Chapter 2211 - Ch: 101-110

Chapter 101: Eddie & Venom

A pitch-black fist, carrying thunder and spatial ripples, slammed directly into Venom's chest.

Instantly, the thunder exploded!

But more bizarre than the thunder was that a portion of the spatial power seemed to penetrate the surface defense, erupting directly within Venom's heart!

Venom's massive body suddenly stiffened.

All movements, all roars, all struggles came to a grinding halt at this moment.

Venom's massive, hideous body was like a deflated balloon; those flowing black Symbiotes retracted frantically toward a single point in the center, eventually vanishing completely to reveal a figure curled up on the ground.

It was a thin, middle-aged man wearing a tattered gray jacket.

His face was as pale as paper, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his lips were devoid of color. He was gasping for air violently, as if he had just been dragged back to shore from the edge of drowning.

He struggled to sit up, but his arms trembled so violently that he failed after several attempts. In the end, he could only kneel weakly on the ground, propping himself up with his hands, head bowed, his body shivering slightly from exhaustion.

Surprisingly, aside from being extremely weak and pale, there were no visible scars on his body.

klein's heavy punch, which combined thunder and spatial power, had clearly been absorbed mostly by Venom itself; the host, instead, had been well-protected.

"Tsk, such deep affection between master and servant." klein walked up to the middle-aged man, crouched down, and examined him.

"Relax, buddy. You'll be fine after passing out for a while. Once I help you kill that disgusting black-skinned chewing gum in your body, you'll be back to normal."

As klein spoke, he extended his right hand, a tiny but dangerous arc of electricity condensing at the tip of his index finger, preparing to use the power of thunder to completely purify the remaining Symbiote inside the man.

"No... don't!"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head. Though weak, a startling light erupted from his eyes.

From somewhere, he found the strength to actually raise his trembling arm and firmly grab klein's wrist!

"Don't kill it! I beg you! Venom... Venom isn't a bad guy! It saved me! It has been protecting me!"

The man shouted urgently, his voice hoarse and tearful, as he pleaded with klein.

"Huh?" klein paused his movements.

"Has your brain been eaten by that thing? It saved you? Protected you? Then how did that woman get hung up there?"

He pointed to Mary Jane, who was being protected by Peter behind him.

"It wasn't Venom! It was the Sandman! The Sandman did it!"

The middle-aged man explained quickly.

"My name is Eddie, Eddie Brock. I have Cancer, terminal. The Doctor said I had three months at most. I tried everything, but nothing worked. Just as I was about to give up and wait for death, I met Venom."

"It entered my body and cured my Cancer. Really! I can feel it, those damn Cancer cells are disappearing!

Besides, once I was being robbed by some thugs in an alley, and Venom came out and drove them away. Although it has a bad temper and says nasty things, it has never hurt an innocent person!"

Eddie gripped klein's wrist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

"It was the Sandman! He took an interest in Venom's power and wanted us to join him to deal with Spider-Mantogether."

"Heh," klein sneered, shaking off Eddie's hand. He stood up and looked down at him, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"There's a limit to making up stories. You say Venom is a good guy? When it was shouting about tearing me apart and eating me just now, it didn't look like a good little baby.

That violent aura, and the things it did while controlling you—do you think I couldn't feel it?"

"That's because it was afraid! It was afraid of you! You almost killed it last time! It just wanted to survive!

It's an alien creature; its way of thinking is different from ours. It thinks violence is the only way to protect itself!

But it really never thought about hurting people! Please, believe me just this once, don't kill it. It saved my life..."

By the time Eddie finished speaking, he was sobbing uncontrollably, repeatedly saying "don't kill it," begging humbly.

klein fell silent.

He looked at the middle-aged man at his feet, who was crying with snot and tears, kneeling and begging for the sake of an alien Symbiote.

He could feel that Eddie wasn't lying, and indeed, he hadn't heard of any incidents of Venom eating people.

Even that final pounce toward Mary Jane seemed more like a desperate threat now.

If it really wanted to kill the hostage, it wouldn't have waited until now.

"Troublesome."

klein rubbed his brow, feeling a bit of a headache.

"Klein," Peter said, holding Mary Jane as he came to klein's side.

He looked at the kneeling and begging Eddie, then at the frowning klein, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:

"What he's saying might be true. Mary Jane said the one who kidnapped her was that Sandman. He wrapped her in sand and took her away. Venom only appeared later."

klein's gaze swept over the faces of Eddie, Peter, and Mary Jane, finally landing back on Eddie.

"Are you some kind of saint, meddling in everything?" klein rolled his eyes at Peter.

"This Venom thing is highly dangerous. If it goes berserk one day, can you take responsibility?"

Peter opened his mouth to say something but found he couldn't refute it.

Eddie looked up urgently at that moment, tears still on his face, his voice trembling yet exceptionally firm:

"I can! I can teach him! He... he's like a child! He's always talking about eating people, eating people, but in the time he's been with me, he really hasn't eaten anyone! I can feel that he's learning, he's changing!"

Peter also took a deep breath and looked at klein with a serious expression: "Klein, let's give him a chance. I'll keep an eye on him and teach him how to be a good person. It would be too unfair to just kill it like this."

"Fine, fine, fine, you get to be the good guy," klein waved his hand impatiently.

"Then you keep an eye on him. You're responsible if anything happens. If this black-skinned chewing gum causes trouble again, I'll deal with you along with it!"

"I will," Peter nodded solemnly.

"Thank you... thank you..." Eddie cried, struggling to stand up and bow, but his legs gave way and he was about to kneel again when Peter caught him with quick reflexes.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Why is a grown man crying? Isn't it embarrassing?" klein curled his lip in disgust, turned around, and walked out of the church, tossing a sentence back as he went:

"I'm heading out then. I'll leave these two for you to handle!"

"Thanks for your hard work!" Peter shouted behind him.

klein didn't look back, only waving his hand casually, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

Chapter 102: The Weapon

klein had heard a bit from Peter about the aftermath of Venom and Sandman. He was told that Sandman was later taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel, but klein was too lazy to ask about the specifics of how he was handled.

Today was the agreed-upon day to deliver goods to S.H.I.E.L.D., but Hill was long overdue.

The sky had already turned dark. Aunt May had finished packing up and driven home in her wine-red Chevrolet Cruze.

klein sat alone in the grandmaster chair behind the long counter, planning to wait a while longer. If Hill still didn't show up, he would close the shop and go upstairs to sleep.

The hands of the wall clock moved unhurriedly. It wasn't until the clock was nearly at eight in the evening that the sound of a car engine finally came from outside the shop, approaching from a distance and eventually stopping at the door.

klein looked up toward the entrance. Hill's tall figure was the first to step out of the Suburban.

However, what made klein raise an eyebrow slightly was that behind her, four S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents wearing dark combat uniforms filed out of another black SUV.

They carefully lifted a large rectangular box out of the trunk of the second vehicle.

Judging by the bulging muscles on the arms of the four Agents, the weight of the box was clearly not light.

"Yo, Ms. Hill, arriving so late? Planning to spend the night here?"

klein crossed his legs and leaned back into the chair. His gaze swept between Hill and the large box, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"No need to bring me a gift. Even if you came empty-handed, would I really kick you out?"

Hill was already immune to klein's teasing. She walked to the long counter and gave a slight nod to the four Agents.

The four Agents immediately understood and carefully carried the heavy box to the open space in front of the counter, gently setting it down.

The box made a dull thud when it hit the ground, revealing the staggering weight of the items inside.

After setting the box down, the four Agents said nothing and immediately turned to exit the shop.

Once again, only klein and Hill remained in the shop, along with the mysterious box lying quietly on the floor.

"This is a weapon tailored specifically for you, made from the horn of that Rhinoceros Beetle," Hill explained, pointing at the box on the floor. "As per our previous agreement. You can open it and see if you are satisfied."

"Oh? It's finished?" klein's eyes lit up, his interest piqued. He leaped up from the grandmaster chair and walked over to the box in a few steps.

He squatted down and reached out to open the box, revealing its true contents.

The box was lined with soft black velvet. Under the light, a double-edged Viking battle axe lay quietly inside, its entire body pitch-black and its design ancient and ferocious.

The shaft was about 1.2 meters long, and the widest part of the axe blade was about 40 centimeters. Its lines were smooth and filled with a sense of power.

The entire weapon presented a deep, restrained blackness, shimmering with a dark metallic luster under the light.

Simple yet mysterious dark patterns were carved onto the axe head. At first glance, it looked unadorned, but upon closer inspection, it exuded a sharp, murderous aura and heavy presence.

The handle and the blade were forged as one. Anti-slip patterns were engraved on the grip, and a dark silver metal ring was inlaid at the end of the shaft.

"Due to the unique nature of the horn material, its hardness and toughness have reached an incredible balance, but this also made it extremely difficult to perform fine sharpening."

Hill stood to the side, adding an explanation at the right moment.

"So, although this battle axe is double-edged in form, it hasn't actually been sharpened. It is more like an extremely heavy blunt weapon, relying on its unmatched weight and indestructible nature to destroy targets."

klein didn't speak. He simply reached out his right hand and gripped the handle.

The moment it touched his hand, a substantial sense of weight was transmitted. With a slight effort, he easily lifted the battle axe from the box.

"Hmm... not bad. Authentic~" klein hefted it, estimating the weight to be at least over five hundred pounds.

No wonder it took four elite Agents to carry it together just now.

