Harlem.
A street full of ruins.
A demon that vanished into thin air.
Banner froze in place, the scattered clues in his mind instantly forming a closed loop at this moment.
That was the source of him hiding for the past six months, even being driven to a dead end!
The culprit who ignited everything in Harlem, then dumped all the mess and the Military's wrath onto the Hulk...
Banner suddenly looked up, staring at Reze.
At this moment, Reze was staring at Fury with a look of astonishment.
Oh?
This old man dares to speak to me like that?
Who gave him the courage?
Even if he's affected by the Mind Stone, he's a bit too bold.
If Makima that bitch didn't want this broken toy ship, do you believe I'd blow this mothership to smithereens?
Reze slowly turned her head, her cyan-green eyes meeting Fury's single eye expressionlessly.
Then, in Fury's line of sight, Reze's lips curved into a sweet yet chilling smile.
She took a step forward, her fair finger hooking the pull tab of the collar around her neck, and tugged it out without hesitation.
Fury's pupils constricted sharply.
"Click."
Boom—!!!
Blazing, furious flames instantly engulfed the entire laboratory!
Amidst the deafening explosion, Fury felt his vision instantly filled with crimson, his body torn apart by the terrifying Impact.
Dismembered limbs, accompanied by warm internal organs and blood, splattered like a downpour onto the Mind Stone on the experimental table.
The entire mothership was instantly transformed into an endless sea of fire!
"Hiss—!"
Fury gasped sharply, his single eye suddenly wide, his body instinctively recoiling.
His vision refocused.
No explosion, no flames, no splattering blood.
The laboratory was still intact; everything had only happened in his brain, which was wildly pre-alerting him to danger.
Only then did Fury, who had been madly ranting earlier due to being worked up, feel his battle-hardened heart begin to pound violently.
He finally fully recovered, suddenly remembering that the docile and cute little girl in a McDonalds uniform before him was not some ordinary girl he could scold casually!
Nor was she a kind hero like Tony and Steve, who wouldn't betray humanity's side even after he pressured them for a long time.
This was a bomb demon who could level an entire street in Harlem just for fun!
This sister, like a Bomb, would really explode if pressured!
In reality, Reze stood her ground, unyielding.
She crossed her arms, tilted her purple-haired head, and stared directly at Nick Fury's dark face.
Reze snorted unhappily in her heart, then her red lips parted slightly: "I didn't hear you clearly just now, can you say it again?"
A bead of cold sweat, as big as a bean, slid down Fury's bald head, flowing past the edge of his eye patch.
"villainess value +39"
Fury, affected by the Mind Stone, was thus freed from its control by a single sentence from Reze.
Then, under Reze's subtle gaze, this Agent head, who had always remained unfazed in the face of collapsing mountains, awkwardly turned his face away, averted his gaze, pretended to cough, and began to study the... on the table.
There was nothing on the table.
He could only pretend nothing had happened...
Just now?
Just now... my second personality was talking nonsense... don't mind it...
Cough cough...
On the other side, Banner's voice trembled with anger, and a dangerous fluorescent green spread wildly in the depths of his pupils at a visible speed, "That day in Harlem... the woman who blew up that street and framed the Hulk... was that you?!"
"Wait, Banner, calm down, take a deep breath!"
Natasha sensed the danger, instinctively shielding Reze protectively, but when she saw the increasingly bright green light in Banner's eyes and the gradually bulging veins, this top Agent was also frightened and instinctively took two steps back.
"Dr.!" Hawkeye immediately reached for the quiver on his back, striking a stern pose.
Reze turned her head at the sound, and seeing the agitated Banner, she also frowned, her hand unconsciously tugging lightly at the pull tab of the collar around her neck.
On the other side of the room, Steve and Tony were arguing fiercely, completely unaware of the danger brewing elsewhere.
"You're just an egomaniac hiding in an iron shell!" Steve pressed on, "Take off that suit, what are you?!"
"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." Tony retorted, raising his chin without showing weakness, then glanced at Reze, who was watching the show, and added very naturally, "And... a father."
Instead, Fury, who had sobered up a bit after being glared at by Reze, was stunned.
What's going on?
When did this playboy have a child?
Is Pepper Potts pregnant?
How did S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network not catch a whiff of this?!
Immediately after, he realized the chaotic situation around him, and his previous wild words made cold sweat trickle down Fury's forehead.
Oh no, it seems the Avengers will break up before they even start...
Should I try Agent Makima's plan?
Fury was already thinking of a way out...
Steve naturally didn't care about Tony's messy gossip. He sneered coldly, his face filled with disappointment: "I know many ordinary people who are ten times better than you. People like you only care about yourselves; you don't understand sacrifice at all. You would never lie on barbed wire to let your comrades climb over."
Tony scoffed at this old-fashioned, self-aggrandizing Military ideology: "If it were me, I'd just cut the barbed wire."
"Heh, you always have all sorts of self-important little cleverness..." Steve's eyes grew colder, "Stop playing the hero, Stark."
Although these two appeared to be of similar age, their core values were separated by an entire era.
"Hero? Someone like you?"
Tony mercilessly tore open Steve's deepest wound: "You're just an experiment, Rogers. Without the serum, you're nothing."
This sentence thoroughly enraged Steve.
The two were now like Thugs from Brooklyn about to brawl, their noses almost touching, neither giving an inch.
"Is that so?" Steve gritted his teeth, "Put on your armor, let's go out and fight a few rounds right now?"
In this almost explosive powder keg, only Makima remained aloof, standing quietly in the Shadow.
Su Modie, on the other hand, watched the drama unfold, thoroughly enjoying her potato chips.
Watching these glamorous superheroes mercilessly expose each other's pasts and argue like drunken villagers and shrewish women was truly spectacular.
Since she already knew the original plot's direction, Su Modie naturally had no time to mediate the internal conflicts of these Avengers.
After all, they were Villainess, not the Village Neighborhood Committee...
Given the current situation between the Avengers and Loki, even without their intervention, the Avengers would most likely successfully deal with Loki. Su Modie's current goal was simple: let the Villainess fish in troubled waters, secretly gain some benefits, and accumulate villainess value and simulation value.
Su Modie was also happy to watch the show.
However, watching the drama aside, business was still important.
After all, she couldn't really let the Hulk transform and fight Reze again, at least not now, it wasn't the right time...
Makima gazed at the Mind Stone in the center of the experimental table.
Clearly, Makima and Su Modie in her mind both knew very well that this absurd and ridiculous argument and infighting wasn't just due to personality clashes; it was the Mind Stone at work. This thing could not only forcibly brainwash but also subtly amplify the negative emotions in the hearts of those close to it.
Loki was also deeply affected; although he wasn't a good person to begin with, after being influenced, he became the worst of the worst...
While they argued, Makima could perfectly use the excuse of "suspecting the scepter is affecting their minds" to legitimately step forward and handle the Mind Stone more appropriately, in other words...
It's mine!
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