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Chapter 249

Banner looked around. The pitted ground seemed to be covered by artillery fire. There were several large pits that looked like they were made by the Hulk.

Looking at Lin Bei, who was unscathed but with some dust on his clothes, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and put on a humble smile.

"Wait a minute, I'll talk to Hulk, he'll be out soon."

Dr. Banner closed his eyes, his whole body tensed up, and his face turned red and his neck was thick from holding it in. Soon, the bulging blood vessels in his neck were replaced by a large green area.

“Ho ho ho——ho oh!?”

Dr. Banner's body expanded, and his green eyes met Lin Bei's gaze. Halfway through his transformation, he instantly shrank back to Banner's appearance.

"Hulk, what are you doing?"

Dr. Banner was a little panicked. It had been his long-standing dream to be unable to transform into the Hulk. If he had been unable to transform into the Hulk, he would have laughed to death before, but not today. His personal safety was threatened, and he needed the Hulk to come out and top the tank.

He glanced at Lin Bei and saw a look of impatience on his face. He raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Agent, this happens occasionally. Just give me a little more time and it will be done right away. "

After saying that, Dr. Banner muttered "Hurry up", closed his eyes tightly, frowned into a "Chuan", raised his hand and slapped himself twice.

"Come out quickly! Come out quickly! Come out quickly..."

After ten seconds, Banner gave up the slap in the face because it hurt too much.

"Dr. Banner, are you still not feeling well? Or maybe Hulk asked you to talk to me?" Lin Bei was too lazy to wait. He raised his big hand and pressed it towards Banner.

"Wait a moment!"

Dr. Banner had cold sweat dripping from his eyebrows. He took a deep breath and said, "I think Hulk's meaning is already obvious. Just say what you want to do and I can make the decision."

Lin Bei was doubtful and raised his eyebrows at Dr. Banner: "Are you sure?"

Banner said nothing, slapped himself twice, and then looked at Lin Bei with an innocent face: "I am sure that facts speak louder than words."

"..."

Lin Bei was stunned. The plan was not as fast as the change, but in general it seemed to be the same. He politely stretched out his hand, pulled Dr. Banner up from the ground, took off his coat and put it on him.

"Dr. Banner, you know what's wrong with you.

If left unchecked, it will be a nuclear bomb that will explode at any time!
It’s okay for Ami to commit suicide. I don’t have any objection if I let you out to harm his henchmen.

What if the dog leash is not pulled on.

This is a major threat to world peace.

Oh~ Now that’s it, let’s introduce it.

My name is Lin Bei, you can just call me Supreme Mage.

Affiliated to Kama Taj, it is an aloof guardian organization that does not intervene in the war and only resists the invasion of aliens or dimensional creatures.

In view of your current problems.

I solemnly extend a warm invitation to you.

I invite you to join my team as a supervisee. What do you think? "

"Oh~ Of course, you can also guest star as a scientist. Or the scientist being studied."

Facing Lin Bei's shaking fist, Banner shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Do you think I have a choice?"

It’s not what you think, it’s what I think!
It's easy to talk to smart people. Lin Bei nodded with satisfaction and put his arm around Banner's shoulders: "Dr. Banner, since you said so, I will make the decision for you."

"Well, you can make the decision."

Banner had a wry smile on his face: "If I remember correctly, the one you want to invite me to join is... Kama Taj, that's the name, right?"

"No, no, no, that's a small company under the group. Talents like you are naturally hired directly by the head office."

Lin Bei said something that Banner couldn't understand, and said to Natasha: "Go, make arrangements. I will take Dr. Banner to visit several bases, and he will be one of ours."

Banner was then abducted into Hydra.

But Lin Bei didn't lie to him. After all, he entered the head office. It would be unfair if he entered SHIELD.

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"Dr. Banner, you must have read the script. Do you have any comments?

Are you not satisfied with your role and want to add more scenes? "

"No, no, I'm very satisfied. It would be better if my role could be overturned."

"It's not impossible." Lin Bei said, touching his chin.

"Ah?" Dr. Banner's eyes widened in disbelief. He was so unbelievable that he spoke his mind directly, "Boss, were you eaten by a zombie? This doesn't look like you at all."