This weight would be a heavy weapon difficult for ordinary people or even average enhanced individuals to swing, but for him, it was just right and felt very satisfying to wield.

If this hit someone, they wouldn't just be black and blue.

Holding the axe with one hand, he swung it twice in the empty space before him.

The battle axe sliced through the air, producing a low and heavy whistling sound, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of pressure.

The pitch-black blade didn't reflect any cold light under the lamps; instead, it seemed to absorb light. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to stagnate slightly.

klein could feel that within the axe body, there seemed to be a faint but resilient vitality. It was a trace of life essence remaining from the Rhinoceros Beetle material itself, forming a strange resonance with the axe's destructive attributes.

As he swung it, the dark patterns on the axe seemed to come alive, with an extremely faint glow flowing through them.

"Good stuff!" klein became more satisfied the more he played with it. Holding the axe with both hands, he performed a few simple chopping, sweeping, and lifting movements. The motions were very smooth and full of power.

The battle axe seemed weightless in his hands, yet it carried the momentum to split mountains and crack stones.

After performing a few moves, klein reluctantly placed the battle axe back onto the velvet lining inside the box.

He clapped his hands, an undisguised smile on his face. Turning to Hill, he said, "I'm very satisfied with this. Thank your agency's craftsmen for me; they have good skills. This weight, this feel, it's exactly what I wanted."

"It's good that you are satisfied. This was also part of our previous agreement, mutual benefit."

klein admired the battle axe in the box for a few more moments before leaning down to close the lid and snap the latches shut.

Then, he turned and walked back behind the counter, reaching down to pull out a slightly smaller dark wooden box from beneath the solid wood counter.

"Here, the goods you wanted." klein pushed the wooden box to the side of the counter closer to Hill, his finger tapping on the smooth lid.

"The Talismans and the 'water spirit eyes' are all here. The quantity and types are exactly the same as what you ordered last time. Check them."

Hill stepped forward and opened the wooden lid. Inside were five stacks of Talismans tied with different colored silk threads, neatly arranged.

Beside them was a smaller padded inner box, containing ten pairs of matte black tactical glasses with a simple design.

Her gaze swept over them quickly. She didn't count them one by one, but after roughly confirming the types and quantities were correct, she closed the lid again.

After several transactions, she had developed a basic level of trust in klein's credibility.

"No problem." Hill picked up the wooden box and gave klein a slight nod.

"Then, mr. klein, I won't disturb you further. This is the payment for the next batch and the money for these ten water spirit eyes. We'll want the same things again."

"Alright, I got it. Just come and pick them up at this time next month." After saying that, he was about to get up to see Hill out.

Just then, the sound of an explosion came from the distance. Both klein and Hill looked toward the direction of the sound.

The four Agents immediately moved to protect Hill in their center.

At that moment, Hill's phone also began to ring.

"Ring, ring, ring!"

Chapter 103: Banner

On the morning Hill came to collect the goods, an unexpected person stepped onto this land that he was both familiar with and terrified of.

Dr. Banner looked even more haggard than he had a few years ago, with deep-set eyes, a messy stubble, and wearing a faded plaid shirt and ill-fitting khaki pants.

Carrying a worn-out canvas backpack, he blended into the crowd, looking completely unremarkable.

He was now at the end of his rope after years of hiding. He had never felt so heavy and hopeless as he did now.

Every heartbeat felt like a countdown, reminding him that the green monster inside could break out of its cage at any moment and destroy everything around him.

He hadn't wanted to return to this place that brought him so much sorrow, but a stranger claiming to be a biology Professor at New York University asserted that...

...he had developed a brand-new, Non-inhibitory Biological Frequency Reconciliation Technology that might help Banner suppress the creature inside him.

It was a clumsy lie.

With Banner's IQ, he could sense the strong aura of conspiracy and greed within it once he calmed down slightly.

But he had no choice. Over the years, he had hidden like a rat and tried every method, only to make his relationship with the Hulk more tense and bring him one step closer to the edge of losing control.

This was the last straw he could grasp before drowning, even if that straw was coated in poison.

Following the address in the message, he arrived at a secluded old building in Queens with a sign for Dr. Samuel Stern's Independent Research Lab hanging on the door.

The surroundings were very quiet, out of place with the bustling New York just a few streets away.

Dr. Stern was a balding, middle-aged man with thick glasses. Upon seeing Banner, his eyes flickered with a certain paranoid, fanatical light.

"Dr. Banner! I've heard so much about you!" Stern shook Banner's hand enthusiastically, his eyes scanning Bannerlike a scanner, as if admiring a rare treasure.

"I completely understand your situation. I will definitely find a solution!"

Banner pulled his hand back, trying to remain calm. "Doctor, the technology you mentioned in the message..."

"Oh, that! Of course!" Stern rubbed his hands and led Banner to a device resembling a dental surgical chair, connected to complex apparatuses.

"The principle is simple. I need a small blood sample from you. Don't worry, very little—only 10 milliliters.

Then, I will use my exclusive Gamma Frequency Harmonizer to catalyze and recombine it with your serum before injecting it back into your body. It's like reprogramming your other half, teaching it to... be obedient."

Banner looked at the cold, glinting needle, his throat feeling dry.

The Hulk roared within him, letting out a low, warning growl. He could feel an extremely unsettling aura coming from this Dr. Stern.

But he was too tired, too desperate for liberation.

"...Alright," he finally said in a raspy voice, rolling up his sleeve.

The process was faster than imagined.

Blood was drawn, the serum was centrifuged, and Dr. Stern spent a while surreptitiously tinkering at the workstation.

He mixed a certain viscous liquid emitting a faint blue glow with Banner's serum, then drew it into a specialized syringe.

The cold needle pierced the vein, and the mixed liquid was slowly pushed in.

At first, there was no sensation at all. Banner almost thought it was another scam.

But a few seconds later, a strange cold sensation spread through his blood vessels. It was as if a soundproof blanket had separated him from the green presence inside.

Banner looked down at his hands in surprise; he tried to get angry, but it triggered no reaction.

"How do you feel, Dr. Banner?" Dr. Stern leaned in close, his eyes behind the lenses glinting with a light that was almost crazed with excitement.

"I... I feel..." Banner moved his wrists in disbelief, "It... it seems suppressed? No, it's quieted down?"

"Success! My theory worked!" Dr. Stern pumped his fist, spun in a circle, and then suddenly grabbed Banner's shoulders.

"Do you see? Coexistence! Guidance! This is the pinnacle of science! I will create a brand new..."

His words stopped abruptly.

From outside the lab came the piercing sound of screeching brakes, dense and heavy footsteps, and a cold voice over a loudspeaker:

"Listen inside! This is the United States Army! Bruce Banner, you are surrounded! Come out immediately with your hands behind your head! Repeat, surrender immediately!"

General Ross's men! How did they find this place?!

Banner's face instantly turned pale, and the peace he had just gained for a moment was once again shrouded in fear.

He looked at Dr. Stern, who didn't seem very surprised; instead, a smile of a successful plan appeared on his face.

"It seems we don't have much time, Dr. Banner." Dr. Sternquickly took out a few more test tubes filled with dark red liquid and a syringe gun from a refrigerated cabinet under the workstation, stuffing them into a special briefcase.

"But don't worry, my samples are already sufficient. Until we meet again!"

After saying that, he actually ignored the army outside and slipped through a hidden door in the back wall of the lab, disappearing.

Bang!

The lab's front door was violently kicked open, and fully armed soldiers filed in, their muzzles all pointing at Banner.

"Don't move! Banner!"

The leader was an officer with several scars on his face.

Emil Bronski, the most elite and ambitious Special ForcesCommander under General Ross.

He scanned the chaotic lab, his gaze falling on the residual equipment on the workstation and the syringe that had just been used.

Then, he looked at Banner, who was being held at gunpoint by the soldiers.

Bronski walked over, picked up the syringe that still contained a bit of dark green mixed liquid, held it up to the light, and then held it to his nose to sniff it; it had a scent mixed with blood and some pungent chemical agent.

"What was he doing to you, Doctor?" Banner tightened his lips and did not answer.

Bronski didn't press further; he stared at the syringe, a flash of resolute madness in his eyes.

He suddenly stabbed the syringe into his own exposed neck and pushed all the remaining liquid inside!

"No! You're crazy!" Banner shouted out.

He knew better than anyone how dangerous untreated Hulk serum was!

The surrounding soldiers were also stunned, but since military orders were absolute, they only gripped their weapons tighter.

Bronski pulled out the syringe and tossed it aside.

For the first few seconds, he only swayed slightly and furrowed his brows.

But immediately after, his body began to tremble violently, and his muscles bulged uncontrollably, making his combat uniform creak and groan!

The blood vessels under his skin rose like earthworms, and his color rapidly turned an ominous grey-green! His bones let out tooth-gritting cracks, and his stature grew and expanded at a rate visible to the naked eye!

A howl of agony burst from Bronski's deformed throat—it was no longer a human voice!

He tore away the remaining fragments of his combat uniform, finally transforming into a hideous monster nearly three meters tall, covered in a dark green horny exoskeleton with muscles stacked like blocks of granite!

His head was deformed, with protruding cheekbones, an elongated jaw, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and even a few short, thick bone spurs growing from his back.

Most terrifying were those eyes, which contained nothing but rage, hatred, and a thirst for destruction.

"Power... This is power!!!" Bronski, or rather the Abomination, looked down at his giant, bone-spur-covered hands and clenched his fists.

