I Am In Marvel

Brazil, Rocinia slum, a cheap rental single room.

The decoration of the room is too old and simple, and the walls are peeled off due to old age, but all kinds of furniture are placed simply and neatly.

Under the dim light from the glass window, on a small square straw mat, sitting cross-legged was a young man with messy hair and wearing only big pants.

He evenly controlled his breathing, began to slowly lower his eyelids, and practiced a breathing technique of Indian yoga, that is, using abdominal breathing to slow down his pulse, thereby adjusting his physical and mental emotions.

But soon after closing his eyes, his vision disappeared into the endless darkness, and a green monster trapped in the cage of his subconscious roared angrily at him.

The green and furious powerful cells filled with blood vessels and genes are rapidly eroding and infecting other red blood cells.

'Whoohoo—'

The curly-haired youth began to pant rapidly, his face was slightly grim, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and cold sweat poured out and wet his whole body. Although I tried my best to suppress it, I was still on the verge of losing control of my body...

"Don't come out!"

The curly-haired youth let out a low growl, and suddenly opened his eyes, not knowing when his hands were tightly clasped with sweat.

He hurriedly looked at his left wrist, where there was a watch that physically monitored the heart rate, and the number above 200 began to gradually decrease, approaching the value of more than 100 for a normal person.

"Here again." The curly-haired youth gave a wry smile.

After hiding here in Brazil for more than three years, after mastering ancient yoga and integrating into the local life, as long as you control your emotions and do not get angry, you will not become the Hulk who only knows how to fight and destroy.

Now, more than 100 days have passed since he last transformed into the Hulk!

But for some unknown reason, during this period of time, the Hulk, who had always been silent, became more and more restless, and began to consciously break free from his shackles and go out to somewhere in the West.

West is America.

In his hometown, there is a person he loves, a place he misses but cannot be approached.

However, in the past two days, the curly-haired youth has a strong sense of unease, as if there is something in the United States that attracts the Hulk, and his anger has approached the critical point of transformation many times.

"No matter what, I won't let you out, and I won't let you go back to New York, USA!"

The curly-haired youth took a deep breath, calmed down, wiped off the sweat on his body with a towel, and continued to practice Indian yoga to adjust his mood.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose.

Who dares to provoke me, destroy the world!

...

Over the vast ocean, on an American giant transport fighter sailing in the direction of Brazil.

In the cabin, armed soldiers who were ready, sat silently in rows of seats. The combat classification was changed to reconnaissance and logistics. Although the danger of the mission was greatly reduced, it also caused a slight dissatisfaction among their elite soldiers.

Of course, if they knew what kind of enemy they were about to face, they probably wouldn't think so.

The armed soldiers raised their heads from time to time, and turned their eyes like seeing idols to one place, where, accompanied by General Ross, there was only a silver-haired young man sitting with his eyes closed.

Kyle's handsome face was expressionless, but at this time his state of mind was far less calm than it seemed. The closer the fighter plane is to its destination in Brazil, the desire to fight is like a burning fire, the more it burns, the brighter it gets!

One mountain cannot tolerate two tigers.

If the earth is compared to that mountain, then the creatures that can act as tigers by virtue of their physiques, there are only Kyle and the Hulk in the current world!

Kyle has never had such a strong desire to win at this moment. After he drew the Protoss Gene Card, he desperately needed an existence of the same level to compete!

"Mr. Kyle, do you really want to face the Hulk alone?" General Ross lowered his voice and said worriedly.

It's not that they don't believe in symbols of peace, it's that the Hulk is so powerful! So powerful that he did not dare to inform the elite soldiers in advance that he was going to crusade and arrest an invincible monster!

"I'm very sure." Kyle nodded, opened his eyes, and the golden pupil flashed a bright look.

The strongest on the surface? I am very dissatisfied!

...

Around nine in the evening.

In the slums of Rossinia in Brazil, unlike the bustling big cities, the lights in the residential area next to the factory were dimmed early in the morning, and the local residents basically fell asleep after a hard day's work.

At this time, several mysterious vehicles were parked in an alley in the residential area.

One of the bulletproof camouflaged cars has bright lights and spacious interiors, equipped with various technological instruments and several split-screen screens.

General Ross wore a headset and a military-style walkie-talkie, and looked at Kyle, who was sitting directly opposite, "You can't be wrong, Bruce Banner is in his residence."

Kyle shrugged and suggested: "Let your soldiers go over first, and try to see if you can capture them directly in human form. If you can't capture them, it's best to lead them to the factory. The residential houses here are too dense and not suitable for fighting."

General Ross nodded and obeyed the instructions to the walkie-talkie, "All elite soldiers, put on nerve-numbing firearms, and sneak in and attack the target residents!"

After receiving the order, the doors of the other vehicles opened immediately, and nearly ten elite soldiers in full armor, skillfully lowered their bodies, and quickly entered the streets and alleys.

They are worthy of the elite among the elites, and under the cover of the night, no one can find their figures and traces.

Amibu rushed at the forefront, the dark night and the narrow streets did not affect his flexible skills, and quickly reached the downstairs of the destination house.

"Ow!"

The big black dog chained downstairs was startled, and as soon as it made the first bark, Amibu reacted and aimed and fired, paralyzing the bullet and accurately hit the big black dog's neck, causing it to crawl on the ground without a sound.

Amebu waved his hand forward, and his teammates immediately followed, and together they quickly walked from the stairs to the third floor.

'Boom! ’

A small bomb was installed on the door of the target single room. After it was detonated, amid the flying debris of the wooden board, Amibu rushed into the room with a gun and shot at the bed of the single room!

If all goes well, the action should end here.

Amebu raised his eyebrows, keenly aware that something was wrong, and stepped forward to lift the quilt, only to find that there was a pillow underneath.

"Target escaped!" Amibu reported in a low voice.

"Chase!"

This is the command word from the other end of the walkie-talkie, General Ross.

The elite soldiers immediately followed the trail and chased downstairs, and soon found a young man with curly hair, wearing a red shirt and carrying a schoolbag, running towards the end of the alley!

As if he knew the consequences of his anger, the direction of escape of the curly-haired youth happened to be a closed and unmanned factory!

at the same time.

In the command vehicle, Kyle seemed unable to sit still, suddenly got up from his seat, reached out and opened the door directly.

General Ross looked at him suspiciously, "Mr. Kyle, you are..."

"It's coming out."

Kyle just said this calmly, and stepped out of the carriage, his tall body hidden in the dark.