I accidentally pulled out the black light virus and I became invincible.

Stark knew that his worries were exactly the same as his earlier, so he patted Banner on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, this is just the weakest one of his. When the strongest one is released, there is no such thing as these armors. Wasn't he the one who solved the last Cosmic Cube incident?"

"This, this is it."

When it comes to the Cosmic Cube, Banner's eyes dodge.

Stark in front of him saw it but didn't pay much attention. He just thought he was thinking of that incident and thought it was a bad memory.

Mercer had another idea. He was more observant than ordinary people.

This kind of evasive gaze is not like remembering a bad memory, but more like he has done something shameful to avoid looking at her.

"The Cosmic Cube? Isn't this thing with me now? Why does he react like this to this topic?"

Mercer looked at the two people discussing. Whenever Stark mentioned the Cube, Banner would always turn the topic to other directions and avoid talking about it.

His state suddenly reminded Mercer of what he knew about the original Marvel timeline, where SHIELD used the Cosmic Cube to create weapons.

And Banner has been staying at SHIELD these days. Although he is not a weapons expert, if he really wants to dabble in this area of ​​knowledge, his brain will definitely be able to help.

Mercer had no doubt about this.

In his memory of "Avengers 4", Banner also independently researched a time machine, although it failed in terms of results.

But he really made Ant-Man go through four stages: childhood, adolescence, youth, and old age.

Just by doing this, you can achieve immortality, and there is no harm.

It's enough to show how intelligent Banner is.

"That's all, I hope he knows what he's doing and I'm too lazy to interfere."

The other party was already an adult. Even if he was doing something bad, as long as it didn't affect him, Mercer didn't want to interfere.

I am not the old man with rings. When I see the other party taking detours, I go out of my way to remind them.

Now, he just wants to extract Hulk's blood.

"Let's get down to business, Banner, give me some of your blood." Mercer said.

"Oh, no, I forgot about this. I was so busy rushing here that I completely forgot about it."

Banner slapped his forehead. Only when Mercer mentioned this did he remember.

"Tony, do you have the tools to extract blood here?"

Stark shook his head, "No, how could I have such a thing here? It's not a hospital."

"Then I'll buy it..." Banner turned to leave, but Mercer stopped him.

"No, I have a way." Mercer stopped him.

Let Banner walk to his side, and the black light substance condensed into a black needle in Mercer's palm.

Put the needle on Banner's wrist, and the black light substance attached to his blood vessels.

Banner felt a sudden cool touch on his wrist, and knew that his blood was being absorbed by the opponent. He couldn't help but marvel at Mercer's abilities.

Soon, Mercer retrieved the black-light syringe, which already contained blood as long and wide as the length of his little finger.

The blood was a normal red color, not the green color Mercer expected.

Storing the syringe in the storage space actually has nothing to do with helping Banner control the Hulk.

It's just that he can get Bananadu's blood naturally this way, saving Mercer from having to forcefully extract the blood or something.

"Now, let's see how powerful the Hulk can be."

"ah…?"

Before Banner could recover from Mercer's words, he saw from the corner of his eye a fierce punch.

The punch didn't hit directly, but the strong wind still knocked Banner flying.

"This..." The sudden attack made Stark confused, "What are you doing?"

"Just step aside and I'll take care of the rest."

Mercer stepped forward, and Banner was punched into the wall. The huge force caused the wall to shatter, and his whole body sank deep inside.

Roar--

Beastly angry roars came from the broken walls.

A huge green palm directly touched the broken wall and pulled him out.

The Hulk stood in front of Mercer.

"Is this the Hulk? He looks pretty good, much better than the Abomination." Mercer murmured.

Comparing the two, hatred seems to have been created at random, so ugly.

Do good people mutate in a more attractive way?

Hulk naturally ignored Mercer's muttering to himself. His legs were slightly bent and suddenly straightened. The force transmitted from his thighs from top to bottom made his huge body grow smoothly.

He waved his huge fist with the sound of wind and hit Mercer hard.

Full of momentum.

Stark on the side put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If he was the one who was beaten, the outcome might be a bit uncertain.

My little armor is not strong enough for Hulk to tear through.

"It seems that I have to start researching the armor to fight the Hulk. If the Hulk goes crazy one day, someone has to stop him."

While thinking, Stark's mind had already begun to take shape of the future Hulkbuster suit.

Return your attention to the present.

Hulk's attacks are so powerful that with one punch, his head will turn into pieces of paper.

But under such an attack, Mercer seemed very calm.

Hands in pockets, smile on face.

Quickly dodging, Mercer would hit Hulk from time to time.

A punch here, a kick there.

Poor Hulk was manipulated and could only remain helpless and furious.

Gradually, Mercer became a little impatient from the initial indifference.

He was starting to get disappointed.