The wind tonight seems a bit boisterous."
Thousands of pink long blades dissipated, re-coalescing into Senbonzakura.
Mike said something of unclear meaning.
On the ground was a large, conical pit, over 10 meters deep.
At the bottom of the pit lay Bruce Banner, who had reverted to his human form.
"Oh my God, Bruce, Bruce, wake up…" Betty rushed into the pit, shaking Banner's shoulders, oblivious to everything else.
Mike: "He's not dead, just fainted, but if you keep shaking him, you really will shake him to death. Ms. Ross, can you please calm down?"
Betty: "…"
She finally calmed down, sobbing as she checked Banner's vital signs.
Banner was covered in bloody wounds, looking miserable, but they were only superficial, and his breathing was steady, his heartbeat strong.
To say he fainted, it was more like a deep sleep.
"This is incredible." Stark landed, removing his faceplate.
"Don't praise me, it's standard procedure."
Stark squinted: "Who's praising you? I was talking about the green-skinned monster, it's incredible. Under such an attack, he didn't turn into a pile of minced meat."
"Hmm." Mike nodded.
Hulk's skin could no longer be described as simply "tough."
Stark said: "You might not believe it, but the green-skinned monster kept getting stronger, jumping higher and higher. He scared me several times and made me break out in a cold sweat. Also—according to the detection instruments, his skin seems capable of absorbing some impact energy in an unknown way, indirectly weakening attacks, especially from thermal weapons. Further research is needed. However, the big green guy doesn't seem like the type to cooperate willingly."
Stark and Mike's gazes simultaneously fell on Betty.
If Betty were threatened, Hulk might cooperate. But neither Stark nor Mike were that kind of person.
Mike: "Alright, you go rescue him first."
Stark: "Why don't you go rescue him?"
Mike chuckled: "You're the superhero, I'm not. This is your scene. Besides… I really don't want to carry a man in a bridal carry."
Imagining the scene, Stark shivered, shaking his head and saying: "You make it sound like I want to. Let the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents handle it. Iron Man is off duty."
He then followed Mike, and seeing Mike walk towards Gebang Academy, Stark couldn't help but say: "Hey, aren't you going back?"
Under the glass window of a nearby building, two students were squatting.
One was a chubby boy with a slicked-back hairstyle.
The other was a tall, thin boy with curly hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses.
They exuded an "otaku" aura.
The chubby boy held a phone, with a live-streaming app open, dense with bullet comments and various paid gifts flying across the screen.
"Brothers, did you see that, did you see that? I can't believe my eyes. Oh my God, am I still dreaming, or did I come to the wrong set? Iron Man! Should I go ask for an autograph? And that masked man, is he Iron Man's partner? So cool! Friends who haven't followed yet, please hit that follow button."
The chubby boy and the curly-haired boy were students at Gebang Academy, and also small streamers with three-digit follower counts.
Some people will do anything for fame. They took advantage of the Military's oversight, sneaked in, and risked their lives to live stream.
In a short time, their follower count soared to six digits, and it was still skyrocketing like a Rocket.
The chubby boy's legs weren't trembling; the fear in his heart was squeezed into some unknown corner by excitement.
"Brothers, we seem to have been discovered. The masked man and Iron Man are walking this way. What should I do? Is my hairstyle still okay? Sorry, I'm too excited…"
The chubby boy and the curly-haired boy stood up from their semi-squatting position, almost losing their balance. They had squatted for too long, and their legs were numb.
At this point, the two were no longer afraid. The "monster" had been defeated, leaving only the superheroes. What could superheroes do to ordinary people? And they were live-streaming.
They were emboldened.
Mike said to Stark: "I can't do anything about these two. I can't just chop them up, right? At most, I can make them lose bladder and bowel control. I'll leave it to you."
Stark: "…You have some misunderstanding about 'can't do anything'? I'm just a rich genius, what can I do? At most, I can jail them for half a year or ten years on charges of leaking Military secrets."
The originally jovial live-streaming duo immediately stood ramrod straight, clenching their sphincters.
Oh my, one was more ruthless than the other.
Stark stepped forward and looked at the phone screen: "Live stream?"
"Yes." The two were as docile as little bunnies.
Stark: "Can I say hello to my fans?"
Mike: "Have you no shame? Everyone watching the live stream is your fan."
The chubby boy was quick-witted and said to the camera: "Iron Man fans, type '1'."
The screen was filled with "1"s.
"Hahaha." Stark laughed heartily, "Jarvis, help me send a Rocket as a gift."
"Yes, sir." Jarvis immediately found their live-streaming website and registered an ID named "Iron Man Himself."
A Banner was displayed across the entire platform. The number of viewers in the live stream soared again.
Seeing Stark's approachable demeanor, the chubby boy became bolder and said: "Mr. Stark, how about you say hello to the audience in the live stream?"
Stark happily struck a pose: "Hello everyone, I am Iron Man."
Mike: "That's enough."
Stark: "You're just jealous of my popularity, aren't you?"
Mike: "…"
As long as you're happy.
Mike and Stark only came to check. The World did not deal with the two on the spot, telling them to leave quickly, and the follow-up was handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
The final outcome was inconsequential, but it opened a new door and a wealth code for these two. From then on, the two focused on live-streaming battles between superheroes and supervillains. While others avoided it, they rushed forward amidst explosions. Fame and money poured in, and the two unknowns from school reached the pinnacle of their lives. Until one time they attracted the attention of a supervillain, who casually smashed them into human meat patties.
Banner was eventually carried onto a stretcher by S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, put into an ambulance, and sent to Stark Tower.
In the basement of Stark Tower, Stark had specially built a unique prison to confine Hulk. The outer walls were thicker than a bank vault, made of alloy metal, while the inner walls were covered with thick, special rubber, extremely hammer-resistant.
"I have a private call." Before entering Stark Tower, Mike's phone rang.
Fat Jerry.
Mike got out of the car, pressed the answer button: "Fat Jerry, what is it?"
Fat Jerry: "Can't I just call you to chat?"
Mike: "No, so what is it exactly?"
Fat Jerry: "Damn it, how heartless! Vampires are popping up in New York again, do you want the intel?"
Mike: "Yes, send it to my email."
Fat Jerry: "Sent. Remember to transfer the money."
He knew these Vampires couldn't stay hidden forever; they would show their faces again one day.
If they show their faces, then he would cut them off.
A cold sneer flashed across Mike's face.
Originally, his impression of Vampires was extremely poor. They even dared to hire Bullseye to kill him, which led to a lot of trouble, although there was a billion U.S. dollars to soothe his wounded soul.
But that didn't mean the matter was over.
At this moment, the Agent responsible for driving hurried down.
Mike remembered that Fury seemed to always refer to him by a codename.
Agent 43.