Video bloggers in American comics

"Encryption in progress...15%...47%..."

The screen fell into darkness, and the number in the center slowly increased.

This is an extremely old laptop, and many places are still covered with transparent tape.

There is no network in the room. There is an antenna standing next to the computer, and a wire is pulled from the bottom to connect to the computer. In this extremely primitive way, external signals are obtained.

"Encryption completed!"

A pair of hands appeared on the keyboard. They were rough and thin. On the wrist of their right hand was an electronic heart rate calculator. Above that was a dusty plaid shirt. Because of the heat, the top few buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a thin figure.

chest.

This is a gentle-looking man, in his early thirties, with curly hair and deep and bloodshot eyes.

He is the Hulk and Dr. Bruce Banner who are both concerned by the US military and SHIELD.

"Hello, Mr. Lan." Banner sent the message.

After a while, Mr. Blue’s reply appeared on the screen: “Hello, Mr. Green, how was the result of the experiment?”

Banner: "Failed."

Mr. Lan: "How many doses did you use? I reminded you, don't be stingy, try to use as much as possible."

Banner: "I used them all."

Mr. Lan on the opposite side fell into silence. Just when Banner thought that the other party was offline, a message popped up on the screen again.

Mr. Lan: "I need more samples, the patient's blood, and I have some new ideas recently."

This Mr. Blue, like Bruce Banner, is an expert in gamma ray research, and he has been providing treatment help to Banner.

Banner thought for a while, agreed, and closed the computer.

He was leaning on a chair with a damaged ceiling above his head. Whenever it rained, water would leak from the area near the door.

Banner once had an enviable life: a stable and decent job, a beautiful and gentle girlfriend, and scientific research that he was passionate about.

But now, everything is over.

He was hunted down and framed by the military. His colleagues, friends, and family all thought he was a wanted criminal. He was forced to flee to a foreign country, hiding his name, and was always worried that he would become a madman!

Banner stared at the ceiling, resentment and anger piling up in his chest...

"Didi!"

The heart rate reminder on your wrist makes a shrill chirp!

Banner swallowed, recalled the method of controlling emotions taught by his yoga teacher, walked out the window, looked at the distant scenery, and kept taking deep breaths.

This is Brazil, the Rocinha slums. The houses are built randomly on the hillside. The heights of the houses are staggered and completely unsystematic. The materials used to build the houses are different, coupled with years of repairs and repairs, the houses look different from a distance.

It's like a colorful rainbow staircase. It has a unique beauty when you first see it.

I can't tell whether it makes people feel funny or sad.

The people living here are poor people who can't squeeze much money out of them, and the officials don't bother to care about them. Banner feels that it is safe to hide here. At least he has been hiding in the local Coke processing factory to work, and has lived a stable life for several months.

"It would be nice if I could stay calm until I find a solution." He prayed silently in his heart.

While Banner was praying to God, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plane entered testing status and was about to take off.

Zhang Ming and Steve arrived at the airport by car, with Colson driving.

After getting off the bus, Coulson said: "On the plane, I have people prepare the weapons you are used to, but if possible, try not to have a direct conflict with the Hulk."

Zhang Ming nodded. In the early stages of Marvel movies, the Hulk could be said to have the strongest combat power. Even Thor and Hulk were only 50-50 equal.

With the fighting prowess of Zhang Ming and Steve, it would be absolutely thankless to confront the Hulk head-on.

"And one more thing."

Coulson took out a round object wrapped in black velvet from the trunk of the car, and handed it to Steve.

"Captain, this is your weapon."

Coulson opened a corner, revealing the blue and red shield inside.

Steve took the shield, and the familiar texture made him fall into memories, as if he had returned to the battlefield of the past, surrounded by comrades who had gone through life and death together. It seemed that he could smell the smoke when he closed his eyes.

Steve covered the shield with velvet again and said, "I can't use it."

Coulson did not expect Steve to refuse. He asked: "Why? It belongs to you. In this world, only you are qualified to pick up this shield."

Steve said: "I'm not ready yet." He turned around and boarded the plane first, leaving Coulson with a complicated expression.

Zhang Ming looked at Steve's back and asked Coulson next to him: "Do you want him to pick up the shield because of your respect for the captain, or because of Director Ludan's order? You know, this shield is very important to Steve."

Say what it means.”

"of course……"

Colson was about to explain when Zhang Ming raised his hand, smiled and said, "You don't have to answer me. I'm not interested in the answer, but you have to be able to convince yourself."

Zhang Ming boarded the plane, and Steve sat on his seat, wiping the rifle in his hand.

"You almost broke the butt of the gun." Zhang Ming joked.

Steve came to his senses, laughed dumbly, and put the poor rifle aside.

The cabin closed and the aircraft began to accelerate. After reaching a certain speed, it climbed slowly and stabilized again after a few minutes.

As soon as SHIELD found out the origin of Coke, it sent agents to Brazil to investigate. As a support force, the entire plane had only two pilots except Zhang Ming and the captain, and the cabin was very quiet.

Zhang Ming looked at the clouds flashing outside the window. He knew that Steve must have a lot of thoughts. He didn't ask. A man can choose to talk or keep it in his heart. This is Steve's choice. Zhang Ming

Ming has no right to interfere.

After a long time, Steve finally spoke.

"Zhang Ming, how old are you this year?"

"nineteen."

Steve laughed: "Logically speaking, I'm only five years older than you, but in fact, I'm older than your grandfather."

"Chatting is just chatting, don't try to take advantage of others," Zhang Ming complained.

Steve's smile gradually faded, and his blue eyes were full of confusion: "I have often thought recently, why should I survive? It might be much better to die in that era and become the memory of your generation."

