I Am In Marvel

The United States, the second military base.

The large transport fighter plane slowly landed at the airport. The military ambulance that received the notification was already waiting by the side. After the deck of the aircraft cabin was opened down, the medical staff quickly swarmed up and carried the seriously injured and comatose Amibu on the medical flat frame. .

General Ross came to the edge of the deck, said hello to the officer who came to pick up the plane at the base, turned back and urged the armed soldiers in the cabin, "Is it not enough?"

As soon as the words fell, with the sound of a dull bone crack, an armed soldier flew out a few meters in a parabolic trajectory from the hall in the cabin, and fell heavily on the steel floor.

"General. We...really can't do it..." The armed soldier coughed blood and responded, and was picked up by the medical staff at the base, lying on the medical flat rack and carried away in embarrassment.

But it was Kyle who was still asleep in the military vehicle. The armed soldiers wanted to remove him from the car, but just opened the door and hadn't approached. Kyle's subconscious instinct prompted him to raise his hand and make a simple way to drive away flies. action.

You know, the current Kyle is only weaker than the Hulk.

His casual slap contains at least tons of impact, how can ordinary people's bodies be able to withstand it.

As a result, the several armed soldiers who accompanied this mission did not fall into the hands of the Hulk, but finally fell into the hands of the sleeping Kyle.

"This..." General Ross looked at the military vehicle parked in the engine room hall, not knowing what to do for a while.

This is a symbol of peace, and it can't be left on a fighter plane or military vehicle, right?

Just when General Ross was worried, a beautiful black figure, stepping on high heels, approached the fighter plane from the outside airport.

Most of the soldiers passing by were absent-minded and did not intend to stop them. Some soldiers wanted to step forward to stop them, but soon stopped under the obstruction of the air wall.

General Ross looked surprised, looking at the oriental beauty in a professional suit, and at the same time feeling amazed, he was keenly aware of the vague sense of danger on her body, and could not help but ask solemnly: "Who are you?"

"People from the Carl family, the non-natural office." Yutong smiled slightly, handed out a black and gold business card that looked like a card, and pointed at the military vehicle where Kyle was with her slender white fingers.

"I'm here to pick up our master."

California, outside the visa checkpoint.

After a series of thrilling camouflage clearances, Bruce Banner with a tattered and outdated shirt, a pair of loose pants on his lower body, messy hair and a peaked cap, finally stood on the land of his long-lost hometown.

It took four years to escape the military's pursuit order. If it wasn't for the military raid on his door this time, forcing him to return home by mistake, I am afraid that he would never return to this country in his lifetime.

Bruce lowered the brim of his hat, hiding his vicissitudes of life in the shadows, carefully avoiding the noisy crowd, walking on the street like a homeless man.

He walked aimlessly for a while, raised his head in shock, and found himself subconsciously coming to the main entrance of a university.

Culver University.

Here is where Bruce's fortunes turned.

Four years ago, from here, from the peak of his career and love, he fell into the boundless trough of accident escape monster criminals.

Birds and flowers are fragrant at the entrance of the university, the fountain is shining golden in the sun, young boys and girls are frolic on the lawn, and the aisles are full of students and teachers in formal suits.

Bruce hid in the shade of the aisle for fear of being recognized by acquaintances.

As if being teased by God, a female teacher with fluttering long hair and a plump figure just happened to walk out of the main entrance of the school, holding a man in a suit and leather shoes with both hands affectionately, passing by the aisle talking and laughing.

That was his former girlfriend, Eliza Taylor, daughter of General Ross.

Bruce sighed in his heart and was about to turn to leave when a gust of wind blew, and a promotional poster fell on his hand.

'Unnatural office'

Six unheard big characters came into view, Bruce frowned slightly, and moved his eyes down to read:

Have you woken up and mastered the physical power beyond ordinary people?

Have you ever been bitten by an animal and acquired the racial talent of the corresponding animal?

Have you ever had an unstoppable mutation in your body due to an accidental change in radiation exposure, thus awakening superpowers that you can't even control yourself?

The supernatural office is dedicated to dealing with unnatural events, and is willing to help you, Mr. and Mrs., please call the hotline 0001 for details.

"What company is this?"

After reading the above introduction, Bruce opened his eyes in surprise. This company is just for people like him.

But four years ago, let alone its existence, I had never even heard of the company's name.

"is that a lie……"

Bruce whispered, flipped back casually, his eyes widened again in shock, but behind the firm's promotional posters, there were numerous authoritative certifications.

The United Nations Association, the U.S. military, the U.S. CIA, the Homeland Strategy Bureau...

"This is still a private company? What's the background?"

Bruce choked, swallowed his saliva, and stared blankly for a while.

What happened during his absence in the United States? !

New York, the second military base, medical emergency room.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the military doctor turned around to see General Ross, and hurriedly stood up to salute, "General Ross!"

"How's Amebu?" General Ross looked solemn, looking through the glass window of the emergency room, looking at the naked man lying on the equipment on the platform, full of infusion tubes.

"I'm still in a severe coma, with multiple comminuted fractures all over the body. Even if I can wake up and not be in a vegetative state, I can only spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair." The military doctor didn't hide anything, and shook his head regretfully.

When General Ross heard the words, he was silent for a moment, and then he made a decision and said, "Give him a try on that potion."

"That potion?" The military doctor was stunned for a while, but quickly understood, and said with incredible hesitation: "But if it fails, Amibu probably will never wake up."

"Try it." General Ross said in a deep voice, "A man like him with such a strong desire to win and self-confidence wakes up and finds that he has become disabled for life. I guess he would like to commit suicide. It is better to give him a chance now."

"Okay, I understand. I'll prepare now!" The military doctor nodded and ran to the medicine storage room.

"It's up to you, I'll give you a chance to get close to that man!" General Ross muttered to himself, looking at the unconscious Amibu.

Many years ago, he single-handedly facilitated and restarted the super soldier program during World War II.

Today, the super soldier serum has been produced, but the strong repulsion is still unable to popularize soldiers, and it is still in the clinical trial stage.

If Amebu can usher in a transformation from the desperate situation and become a new generation of super soldiers, maybe he will be a hero born in the army again, and touch the realm of strength as a symbol of peace!

Since General Ross was in Brazil and saw Kyle suppress the Hulk, this idea has become stronger and stronger.