Lin Bei glanced at Banner with a crooked mouth, "Just let your cousin drink some of your blood, and then let her star in your place." Lin Bei raised his head and said: "She-Hulk is still more anticipated by the audience, as long as Your cousin's parents are not black-skinned, and they have not received help from the black Lao Wang. It would be better if their skin is lighter.

Otherwise, the Avengers should be renamed my white servants. "

"Sure enough, I was happy too early."

"The BOSS is still the same BOSS, nothing has changed."

Banner whispered.

"Do you have any other opinions?"

"Well, I'll act, I'll act."

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That night, Nick Fury received a communication from Natalie, indicating that Dr. Bruce Banner, the 'Hulk', was very happy to join the Avengers.

Almost the next day, Natalie's report was presented on the desktop of the director's office. It was filled with tens of thousands of words, detailing her emotions and reasoning, and how she persuaded Dr. Banner. It was all written down.

The report is very detailed, including the changes in Dr. Banner's demeanor during the conversation, Natalie's analysis of the mental state of his facial expressions, and finally Natalie's personal evaluation of Dr. Banner.

When he is not transformed, he is a rational scientist with a high IQ and a high emotional intelligence. He knows how to advance and retreat, but he is uncontrollable after transforming and is not suitable to be a member of the Avengers.

A very pertinent report, excellent enough to be used as a model.

Even the evaluation of Dr. Banner is based on objective facts and from the collective perspective of the team, without personal subjective opinions.

This made Nick Fury very satisfied, and secretly thought that Natalie was indeed a trustworthy confidant. He put down the report and picked up another report on the table.

Among the agents who participated in the mission with the team, there was an undercover agent arranged by Nick Fury, who also wrote a report, explaining the mission from the perspective of a bystander.

In general, it is consistent with Natalie's report, with only minor differences.

Nick Fury put down the report and sealed it himself. He did this not because he did not trust Natalie, but because his butt determined his head. As the director of SHIELD, in order to prevent undercover agents from infiltrating it, he must not trust anyone too much. one person.

Even if he trusts this person very much!
In other words, Nick Fury has always regarded his identity as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. as his mission, always reminding himself that he is an agent who breaks into the enemy. He is surrounded by enemies, all eyes are watching him, and he cannot relax at all to avoid exposing his weaknesses.

He has always done a perfect job, controlling the overall situation and keeping all SHIELD agents firmly under his control. So far, there has been no mistakes.

On the third day, Nick Fury randomly selected two agents who were performing the mission and sent out two reports to confirm the mission situation again.

Three identities, two re-examinations, and four reports, at this point, he was finally convinced that this mission had perfectly achieved his goal.

Immediately afterwards, Nick Fury set off secretly and met with Dr. Banner.

Dr. Banner behaved very coldly and did not care about the identity of the Avengers. He bluntly told Nick Fury that he joined the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D.

He will not participate in the work of an agent. He is tired of hiding and just wants to find a quiet place to perch.

Also, he doesn't need to know who the enemy is, nor does he need to formulate detailed tactics for him, because he can't control Hulk after the transformation, and any detailed tactics are useless to him.

Nick Fury nodded in agreement. Dr. Banner's words were exactly the same as in the report. He was also very satisfied with Dr. Banner's attitude. He had no requirements and did not want to know who he was fighting or what the reason was.

This is the soldier he wants most!
It's not that Nick Fury is unhappy with other SHIELD agents, but...

After all, he is an agent. He judges others by himself, but he always feels that he is not worthy of trust!

……

On the other side, Strange was carefully adjusting his naughty cloak collar in front of the mirror.

Strange had a problem with his fingers, so he simply used magic to shave it off.

Strange looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

The old self seems like yesterday.

I remember when I was recovering from a serious illness, I was not happy. The nerves in my hands were severely damaged and I felt like I was useless.

It wasn't that kind of devastating damage. Judging from Strange's professional perspective, his hands destroyed it very evenly, as if it had been measured with precision instruments.

Now he cannot live independently. His trembling hands cannot control the strength. He holds the razor as if he is slicing his neck to commit suicide. He needs help from the apartment attendant to enter his house.

