svetikya Chapter 167: What does it have to do with me, Bruce Banner, if you catch the Hulk?
Chapter 167: What does it have to do with me, Bruce Banner, if you catch the Hulk?
“Find purpose, repeat, find purpose.”
In a moment, dozens of people in camouflage uniforms appeared all around, their bodies hiding behind the big trees, and their black muzzles aimed at the three people below.
Voldemort and Loki used the invisibility spell again to hide.
Without giving the three people time to react, a helicopter landed in the open space in front of the wooden house.
The handsome General Ross stepped off the plane in high spirits. He glanced around and said:
"This place is nice. It has mountains, water and a quiet environment. If you get sick, you can go to the town next door. It's a good place to hide.
The key point is who could have imagined that the original culprit of the cholera outbreak in Manhattan would dare to hide in New York State and play a dark game with the military. "
"Bah bang, not bad, not bad."
Banner looked at Rose with indescribable complexity in his eyes.
The gamma-ray research project is fully funded by the military, and the specific leader is Ross.
Also the father of his girlfriend...
The father-in-law is the only one who arrests his son-in-law all over the world with long guns and short cannons.
But, the situation is different now, I am also the boss's person...
Banner took two steps forward and stood behind Lark, straightening his neck and shouting:
"I have agreed to Mr. Stark's invitation to join the Stark Group. Don't try to catch me again."
Ross tilted his head and looked at Lark.
"The movement is a little faster than the military, sorry."
"Mr. Stark's hand speed is indeed fast enough. I admire him very much."
From a personal point of view, I am willing to let Hulk go, after all, he is still my daughter's boyfriend.
And Mr. Stark is an ally promised by the president himself, your opinion deserves respect..."
Ross was talking with his hands behind his back, and seemed to have given up his obsession with capturing the Hulk.
However, before the smile on Banner's face could bloom, Ross changed his tone and said seriously:
"But we are willing to let him go. The citizens of Manhattan who suffered heavy losses back then were not willing. Do you think he will help you compensate for hundreds of billions of dollars in losses and dozens of lives?"
He confronted Banner.
Yes, will Rucker pay for himself?
No, this is a very simple multiple choice question.
No matter how rich Stark Enterprises is, there is no reason to compensate an employee for hundreds of billions of dollars.
What's more, there are dozens of lives.
Banner's firm confidence began to shake. Maybe he should have gone to Africa and India to hide in the first place.
That way no one can find themselves.
He was distracted holding the barrel.
At this moment, a burst of laughter brought him back to reality, and Lak laughed out loud, mocking Rose mercilessly:
"Your military still likes to blame people as always. When you come up, you first scare people, and then pretend to do it for you, and use one or two rubbish conditions to get things in your pocket. Wow, it makes capitalists cry when they see it."
After finishing speaking, he released the projection on his mobile phone: "That night, Hulk destroyed 40 buildings and five streets, indirectly causing 10 people to be injured, and the repair fee plus compensation totaled million US dollars.
General Ross, the hundreds of billions of dollars you mentioned, I'm afraid you didn't buy the entire building. "
Ross is furious, my plan is almost successful, why do you want to intervene:
"you……"
"Oh, this is the damage caused by Hulk, not to mention your military. Hundreds of military vehicles were dispatched that night to rush through Manhattan and block the streets. The indirect economic losses will only be higher."
Rucker switched tables easily, and he had expected this scene long before he came.
The military, no, it should be said that he is too familiar with the face of federal law enforcement officers.
Often the sweet dates have not been eaten, and people have been knocked out by a big stick.
Rose's face turned black, finally feeling what Nick Fury was feeling.
He raised his hand and his subordinate handed over a document:
"Whatever you want to say, but Hulk is the most wanted criminal in the Federation. I must take him away today. If you must stop him, I don't mind detaining you together."
Lak raised his eyebrows. He really didn't expect this trick. He stepped forward to grab the arrest warrant, glanced away, and his eyes widened suddenly:
"how so!"
He wiped his eyes in disbelief, and then under Banner's anxious gaze, he held up the document and waved it in front of his eyes.
Ok?
Hulk has the same confused expression.
What happened to these two people? …Ross frowned.
Lark leaned over to Banner and whispered something in Banner's ear, then patted him on the back.
Banner's eyes lit up, he put down the wooden barrel, walked to the middle with the arrest warrant, and said loudly, agitating his cheeks:
"General Ross, it's none of my business to arrest Hulk, Bruce Banner, I'm sorry, I have to leave today."
As he spoke, he slapped the document on the chest of a soldier, turned around and followed Lak into the portal.
The captain wanted to have a chat with Ross to see if he could return to work in the military.
But when he thought about the changes in his body, he decided to wait and see.
After a while, the portal disappeared, leaving only the soldiers with bewildered faces.
Ross snatched the arrest warrant with a thump in his heart, with the image of the Hulk painted on it, and Hulk whose name was also written on it,
Not Bruce Banner.
"Fuck Fakeer——"
……
The next day.
White House.
The secret service team was scattered around, staring at every move of the outside world with sharp eyes.
Several black SUVs shuttled back and forth on the street from time to time, acting as the first line of defense if necessary.
Three small platforms are placed on the lawn, with a microphone inserted in the middle. This is the award podium.
In addition to the award recipients, there are only a few reporters in twos and threes below.
This kind of symbolic award ceremony is held many times every year, and everyone is used to it.
Just send a random reporter to go through the motions and take a couple of photos.
There were no crowds of onlookers on the street outside.
Lack asked Mustache to delete himself from the award list for fear of trouble, which is why today is so dull.
As the time came to ten o'clock in the morning, the mustache president led the first lady out of the White House.
Several reporters quickly raised their cameras and clicked wildly. After all, everyone knew that this so-called awards ceremony was just the president's personal show.
The award recipients below also cheered up and gathered around the award podium.
Mustache greeted everyone with a standard smile, walked up the steps, and said the prepared lines:
"good morning everyone……"
……
SHIELD.
The scene in front of the White House was played on the big screen, and dozens of intelligence agents were constantly operating and searching on the computers.
Nick Fury kept tapping his fingers on the seat, trying to calm himself down.
Unlike General Ross, he has all the information on the Rubik's Cube in the universe.
Coupled with the metal iridium that the green men robbed two days ago, the combination of the two can open a super portal on the earth.
Aliens are 100% invading Earth.
However, he still doesn't know where the green men plan to open the portal.
Suddenly, an intelligence agent below shouted excitedly: "I found it, I found that alien."
Fury immediately stood up... without getting up, and asked loudly: "Where?"
The intelligence officer zoomed in on the map, then widened his eyes, and said in disbelief:
"At the entrance of the base!! He is at the entrance of the base!!"
The voice fell, and a harsh siren sounded in the intelligence room.
"Didi-didi-"
"Fuck Fakeer——"
Fury has calculated all kinds of calculations, but he didn't expect the green skins to choose the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D. It's really...
court death!
"Everyone is dispatched to take him down at all costs."