Stan's Pizza Shop.
Inside.
Old man Stan, the owner, cleared out a private space for Anton, Batman, and Banner. He had no intention of joining their conversation.
Out of trust in Batman, he believed Batman would definitely be able to solve the crisis Banner was facing.
After all, in the Daily Bugle's superhero voting event, he didn't hesitate for even a second before casting his vote for Batman.
"Tell me how you plan to help me—and what you want me to do for you."
Banner looked at the two men before him.
Even though he knew Batman wasn't an ordinary superhero, once he calmed the excitement inside him, he still felt some hesitation.
He thought for a moment, then asked, "You should know who the people chasing me are… right?"
"Air Force Lieutenant General Thaddeus Ross."
Batman spoke calmly. "You don't need to worry about Ross anymore. He can never threaten you again."
"What do you mean?"
Banner frowned, staring at the two of them. A shocking thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"He's dead. Died at an airfield in Brazil."
Anton supplemented Batman's words.
"Ross is dead?!"
Banner's eyes flew open in disbelief.
He looked dazed, muttering, "Ross… just like that, he's dead?"Then he snapped back to reality. "How did he die?"
"Ross died from his own stupidity."
Batman didn't speak—Anton spoke on his behalf, his tone calm.
"Dr. Banner, you haven't forgotten how you returned to the United States, have you?"
"Teleportation!"
Banner hesitated.
That scene was unforgettable for a lifetime.
Of course he wouldn't forget how he got back onto American soil.
Chased by the military, transformed into the Hulk, he bumped into a group of people by accident and was teleported to the U.S. by one of their devices.
Afterward, Banner—top-tier scientist—investigated and found that the device was very likely related to a recently emerging conceptual technology.
Psychic Transmission Technology!
Banner really hadn't expected that this era-defining, practically magical black technology had already become reality.
"Psychic Transmission Technology relies on a transmission device composed of three parts. Only when all three are combined can stable psychic transmission—or directional teleportation—be achieved."
Anton had long prepared his explanation.
"The device that teleported you away is one of the three. At the time, the group you ran into while transformed as the Hulk was the surviving remnant of the Bigfoot Gang. They were in the rainforest searching for the device. They weren't with the military."
"So I accidentally took one component of the Psychic Transmission device from them…" Banner murmured, realization dawning.
"Correct."
Anton nodded. "You have one fragment of the device on you. That's one of the reasons I came to find you."
He paused, then continued, "The Bigfoot Gang remnants possessed the other two pieces. After you escaped using the fragment, Ross found them. He captured them with tremendous effort and interrogated them, learning the secret behind the Psychic Transmission Device."
At this point, Anton looked at Banner and chuckled. "You should know Ross is a greedy man."
"Yes. He would never give up a technology like that."
Banner nodded in agreement.
Anton said, "Ross activated the Psychic Transmission Device as a test… and then an accident happened. The entire airfield was destroyed. Ross and his entire unit died without a single survivor."
"An accident?"
Banner frowned again, unable to understand.
His voice trembled slightly with shock. "What kind of accident could destroy a base—leaving no survivors?"
"Aliens."
Anton stated the astonishing fact.
"Do you really think Earth's current level of technology is capable of creating Psychic Transmission?"
"This—!"
Banner couldn't speak for a long moment.
Anton's explanation was like a giant hammer slamming into his skull, leaving his brain buzzing.
As a scientist, the explanation—almost breaking out of the boundaries of science—was extremely hard to accept immediately.
It was too far-fetched!
Aliens?
So psychic transmission was actually alien technology?
"You'll come to believe it."
Anton said, "But the key right now isn't the aliens—it's you, Banner."
"Me?"
"Ross's death, the army's destruction—who do you think the military will pin it on?"
Anton shrugged. "The airbase was annihilated. The aliens left nothing—no trace, no evidence of the truth. So who will the military suspect? A mysterious alien force they can't confirm? Or you—already hunted by Ross and an enormous threat?"
Banner's face twitched.
He instantly understood that Anton was stating the truth.
The military would never consider aliens. They would assume he, as the Hulk, wiped out the base and killed Ross and the soldiers.
He had now completely provoked the U.S. military.
The death of a lieutenant general was not the same as that of an ordinary soldier—not even a group of them.
Not to mention Ross was one of the few with real power.
The death of such a figure was like a slap across the U.S. military's face.
They would not let him go.
He could already foresee it—the hunt would intensify. His future life would become even more chaotic and dangerous.
"You wouldn't be telling me all this just to mock me… right?"
Banner took a deep breath, eyes burning as he stared at Anton and Batman.
"You must have a way!"
He sounded extremely certain.
"Yes."
Anton smiled, pleased Banner calmed down so quickly.
"It's simple. If they refuse to believe aliens killed Ross, then we'll make aliens appear before them as an undeniable fact."
"The key is… the Psychic Transmission Device!"
Banner's eyes lit up—he faintly grasped Anton's intention.
"As long as we recreate what Ross experienced, people will naturally believe. And you—Bruce Banner—can clear your name, even shed the label of fugitive."
Anton nodded, his tone meaningful.
"But once the truth comes out, you'll need to find someone powerful enough to make the military bow their heads—or at least acknowledge your identity. Otherwise, even if you're innocent, your value alone won't be enough for the military to admit they were wrong."
"You mean…?"
Banner looked intensely at Anton and Batman.
This time, most of his gaze was fixed on the latter.
Batman had appeared out of nowhere.Mysterious.And mystery often meant power.
"I can help you."
Batman finally spoke again.
"Banner, I'm assembling a team of superheroes. Whether or not you choose to join, I will find a way to restore your freedom. And I have a request… Your mind is brilliant. Someone needs your help."
