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This is a gentle-looking man, in his early thirties, with curly hair and deep, bloodshot eyes.

He is the Hulk, Dr. Bruce Banner, who was both missed by the U.S. military and S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Hello, Mr. Lan." Banner sent a message.

After a while, Mr. Lan's reply appeared on the screen: "Hello, Mr. Green, how are the results of the experiment?"

Banner: "Failed."

Mr. Lan: "How many doses did you use, I reminded you, don't be stingy, try as much as possible."

Banner: "I used it all."

The opposite Mr. Lan fell silent. Just when Banner thought that the other party was offline, a message popped up on the screen again.

Mr. Lan: "I need more samples, the patient's blood. Recently, I have some new ideas."

This Mr. Lan, like Bruce Banner, is a research expert in gamma rays, and he has been helping Banner with his treatment.

Banner thought for a while, agreed, and turned off the computer.

He was leaning on the chair with the broken ceiling above his head. Whenever it rained, water would leak down near the door.

The former Banner had an enviable life: a stable and decent job, a beautiful and gentle girlfriend, and his passion for scientific research.

But now, it's all over.

He was hunted down and framed by the military. Colleagues, friends, and family thought he was a wanted criminal. He was forced to flee to a foreign country, incognito, and was always worried that he would become a lunatic!

Banner stared at the ceiling, resentment and anger building up in his chest...

"Drip drip!"

Heart rate reminder on your wrist makes a piercing chirping!

Banner swallowed and spit, recalling the method of emotional control taught by the yoga teacher, walked out the window, looked at the distant scenery, and kept taking deep breaths.

This is Brazil, a slum in Rossinia. The houses are randomly built on the hillside, and the houses are scattered in heights and places, completely unsystematic.The materials used to build the house are different, plus years of tinkering and repairing. From a distance, it looks like a colorful rainbow ladder, and it really has a unique beauty when you first see it.

Can't tell if it's funny or sad.

The people living here are all poor, and they can’t squeeze much oil and water from their bodies. Officials don’t bother to care about them. Banner feels that it is safe to hide in this place. At least he is hiding in the local cola processing factory to work. It has been a stable life for a few months.

"It would be nice if I could stay calm until I found a solution." He prayed silently in his heart.

Just as Banner prayed to God, the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane entered a state of detection and was about to set sail.

Zhang Ming and Steve arrived at the airport by car, and the driver was Colson.

After getting out of the car, Coulson said: "I let people prepare the weapons you are used to on the plane, but if possible, try not to have a direct conflict with the Hulk."

Zhang Ming nodded, the Hulk Hulk can be said to be the strongest fighting force in the early stage of the Marvel movie, even Thor and the Hulk are only [-] to [-].

With the fighting power of Zhang Ming and Steve, it would be absolutely thankless to confront the Hulk head-on.

"there's one more thing."

Coulson took out a round thing from the trunk of the car, wrapped in black flannel, and handed it to Steve.

"Captain, this is your weapon."

Coulson lifted a corner to reveal the blue and red shield inside.

Steve took over the shield, and the familiar texture made him fall into memories, as if he had returned to the former battlefield, surrounded by comrades who were born and died together, and it seemed that he could smell the smoke of gunpowder when he closed his eyes.

Steve put the shield back on the flannel and said, "I can't use it."

Coulson didn't expect Steve to refuse, and he asked, "Why? It belongs to you, and in this world, only you are qualified to take up this shield."

"I'm not ready," Steve said. He turned and boarded the plane first, leaving Coulson with a complicated expression.

Zhang Ming looked at Steve's back and asked Coulson beside him, "Do you want him to pick up the shield because of your respect for the captain, or because of the order of Director Ludan? You know, this shield is not for Steve. Say what it means."

"of course……"

Coulson was about to explain when Zhang Ming raised his hand, smiled and said, "You don't have to answer me, I'm not interested in this answer, but you have to be able to convince yourself."

Zhang Ming boarded the plane, and Steve sat on the seat, wiping the rifle in his hand.

"The butt of the gun was almost rubbed off by you." Zhang Ming joked.

Steve regained his senses, smirked, and put the poor rifle aside.

The cabin is closed and the aircraft begins to accelerate. After the speed reaches a certain standard, it slowly climbs, and after a few minutes, it stabilizes again.

As soon as S.H.I.E.L.D. found out the origin of Coke, it sent agents to Brazil to investigate. As a support force, the entire plane, except for Zhang Ming and the captain, had only two pilots, and the cabin was very quiet.

Zhang Ming looked at the flashing clouds outside the window. He knew that Steve must have a lot of ideas. He didn't ask. A man can choose to talk or keep it in his heart. This is Steve's choice. Zhang Ming Ming has no right to interfere.

After a long time, Steve finally spoke.

"Zhang Ming, how old are you this year?"

"nineteen."

Steve laughed: "It stands to reason that I am only five years older than you, but in fact, I am older than your grandfather."

"Chat is just chat, don't think about taking advantage of others." Zhang Ming complained.