Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

The magic rope is a gadget that Lincoln tinkered with in his spare time.

The strength of this thing is directly proportional to the magic power it uses. In the hands of ordinary mages, this thing can't even lift their own weight, but in Lincoln's hands, this is the Immortal Binding Rope.

Not even the Hulk's strength can break away from Lincoln's chains, let alone a big boss whose IQ is his advantage.

Anger continued to stimulate the big boss's nerves, and the yellow-green color that was originally only distributed on his scalp occupied more and more places like a spreading fungus.

Samuel didn't know what was happening to him, and Lincoln just watched calmly, watching him imagine the big boss's complete transformation.

In space, or high altitude, the office was staring closely at the only rooftop of the Manhattan building they could stare at, and the drastic changes in Samuel's body were clearly visible.

"What's going on?"

"Perhaps it was the change caused by Hulk's blood." The intelligence agent came up with the information about Samuel: "It said that Samuel's wound had been in contact with Hulk's blood, which directly caused this change. ..”

"I see." The observer nodded, and then said: "So will Samuel in this state make Mr. Lincoln unhappy?"

"Probably not." The intelligence officer shook his head: "Mr. Lincoln seems to know as much about Samuel as we do."

"That's fine." After hearing this answer, the observer couldn't help but show a hint of relief on his face: "As long as Mr. Lincoln is happy, that's fine. As for Samuel..."

He pondered for a moment: "Tell Ross that he can completely delete Samuel's file."

"yes."

...

"Let me go! Let me go!"

The discomfort of being restrained greatly aroused the violent factor in Hulk's blood. The big boss roared crazily, and the pupils that had gradually changed color were full of madness and anger.

Lincoln ignored him, but calmly took out a pair of pliers from the space and placed it on the big boss's fingers, and then...

Click!

Quickly and swiftly, a green finger was cut short, and yellow-green blood overflowed from the wound and was used by the container prepared by Lincoln in advance.

The fingers were connected to the heart, and the severe pain in the heart made the big boss tremble. When he looked at Lincoln's calm eyes and looked at the pipe wrench that had clamped his second finger, he suddenly calmed down.

"Stop! Stop! What on earth are you going to do!"

Calmly looking at the panting big boss, Lincoln threw the pipe wrench in his hand into the iron bucket, then took the white cloth beside him and wiped his hands before sitting back in the chair.

"It seems that you can still talk well, so why did you pretend before and make all of us unhappy?"

The tidal wave of pain constantly impacted the big boss's nerves, preventing his thoughts from being occupied by anger and destructive impulses. Lincoln, who was ruthless at the slightest disagreement, allowed him to maintain a certain level of calm.

He looked at Lincoln with eyes full of fear and resentment. He took a few heavy breaths before speaking again: "What on earth are you going to do!"

"Didn't I already tell you?" Lincoln pointed to the big green head of the big boss: "I'm going to cure it with you."

Big Boss:???

With his mind filled with questions, the big boss stared at Lincoln seriously for a while before confirming that Lincoln was not joking with him.

But... it would be even scarier if it wasn't a joke, okay! You actually want me to help you kill myself? Are you still a human being?!

The big boss roared crazily in his heart, but the severed finger in the iron bucket made it hard for him to harden up.

Samuel's personality is not evil, but it has changed after being affected by the factors in Hulk's blood. The newly single personality boss has nothing to do with Samuel.

The Big Boss exists based on the remains of Samuel's personality and the Hulk Factor. No matter which one is removed, it means the demise of the current Big Boss, which he absolutely cannot bear.

Not to mention that the big boss has no way to remove the Hulk factor from his body now, even if he does, he will never tell Lincoln!

"Stop dreaming." The muscles on the big boss's face twitched because of pain, and he looked at Lincoln with a little joy: "My genes have fundamentally changed, unless you can screen out my previous genes and completely recombine them

, otherwise I will never be able to return to my previous appearance."

"In addition, even if you can do the above, as long as the special ingredients in Hulk's body still exist, I will continue to transform. I am immortal! It is impossible for human technology to erase me!"

"So that's the case, that's such a pity..."

Looking at the big boss who started laughing wildly again unconsciously, Lincoln couldn't help but sigh. He put down the cup in his hand, silently took out a pistol, and pressed a bullet into the big boss's stiff eyes.

Load the box.

"Since there is no way to cure you, then I can only kill you."

As he spoke, Lincoln pointed the gun at the big boss's head without any hesitation, and then pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The sound of gunshots echoed on the rooftop, and the bright yellow bullets instantly pierced the air, hit the hard cement wall, and shriveled into a ball.

"Um?"

Looking at the big boss who turned his head away, Lincoln narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that the changes brought to you by Hulk's blood are not limited to your brain."

"To avoid bullets by sticking to your face, even if I calculate the direction of the muzzle and finger movements, it still requires good reaction speed and physical fitness to dodge."

"But it's nothing, it's just bullets. I have plenty of them."

As he spoke, Lincoln ejected the magazine. This time, he filled the magazine with more bullets, and then raised the pistol again: "I hope you can hide a little more cleanly this time."

The black muzzle was aimed at the big boss' body again. This time, no one would doubt whether Lincoln would shoot, because there was a shriveled warhead falling on the ground behind the big boss.

The pitch-black muzzle was like a bottomless abyss, and at any time, bullets capable of penetrating the human and heavenly bodies could be fired. The big boss stared straight at the muzzle, trembling all over.

Previously, dodging a bullet was the result of concentration and luck, but when faced with an entire magazine of bullets, he was bound to die!

Die? How could he be willing to die?! He wants to live!

Just at the moment when Lincoln's fingers were about to shrink, the big boss spoke: "I can cooperate with you! I can cooperate with you in researching ways to cure me. Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Lincoln stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and glanced at the big boss with a half-smile: "It's a good suggestion, but I feel like you are teasing me."

"I didn't! I didn't!" For fear of Lincoln shooting, the big boss shook his head hastily: "I can cooperate with you! I promise!"

Hearing this, Lincoln moved the muzzle of his gun slightly downward, but the words in his mouth made the big boss shiver: "I am also willing to believe you, but the bullets have to be loaded...

.”

"You..." The big boss seemed to realize something, with a look of horror on his face.

The next moment, Lincoln pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and Lincoln poured all the bullets from a magazine into the big boss's limbs without changing his expression.

The bright yellow bullets easily tore apart his flesh and bones, and amid the heart-rending wails, the big boss truly became an evil scientist relying on his brain.

Throwing the pistol aside with smoke coming from the muzzle, Lincoln raised his head and looked into the distance: "Take him down, don't let him die."