The days when I was making trouble in American comics

Manhattan, Fisk Building.

In an open room on the top floor.

"uh"

The last Muay Thai master from Asia flew out in pain and lay on the ground helpless. On the ground around him, more than ten top players from all over the world were lying scattered.

A huge body emerged from the shadows, like a hill.

"...That's how it is, Kingpin." The man in a black suit bowed his head next to him and said, and the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead proved his nervous mood at the moment.

Kingpin, the American underworld emperor, only wore a white vest and undershirt. His chest was panting slightly, but he was almost not sweating. His bulging muscles were like marble statues, full of explosive power.

"Is it because the lion has temporarily restrained its claws that some people no longer regard it as a lion?" Kingpin took the towel handed by his subordinates and said in a low, oppressive voice, which was completely different from the one he saw on TV.

Upon hearing this, his subordinates immediately did not dare to speak. As an old man who had been with Jin Bin for two years, he understood that this was a sign before Jin Bin became angry.

"Do you want me to say hello to Detective Black and Carl Hoffman?"

"No, Lester." Kingpin glanced at the only person who dared to talk to him at this time, Bullseye, and then said, "First, I am going to comfort the violated children and provide them with a charity fund. Then , I will put forward new ideas, this is a critical moment for me, and I don’t want any extraneous matters.”

"By the way, ask the think tank to design new ideas, slogans, clothes and words for me, and let the media keep my mouth shut! Of course, if you go to the archbishop of the New York Church, they will have to pay something if they screw up. That's right... God is dead! Hoho~"

With a haze and a different kind of light flashing in his eyes, Jin Bin stroked his crutches, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked down at the city.

"This is mine!" Then he opened his arms and covered the sky with his figure.

……

Late at night, Big Bird walks around the bar.

General Ross sat in his old seat as usual, rubbing a piece of paper with "Umbrella Company" written on it in his hand, his eyes blurred.

After coming back to investigate, General Ross discovered that the Umbrella company did not exist at all, but the facts were right in front of him. He thought of the black-and-white S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra during World War II. Almost no one knows about it now. Maybe Umbrella is also such an organization?

Thinking about the fact that the remains of those biochemical ghosts could not be studied for a while, and that Bruce Banner could not locate his location after fleeing, General Ross began to feel irritated.

"As usual, give me a drink!" A red-haired muscular man sat next to him and shouted towards the bar.

"Afu, you played well yesterday. I beat you and won fifty dollars. Don't you have a game today?" someone shouted from around.

"Ah~burp~there's no competition, get lost." Ah Fu took a sip of wine first and then burped comfortably before replying.

Looking at Ah Fu in front of him, General Ross made no secret of his admiration for him and said, "Afu, what do you think? Join the army and you can get more! Whether it's money or other things!"

"I don't want to go to the battlefield. Guns and missiles are too scary. General, times have changed, and individuals have their limits." Ah Fu reached out and touched his nose, then flicked off a piece of booger and replied.

"Maybe." General Ross raised his glass.

At this moment, a soldier walked in, bowed his head and said a few words to General Ross.

Then, General Ross stood up abruptly and walked out of the bar.

"Afu, do you want to see the real power? Come if you want! We only have five minutes!" Before leaving, he paused and extended the invitation again.

"Real power? That's because you haven't seen them before..." Black Tiger Afu sneered, his expression changed while he was sitting, and he followed General Ross when he was about to go out.

"I've seen it a long time ago." Black Tiger Ah Fu muttered in a low voice, and then asked, "Where are we going?"

"Maryland, soldier! Call me General from now on! Lieutenant Colonel Blonsky, he will lead your commando team." General Ross said to the middle-aged man in combat uniform next to him.

"Yes! General! Bruce Banner is currently with your daughter Betty." Blonsky has the face of a sea pianist, the former British Royal Marine soldier reported loudly, but he has not been informed yet The particularity and power of the captured object made him appear confident at this moment.

But what Ah Fu was thinking about was whether he could use super soldier serum or even Hulk's blood to strengthen himself. This was the instruction given to him by Chen Shu, and it was also the powerful power he wanted to pursue.

A few hours later, military helicopters carried commando members across Pennsylvania and over Maryland. The troops stationed on the ground told General Ross the approximate location of the captured object.

The strike team came to the surface.

Afu followed Bronsky and came to the outside of a house almost silently under the cover of night.

"Captain, please give me a chance." Ah Fu said, and then he blended into the night like a wild cat and got into the house.

"Tornado destroys the parking lot!" Although he shouted loudly before the fight started and alerted the arrestee, the figure on the bed was subdued by Ah Fu with a small grapple.

"Damn it, you forced me, and he's coming out again." In the darkness, green flashed in the eyes of Bruce Banner, who was pushed to the ground. His body began to swell, his skin was dyed green, and his pants and clothes were all stained. Being stretched open.

With a loud noise, a dark green monster broke away from Ah Fu, swatted him away like a fly, smashed the wall and rushed out.

In the clouds and mist, Ah Fu felt an overwhelming force coming at him, which he could not resist. He was thrown hard against the wall, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. This kind of crushing power could no longer be compensated by ordinary people's skills.

"Fire!" Although Bronski, who was standing outside the house, didn't understand what was happening inside the house, the sense of oppression brought to him by the Hulk made him directly command the team members to start shooting. Die to the monster!

Da da da!

However, rifle bullets were useless against the Hulk's nearly indestructible skin. His anger began to surge on the road, and he raised a pickup truck and threw it in the direction of the bullets.

Rumble!

Fire, huge explosions and screams filled the sky.

Bronski lay down on the spot in horror. He was only one step away from being killed. This was definitely a monster!

After a while, Blonsky began to hate his own weakness, and he suddenly stood up, with a hysterical expression on his face, and cried, "Come on, monster!"

And when he got up to look for it, Hulk was no longer in the darkness, and even the target of his capture, Bruce Banner, had disappeared as if he had evaporated.

"Fake!"