Zhang Ming said: "Maybe God wants you to continue saving this era."

"This era?" Steve sighed. He looked at Zhang Ming and said, "Do you know when I first felt that I was outdated?"

Zhang Ming asked: "When did you first see the Internet?"

"No, that just amazes me, but I'm still young and I can still learn. The only time I really feel obsolete is today. An American soldier shoots an old man while his companions do nothing.

when."

"So you don't want to take the shield."

Steve looked out the window and said: "I'm not ready yet. I haven't decided whether I want to continue living as Captain America."

"Maybe you can try to retire. You don't have to bear so much. You are an ordinary person, just a little stronger than others."

As soon as these words were spoken, a harsh warning sounded in the space of consciousness.

The small TV popped out and shouted: "Warning! The host has misguided the key plot characters. Once the key plot characters really give up their plot identity, the world will change in an unpredictable way."

"knew."

Zhang Ming waved his hand to make it disappear. What he just said was true. Both Steve and Tony were burdened with too many things that they should not have been burdened with.

Steve shook his head and sighed, and silence returned to the cabin.

After nearly ten hours of flight, Zhang Ming and his two men arrived in Brazil. When they got off the plane, SHIELD agents had been waiting for a long time.

They drove a nanny car, which was camouflaged on the outside and looked shabby. Once inside, it was filled with various high-tech equipment and there were seven or eight screens in front of it, showing different pictures.

In the center, on the largest screen, is the protagonist this time, Dr. Bruce Banner.

"Hello, I am Moira, the person in charge of this operation." A tall female agent with short blond hair stretched out her hand and shook hands with Zhang Ming and Zhang Ming.

"He's even thinner than he looks in the photo," Steve said, looking at the surveillance screen.

A detective said: "We checked his recent daily life, and it seems that he is deliberately reducing his nutritional intake, trying to suppress the chance of becoming the Hulk in this way."

Zhang Ming looked at Banner who was studying in the video: "What is your plan?"

"Rush in, knock him down with a tranquilizer gun, and then bring him back to SHIELD. If the target struggles violently and draws out the Hulk, two officers will need to take action."

Zhang Ming asked: "Where are the people from the military? They should also have heard the news."

Moira said: "They thought they were tracking our plane. Although the route was correct, the arrival time would be two hours later and we would have left by then."

As expected, those who do intelligence work have a dark heart.

Steve, who had been silent, suddenly asked: "Why not engage in dialogue? He is trying to control himself. I believe there is a possibility of dialogue between us."

The agents looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Steve's question.

It was Moira who opened a pad and handed it over and said: "Psychologists have analyzed Dr. Banner's current mental state and the probability of successful persuasion is between 27.8% and 33.1%."

"I can convince him that he and I are the same kind of people." Steve insisted on his point of view.

After the Times Square shooting, he became disgusted with this type of violence.

Moira glanced at Steve and continued to explain the data: "Once the target transforms into the Hulk, the anesthetic gun will not be able to pierce the skin, and the mission will fail. After calculation, based on the destructive power of the Hulk..." She paused.

, came to the conclusion:

"More than 61% of the buildings in this city will be destroyed, causing tens of thousands of casualties."

The data shows the terror of the Hulk in the most direct way. This is a guy that humans cannot compete with.

Steve stopped talking.

He cannot put the entire city in danger just because of his own preferences.

The atmosphere in the carriage became heavy. At this moment, a small TV popped out and issued a new mission.

Temporary mission: atmosphere savior!

Task description: A stiff and dull atmosphere will make the audience feel bored. Please ask the host to mobilize the atmosphere within the team for the sake of program effect.

Completion conditions: The members in the carriage regain their high spirits.

Mission reward: 100 coins

Failure penalty: none

Time limit: 1 minute

What the hell kind of mission is this?

As a senior otaku, Zhang Ming barely overcame his social anxiety only when he went to college. The thing he fears most in his life is to speak in public and stir up the atmosphere.

However, 100 coins...

For coins, what does face mean?

Zhang Ming cleared his throat and said bravely: "Um... SHIELD has a group of scientific researchers, but doesn't it even have that kind of equipment?"

"Huh?" Everyone's attention was attracted by Zhang Ming.

Moira frowned. In addition to being the person in charge of this operation, her other identity is a SHIELD biological science researcher. She cannot accept others' arbitrary evaluation of her work.

"That's the kind." Zhang Ming continued shamelessly: "A pen that makes people obedient and lose their memory after just one glance and a flash of light? Or a pistol with atomic energy?"

Everyone was stunned. After a while, no one knew who laughed first, followed by the second person. In the end, Steve, who had always been depressed, also smiled.

"Zhang Ming, although we are all wearing black suits, we are not Will Smith, nor are we called men in black." An agent said with a smile.

The Bizhan system also issued a reminder: the temporary task was completed and 100 coins were credited to the account.

"But you have received more rigorous training than Will Smith, and Steve and I," Zhang Ming picked up a tranquilizer pistol and stuffed it into the gun bag under his ribs, "are the two most powerful people on the planet.

personal."

Faced with Zhang Ming's deliberate pretense, the SHIELD agents found themselves unable to refute.

Before taking action, Coulson briefly explained the identities of Zhang Ming and Steve to the team members.

Captain America who once saved the world!

The most powerful superpower known to the world!

(These agents' levels do not yet have access to higher-level information, such as Captain Fantastic.)

"Maybe... we can try." One of the agents suggested.

Moira said: "The success rate of a strong attack is 63.9%. After success, the probability of Hulk waking up is 37.5%. If, captain, you insist on using dialogue, I will not object." She put down the data pad in her hand.

.

"After all, we are dealing with people, not a bunch of numbers."