Feeling the terrifying power within him capable of tearing steel apart, he let out a low, satisfied roar.

Then, he suddenly turned his head, those eyes full of destructive desire staring fixedly at Banner, who was slumped in the chair.

"You..." The Abomination took heavy steps, making the ground tremble, "You and that big green guy... you have this power, yet you only know how to hide and run away! What a waste!"

He pulled back his large mouth, revealing a hideous smile: "Now, it's mine! And you... should all disappear!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Abomination's massive fist tore through the air, carrying the momentum to crush everything, and smashed down toward Banner's head!

If this strike landed, Banner would instantly be turned into a pile of meat paste!

Under the threat of death, Banner let out a desperate roar.

"No!!!"

Hulk's consciousness, under the threat of death, broke through the shackles of the drug and reoccupied Banner's body. Awakening once again!

Banner's body expanded crazily like it was being blown up! His skin tore, his clothes turned to fragments, and dark green muscles rose like mountains; his bones popped as his stature shot up to a level comparable to the Abomination in an instant!

However, this time the Hulk seemed a bit different. His complexion was slightly dimmer than usual, and in his eyes, besides the violent rage, there was a faint, imperceptible trace of weakness.

Although Dr. Stern's serum had been broken through, it clearly retained some sort of inhibitory effect.

But the Abomination didn't care if the Hulk was normal or not; he threw an excited punch at the Hulk.

Hulk had no choice but to raise his fist and strike back.

The two non-human fists collided fiercely!

A visible shockwave exploded in a ring; the lab's glass shattered instantly, the surrounding soldiers were blown away, and cracks appeared in the walls!

Hulk let out a muffled grunt and was actually sent staggering back several steps by the Abomination's punch, leaving deep footprints on the floor. The Abomination only swayed slightly before steadying himself.

"Hahaha! See? I am stronger than you!" The Abominationlaughed wildly, relentless in his advantage. His massive body displayed surprising agility as he instantly closed in on the Hulk, his other fist like a sledgehammer, slamming hard into the Hulk's abdomen!

Hulk's massive body was bent by the blow, and he roared in pain.

He wanted to counterattack, but his movements were a beat slower than before, and his power seemed unable to fully condense.

The Abomination's attacks fell on him like a storm, beating him back step by step until a punch to the cheek sent him crashing through the lab wall and onto the desolate street outside!

The Abomination followed him out, stepping on the chest of the Hulk as he tried to crawl up, pinning him firmly to the asphalt road as the ground cracked and collapsed.

"It's over, big green guy." The Abomination leaned down, his distorted face full of cruel pleasure. He raised his other fist, bone spurs looking hideous. "Take your cowardice and go to hell!"

His power-laden heavy punch aimed at the Hulk's head and smashed down fiercely!

Chapter 104: Abomination

Just as Abomination was about to crush Hulk's head, a deafening explosion erupted on Abomination's chest!

Scorching flames and shrapnel instantly engulfed his massive body. The immense Impact forced him to stagger back several steps, and the foot pinning Hulk's chest was forced to let go.

Hulk seized this fleeting opportunity, exerting sudden force to roll out of the crater in the collapsed ground.

Pulling away, he panted heavily. A clear indentation from the stomp remained on his dark green chest, but the fury burning in his eyes grew even more intense.

"Fire! Target, green hostile lifeform! Repeat, green hostile lifeform! Open fire with everything we've got!"

At the end of the street, several military Humvees sped into view. The heavy machine guns on their roofs spat out scorching tongues of fire, spraying bullets toward Abomination like a steel storm.

Following closely behind were more infantry. Using vehicles and cover, they frantically poured everything they could find—rifles, grenade launchers, and even individual anti-tank Rockets—at Abomination.

In the sky, two attack helicopters let out a low rumble. Their autocannons roared, and Rockets trailed long plumes of flame as they shrieked toward the battlefield.

General Ross's reinforcements had arrived.

Though they were somewhat confused by the presence of two green giants, their battlefield instincts allowed them to make a quick judgment.

The Hulk, who had just been pinned and was now climbing up, could be ignored for now. The other green monster currently letting out a mocking roar at the army—with a more hideous form and eyes filled with pure malice—was clearly the higher threat level!

Abomination was somewhat annoyed by the precise Rocket strike and the subsequent rain of bullets. He slapped his chest, where the Rocket had left a slightly blackened mark on his bony armor; the skin hadn't even broken.

"Do you see this?!" Abomination ignored the bullets spraying against him. The projectiles hit his body like they were striking a super-hard alloy, clinking and bouncing off, leaving only insignificant white marks.

He spread his arms and laughed wildly toward the sky, his voice nearly drowning out the sound of gunfire. "I am the strongest! Your toys can't hurt me at all!"

He snapped his head around, his eyes full of destructive desire scanning the soldiers and armored vehicles firing frantically, a cruel smirk appearing on his face.

"I'll deal with you annoying little pests first, then I'll go finish off that piece of trash!"

Before the words even finished, Abomination's massive body suddenly lunged, moving so fast he left an afterimage.

He didn't charge into the army's formation; instead, he leaped high, slamming into the nearest Humvee like a cannonball!

The heavily armed Humvee was crushed as if hit by a giant pile driver, instantly twisting and deforming. The heavy machine gun on top and its gunner were flattened together.

Immediately after, Abomination grabbed it casually, swinging it like a massive war hammer in a horizontal arc!

Two nearby military jeeps and several soldiers behind cover were swept aside, instantly turning into a mess of exploding metal and flesh. Screams didn't even have time to escape before being swallowed by the sound of explosions.

An attack helicopter that had tried to lower its altitude for a precision Rocket strike was spotted by Abomination. He timed it perfectly and hurled the deformed wreckage of the Humvee!

The wreckage struck the helicopter's tail rotor with precision. The helicopter instantly lost balance, spinning and trailing black smoke as it crashed into a distant building, exploding into a fireball.

"Monster! Fire! Fire! Don't stop!" an officer roared over the comms channel, but his voice already carried a hint of despair.

Bullets were ineffective, Rockets had little effect, and Humvees and jeeps were like paper toys in front of him.

Abomination was like a tiger among sheep, rampaging through the army's lines.

He grabbed a soldier and casually tore him in two.

He kicked an armored vehicle over, sending it rolling over ten meters away, then used his shoulder to collapse a low wall, burying the firepower point behind it.

In just a few dozen seconds, the entire street turned into a living hell. Severed limbs and burning vehicle wreckage were everywhere, with thick smoke billowing up.

Hulk stood not far away and let out an angry roar, his chest heaving violently, his dark green eyes fixed on the Abomination who was slaughtering the soldiers.

He hated the army, he hated Ross, and he hated these people who had been hunting and hurting him.

But at this moment, watching those soldiers being crushed by Abomination without any power to resist, the part of Hulk that originated from Dr. Banner made him feel a strong sense of discomfort.

"Hulk... hates you!" Hulk kicked off the ground, his massive body flying like a shell from a gun, slamming hard into Abomination, who was currently stomping a soldier into pulp!

Caught off guard, Abomination took the full force of Hulk's tackle right in the ribs. Both of them tumbled away together, collapsing half of a brick wall along the street.

"Hmm?!" Abomination climbed out of the rubble, shook his head, and looked at the Hulk who was also getting up. In his eyes, besides rage, there was now a hint of excitement from being challenged.

"You finally stopped hiding? Trash! Then I'll take you apart first before killing all of them!"

Hulk didn't waste words; his answer to Abomination was a heavy punch concentrated with all of his fury!

Abomination smirked and, without dodging, threw a punch of his own!

Two giant fists covered in bony plates and hardened skin collided once again!

An Impact wave even more terrifying than before exploded, shattering the remaining nearby glass into fine powder. Soldiers standing slightly too close were blown away directly.

This time, Hulk did not retreat. He roared, the muscles in his arms bulging to their limit, actually managing to hold back Abomination's fist!

A flash of surprise crossed Abomination's eyes, followed by even deeper cruelty: "Made some progress? But it's still not enough!"

His other fist came down like a war hammer, smashing toward Hulk's head.

Hulk tilted his head to dodge, the fist grazing his cheekbone and drawing a streak of blood, but at the same time, Hulk's heavy knee slammed hard into Abomination's abdomen!

"Ugh!" Abomination let out a muffled groan as a tiny crack appeared on the tough armor of his abdomen.

The two became completely locked in a struggle, exchanging blows. Every collision erupted with a thunderous boom.

The ground beneath their feet constantly caved in, and the surrounding buildings shattered in the aftershocks.

The shockwaves of the battle even reached the army further away, forcing them to continue retreating.

At this moment, Abomination's strength and combat skills were both superior to the weakened Hulk. However, Hulk's anger seemed infinite; as the battle continued, his rage was steadily burning away the weakness caused by the serum.

His movements became faster and faster, and his strength was slowly climbing. From being completely suppressed at the start, he was gradually starting to strike back!

Hulk caught a tiny opening in Abomination's defense. He wrapped his arms around Abomination's thick waist and let out an earth-shaking roar.

He swung the massive body around and slammed it violently into a five-story old apartment building across the street!

One wall of the entire apartment building was smashed to pieces by Abomination. The structure let out an overburdened groan as half the building slowly tilted and collapsed in a cloud of dust, burying Abomination beneath it.

Hulk stood in place, his chest heaving like a bellows as he panted heavily, staring fixedly at the pile of ruins.

