Superman's Journey

Chapter 60
The magic rope, a gadget that Lincoln tinkered with in his spare time.

The strength of this thing is directly proportional to the amount of magic power it uses. In the hands of ordinary mages, this thing can't even lift their own weight, but in the hands of Lincoln, this is the binding of the fairy rope.

Even Hulk's strength cannot break free from Lincoln's chains, let alone a big boss with an advantage in IQ.

The anger constantly stimulated the big boss's nerves, and the yellow-green color that originally only distributed on the scalp occupied more and more places like a spreading fungus.

Samuel didn't know what happened to him, and Lincoln just watched calmly, watching him think about the complete transformation of the big boss.

Space, or high altitude, the office is closely staring at the roof of the Manhattan building, the only place they can stare at, and the drastic changes in Samuel are clearly visible.

"How is this going?"

"Maybe it's the change caused by Hulk's blood." The intelligence officer took out information about Samuel: "It says that Samuel's wound had contact with Hulk's blood, which directly caused this change."

"I see." The observer nodded, and then said: "So Samuel in this state will make Mr. Lincoln unhappy?"

"Probably not." The intelligence officer shook his head: "Mr. Lincoln seems to know Samuel no less than we do."

"That's good." Hearing this answer, the observer couldn't help showing a bit of relief on his face: "As long as Mr. Lincoln is happy, as for Samuel."

He pondered for a moment: "Tell Ross that he can completely delete Samuel's file."

"Yes."

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The discomfort of being restrained greatly stimulated the tyrannical factor in Hulk's blood, the big boss roared wildly, and the pupils that had gradually changed color were full of madness and anger.

Lincoln ignored him, but calmly took out a pair of pliers from the space and put it on the big boss' finger, and then
click!
Simply and neatly, a green finger was directly cut short, and yellow-green blood overflowed from the wound, and was used by the container Lincoln had prepared in advance.

The ten fingers connected to the heart, and the piercing pain made the big boss's body tremble. When he met Lincoln's calm eyes, and then looked at the pipe wrench that had clamped his second finger, he suddenly calmed down.

"Stop! Stop! What are you doing!"

Calmly looking at the big boss who was panting heavily, Lincoln threw the pipe wrench in his hand into the iron bucket, then took the white cloth aside to wipe his hands, and sat back on the chair again.

"It seems that you can still talk well, then why did you put on a show before, which made us all unhappy."

The torrent of pain kept hitting the boss's nerves, so that his thoughts were no longer occupied by anger and destructive impulses. Lincoln, who was ruthless at the slightest disagreement, allowed him to maintain a certain degree of calm.

He looked at Lincoln with fear and resentment in his eyes, and after taking a few heavy breaths, he spoke again: "What are you going to do!"

"Didn't I already tell you?" Lincoln pointed to the big green head of the big boss: "I'm going to cure it with you."

Big Boss:? ? ?

With question marks in his head, the big boss stared at Lincoln seriously for a while, and then he was sure that Lincoln wasn't joking with him.

But if it's not a joke, it's even scarier, okay?You want me to help you kill myself?Are you still a human? !
The big boss roared crazily in his heart, but the severed finger in the iron bucket made him unable to harden himself.

Samuel's personality is not evil, but it changed after being affected by the factors in Hulk's blood, and the newly born personality leader has nothing to do with Samuel.

The big boss relies on Samuel's personality wreckage and the Hulk factor to exist, no matter which one is removed, it means the demise of the big boss today, which he absolutely cannot bear.

Not to mention that the big boss has no way to take out the Hulk factor in his body now, even if there is, he will never tell Lincoln!
"Don't dream." The muscles on the big boss's face twitched because of the pain, and he looked at Lincoln with a little joy: "My genes have fundamentally changed, unless you can screen out my previous genes and completely reorganize them Otherwise, I will definitely not be able to return to the way I was before."

"In addition, even if you can do the above points, as long as the special ingredients in Hulk still exist, I will continue to transform. I am immortal! It is impossible for human technology to erase me!"

"It turned out to be like this, that's really a pity."

Seeing the big boss who started to laugh wildly again unconsciously, Lincoln couldn't help sighing. He put down the cup in his hand, silently took out a pistol, and pressed a bullet into the bullet under the big boss's stiff eyes. Load the box.

"Since there is no way to heal you, then I can only kill you."

While talking, Lincoln aimed the gun at the big boss's head without any hesitation, and then pulled the trigger.

boom!
The gunshots echoed on the roof, and the bright yellow bullets pierced through the air in an instant, hitting the hard concrete wall firmly, and shriveled into a ball.

"Ok?"

Looking at the big boss whose head was turned away, Lincoln narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that the changes brought about by Hulk's blood are not limited to your brain."

"Dodging bullets close to my face, even after calculating my muzzle orientation and finger movements, I still need good reaction speed and physical fitness to dodge."

"However, it's nothing, it's just bullets, I have plenty."

While speaking, Lincoln ejected the magazine. This time, he filled the magazine with more bullets, and then raised the pistol again: "I hope you can hide a little more cleanly this time."

The muzzle of the black hole re-aimed at the big boss's body. This time, no one would doubt whether Lincoln would shoot, because there was still a shriveled bullet falling on the ground behind the big boss.

The pitch-black muzzle of the gun was like a bottomless abyss, and bullets capable of piercing the cap of the human spirit might be fired at any time. The big head stared straight at the muzzle of the gun, trembling all over.

Previously dodging a bullet was the result of concentration and luck, but facing a full magazine of bullets, he was sure to die!

die?How could he be willing to die? !He wants to live!
At the moment when Lincoln's fingers were about to shrink, the big boss said: "I can cooperate with you! I can cooperate with you in researching a cure for me. Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

Lincoln stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and looked at the big boss with a half-smile: "The proposal is good, but I think you seem to be teasing me."

"I didn't! I didn't!" Afraid that Lincoln would shoot, the big boss hurriedly shook his head: "I can cooperate with you! I promise!"

Hearing this, Lincoln's muzzle moved down slightly, but the words that came out of his mouth made the big boss feel cold all over his body: "I would like to believe you too, but the bullets will always be used after they are loaded."

The big boss of "you" seemed to realize something, and his face was full of horror.

The next moment, Lincoln pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots rang out, and Lincoln poured all the bullets from a magazine onto the limbs of the big boss without changing his expression.

The bright yellow bullets easily tore his flesh and bones. Amidst the heart-piercing wailing, the big boss really became an evil scientist relying on his brain.

Throwing the pistol smoking from the muzzle aside, Lincoln looked up into the distance: "Take him down, don't let him die."

(End of this chapter)