As Bronski pulled the trigger, three bullets were fired in succession, flying towards Mike.
Good heavens, they were all aimed at vital points.
However, the closer the bullets got to Mike, the slower they became, as if the space between the muzzle and Mike was filled with a viscous, transparent liquid, creating enormous resistance.
Finally, the three bullets hovered in front of Mike.
Bronski's eyes were filled with shock.
He craved power.
Others called Hulk a monster, but he yearned to possess the Hulk's strength.
Between an ordinary person and a powerful monster, Bronski undoubtedly chose the latter. Therefore, he did not hesitate to risk injecting the unstable Super Soldier Serum.
He felt that he had become stronger.
In fact, he did become stronger.
But this strength was mercilessly crushed during the capture of Hulk at Culver University. Bronski was severely injured, an injury that would have made an ordinary person immediately give up. It was the Super Soldier Serum that allowed him to recover at an almost "miraculous" speed. However, Bronski knew very well—
Not strong enough.
Far from enough.
He needed to become stronger.
So when his teammates pursued Hulk, he did not follow, but continued to the laboratory. He was thinking, perhaps there was something here that could make him as strong as Hulk.
Then, Bronski saw another kind of power.
Mike pinched one of the bullets with his thumb and middle finger.
And flicked it away.
Bronski was indeed an excellent soldier. In a critical moment, he suddenly twisted his body to the side, displaying astonishing explosive power.
The bullet hit his shoulder and passed right through.
Bronski took the opportunity to roll, hiding behind a shelf.
Mike repeated what Bronski had said to Hulk at Culver University: "Injected with the Super Soldier Serum, and that's it? Is that all you've got?"
After saying that, Bronski was kicked flying by the Big-Footed Hulk and splattered like mud onto a tree trunk.
Mike picked up the other two bullets and pinched them.
He flicked them out consecutively.
One bullet struck the steel frame in front of Bronski, ricocheted, and flew towards Bronski.
Bronski, relying on his explosive power, dodged again, but the other bullet seemed to have anticipated his movement.
Pfft!
The bullet shot into his throat.
Bronski clutched his throat, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Damn it! I almost forgot about the time bomb." Mike suddenly cursed, grabbing Betty with one hand and Dr. Stern with the other. He jumped down from the building.
Boom!
Mike, dragging the two, hadn't run far when a "boom" sounded behind him.
What a magnificent firework.
Dr. Stern slumped to the ground, teary-eyed: "My laboratory…"
Mike said, "Although I blew up your laboratory, you should actually thank me. You don't understand, do you?"
Dr. Stern nodded.
It's good that he didn't understand. If not for Mike, Dr. Stern would have accidentally been infected with Hulk's blood and turned into the supervillain Abomination.
Mike handed Betty a business card.
Betty took the card. The front had Mike's name and contact information, while the back listed a seemingly very unreliable range of services.
Betty's heart was worried about Banner. She put the business card in her pocket, said "Thank you," and hurried out of the academy.
In fact, Hulk hadn't gone too far. He was being led around by Stark and surrounded by soldiers.
Mike turned his head and happened to see Stark being struck down by Hulk with a lamppost. Originally, Stark could have dodged, but if he did, the American soldiers behind him would definitely be smashed into pulp.
Clang!
Stark crashed to the ground, the concrete pavement cracking like a spiderweb.
Why does it feel like "as soon as I walked in, I saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu"?
It looked painful, yet Mike uncharitably curled his lips.
Stark's head was buzzing, and he saw stars.
He felt like throwing up.
He was very glad he used Vibranium, which was not only sturdy but also capable of cushioning and absorbing impact.
"Jarvis, report damaged parts." Stark winced in pain.
"Shoulder missile launcher destroyed, shoulder shock cannon malfunctioning, power system approximately 30% damaged. Based on vital sign monitoring data, sir, you currently have a moderate concussion, extensive capillary necrosis in the shoulder, and muscle damage. Prompt treatment is required," Jarvis replied.
"Are you sure?" Stark gasped. "With only these injuries, why do I feel like I'm about to die from the pain?"
Jarvis: "It might be a hallucination caused by the moderate concussion." He paused, "Or it could be that your pain tolerance is low, meaning you're quite a sissy."
Stark: "…Shut up, I want to be alone."
Hulk had no mercy. Seeing the annoying fly swatted down, he raised the lamppost again, ready to smash the fly to smithereens.
"Fire!" General Ross commanded with a grim face.
Bullets poured down on Hulk like rain.
They couldn't hurt Hulk, but they diverted his attention.
The unmoving Iron Man Suit's foot and palm thrusters suddenly activated simultaneously, propelling Stark in a rapid, ground-level sideway movement, away from Hulk.
"Whew~" Stark exhaled, seeing Mike not far away. "Aren't you going to help, you bastard? Do you want to kill me?!"
But Mike turned around, staring at the laboratory direction.
The laboratory fire blazed fiercely after the explosion.
Mike took Senbonzakura from his space.
A huge concrete slab flew out of the flames, whistling through the air.
Next to him was Dr. Stern, and not far behind were ordinary soldiers.
Mike could only choose to chop the concrete slab into several pieces.
The commotion here attracted the attention of the American soldiers.
"Who's there?!" Several soldiers pointed their guns at Mike.
Mike ignored them. A giant monster walked out of the fire.
"Two Hulks!" The soldiers were almost crying.
Saying "two Hulks" wasn't entirely accurate.
The monster that emerged from the fire was two meters tall, shorter than Hulk, with brown skin, and unlike Hulk, it wasn't all muscle. It looked more like thin muscles covering a massive skeleton.
The protruding bone spikes on its back were particularly hideous.
"The inertia of this World is truly great," Mike sighed.
A bullet hit Bronski's throat, but his body, strengthened by the Super Soldier Serum, did not die immediately.
Then the laboratory exploded.
During the explosion, a bag of Hulk's blood accidentally spilled onto the wound on Bronski's neck.
Abomination was born again.
"I'm going to kill you!" At this moment, Abomination's eyes only saw Mike, not even his old buddy Hulk.
"Let's see you try," Mike sneered.
At this, even without orders, the guns pointed at Mike knew to turn and aim at Abomination.
In terms of appearance, Abomination was a living, breathing villain.
"What exactly is going on?" Fury's voice came through the communicator.
"I'd like to know too," Stark echoed.
"Uh, how would I know…" Mike feigned innocence.
Strictly speaking, Mike wasn't to blame for this.
It was the fault of the Great Universe Will.
Coincidence!
Yes, that's it.
"Director, what should we do?" Black Widow lay on the rooftop, with a huge anti-material sniper rifle in front of her. The gun contained an armor-piercing tranquilizer dart, hastily manufactured for the capture of Hulk, and there was only one. It was originally the trump card and backup plan for capturing Hulk.
"Wait a little longer," Fury mused.