However, he didn't even get a few seconds to catch his breath.

The ruins suddenly exploded. Abomination's figure, looking a bit disheveled but even more enraged, burst through the brick and stone. A gash on his forehead bled dark green blood, but this only made him more frenzied.

"You've angered me, you green-skinned mongrel!" Abomination growled, plunging his hands into the ground and actually snapping off a half-buried section of concrete roadbed.

Holding it high over his head like a giant stone pillar, he brought it crashing down toward Hulk's head!

Hulk roared and, without dodging, met the blow with both fists!

Chapter 105: klein Makes His Move

Washington, the Triskelion, inside the Director's office.

Nick Fury's single eye stared fixedly at the real-time satellite feed; the sight of the constantly trembling, cracking streets made his already cold expression turn even more somber.

The heavy losses of General Ross's elite troops and the ineffectiveness of their weapons clearly illustrated the severity of the situation.

"Conventional weapons are ineffective, and even heavy firepower has negligible results..." Fury muttered under his breath, his fingers tapping rapidly on the smooth tabletop.

He recalled the terrifying defense assessments of the three giant beasts catalyzed by the stairway of the sun in previous reports; the two green monsters before him appeared even stronger.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current equipment would find it difficult to effectively subdue them in a short time unless costly weapons were deployed.

While Hulk had temporarily held back the Abomination, he was clearly at a disadvantage, and the tremors from the battle had already caused severe damage to downtown New York. If this dragged on, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fury took a deep breath, his fingers sliding quickly across the touchscreen to pull up Hill's encrypted communication line, and pressed the dial button without hesitation.

His single eye remained fixed on the screen, where Hulkwas being sent flying by a punch from the Abomination.

The call was picked up after only three rings, and Hill's voice came through from the other end: "Director."

"Hill," Fury skipped the pleasantries and cut straight to the point, "Are you still with klein?"

"Yes, Director. The transaction was just completed, the goods have been confirmed, and we are preparing to evacuate." In the background of Hill's end, the muffled sound of distant explosions could be heard; she had clearly noticed the anomaly as well.

Fury knew that with Hill's sharp intuition and professionalism, it was impossible for her to ignore the commotion happening so close by.

He didn't waste time explaining and issued the order directly:

"Change of plans. Do not evacuate for now. Immediately, in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D. and myself, request mr. klein's intervention."

"Target: Queens. The out-of-control battle between Hulkand an unknown green hostile entity. Authorized to use all necessary means to control or terminate the engagement as quickly as possible, minimize the scope of the battle's impact, and protect civilians and infrastructure."

"Tell him this is an emergency commission. The payment can be discussed later—we'll owe him. You have full authority to assess the specific terms; the bottom line is to resolve this quickly."

He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eye, and added: "Also, warn him to watch out for the newly appeared green entity. It's more aggressive and destructive than Hulk, posing an extremely high threat level to civilians."

"If possible, try to obtain samples or information. Mission code: 'Green Storm.' Authorization level: 9. Execute immediately."

"Understood, Director. I will communicate with mr. klein immediately."

"Maintain communication and report back at any time." Fury finished and curtly ended the call.

He leaned back into his high-backed chair, his gaze refocusing on the satellite feed.

Hulk was roaring, using his arms to forcefully block the Abomination's swinging fists.

"klein..." Fury whispered the surname, a complex look in his eye.

Placing hope in an uncontrollable and unaligned powerful individual was never a choice he liked.

But right now, it seemed like the fastest—and perhaps only—choice to avoid even more catastrophic consequences.

He picked up another internal communicator and ordered in a deep voice: "Notify all field Agents in New York to stay away from the core combat zone, establish an outer perimeter, evacuate civilians, and manage the media."

"Activate the Watchtower Protocol. I need real-time energy readings, structural damage assessments, and analysis of all abnormal biological signals."

"Also, patch me through to the White House Situation Room... There's some trouble, and I need to give them a heads-up."

"Don't let me down, Hill. And you... klein." Fury hung up and muttered to himself while watching the screen.

Hill hung up, took a deep breath, and turned her gaze toward klein, who had a playful smile on his face.

"mr. klein, you should have heard that, right?"

"I heard it." klein picked his ear and gave a disdainful laugh. "Your Director really has no sincerity at all. What does he mean by 'owing' the payment? Sounds like he wants to skip out on the bill. What, does he think I'm an easy mark?"

Hill met klein's gaze, her tone sincere and carrying a hint of a plea:

"mr. klein, the matter is urgent. You should be clear about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s credibility after our several collaborations. We have never gone back on our word."

"This is a special situation with extreme urgency, which is why we're handling it this way. Moreover, the lives of New York's citizens are under threat; every second of delay could result in more casualties."

"mr. klein, just... do it as a favor to me. Considering how many times we've worked together. Besides, if you can solve this trouble, not just S.H.I.E.L.D., but all of New York will remember this debt of gratitude."

klein narrowed his eyes, sizing up Hill. This woman, usually as cold as ice, was actually playing the emotional card now.

Another muffled explosion sounded in the distance, causing even the shop's glass to vibrate slightly. The firelight turned half the sky red.

"Tsk, what a pain." klein clicked his tongue as if finally persuaded. He stretched lazily, his joints popping.

"Fine, fine. I'm only doing this for your sake, Hill. If it were that black-skinned braised egg, I really wouldn't bother with him." klein grumbled, but his movements didn't stop.

He reached out, and an invisible thread shot from his fingertip, precisely snagging the handle of the wooden crate containing the Viking Battle Axe next to the long table. With a gentle tug, the heavy crate slid to his feet.

"Thank you, mr. klein." Hill breathed a small sigh of relief and immediately added, "We will immediately establish an outer support and evacuation corridor and attempt to coordinate with General Ross's troops..."

"No need." klein interrupted her, bending down to lift the crate containing the battle axe with one hand. He hefted it and grinned. "You guys are too slow."

Before his voice had even faded, he exerted a slight force through his feet, and his body shot into the air like an arrow from a bow, his figure vanishing into the New York night sky.

Only one sentence drifted back with the night wind:

"Help me pull down the shutter!"

Hill looked up at the figure already far off in the sky, then at the swaying shutter. A rare, faint trace of helplessness flashed across her cold, elegant face.

She shook her head, gestured to the Agents waiting outside, then walked to the door and pulled down the heavy metal shutter.

Chapter 106: The Great Battle Against Abomination

In the night sky, klein held a heavy axe case weighing hundreds of pounds in one hand, his figure streaking through the buildings. He pushed Bukujutsu to its limit, moving so fast that he left faint afterimages behind him.

The city streets below were a scene of chaos, with sirens, explosions, and the panicked screams of crowds all mixed together.

The closer he got to the center of the conflict, the more shocking the chaos and destruction became.

"Tsk, they're having quite a lot of fun wrecking the place," klein muttered, his gaze locking onto two green figures a few blocks ahead that were constantly colliding, separating, and colliding again amidst rising flames.

"This is the spot."

klein stopped on top of a relatively intact water tower, casually placed the axe case at his feet, and opened the lid.

He reached out his right hand and lifted the Viking Battle Axe from the case.

The weight of over five hundred pounds felt weightless in his hand.

"A new toy, perfect for a christening."

[Ding!]

[Two Marvel plot missions detected. Would you like to activate the rewards?]

"Yes."

[Ding!]

[Reward One—Steel Body, Reward Two—Infinite Recovery]

Just as klein was merging with his new abilities...

Abomination had just punched Hulk into a shaky commercial building. Laughing maniacally, he grabbed the wreckage of a burning car, preparing to deliver the final blow to the buried Hulk.

"Hey! You greenish ugly freak over there!"

A clear shout rang out in Abomination's ear.

A red and blue figure, like a nimble swift, swung in rapidly from the side on a spider silk and accurately kicked Abomination's wrist!

The burning car wreckage was kicked off course, smashing into the roadside and exploding into an even larger fireball.

Peter, wearing his iconic red and blue Spider-Suit, landed steadily in front of the ruins where Hulk had been smashed.

Abomination slowly turned his head, his eyes full of destructive desire landing on Peter as if he were looking at a noisy bug.

"...Another one?" he said, his low voice carrying undisguised contempt. "Beat it, little bug. Otherwise, I'll crush you along with that green-skinned waste."

"Wow, what a big mouth. You know? What I hate most are guys like you who don't follow building safety codes and litter everywhere!"

Before he finished speaking, Peter made the first move!

He suddenly shot out several strands of reinforced webbing, not at Abomination, but at the load-bearing structures of several half-collapsed buildings nearby. Simultaneously, his body launched like a cannonball, kicking toward Abomination's face with all his strength!

"Annoying bug!" Abomination tilted his head slightly. Peter's full-strength kick landed on his temple, which was covered in keratin armor, letting out a dull thud.

Abomination was knocked back a step, but he merely shook his head. Then, using his giant hand covered in bone spurs, he swept toward Peter like he was swatting a fly!

Relying on his Spider-Sense, Peter leaned back to the extreme limit. The giant hand grazed past his mask.

Before he could adjust his posture, Abomination's other fist, like a shell fired from a cannon, slammed solidly into Peter's abdomen!

"Ah!"

Peter cried out in pain, flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed through two ruined walls before finally getting embedded in a third wall, rubble falling all around him.

"Weak. Too weak." Abomination shook his hand as if he had just swatted a fly. He took heavy steps toward Peter, who was embedded in the wall, preparing to deliver the final blow.

