American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 45 Hulk Appears
There are three things in the world that cannot be looked at directly: the sun, the human heart, and the gods who are like the sun.

In a moment of distraction, the instant Carrot's gaze was fixed on Clint, he felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly.

He had never seen anyone who could withstand the explosion of arrows so hard, without even being hurt or moved.

Carrot El slowly extended a finger towards him, his calm and composed gaze carrying a hint of coldness:
"If it weren't for Natasha's sake, you would have died 1 times over."

"If the explosive yield of this arrow were increased by another 1000 million times, it might make me frown slightly."

"I don't know how to use arrows, but I can use ranged attacks."

"Swish swish."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unstoppable beam of light broke through the barrier of sound speed, tearing apart Clint Barton's limbs at a speed that no one could observe.

The first two bullets pierced his kneecap, and the next two pierced his arm.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Screams, wails, pain, struggles, unsteady steps, tumbling down the snow-covered cliffs, crashing into the cold icy crevice.

The chill that seeped into my heart seemed to come not only from the temperature of the Arctic glaciers, but also from the fear of Carrot El.

"Barton!!!"

The moment Natasha Romanov stepped off the Kryptonian spaceship, she witnessed Hawkeye crashing down the glacier.

Natasha Romanov's eyes widened, feeling as if she had been stabbed in the heart, experiencing unbearable pain.

Just as she was about to rush to save Hawkeye, Tony Stark suddenly grabbed her, looked at her earnestly, and explained:

“Wait, we have to stop this, Natasha.”

“Listen to me, I once saw Carrot punch a monster that was nearly 200 meters tall and weighed 10 tons, knocking it unconscious in the sea so it couldn’t get up.”

Tony Stark gazed solemnly at the emotionally distraught Natasha, took her arm, and said, word by word:
"I can tell you this with absolute certainty: Carrot has never been serious about this."

“Once he makes a move, no one present will leave alive.”

Natasha Romanov was undoubtedly one of the world's best agents, but she wasn't a machine after all. She gritted her teeth and said, her voice trembling:
"That was my best comrade-in-arms."

"I know I know."

Tony Stark comforted her, saying:
"You heard what Carrot said just now, he's not dead."

"OK, alright, let's split up. You go to rescue them, and I'll stop them."

"But after you've confirmed that the guy is alright, you'll have to try to convince your superior that the guy who looks like a hard-boiled egg is probably your boss, right?"

“You have to persuade him to stop, otherwise many people will die here.”

Natasha Romanoff nodded; in her heart, Hawkeye Patton's safety was more important than anything else.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

After saying that, Natasha could no longer contain her impulse and quickly ran down the cliff.

As she climbed down the cliff from the corner, she seemed to see Carrot El looking at her.

But it seemed to be just a fleeting illusion; a moment later, Carrot Al's gaze returned to Nick Fury.

"I have no patience. Bring on whatever odds you have."

In a sense, Carrot Al and Jiren share the same quirks.

They both prefer to wait until the other party has shown all their strength before declaring their victory and invincible power with an absolute crushing force.

Having witnessed Captain America and Hawkeye being instantly killed, Nick Fury's usually somber expression finally broke into a cold sweat. Could it be...?
Is this man in front of me on the same level as Captain Marvel?
If that's really the case, then they're probably in for a rough time.

Snow and wind bathed the glacier, sunlight shone brightly on the azure sky. Before Nick Fury could speak, Bruce Banner, who had witnessed Carrot El's power, suddenly stepped forward, pursing his lips in bewilderment:
"Hi."

“To be honest, I don’t want this to happen, Mr. Al.”

"It may sound a bit pretentious, but please believe me, I am not affiliated with the so-called S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I was inexplicably called here by them and am listening to a bunch of grand principles that I've been indoctrinated with since I was eight years old."

Bruce Banner scratched his chin, like a perfectly ordinary middle-aged man:
"How should I put it, I really felt very uncomfortable."

"But I have dedicated my life to preventing the end of the world and to stopping the monster inside me from wreaking havoc on the world."

"So please understand, if another monster appears, I will not hesitate to stop it."

"so."

Carrot Al turned his head away, his expression calm, like a bottomless lake. His only response to Bruce Banner's words was:
"You overestimate yourself, Doctor. You're nothing special."

"Whether it's this version of you, or another version of you."

Carrot El's indifferent gaze was filled with a kind of pure contempt that stemmed from his power.

Bruce Banner was slightly dazed, and his previously suppressed expression was vaguely released.

"Alright. Then I won't hold back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce Banner let out a deep sigh of relief. His entire body was filled with green blood, as if a door had been opened, driven by rage.

"Well"

The bulging muscles erupted with an unbelievable, furious behemoth, a combination of god and monster, or perhaps a fusion of child and demon.

"Roar!!!!!!!"

On the snowy plateau, a furious roar resounded in all directions, shaking the heavens and earth and causing people to tremble.

The clothes were torn into pieces, and emerging from the humanoid bundle was a gigantic monster!

The invincible Hulk.

In an instant, a pair of eyes filled with rage stared straight at Carrot, and a furious roar erupted as it raised its fist high towards Carrot El: "Roar!!!"

The next second, she leaped up and slammed down on him.

"boom!!!!"

In an instant, the glacier beneath my feet shattered into countless fragments like glass, which flew into the air.

With his cloak billowing and his expression unchanged, he watched as the snow and ice beneath his feet spread out in fan-shaped patterns, creating a penetrating force.

With one hand, he caught the massive fist that slammed down like a hammer.

Behind Carrot El, the immense force of the crash had already shattered the structure into pieces.

"Boom!!"

The cliff collapsed, leaving only a floating figure slowly rising, the words that reached the ear were so calm and elegant:
"The power of 40 tons."

"That was a good punch. Can you get even stronger?"

(End of this chapter)