Who are you? Why did you let Hulk go? Also, why didn't you intervene earlier?"
Seeing the soldiers motionless, General Ross was annoyed. He walked up to Andrew and questioned him loudly.
Andrew glanced at General Ross disdainfully. General Ross screamed, spat blood, and fell backward.
Just a small curse. For a while, General Ross would keep spitting blood. He would get used to it after spitting and spitting.
General Ross suddenly collapsed. The soldiers instinctively raised their guns at Andrew. Andrew looked at them, and they put down their guns in terror. What a joke, this was the super boss who beat Hulk.
"Your general is not feeling well. Remember to take him to see a doctor."
Andrew snorted coldly and turned to walk towards the nearby building.
"Mr. Wang's temper is as fiery as ever."
Natasha had a headache. She thought for a moment and said to Professor Charles, "Professor, can you modify everyone's memories to exclude Mr. Wang from General Ross's spitting blood and fainting incident?"
"Unless necessary, I will not modify other people's memories. Besides, General Ross was spitting blood on his own; it had nothing to do with Mr. Wang."
Professor Charles refused. Although he possessed god-like power, he never abused it. He knew clearly that abusing power would only turn him into a devil.
Professor Charles's problem was precisely this: he was a saint, but how did that saying go? An honest official must be more cunning than a corrupt official.
"General Ross won't be so reasonable. Never mind, let Director Fury handle it."
Natasha shook her head. She didn't want to see a battle between Ghost Rider and the United States Military. If that happened, all of New York would be set ablaze.
At this moment, Andrew passed by Osborn. He glanced at Osborn and smiled, "Mr. Osborn, are you trying to learn from Iron Man?"
Osborn was a bit embarrassed. He took off his helmet and said, "No, I'm just experimenting with products. Mr. Wang, I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
"Just know a little bit of martial arts."
Andrew said. Osborn wanted to curse. You call that knowing a little bit of martial arts?
Osborn thought of something and quickly asked, "Mr. Wang, The Daily Bugle won't report today's events, will it?"
Andrew said, "Of course it will, but don't worry, I won't report the part about you."
"Thank you."
Osborn breathed a sigh of relief. He thought for a moment, pointed at the aircraft next to him, and said, "Mr. Wang, if you're interested, I can sell you an aircraft at cost price. Of course, it has no weapons."
Andrew glanced at the aircraft and refused, "No thanks, I'm not very interested in it. It's too environmentally unfriendly."
"Environmentally unfriendly?"
Osborn was stunned. Such a powerful aircraft, and you refuse it because it's environmentally unfriendly?
Andrew said no more and turned to leave. It was just an aircraft. With the Arc Reactor, Howard could make one in minutes.
More importantly, Osborn's aircraft was too ugly. His son Harry's Green Goblin glider would be more suitable.
"Doesn't know a good thing when he sees it."
Osborn looked displeased. He thought of something, called the cameraman over, but found that all the data in the camera had disappeared, which made him curse loudly.
Andrew returned to the building. Gwen walked over and said with dissatisfaction, "Why did you touch Spider-Man's head? Are you very familiar with her?"
Andrew couldn't help but smile and pinched Gwen's face. She was jealous of herself, this girl was really cute.
Gwen was a bit shy and angry. Just as she was about to say something, Andrew took her hand and said, "Let's go find Dr. Otto. I hope he wasn't scared."
Gwen immediately forgot what happened before and pulled Andrew to the academic building—she respected Dr. Otto very much. He was a man with ideals, always wanting to create infinite energy to make the world a better place.
Seeing Andrew leave, Natasha shook her head and handled the aftermath with the military. It was a complete mess; the United States Military was completely unreliable.
Half an hour later, in a certain cave, Hulk roared in pain, gradually transforming back into Dr. Banner. Then, Dr. Banner weakly collapsed to the ground.
Betty rushed up to hug Dr. Banner, comforting him, "Bruce, it's okay, it's okay."
Dr. Banner gave Betty a bitter smile. Then, the two leaned against each other in the cave, filled with confusion and despair about the future.
Just then, Dr. Banner's vision blurred, and he appeared on a floating platform. He was wondering when he saw Hulk standing next to him, scaring him into retreating repeatedly.
Hulk was also confused. At this moment, he saw Dr. Banner and immediately clenched his fists, ready to beat him up. Although he didn't know what was happening, he had long been annoyed with Dr. Banner.
"Stop first, don't rush."
Andrew, in his flame form, said. Hulk sensed the familiar aura, and deep fear flashed in his eyes. He obediently sat down where he was.
Seeing Hulk so obedient, Dr. Banner was a bit surprised. He swallowed and asked Andrew, "Who are you?"
"I am the Hell Demon King."
Andrew said, "Dr. Banner, I am here to make a deal with you. If you agree, you will be completely free from Hulk."
Hulk let out a low growl of dissatisfaction. Andrew glanced at him, and he immediately shut up.
"Hell Demon King? That's not scientific. Well, nothing here is scientific."
Dr. Banner thought for a moment and said, "What price do I need to pay to be completely rid of Hulk?"
"It's simple, your soul after death."
Andrew smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to sign a contract and give me your soul after death, I will separate you and Hulk. Then, you will be you, and Hulk will be Hulk."
"Separate?"
Dr. Banner glanced at Hulk, gritted his teeth, and said, "Can you completely destroy Hulk? If you can, I'm willing to give you my soul after death. Anyway, I'm definitely not going to heaven."
Hulk was furious upon hearing this and immediately lunged at Dr. Banner. Andrew waved his hand, and Hulk stopped in place, unable to move.
Then, Andrew said to Dr. Banner, "Dr. Banner, you still refuse to admit that Hulk is a part of you. I can destroy Hulk, but I won't do that because I want to invite Hulk to work for me.
Of course, if you're willing, I'd like to invite you too. You are, after all, a super genius, even if you don't have many research achievements."
"You don't have to say the second half of that sentence."
Dr. Banner felt a bit disheartened. He looked at Andrew and said, "I really want to get rid of Hulk, but I'm worried you'll use Hulk to do evil."
"Believe me, if I wanted to do evil, having Hulk or not makes no difference."
Andrew laughed. Banner hesitated, then said, "I can sign the contract, but it must include a clause that Hulk cannot be used to do evil."
"Add a qualifier: cannot use Hulk to do evil on a large scale, otherwise the scope is too broad."
Andrew said, "If I let Hulk walk down the street, that also counts as doing evil because it would scare many people."
Dr. Banner couldn't help but laugh. Hulk said angrily, "Hulk is very angry."
"Sign it!"
Andrew waved his hand, and a contract appeared in front of Dr. Banner. He read it carefully and pressed his handprint.