"With only this much skill, you dare to play hero?"

He raised his foot and stomped down hard toward the curled-up Peter in the wall cavity!

At the very moment the giant foot was about to land, a figure descended from the sky!

Wielding his battle axe with a whistle that tore through the air, klein arrived first despite starting later, accurately cleaving into Abomination's ribs.

Abomination was knocked off balance, his massive body stumbling two steps back before hitting a building to stop himself.

klein turned his head to Peter, who was struggling to crawl out of the wall, and said:

"Go to the side, help evacuate the civilians and save the wounded. This place..."

He weighed the battle axe in his hand.

"...is mine."

"Another bug coming to die?" Abomination bared his mouth full of sharp teeth, revealing a hideous smile. "What, you want to taste being crushed too?"

"Heh!" klein faced Abomination's blatant provocation. "I just want to be your daddy!"

Before the words even finished, klein's figure shot out like a bullet. Holding the pitch-black battle axe high with both hands, he cleaved down at Abomination's head!

No technique, no flashiness, just the simplest, most violent, and purest 'Splitting Mount Hua' strike!

Abomination's pupils constricted!

He didn't expect the bug in front of him to dare to attack proactively. Furthermore, the power and speed contained in this strike made his serum-enhanced combat instincts feel a strong threat!

With no time to dodge, Abomination crossed his arms above his head. His dark green keratin armor instantly thickened further, and his muscles bulged to the limit as he prepared to take this descending blow head-on!

In a flash, the pitch-black axe blade struck Abomination's crossed, blocking arms!

With the Impact point as the center, a visible spherical Impact exploded outward, shattering all remaining glass, signs, and even thin lamp posts within a hundred meters!

The ground was like it had been hit by a meteorite. Centered on Abomination's feet, it cracked and collapsed crazily in a radial pattern, forming a huge crater over ten meters in diameter as dust mixed with rubble soared into the sky!

"Agh!!!"

From the center of the crater came Abomination's roar of pain!

His dark green keratin armor, which even Rockets could barely leave a mark on, was actually split open by the pitch-black axe blade. His top arm was also broken, bent at a bizarre angle.

Dark green blood was constantly gushing from the gash!

And beneath his feet, because he had endured an unimaginable force, half of his calves were sunk into the pulverized ground!

"What?! This is impossible!!" Abomination hissed frantically. He couldn't understand how a tiny human could erupt with such terrifying power, even breaking his arm.

klein's figure drifted back several meters using the recoil, landing lightly while leaning on his battle axe with one hand.

"Ugly freak, you're quite durable. Come on, let daddy see how many more hits you can take?"

Abomination was completely enraged!

"I'm going to grind you into meat paste!!" He snapped his arm back into place and pulled his legs out of the pit. His massive body erupted with startling speed, like an out-of-control green tank, charging toward klein!

His thick fist, wrapped in destructive power, tore through the air and aimed straight for klein's face!

"Good timing!"

Battle intent surged in klein's eyes. Without dodging, he gripped the axe with both hands and performed a sharp upward swing, the face of the axe slamming hard against Abomination's incoming fist!

Bang!

Chapter 107: Battle Against Hulk

Following a dull thud of Impact, the one sent flying this time wasn't Abomination, but klein.

klein was struck in the waist by the sudden attack, his entire body sent flying sideways, crashing through three crumbling walls in succession.

He plowed a trench dozens of meters long amidst the explosion of brick and rubble before finally coming to a halt in a heap of twisted rebar and concrete blocks.

"Cough... ptooie!" klein shook his slightly dazed head, spat out a mouthful of dusty saliva, and stood up from the ruins.

He looked down at his waist; his combat suit had been torn open, but the skin underneath was only slightly red, not even broken.

That sneak attack just now had incredible power, but it wasn't enough to break through his current defense.

He looked up at the attacker—it was actually the Hulk.

The green behemoth, having just crawled out of the ruins, now stood between Abomination and klein. His chest heaved violently, his dark green eyes were locked on klein, and a low, warning growl rumbled in his throat.

He raised a massive green finger, pointed at himself, then at Abomination, and finally roared at klein:

"Him! Hulk's! Others! Not allowed!!"

klein held the Viking Battle Axe in one hand, pointing the tip at Hulk, his voice full of irritation:

"You blockhead! I'm fucking helping you deal with this ugly freak! Are you blind?! Can't tell friend from foe?!"

"Hulk! No need!!" Hulk roared in response, slamming his fists together and sending sparks flying, attempting to showcase his strength.

However, the words had barely left his mouth.

When Abomination's long-prepared heavy punch slammed squarely into Hulk's defenseless back!

Hulk's massive body was sent lunging forward like a ball being smacked away, crashing violently into a partially collapsed apartment building dozens of meters away.

"Hahahaha!" Abomination withdrew his fist and shook his wrist, his face filled with cruel satisfaction and mockery.

"Stop fucking arguing! You two losers! So much nagging, it's sickening! Come at me together! I'll tear both of you apart, bit by bit! And chew you up!!"

Abomination first looked at Hulk, who was struggling to crawl out of the building ruins, then at klein, who was holding the battle axe on the other side, and issued his final ultimatum.

"Ptooie!" klein spat on the ground, wiped away non-existent blood from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze turned completely cold as he locked onto Abomination.

"I'll deal with you first, then go take care of that fat idiot who can't tell good from bad."

klein raised the Viking Battle Axe with his right hand while his left fingertips quickly traced a profound trajectory in the air, chanting in a low voice.

"Seeping crest of turbidity. Arrogant vessel of lunacy!"

The surrounding air began to warp, and an invisible pressure enveloped Abomination.

"Boil forth and deny, grow numb and flicker, disrupting sleep!"

Abomination's massive body suddenly stiffened; he felt as if the space around him had turned into a viscous swamp, his movements becoming sluggish and even his thoughts seemingly freezing.

He struggled in rage, dark green energy erupting across his body.

"The crawling queen of iron! The ever-self-mutilating doll of mud!"

Pitch-black Reishi emerged from the void like living iron sand, swirling and weaving frantically around Abomination!

"Unite! Repulse! Fill the earth and know your own impotence!"

The chant reached its climax!

"Hadō #90: Black Coffin!!"

Once the words fell.

Countless massive, heavy plates of spiritual energy manifested instantly from all directions, closing in!

They formed a giant, hideous Black Coffin, trapping Abomination inside!

On the surface of the Black Coffin, countless spikes pierced inward!

Hair-raising sounds of impalement came from within, along with Abomination's frenzied roars, distorted by agony!

However, klein didn't even look at the Black Coffin, which was vibrating with constant explosions.

His figure had already turned into a bolt of black lightning, lunging straight for Hulk, who had just crawled out of the apartment ruins and was shaking his head!

"Now, it's your turn, you reckless big oaf."

klein's voice was icy. Gripping the axe with both hands, the pitch-black blade carved an arc through the night, slashing down mercilessly toward Hulk's massive green head!

Hulk bellowed, his fists wrapped in boiling rage as he punched upward, trying to parry.

Axe and fist collided, erupting in a terrifying boom!

The ground beneath Hulk's feet shattered, with countless cracks spreading out nearly a hundred meters!

His massive body was forced backward by the strike, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground. A deep wound, reaching the bone, was slashed into his arm, and dark green blood sprayed out!

"It's not over yet!"

klein pressed his advantage, kicking off the ground. The earth exploded as his figure stuck to Hulk like a shadow!

His right hand swung the Viking Battle Axe in slashes and sweeps, every strike imbued with pitch-black Armament Haki.

Like a torrential storm, without the slightest gap, the attacks poured down upon Hulk!

Hulk could barely manage to block and counter a few times at first, but klein's speed was too fast, his power too great, and his combat techniques were terrifyingly refined.

Every one of Hulk's punches felt like hitting a slippery eel, while every one of klein's attacks landed squarely on his most uncomfortable spots.

Eye sockets, bridge of the nose, throat, heart, ribs, joints... klein specifically targeted Hulk's vitals and weak points!

The pitch-black axe blade left crisscrossing wounds on his body, while iron fists smashed into him, cracking bones and rupturing tendons, sending his blood and qi into turmoil.

"Roar! Roar!! Hulk—ANGRY!!!"

Hulk was beaten back repeatedly, unable to fight back. This feeling of frustration made his already violent rage burn like gasoline had been poured on it!

The green on his body deepened at a visible rate, his muscles bulged further, his bones popped like firecrackers, and his size even seemed to expand slightly!

As his anger climbed boundlessly, Hulk's strength, speed, and durability all increased drastically!

The wounds on his body healed with startling speed, and broken bones were forcibly realigned by the drive of his fury!

His counter-punches grew heavier and heavier, the wind they generated even capable of shattering distant concrete blocks!

However, it was useless.

In the face of klein's absolute power suppression and combat techniques refined to the pinnacle,

Hulk's growing rage only allowed him to go from being crushed to barely being able to withstand a few more hits.

He still couldn't touch a thread of klein's clothes, and he still could only passively endure that storm of blows.

Rage accumulated, power soared, but the sense of frustration and powerlessness also grew frantically within Hulk's simple mind.

Finally, at the moment when klein used a heavy strike with the side of the axe, imbued with spiral force, to slam Hulk down onto one knee, dazed and dizzy.

A cold light flashed in klein's eyes.

Just now!

