Marvel's strongest warden

Bruce Banner woke up from his nightmare again. He glanced at the heart rate counter in his hand with some panic, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his heartbeat was around 130.

He sat up from the park chair and rubbed his brows with a headache.

He thought again of the scene in the laboratory, the out-of-control equipment, the screaming crowd, and the excessive green gamma rays heading towards him.

"Betty."

He covered his face with his hands. To be fair, Bruce Banner is a handsome man and a genius scientist. If not for this, he would not have been chosen to become the planner and executor of the super soldier plan.

He thought about his girlfriend who was injured after the experiment went out of control, and felt a little sad.

He has now arrived in Virginia, and tomorrow he will go to Calvary University to look for his experimental data from that year.

He felt that he had almost found the "antidote", an antidote that could free himself and get rid of the monster.

He kept communicating with a person named Dr. Lan on the Internet and saw some hope.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to come here.

When he lost control, he could still remember the time when he hurt his dearest girlfriend, Betty Ross. This incident was like a dull knife, constantly cutting his heart.

He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged on the park bench again. Every time he thought about this, he felt like he was losing control. He kept using a superficial method to breathe through his diaphragm.

It is a breathing method that he learned from a martial arts expert when he was in Brazil.

Its biggest and greatest function is to calm the mind and stabilize his mentality, so as not to let the monster inside his body come out.

At five o'clock in the morning, Bruce sat alone in the park, his abdomen contracting and rising regularly, trying to empty his mind, and sat in the morning light.

…

On a cruise ship, the peripheral member of the Ten Commandments Gang, whom Mason had read about in detail, was sitting in the room of the cruise ship. He and his companions now felt excited and uneasy in their hearts.

The Ten Commandments Gang has always promoted those who are capable and those who are weak, and those who are capable will be promoted. This is one of the reasons for the cohesion of these people.

This time they made a great contribution, and because of this, they went back to receive the award this time, and even had the opportunity to meet that gentleman!

He is the boss of all, he is wise, strong, possesses endless power, and rules over them like a god.

Another even better news is that the big boss is currently short of manpower. When he was making trouble on the other side of the world, his "arms" were cut off and his "limbs" were killed.

Now the entire middle and upper levels of the Ten Rings Gang are actually almost empty.

When they go back, they will definitely be entrusted with important tasks.

This poor kid didn't know that he had been tricked by Mason. He was still very scared in his heart. From time to time, the man's whispers would ring in his ears. This voice seemed to be the whispers of the devil, constantly ringing in his ears.

's ears.

He didn't dare to see a psychiatrist or tell anyone about this.

Gangsters see a psychiatrist?

That's really funny.

If word got out about this, he would be shot, no doubt about it, that was a general rule for all gangsters.

With a nervous mood, when the cruise ship docked, these lucky children got off the cruise ship and saw the people who greeted them.

"Welcome, my warriors, to San Francisco."

An immigrant with an obvious Southeast Asian appearance opened his arms to them and said, "Now, warriors, take off your weapons and armor. You have been recognized by our master with your bravery and loyalty.

Now, you are qualified to see the master.

Come with me."

He led the way, and the people behind him all looked happy. Their thoughts on the boat were all just speculation. They didn't expect that after landing ashore, they would actually see the person they had dreamed of.

Only the immigrant looked at these people and looked down upon them from the bottom of his heart.

But he really has no choice. The people who can be manipulated are almost dead now. If they don't use these people, they will encounter an embarrassing situation.

That is, no one is available, and the owner cannot be asked to do everything on his own.

With this thought in his mind, he took them into the car and walked towards the distance.

As for the other cursed Stark security guard, he has been properly placed in the hospital, and he also has a huge sum of money and a logistics job.

Regardless, he could potentially provide considerable value to Mason.

It's just that Mason can't care about them now, just like old Clausewitz didn't care about Mason. He looked at General Ross and Blonsky who appeared in front of him, and wiped his face with cold water to cover up his fatigue.

It took a while before he came out.

"It seems you are in quite a bit of trouble."

General Ross said that before he rushed over, he had already seen the situation at the Third Research Institute. He did not know who revealed the location of the Third Research Institute and the news about the use of human subjects for experiments. There were many human rights organizations there.

They stood at the door shouting with signs, and the security guards held weapons in their hands and watched them cautiously.

Moreover, there were a lot of unfriendly comments about Clausewitz's medicine in some newspapers.

Although this small fire will be extinguished soon, its impact has already begun to appear. General Ross looked at the old Clausewitz with his legs crossed, wanting to know what the old Clausewitz would do.

Old Clausewitz looked at General Ross calmly and said, "It's all trivial matters, General. Please believe in the strength of our Clausewitz Medicine."

"Of course, I mean, of course I believe you. This time I come here because I need you to implant a chip into this soldier."

"Oh, of course, now?"

He asked General Ross, who pointed at Bronski and said: "Yes, right now, is it convenient?"

"General, you know that Clausewitz Medicine will never say no to you at any time. So, soldier, wait a moment while we make preparations. It should be ready this afternoon.

Implanted.

You'd better be mentally prepared, it might hurt a little."

"pain?"

Bronsky smiled, and when he spoke, there was unspeakable contempt.

"A good warrior is never afraid of pain."

"In that case, okay, I'll go get someone ready first, so I'll trouble you to wait here first."

Just when he was about to leave, General Ross stopped him and continued to make requests: "Also, find me two medical staff with steady hands. I need to inject something into this brave soldier."

"No problem, General, do you need us to provide a syringe?"

"No, we'll bring our own."

Ross declined his offer. After all, what he injected into Blonsky was diluted super soldier serum!