Mr. Blue: "Mr. Green, you haven't contacted me in half a month. Did you find your friend's data?"
Banner (typing quickly): "The data is gone!"
Mr. Blue: "I'm sorry, but without the data, I can't help."
Banner: " Are there any other options?"
Mr. Blue: "We've tried all the other options, haven't we?"
Yeah, all that time in Brazil, we tried every method.
Thinking of this, Banner's eyes dimmed. He sat at the computer, his mind a complete blank.
Mr. Blue's words were a final death sentence. No data, no cure. And the military had taken all the data.
Unless Banner turned into the Hulk, caused a rampage, and forced the military to hand over the data, the problem was unsolvable.
But Banner was the kind of coward who wouldn't even dare to confront his girlfriend.
Making him rampage and kill in the streets was harder than making the Hulk obey.
"Who are you?"
A voice from the door interrupted Banner's thoughts. He looked up and saw a graduate student from the lab.
"Are you the one who ordered the pizza?"
"Oh, yes."
"That'll be 20 dollars."
"Thanks. Here's your tip."
Banner took the 25 dollars, left the lab, and returned to the pizza shop where he was staying.
Mr. Blue couldn't cure the Hulk, and his girlfriend gave him no reason to stay.
Banner could only choose to keep running. Maybe this time, he would never come back.
But what Banner didn't expect was that his chat with Mr. Blue had been discovered by Chloe, who had decrypted their IP addresses.
......
New York, Joker Organization Hideout.
Jason received Chloe's message. She had found Banner and the mysterious Mr. Blue.
Banner was back in the US. According to his IP, he was in a lab at Culver University.
And Mr. Blue's real identity was Dr. Samuel Sterns, from the biology department at Grayburn College.
Not only that, Chloe had followed the trail and found all their previous chat logs.
She sent the logs. After reading them, Jason suddenly became interested in Dr. Sterns.
Because his memories told him that the movie's main villain had been injected with a serum by a certain doctor, turning him into a monster who could rival the Hulk.
If he could get his hands on that serum, the Joker organization's combat strength would undergo another qualitative leap.
Jason was tempted. Without hesitation, he immediately took his men and headed for Grayburn College.
......
The IP location showed Dr. Sterns was in his lab. Jason went alone, ordering his men to stay nearby and keep watch.
In the lab, Dr. Sterns was observing Banner's blood cells under a microscope.
These were the most resilient cells he had ever seen. No chemical could kill them. Even the most dreaded viruses and bacteria couldn't compare.
Under the microscope, the green cell culture began to expand rapidly, as if threatened, quickly filling the entire field of vision.
K-chak!
With a sharp crack, the microscope slide shattered.
"Ah!" Dr. Sterns sighed, exasperated.
Failure, failure, failure
Countless efforts, day and night, all ending in failure. It made Dr. Sterns feel disheartened.
It seemed that without the detailed data from the gamma accident, this greatest puzzle in human history would never be solved.
Just then, a voice came from behind him: "Are you Samuel Sterns?"
Without looking up, Dr. Sterns said, "It's my break. If you have questions, ask during class. Please leave."
Hearing this, Jason smiled and walked closer. "Sorry, I'm not one of your students."
Dr. Sterns quickly turned. A middle-aged man with an ordinary face stood before him.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Jason didn't answer. Instead, he walked deeper into the lab, as if he owned the place.
"Large quantities of blood bags, countless mutated lab mice... tsk tsk, this doctor is really something."
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Dr. Sterns shouted, annoyed.
Jason ignored him, pointing to a dead rat with green fur, two or three times its normal size. "Can this serum be used on humans, Mr. Blue?"
"You... You're Mr. Green?"
"No. I'm Mr. Green's friend."
"A friend! Then it is you!" Dr. Sterns was overjoyed. He grabbed a syringe and walked over. "Your blood sample was too small. Let's get another."
Jason smiled slightly. He placed his right hand on an iron chair, and with a squeeze, the chair slowly bent.
"You're mistaken. I'm not the green monster. Now, answer my question. Don't make me ask again."
Dr. Sterns stopped, staring, dumbfounded, at the ruined chair.
My god, that chair was solid.
"You're not... Oh! I get it." Sterns said warily, "You intercepted my chats with Mr. Green. You're here for it."
"Hmph, finally caught on." Jason advanced on him. "Talk. Unless you want to end up like that chair."
Dr. Sterns frowned, clearly struggling.
But after a moment, he sighed. "It's not ready for human trials. Not unless Mr. Green can provide me with the detailed data."
"I know about the data. What I need to know is, if I get you all the data, what do I get in return?"
"The potential of this is limitless! It could develop hundreds of cures, eradicate all disease! That alone would win me a Nobel Prize."
"At the same time, it can vastly enhance human function. It could make a scrawny vagrant punch with the force of Muhammad Ali, make an overweight, burger-loving slob run faster than Usain Bolt..."
Talking about the future, Dr. Sterns was unstoppable. He described the infinite possibilities of gamma to Jason in detail.
These ideas opened Jason's eyes. He originally thought it just turned people into monsters, but he never expected it had so many applications.
"Okay. You've convinced me. I'll get you the data. But from now on, this technology belongs to me, and me alone."
"To you alone? No, no, no, this is a treasure for all mankind! You..."
Jason reached up and took off his mask. Dr. Sterns's words stopped short.
"You... you're..."
"That's right. It's me. I never expected to find such a brilliant cell biologist in this university. As the leader of the Joker organization, I am formally inviting you to join."
The mysterious man... was the most dangerous terrorist in human history.
Agreeing was a death sentence. Refusing was also a death sentence.
"I..." Dr. Sterns's face went white. He didn't know what to say.
"Not talking? I'll take that as a yes."
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