He shifted the Viking Battle Axe to his left hand. Simultaneously, his legs bent slightly, and the ground beneath him exploded into a giant pit as he soared into the sky like a Rocket, instantly rising above Hulk's head!

His right fist clenched tight, pulled back to the extreme.

On his arm, the pitch-black Armament Haki was, at this moment, forced into a single point by his iron will and compressed onto his right fist!

At the knuckles, the air was crushed by the extreme power, revealing fine, pitch-black cracks!

"Now... stay down!!!"

klein's voice thundered like a bolt from the heavens!

Twisting his waist and driving his hips, he channeled all his strength, along with the downward momentum, into this one punch, slamming it down upon Hulk's temple, which was tilted slightly to the left due to dizziness!!!

Wherever the fist passed, space warped, light dimmed, and sound was swallowed, as if even time itself had momentarily frozen!

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A terrifying, indescribable thud erupted violently!

Centered on the point of contact between the fist and Hulk's temple, a spherical Impact exploded frantically in all directions like a supernova!

Wherever the Impact passed, within a hundred-meter radius, all objects higher than the ground were instantly pulverized into dust and then swept into the high sky by the violent air currents, forming a massive, billowing mushroom cloud of dust!

The ground collapsed downward like a bowl by a full four or five meters, the collapse spanning over fifty meters in diameter, with countless bottomless cracks tearing out from the edges in a radial pattern!

Hulk's mountain-like body was as if struck head-on by a meteor.

He couldn't even let out a proper scream; his massive green head was whipped nearly ninety degrees to the right by the immense Impact.

The rage and violence in his eyes were like a fire being extinguished, instantly dispersing as his eyes rolled back.

Every bulging muscle on his massive frame slackened instantly, like mud with its bones removed, completely losing all strength.

Hulk's three-meter-tall green body fell forward like a collapsing mountain of gold or a toppling jade pillar, slamming hard into the center of the collapsed ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and showing no further signs of life.

Only the extremely faint rise and fall of his chest proved that this green monster still had a sliver of life left.

klein shook his slightly numb right fist, looked at the completely unconscious Hulk at his feet, and curled his lip:

"Damn, his brain isn't great, but he sure can take a beating."

klein stepped over to the unconscious Hulk, bent down, and grabbed one of Hulk's ankles with one hand.

"Away you go!"

klein gave a low shout, his waist exerting force and his arm muscles bulging as he actually swung Hulk's massive body, weighing several tons, like a hammer throw!

The sound of whistling wind rose as Hulk's body was spun like a windmill.

After three or four rotations, having built up enough centrifugal force, klein aimed and let go!

The unconscious Hulk flew like a green cannonball across the New York night sky, under the dumbfounded gaze of countless citizens and rescue workers in the distance, soaring across half a block,

finally landing with a thunderous "splash" into the harbor waters connected to the Hudson River several kilometers away, kicking up a massive spray of water dozens of meters high before slowly sinking.

"One down."

klein brushed the non-existent dust off his hands, shouldered his Viking Battle Axe, turned around to face the "Black Coffin" that was already covered in cracks and about to shatter, and cracked his neck.

"Now, it's time to finish you off, you ugly freak."

Chapter 108: Defeating Abomination

klein shouldered the pitch-black Viking Battle Axe and walked slowly toward the cracked Black Coffin.

Just as he was about to reach the Black Coffin...

"Crack! Boom!!!"

The massive black spiritual coffin's surface cracks suddenly widened, and then it exploded from within!

Countless pitch-black Reishi fragments shot out like a rainstorm, plowing even more furrows into the already ravaged ground.

Amidst the swirling dust, a massive, hideous figure slowly stood up.

But at this moment, Abomination was not in good shape.

The dark green keratinous carapace that originally covered his entire body was now riddled with crisscrossing puncture wounds, the deepest of which had nearly split his left shoulder completely open.

Thick, dark green blood gushed from dozens of wounds, flowing down the lines of his muscles and pooling into a puddle at his feet.

One of his eyes had been blinded, leaving only a bloody hole, while the other burned with a near-insane, venomous resentment.

Most of the thick, short bone spurs on his back were broken and jagged.

Most terrifying was his chest, which had been pierced through by some kind of high-temperature energy, leaving a fist-sized hole with charred edges; one could even vaguely see the damaged lung tissue twitching slightly with every breath.

Although the muscles at the edges of the wound were writhing frantically at a visible speed in an attempt to heal, the recovery speed was significantly slower than before, as if the charred edges were continuously releasing some kind of energy that inhibited regeneration.

Abomination panted heavily, each breath carrying a wheezing sound like a broken bellows and bloody froth.

He slowly raised his head, his remaining eye locking onto klein in the air.

"Damn... bug... I'll... tear you apart... crush you... into... powder... Argh!!!"

With a roar, Abomination ignored his severe injuries and lunged forward. His massive body kicked off the ground, causing it to shatter, and like a dying beast struggling in its final moments, he pounced toward klein, trailing blood and dragging his broken body!

However, faced with this desperate counterattack, klein showed no intention of meeting it head-on.

He didn't even bother to raise his axe.

"It's time to end this."

klein's eyes were indifferent.

As Abomination pounced within ten meters of him, klein raised his left hand and casually pointed his index finger forward.

"Hadō #4: Byakurai."

A Hadō cast without an incantation.

A bolt of pure white lightning, about the thickness of a thumb, shot from his fingertip, instantly tearing through the air and accurately striking Abomination's chest.

Abomination's massive lunging body suddenly stiffened, his entire body paralyzed!

A flash of horror crossed Abomination's remaining eye as he frantically channeled the energy within his body, trying to dispel this strange paralysis.

Just two short seconds later, Abomination regained his mobility.

But those two short seconds of stiffness were more than enough for klein.

By the time the white lightning hit Abomination, klein's figure had already silently floated into the air, about twenty meters above the ground.

He spread his fingers, aiming at Abomination below.

"Ye lord!

Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!

Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!"

"Hadō #31: Shakkahō!"

The moment he finished speaking, the air in front of klein's palm distorted wildly due to the rapidly rising temperature!

A super-giant fireball, over half a meter in diameter with a glow like dark red lava flowing inside, instantly condensed into form.

In the next instant, the Shakkahō fell like a descending sun, carrying a terrifying power meant to incinerate the world, crashing down upon Abomination, who had just broken free from the paralysis and was about to leap up to attack!

The rapidly expanding sun of death was reflected in Abomination's single eye.

He let out a roar mixed with fury and a faint, imperceptible trace of fear, crossing his arms in front of his chest while his muscles bulged to their limit, preparing to tank the hit!

When the Shakkahō hit Abomination, there was no deafening explosion; instead, extreme heat and destructive energy slammed solidly into his crossed arms and the chest behind them!

Abomination let out a shrill, inhuman scream!

Where his crossed arms made contact with the Shakkahō, the tough keratinous carapace and muscle melted rapidly like wax, revealing the charred bones beneath!

The main body of the Shakkahō plunged even deeper into the wound in his chest that had been pierced earlier, and the violent fire-element Reishi exploded within him!

Abomination's massive body was blasted backward, a horrific basin-sized hole charred through his chest, the edges of the flesh completely carbonized and smoking; one could even see the mangled internal organs and broken spine inside!

He crashed heavily into a deep pit dozens of meters away, dark green blood gushing from the charred hole in his chest and the wounds on his arms like a fountain.

Under the continuous burning of the high temperature and fire-element Reishi, the recovery speed of the granulating tissue that had been writhing frantically became extremely slow, and it was difficult for the charred wounds to even stop bleeding.

klein hovered in the air, looking down coldly at Abomination, who was struggling and twitching in the pit, unable to crawl out again.

He didn't continue the pursuit, but simply raised his hand again, his fingers curling slightly as a longer incantation began to echo:

"Scattered bones of the beast! Spire, Crimson Crystal, Wheel of Steel. Move, and it is the wind; stop, and it is the void. The sound of clashing spears fills the empty castle..."

"Hadō #63: Raikōhō!"

Brilliant, dazzling golden lightning converged wildly in front of his palm, finally transforming into a terrifying pillar of light as thick as a barrel.

Like the roar of a dragon, the Raikōhō tore through the night sky and struck with supersonic speed, slamming into Abomination, who had just barely managed to prop up his upper body in the pit!

Abomination only had time to let out a desperate and unwilling roar.

The golden pillar of lightning accurately swallowed him.

The lightning lasted for about three seconds.

When the dazzling light slowly dissipated, the scene at the bottom of the pit was revealed.

Abomination no longer had a single piece of intact carapace on his body; his charred and carbonized frame was covered in web-like cracks, and his dark green blood had long since evaporated.

In his remaining eye, all light had been completely extinguished, leaving only a deathly gray.

At this time, Hill also arrived on the scene with her Agents.

klein landed beside Hill and scanned the surroundings, but the red and blue figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Tsk, he ran off pretty fast."

"mr. klein, thank you for your help this time. I will handle the subsequent payment as soon as possible."

"Sure, just remember that." klein waved his hand, not bothered with pleasantries. He bent down to pick up his battle axe, preparing to leave.

Just then, the roar of engines and the harsh sound of tracks grinding over rubble approached from a distance.

Several armored personnel carriers burst rudely through the ruins, knocking aside burning wreckage, and came to a brusque halt at the edge of the battlefield.

The doors swung open, and fully armed soldiers filed out, quickly spreading out with their muzzles faintly pointed at the people in the field, especially Hill and the few S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents behind her.