As a top figure in the industry, Strange is an elite member of society, enjoying countless applause and fame. Once he fell from the altar and became a waste inferior to ordinary people, he was unwilling to do so and tried every means to heal his hands.

And these treatments, without exception, require very high prices.

Money was no object, as long as his hands could be cured, Strange was willing to spend no matter how much it cost.

He contacted friends and made appointments with experts he had looked down on before, hoping that he was once blind and that there was a piece of gold buried in all this stinking shit.

Yes, now that things have happened, Strange has begun to gamble on his luck!
"Strange, I don't know if anyone can cure your hand. I only know that they will take your money..."

"That was an experimental treatment. The price was relatively cheap, but it was also an astronomical sum of money..."

"There is a very powerful doctor in Berlin who has made breakthroughs in the field of nerve suturing. You know, the surgery is expensive..."

"In the ancient East, there was an expert who was very powerful, but very expensive, very expensive..."

"..."

At the beginning, the thing Strange heard the most was that the surgery was expensive, but that was no longer the case.

Because his family is neither a bank nor a mine, and because of his poor personal financial management skills, his friends gradually lost contact.

"I can't help it, I have to consider my reputation!"

"The damage is too serious and there is nothing we can do. Also, do you think it's time to pay the balance?"

"Sorry, Mr. Strange, we can no longer accept your check, we only accept cash!"

"Sorry about your personal credit... I mean, your credit card has expired."

"Mr. Strange, your personal assets have been frozen. From today on, they no longer belong to you, including this house."

"Mr. Strange, are you looking for Billy? Uh... the number you dialed has activated the recording message function. Please leave a message after one beep. Beep~~"

Bang!

Strans threw the phone down, held his head with trembling hands, and huddled in the dirty and small new apartment. He only wanted to say one thing to those who rejected him.

"I'm not Mr. Strance, I'm Dr. Strance..."

The world outside the window was extremely bright, and a ray of sunlight shone on the bedside, but Strange could not feel the slightest warmth. The death penalty from the medical field made his whole body cold, and he felt that he was shrouded in endless darkness.

Cold and dark! Despair and numbness!
Just when Strange was wondering which way to commit suicide was quick and painless, he glanced at his suitcase from the corner of his eye and suddenly remembered something. He opened the suitcase, rummaged through the piles of files, and locked eyes. A terminally ill man named Paines.

Strange has seen this patient's file before, when he was still a high-spirited super doctor with a scalpel in his hand and a steady flow of fame, status, and wealth.

Due to a work accident, Paines suffered severe nerve damage to his limbs and was paraplegic at a high level. Sitting in a wheelchair, he felt tingling all over his body.

Just some time ago, he got better. No one knew what he had gone through, but he just got better!

The miracle brought hope, and Strange saw a glimmer of light in despair. He believed that Paines must have special rehabilitation therapy, otherwise it would be difficult to explain this supernatural phenomenon.

Based on the information in the file, he found Paines on the basketball court in the park.

On the court, Paines showed his prowess, making defensive fouls, being intercepted when passing by, smashing his feet with the ball, getting blocked for layups, missing shots, and dunking... He was the backdrop.

Although Paines was as rotten as shit, Strange looked at his handsome back with envy, because he was worse than shit.

"Are you Strange? I mean, do we know each other?"

Paines came off the court to take a break, picked up his sports drink and took a sip. He said proudly: "No matter what you want to do with me, you only have two minutes. As you can see, my teammates need me."

Do you have some B numbers? The other side needs you!

In the past, Strange would have started spraying, but now that is not possible, he has to keep his attitude of asking for help: "Your spinal cord was damaged, which is a terminal illness according to modern medicine, but you have recovered. This is very unscientific. Can you tell me how you were cured?"

"How do you know so well?"

"I used to be a neurosurgeon and I saw your file..."

Facing Paines's mocking face, Strange took a deep breath: "Well, you have sought medical treatment from me before. I thought your injuries were irreparable, so I refused to seek medical treatment for you. ”

"Come on, if you can't cure me, I will ruin your reputation, so you drove me away. This is the truth." Paines sneered.

"I'm looking for a cure for my hands and I've tried everything and I hope you..."

"Wait, why should I tell you? After all, in my opinion, you are a jerk."

"..."

(End of this chapter)