"No need to say more. I agree!"
Banner replied without hesitation.
To him, he had finally found a reliable life-saving rope—and of course wouldn't act hesitant or cautious.
Anton smiled.
Now… they just needed a suitable scapegoat to make the military accept the fact that Ross died at the hands of aliens.
And Anton already had a nearly perfect plan.
—
Two days later.
After a difficult journey back via High Table channels, Phil arrived at the Brooklyn docks—only to be easily arrested by George and the NYPD Special Task Force.
The two people who were supposed to be with Phil—Stockman and the kunoichi Karai—were nowhere to be found.
The gear found on Phil resembled the Green Goblin's equipment, which excited George Stacy greatly.
Finally—a lead on the Green Goblin!
Once Oscorp got the news, its current head, Harry Osborn, would definitely provide the police with generous "support."
The four turtles cried tears of joy.
Since joining the task force, this was the first time their work extended beyond cleaning duty—they had actually completed a real mission!
Of course, they couldn't have known the entire scene was orchestrated by Anton.
Luckily, because the Ninja Turtles' interactions with Anton happened while Phil was busy familiarizing himself with the equipment, they had never met. Otherwise, the act wouldn't have worked—and their reactions wouldn't have been so genuine.
But just as the task force was celebrating, S.H.I.E.L.D. appeared.
A fleet of black vehicles surrounded the docks.
Nick Fury, leading a large number of agents, walked up with such an imposing aura that he looked like a villain.
Fury's expression was stern, unquestionable.
"Director George, hand the suspect over to us. This case falls under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction."
Instantly, every member of the NYPD task force glared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
Last time, Tony Stark was handed over to them.Now they wanted this one too.
Was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s specialty stealing cases from them?
George was furious.
But soon, a call from New York City Hall forced him to hand Phil over.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents left with Phil.
George snorted coldly as he watched the vehicles drive away.
"Chief… we're just letting them take him?" Michelangelo swung his nunchucks angrily, fanning George's irritation. "This is too much! Aren't they supposed to handle only high-level classified cases? Why do they get everything?!"
"Don't be impatient."
George suddenly calmed down—and smiled.
For the NYPD, arresting Bigfoot Gang remnants at Brooklyn docks was already a major accomplishment.
Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. had taken the case away, what followed had nothing to do with them.
They'd already secured a small win. George was only upset about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attitude—and how they repeatedly stole credit from the NYPD.
Besides, based on hints from his source—the Daily Bugle's editor-in-chief, Eddie—George understood that this matter was extremely serious.
If the NYPD got dragged deeper into it, they would suffer greatly and might not escape unscathed.
"Let go when it's time to let go."
George recalled Eddie's warning and realized Eddie might've predicted this outcome.
Which meant—S.H.I.E.L.D. taking the Bigfoot remnants away might actually be a good thing.
—
Elsewhere.
Nick Fury brought Phil to a S.H.I.E.L.D. safehouse in Midtown Manhattan.
Phil was locked inside a temporary room.
Agents were stationed outside.
Wrapped tight—not even a fly could get in.
After stepping out of the car, Fury didn't rush to interrogate Phil. Instead, his gaze lingered on Phil's equipment, deep in thought.
"Ross died of his own stupidity. He brought the aliens upon himself."
Fury narrowed his eyes—recalling Anton's warning.
Aliens.
Ross and his entire unit were killed by an alien attack.
The information had shaken Fury.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had monitored the world for years—yet never imagined something like this would happen.
A high-ranking military officer, killed by aliens?
Fury doubted the intel—but also knew Batman had no reason to deceive him.
Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. held immense value for Batman.
As a bridge to the U.N. Security Council, S.H.I.E.L.D. could legitimize the Justice League's existence.
Fury understood—this was what Batman wanted at the moment.
Anton's reminder was Batman extending goodwill.
S.H.I.E.L.D. could gain political leverage and practical benefits from this.
After all, news of Ross's death and the destruction of the base had spread for barely two days—and already the U.S. military was in uproar. Many high-ranking officers were furious.
In just two days, countless meetings had been held.
Ross was at their level—none could be said to be more important.
They were all important.
Ross died.Did that mean they could die too?
Yet with the base in ruins, there was no evidence explaining the cause.
Exactly as Anton predicted—Banner became the prime suspect.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent people to investigate as usual, but like the military, found nothing.
Originally, Fury didn't care much.It was the military's problem.
But after Batman's reminder, he suddenly realized—
S.H.I.E.L.D. had enormous room to maneuver behind the scenes.
—
Inside the room.
Natasha opened the door where Phil was being held.
"Phil, long time no see!"
She looked at her somewhat familiar former colleague, surprised he was also a member of the Justice League.
She smiled. "Don't worry. We know you're innocent. But you can't leave yet—we have questions to ask before we can release you."
"Natasha?"
Phil stared in shock.
Don't forget—when Natasha worked as Anton's personal assistant, she accompanied him to the Daily Bugle many times.
DC Studios and the Daily Bugle were separated by only one floor.
Although Phil had been sent undercover shortly after Natasha joined, they weren't strangers.
"You—you—you… why are you here?"
Phil was stunned, then suddenly connected the dots.
"You're undercover too?!"
"Undercover?"
Natasha was startled—then she laughed.
"Well… you could say that."
Then her expression turned serious.
"We'll get straight to the point, Phil. What on earth happened? How did Batman know Ross and the military died because of aliens?In Brazil…what exactly did you experience?"
"All of this… started with the Bigfoot Gang."
Phil sank into thought, recalling Anton's instructions.He unleashed all his acting skills and began explaining with passionate detail.
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