The hatch of the lead command vehicle opened, and a man with graying hair wearing a general's uniform climbed out.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Abomination's charred body, his pupils constricting imperceptibly, before his eyes locked onto klein, who was about to leave, and Hill, who was wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform beside him.

"Agent Hill. The United States Army is taking over here. Drop your weapons and hand over the target, Abomination, as well as... this collaborator.

He needs to come with us to explain everything that happened tonight, especially matters regarding the Hulk."

Hill took half a step forward, shielding klein, and met Ross's gaze without flinching:

"General Ross, S.H.I.E.L.D. has full authority to handle this incident under the Supernatural Emergency Response Actand coordination authorization from the White House.

The Hulk has currently left the battlefield and fallen into the Hudson River; our team is organizing a recovery operation. As for mr. klein,"

She glanced sideways at klein, who was shouldering his axe with an impatient look on his face,

"He is officially commissioned by S.H.I.E.L.D., and all his actions are completely legal and under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction. Abomination and all subsequent matters will be handled, investigated, and archived by S.H.I.E.L.D. The Army has no authority to intervene, let alone detain our collaborator."

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction?" Ross sneered, pointing a finger at the surrounding ruins,

"Look at this place! Half a block destroyed! Civilian casualties! The property damage is incalculable!

This is a serious crisis occurring on the territory of the United States of America!

It involves a highly classified Military project! S.H.I.E.L.D.thinks they can just brush this off with a few pieces of paper? Hand over the man and leave Abomination, or else..."

With a "clack," the soldiers behind him stepped forward in unison, the sound of bolts racking echoing as the atmosphere instantly tightened.

The Agents behind Hill also immediately lowered their stances, hands moving to the gun grips and special equipment at their waists; though they were at an absolute numerical disadvantage, their eyes were cold and fearless.

The two groups of people stood in a tense standoff amidst the smoke-filled ruins.

Caught in the middle, klein, shouldering his axe, looked at the tense army on the left and the unyielding S.H.I.E.L.D.on the right, suddenly finding it a bit comical.

He yawned, rubbed his aching neck, and said to Hill, "See, this is why I didn't want to do this. It's too much trouble. I have to argue with people even after finishing the job."

Then, as if completely ignoring the tense atmosphere around him, he waved his hand at Hill: "I'm out. Remember to send the money."

With that, he exerted a slight pressure with his feet, and his body slowly lifted off the ground, rising into the night sky.

"Halt!" Ross barked. "I order you to land immediately! Otherwise, I will treat you as a hostile target and take all necessary measures!"

klein's ascent paused for a moment.

He hovered in the air about seven or eight meters up, slowly turned around, and looked down at Ross.

However, at the moment their eyes met, General Rosssuddenly stiffened! It was as if he had fallen into an icy lake.

That gaze was like a higher life form looking at an ant.

A bone-chilling cold surged from his tailbone to the top of his head, his throat tightened, and even his breathing became sluggish.

He wanted to speak, to give orders, to maintain his dignity as a general, but his lips trembled and he couldn't produce a single clear syllable.

klein looked at him like this and curled his lip in disdain.

Then, he stayed no longer, turned, and accelerated, turning into a blurred black meteor that streaked across New York's broken night sky, quickly disappearing behind the silhouettes of the towering buildings.

It wasn't until that figure was completely out of sight that General Ross suddenly jerked as if waking from a nightmare, staggering back half a step before being quickly supported by his adjutant.

His face was pale, fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his chest heaved violently.

He looked at Hill's face opposite him, which held a hint of mockery in her eyes, and a mixture of humiliation, lingering fear, and rage surged to his head.

But he opened his mouth, and in the end, he couldn't issue any further orders.

He simply clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.

Chapter 109: Getting on the Payroll

klein, carrying his battle-axe, vanished into the sky, leaving behind the chaotic battlefield and the tense standoff between the two sides.

He wasn't interested in how much trouble the Military and S.H.I.E.L.D. would have to go through later regarding the classification of the Abomination incident and the division of responsibility.

None of that concerned him.

As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. paid him what they promised and didn't renege, everything else? What did it have to do with him?

However, klein still underestimated the power of New York City residents, especially the ubiquitous media and enthusiastic netizens.

That night, his figure, wielding a giant axe like a war god descending to crush two green monsters, was clearly captured by countless mobile phones, surveillance cameras, and even news helicopters that miraculously weren't completely destroyed.

Although the footage was somewhat blurry due to distance and explosion interference, his iconic Eastern face, formidable fighting style, and the final scene of him floating in the air, ignoring the Military's warnings and gracefully departing, were simply too recognizable.

Within two days, his shop in Chinatown was dug up by the resourceful netizens.

Well, that was it for his peaceful days.

For the first few days, the shop entrance became a pilgrimage site for internet celebrities.

Reporters with long lenses and short microphones, streamers holding selfie sticks, curious onlookers, and various opportunistic hangers-on wanting to ride the wave of popularity, clogged the not-so-spacious doorway, making it impassable.

The constantly ringing doorbell barely stopped; nine out of ten people who came in weren't there to buy anything, but rather to look around, try to sneak photos, or directly try to get close, ask for a photo, and ask this and that.

"mr. klein! Who was that green monster last night? Who is stronger, you or him?"

"Master! Do you take disciples? Don't you think my bones are extraordinary?"

"Boss, do you sell this axe? I'll pay a high price!"

"Can I see your superpower? Just for a second! My live stream viewers have already flooded me with gifts!"

klein was so annoyed he had a splitting headache.

Being a hero was frustrating like this; he had to maintain his image. No matter how impatient he felt inside, he had to keep a straight face, at least outwardly he couldn't slaughter civilians.

"Tsk, what a bother." klein slumped in his grandmaster chair, listening to the faint commotion outside, regretting for the hundred and first time that he hadn't just worn a mask that night.

Mei, wiping down the counter, looked at his lifeless expression and couldn't help but smile faintly:

"Now you know the benefits of wearing a mask, right? Look at Peter, he covers his face wherever he goes, so much less trouble."

klein lifted his eyelids and snorted, "My handsome, dashing, and charming face, wouldn't covering it be a waste of natural resources? How many admiring maidens' hearts would break?"

"Pah, smooth talker." Mei's face reddened, and she lightly spat.

Complaints aside, life had to go on. klein was so bothered that he had no choice. One evening after the shop closed, he stroked his chin and walked around the shop, inside and out, a few times.

"You like to join in the fun, do you? Alright, I'll give you enough fun."

He didn't make a big fuss; he just quietly set up some simple arrays targeting psychological suggestion at several key points inside and outside the shop using spiritual energy.

These arrays had no offensive power, but they were very effective. They could amplify negative emotions, stir up inner fears, and create an indescribable sense of eerie, strange unease.

The effect was immediate.

The next day, those who eagerly came to check in and ride the wave of popularity inexplicably felt a chill down their necks and their hearts pound faster as they approached the shop.

Pushing open the shop door, even though the room was brightly lit and the furnishings were as usual, they always felt something wriggling in the corners, the antique ornaments on the shelves seemed to be glancing at people out of the corner of their eyes, and even the air seemed to have grown colder.

Looking at the statues behind the counter again, their expressions were calm, yet they inexplicably made people feel that something horrifying was hidden beneath that calmness.

Barely holding on for a few minutes, those who entered began to turn pale, sweat on their foreheads, and experience difficulty breathing.

More severely, some even experienced temporary auditory and visual hallucinations, feeling cold fingers brush their skin or hearing fragmented, eerie whispers.

No one could clearly describe what specific terrifying things they saw, but the intense discomfort and fear were undeniable.

Thus, the lively check-in craze came quickly and left even faster.

In just three to five days, the shop entrance returned to its usual quietness.

Occasionally, an uninformed new customer or a regular customer who genuinely needed to buy a Peace Charmwould come by. Although they might find the shop's atmosphere a bit peculiar, they wouldn't be scared away.

And those internet celebrities and busybodies who had experienced the paranormal described the shop's strangeness vividly online, warning newcomers to stay away.

This, instead, cast a more mysterious aura over klein's shop, unexpectedly deterring most of the unnecessary harassment.

klein could finally slump back in his grandmaster chairand enjoy his leisurely afternoon tea.

"I'm just too soft-hearted; I should have done this a long time ago." He took a contented sip of the tea Mei had brewed.

"Being a hero even requires guarding against fan harassment; this job is really not for humans."

Mei, who was organizing the account books nearby, looked up and smiled, "You don't have to worry about being recognized and chased now, but I'm afraid that people who really need help won't dare to come to your door in the future."

"Those who truly need help will naturally be able to enter." klein said nonchalantly, "As for those who are just here to watch the show, it's good that they're scared away. It's peaceful."

That afternoon, the sun was just right. klein had just tossed aside an ancient book on Feng Shui Evil Qi, preparing for a short nap.

A black chevrolet suburban pulled up steadily. The car door opened, and Hill stepped out alone.

"Good afternoon, mr. klein, Mei." Hill nodded to Mei, who poked her head out from the kitchen, and then her gaze turned to klein behind the long counter.

"Oh, a rare guest. I thought you S.H.I.E.L.D. big shots were too busy and forgot about my hard-earned fee." klein didn't get up, just lifted his chin.

