I Am In Marvel

Brazil, Rosignia slum, a cheap single room for rent.

The decoration of the room is too old and simple, and the wall peeling off due to old age, but all kinds of furniture are simple and tidy.

Under the dim light from the glass windows, on a small square straw mat, sat cross-legged a young man with curly hair and only big pants.

He controlled his breathing evenly, and began to slowly sink his eyelids, practicing a breathing technique of Indian yoga, that is, using abdominal breathing to slow down his pulse, thereby adjusting his mind and body's emotions.

But soon after closing his eyes, his vision fell into infinite darkness, and a green monster trapped in the subconscious cage screamed at him.

The green and violent powerful cells that are flooded with blood and genes are rapidly eroding and infecting other red blood cells.

'Huh-'

The curly-haired young man began to pant quickly, his face was slightly hideous, the veins on his forehead burst and the cold sweat gushed out to 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 young man let out a low growl and suddenly opened his eyes. I don't know when his hands have been squeezed tightly with sweat.

He hurriedly looked at his left wrist, where there was a physical watch for monitoring the heart rate. The number on it was over two hundred and began to gradually decrease, tending to a normal person's value of more than one hundred.

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

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

Now, more than a hundred days have passed since he turned into the Hulk last time!

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

The West is the United States.

In his hometown, there is someone he loves, a place that I miss but can't get close to.

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

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

The curly-haired young man took a deep breath, calmed his mood, dried his sweat with a towel, and continued to adjust his mood and practice Indian yoga.

The heart has the Tigers, fine sniffing the rose.

Who dares to mess with me and ruin the world!

...

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

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

Of course, if they knew what kind of enemy they were about to face, they would probably not think so.

The armed soldiers raised their heads from time to time and cast their gazes like seeing an idol. There, 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.As the fighter is approaching its destination in Brazil, the desire to fight is like a blazing fire, burning more vigorously and brightly!

There is no room for two tigers.

If you compare the earth to that mountain, that creature that can act as a tiger by virtue of its physique, 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 draws the Protoss Gene Card, he urgently needs an existence of the same level to compete!

"Mr. Kyle, do you really want to face the Hulk alone?" General Rose lowered his voice, worried.

It's not that you don't believe in peace symbols, but the Hulk is too powerful!So powerful, he didn't dare to tell the elite soldiers in advance, what he wanted to fight and arrest was an invincible monster!

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

The strongest on the surface?I am very dissatisfied!

...

Around nine o'clock in the evening.

The slum of Rosignia in Brazil is different from the prosperous big city. The residential area next to the factory has been dimmed early, and local residents who have been tired for a day are basically sleeping.

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

One of the bullet-proof camouflage vehicles has brightly lit interiors, a spacious space, and is equipped with various technological instruments and several split screens.

General Ross was wearing headphones and holding a military walkie-talkie, looking at Kyle who was sitting directly opposite, "You can't go wrong, Bruce Banner is in his house."

Kyle shrugged and suggested: "Let your soldiers pass first and try to see if you can catch them directly in human form. If you can't catch them, it's better to lead them to the factory. The residential houses here are too dense to fit. fighting."

General Ross nodded and followed instructions to the walkie-talkie, "All the elite soldiers, bring nerve-paralyzing guns, and sneak into the targeted residents!"

Upon receiving the order, the doors of the remaining vehicles opened immediately. Nearly ten well-armed elite soldiers, proficiently lowering their bodies, sank into the streets and alleys quickly.

They are worthy of being among the elites. Under the cover of the dark night, no one found their figures and traces.

Emibu rushed to the forefront. The night and narrow streets did not affect his agility and quickly reached the downstairs of the destination house.

"Wow!"

The big black dog on the leash downstairs was shocked, and as soon as he made the first bark, Emibu reacted to aim and fired. The paralyzed bullet accurately hit the big black dog's neck, causing it to creep on the ground without a sound.

Emibu waved forward, and the teammates behind him immediately followed, and swiftly moved 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, Emibu rushed into the room with a gun among the flying debris of the plank, and shot a few shots toward the bed of the single room!

If all goes well, the operation should end here.

Amibu raised his eyebrows, keenly aware that something was wrong, stepped forward and lifted the quilt, only to find that the pillow was placed underneath.

"Target escaped!" Emibu whispered.

"chase!"

This is from the other end of the walkie-talkie, General Rose's command words.

The elite soldiers immediately followed the trail and chased downstairs, and soon found a curly-haired young man wearing a red shirt and carrying a schoolbag, fleeing to the end of the alley!

As if knowing the consequences of his own anger, the direction of escape of the curly-haired youth happened to be a closed factory with no one!

at the same time.

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

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

"It's coming out."

Kyle only said this calmly, and stepped out of the carriage, his tall body hidden into the night.