Hill sat opposite him. "mr. klein, you jest. We certainly haven't forgotten about your remuneration. It's just that these past few days, we've needed to negotiate with the Military regarding the division of authority for the subsequent handling of this incident and...

the ownership of some samples, which caused a delay of a few days. We apologize for making you wait."

"Alright, I understand the process." klein waved his hand, indicating comprehension, then went straight to the point,

"So, where's my reward? How do you plan to compensate me?"

Hill was prepared. "We have two proposals for mr. klein to choose from. The first proposal is a one-time cash payment, the amount being..."

"Stop." klein interrupted her before she could state the amount. "Pass on that. I'm not short on money. I'm not interested in money. My happiest time was when I was washing dishes in a restaurant, earning ten dollars a day."

klein subtly showed off. If Ma Daddy could show off, then klein Daddy could too.

Hill wasn't surprised by this and immediately continued, "Then, the second proposal. We are prepared to grant you Level Six Agent Authority within S.H.I.E.L.D."

She paused slightly, observing klein's reaction, then continued to explain: "This authority is advisory in nature and can provide you with a special identity recognized as legal in most countries worldwide.

Moreover, with this authority, you can access resources and intelligence available to a Level Six S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, including the use of safe houses or transportation channels, and even apply for certain logistical support within compliant limits.

It will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble, especially when dealing with cross-national or special domain incidents.

At the same time, you don't have all the corresponding responsibilities; this is just a privilege for you."

"Of course, if you are not satisfied with either of these proposals, you can also state your requirements. As long as they are within a reasonable scope, we will do our best to meet them."

klein stroked his chin, lost in thought. Money, he indeed didn't lack.

This Level Six Agent Authority... it sounded pretty good.

After all, an old Chinese person has a natural reliance on civil service exams.

Moreover, an advisory position that doesn't require actual work offers a high degree of freedom, unlike the many constraints of a formal Agent.

In the future, using S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name to do things would also be justifiable. If HYDRA could use it, why couldn't Old Master klein?

"Alright." klein thought for a moment, then finally nodded.

"For your sake, I agree. But let's be clear, I don't take orders, so don't bother me with your S.H.I.E.L.D. rules."

"Of course." A flicker of imperceptible joy flashed in Hill's eyes. Once he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., there would be plenty of time and opportunities to fully draw klein in.

If all else failed, there was the Honey Trap; Agent Natashawas best at that.

Hill took out a thin, specially made tablet and an electronic pen from her briefcase and pushed them in front of klein.

"Then, mr. klein, please sign a consultant agreement here and record your biometric information.

The authorization key and identity card will be delivered to you by a dedicated person within 24 hours after the agreement takes effect."

Chapter 110: Tony Stark

Saturday afternoon, in the backyard of the shop.

klein, Aunt Mei, Peter, and Mary Jane were all busy.

Because he was somewhat annoyed by the fans' harassment over the past few days, klein decided to have a BBQ at the shop this afternoon.

To relieve the long-suppressed atmosphere.

Hmm~ well! klein was simply craving it.

He originally wanted to invite Murdoch, but who knew he happened to have a case in court today, so he could only regretfully miss out.

Don't ask why klein is always the one paying for treats; it's because he's rich.

Peter, that poor ghost, earns a salary that, after rent, is just enough for him and Mary Jane to live on—and that's with Mary Jane working and having a salary too.

Before, when klein fleeced him for a meal, he had to eat dirt at home for half a month. If you didn't call him a saint, what else could he be? With his conditions, why wouldn't he do something to achieve financial freedom?

He's still out there exchanging selfies for pay; he's just one step away from making adult films!

And Peter didn't come empty-handed; he brought beer with him.

In the shop's backyard, klein had long since brought out that specially made skewer grill of his and was squatting there, fanning the charcoal fire with a fan.

"Cough, cough... Klein, couldn't you buy some better charcoal? This smoke is way too much!"

Peter was smoked to tears, standing on the upwind side helping to thread the meat skewers.

"What the hell do you know? Meat grilled with this kind of charcoal has soul! If you think the smoke is too much, then don't eat later!"

klein didn't even look up, continuing to contend with that pile of stubborn charcoal.

Damn it, in a city as big as New York, they don't even sell alcohol ignition blocks. It's simply absurd.

Aunt Mei walked out carrying marinated chicken wings and a large basin of pork belly chunks marinated in a special sauce. Seeing this scene, she shook her head helplessly: "Stop arguing, you two. If you have the energy, hurry up and light the charcoal, otherwise we won't be eating BBQ tonight."

klein threw the fan aside and directly emitted high-temperature rays from his eyes to ignite the charcoal.

"Cool!" Peter watched from the side as klein's eyes glowed, clapping his hands repeatedly.

"See how awesome I am!" klein raised an eyebrow and looked at Peter.

"No way!" Peter quickly refused.

"What the hell! What good things are you thinking? Even if you wanted to see, I wouldn't show you!"

"I'm afraid I'll get sties if I look!"

"Your uncle, watch me burn through your little undies."

Mary Jane was washing vegetables nearby, occasionally smiling as she watched the two of them fool around.

"Can your family focus on the task at hand? Now that the charcoal is lit, hurry up and grill the meat."

"Coming, coming!" klein gave Peter a kick and let him off. He took the threaded skewers from Aunt Mei's hands and skillfully laid them out on the grill.

Heated by the high temperature of the charcoal fire, the sizzling sound of oil began to ring out.

Peter and Mary Jane had never seen such a display and gathered around curiously.

"This isn't quite like the BBQ we usually eat."

"Of course, this is the authentic taste of Chinese skewers." klein raised his eyebrows proudly, picked up a small jar nearby, and skillfully sprinkled cumin powder and chili flakes evenly over the meat skewers.

The spicy scent mixed with the unique aroma of cumin spices slowly rose, and Peter subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Soon, the first batch of skewers was ready. klein handed them over: "Try them, be careful, they're hot."

Peter blew on it and took a bite of the beef.

The outer skin was charred and fragrant, but the inside was tender and juicy. The rich meat aroma mixed with the scent of cumin and chili exploded in his mouth.

His eyes instantly widened: "Mmm! Delicious!"

Mary Jane also took a small bite, then nodded repeatedly. She took a breath from the spiciness but couldn't help taking another bite:

"This taste... is so unique, but so fragrant!"

Aunt Mei smilingly handed over chilled beers. The four of them sat down at the small table in the backyard, skewers in one hand and beer in the other.

"Comfortable!" klein gulped down a large mouthful of beer, narrowing his eyes with satisfaction.

"This is what life is supposed to be like. Surrounded by those idle people all day, my brains were about to be rattled out by the noise."

Aunt Mei moved the TV to the backyard and tuned it to a news channel, letting it serve as background noise.

The TV was rebroadcasting an awards ceremony. The winner of the 'Apex of the Year' award, Tony Stark, had not arrived at the scene, and instead, a military officer accepted it on his behalf.

Peter looked at the screen, a hint of envy unconsciously showing in his eyes as he murmured: "So prestigious, he doesn't even have to attend the awards ceremony in person... when will I be like him?"

klein was stripping a skewer and, hearing this, gave him a side-eye, asking indistinctly: "Like him in what way? Like being that rich, or like changing girlfriends that frequently?"

"Pfft!" Peter was fiercely pinched on the tender flesh of his waist by Mary Jane.

The pain made him choke on his beer, his face instantly turning red. Seeing Mary Jane's wrong look, he hurriedly waved his hands, "I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Mary Jane glared at Peter and took her hand away from his waist.

klein chuckled, "Want to be rich? Simple, recognize me as your father and I'll give you half my inheritance. Want to learn how to change girlfriends like him? Then I'm out of luck; that depends on talent, and also on the kidneys."

"Klein!" Aunt Mei slapped him irritably, "Even eating can't shut your mouth!"

Peter blushed and defended himself in a low voice: "I didn't mean it like that... I just feel that he can stand in such a high place and be seen by everyone, it's very impressive."

klein picked up a beer bottle and clinked it with his, his tone casual yet hitting the nail on the head: "Strip off that skin-tight suit of yours, stand on a rooftop and shout a few times, and you'll be seen by everyone too. I guarantee you'll be even more prestigious than him. After all, you're a superhero."

Peter seemed to remember something and shuddered, shaking his head repeatedly with a lingering fear on his face:

"Better not... watching you being pestered by so many people, I think I definitely couldn't handle it. I'm fine just as I am now."

"Tsk, then what can be done?! Just bear with it!."

klein opened another bottle of beer and leaned lazily against the back of his chair, "People should know their own limits. If you're afraid of exposure, then don't envy his prestige. Who knows how much effort he puts in behind the scenes.

Sleeping with several women in one night is also very tiring. Come, let's have a drink. To Aunt Mei's chicken wings, the best in the world!"

"To the world's best chicken wings!" Mary Jane laughed and raised her drink.

"To peaceful days!" Peter also raised his beer.

Aunt Mei looked at the three of them fooling around, her eyes full of smiles, and also raised the glass in her hand.

klein gnawed on a chicken wing, narrowing his eyes at the sunset, calculating in his heart: the cost of materials for this BBQ, plus the drinks, he'd have to have the Red Queenorganize a bill later and send it to that Black Braised EggDirector for reimbursement.

A weekend team-building for a Level 6 S.H.I.E.L.D.Advisor, reasonable, right? Very reasonable.

And since Tony Stark has appeared, the Marvel plot is about to unfold.

The more people, the more lucky draws. The more lucky draws, the stronger the strength.

A positive cycle! Simply wonderful!