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Chapter 41

The General has always looked down on the scrawny but wise Banner for living up to his own expectations of true manliness.

To make matters worse, Banner and Betty have been clashing before, and Ross wants her to marry an officer.

But during the period when Banner was killed, she introduced many young military officers to Betty...but she actually chose a fucking psychiatrist!
The same is not manly as General Ross said.

But now, Banner turned into Hulk and saved his daughter twice...

I, Thaddeus Elizabeth Ross! Known as General Thunderbolt!
Will never approve of you, Bruce Banner.

He's not even as good as that psychiatrist.

Of course, if the daughter changes her mind and likes an outstanding officer.

What?The psychiatrist? Where did he come from?

Why is General Ross still in the mood to think about this after his defeat?
Aren't you afraid of being blamed and resigning?
Of course not afraid, he already has a super soldier serum, although it may not be as good as Captain America, it may continue to be developed in the future.

But the stats before Bronski turned into an abomination have already been recorded.

And hate, who said I made that guy?
In the end, there are cyber fighters! Although they can't beat the abomination, they are controllable and have strong firepower. If they can't beat Iron Man, they will form a team, a company, a regiment, and a division...

Of course, cyber warriors still have the potential to continue research, and it is impossible to manufacture them on a large scale at this stage.

The three projects of his Gamma base are here, not to mention tearing down a few streets, even if a small town is leveled, someone will rush to exonerate him.

John Wiersher looked at the news report and heaved a sigh of relief. What is the butterfly effect?There is no difference at all?

It seems that I can be a little more sloppy, why don't I go to New Mexico to crush Brother Hammer's Meow Hammer?
Ever since I got Hela's Hand of Glory, I've been thinking about Brother Hammer's hammer...

Is this normal?

Speaking of it, Hela's Hand of Glory is not an enhancement of the physique series, but a derivative ability of advanced magic manipulation...

Hela is a mage with two swords?
Loki is a mage with two swords?
Thor is a mage with a hammer?
The mages in Asgard seem to have full physical fitness. Some magic abilities are not used, and some are full and then used to enhance physical fitness...

How amazing?Think about the mages of Karma Taj who are all melee fighters, and suddenly feel that magic is like this in this world, right?

In an unknown cafe.

A bald Snake and Shield Agent A who did not want to be named: "Are you hungry? The pancakes here are good." S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent B who looked at the receding hairline on the opposite side said nothing.

Agent A: "It's not going well?"

"Yes, it's not going well." Agent B replied.

"Did they dismiss the plan?" Agent A asked.

"Of course not." Agent B folded his hands. "They made the most stupid and ill-considered request I can think of, they wanted Bronski in the team."

"Abomination?" Agent A asked in surprise.

"They really don't like you calling him that..." Agent B shook his head.

"But the incident in Harlem..." Agent A was even more surprised, such a big event, witnessed by so many people...

"They're going to blame Banner for that," Agent B replied.

"It's on Banner's head?" Agent A's expression made Agent B speak more enthusiastically.

"He's not the guy you want to mess with."

"They think Bronski is a war hero, and they want him to be acquitted and added to the military roster," Agent B continued.

"They think he's in our hands?" Agent A keeps asking questions.

Agent B suddenly became serious, "What is your clearance level?"

"Interesting, it's level six." Agent A looked at Agent B who was suddenly silent. "Just like you."

Agent B maintains a formulaic smile, remaining silent.

"Come on, is this level seven?" Agent A said dejectedly.

"Bronski is being held under the jurisdiction of General Ross." Agent B still spoke.

Agent A: "Does Director Fury want Bronski?"

Agent B: "Of course not, but he can't ignore a clear directive from the World Council. So we have to make sure he doesn't have to ignore it."

Agent A: "How the hell are we going to do it?"

"I have no idea, but we need to send a liaison to the General within 24 hours," said S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent B, whose hairline receded.

"Then according to the instructions of the Security Council, we have to send one of our people to General Ross to ask for the Bronski we don't want?" A bald agent A of the Snake Shield Bureau, who did not want to be named, sorted it out.

"Exactly." Agent B nodded.

The two were lost in thought.

"I figured it out, let's find a fool to mix up the report." Agent A said.

"A douchebag?"

"Yes, someone who can mess up this thing, someone who is so incompetent that General Ross refuses to release Blankis." Agent A reaffirmed "I can do it. I'm the best at playing stupid."

There was a gleam in Agent B's eyes: "You are the best, you are amazing in acting. In fact, you said 'stupid'." Agent B glanced at the bald man opposite him pointingly.

"Ok."

"I'm thinking we need a slightly different approach in this matter. If we want the General to refuse that request, we need to send someone who can really annoy him. Someone who is arrogant and annoying and has a total disdain for power A man who could offend a general to the extreme," Agent B said.

"Are you talking about consultants?" Agent A responded.

"No, it's not." Agent B denies.

"You're talking about him."

"I'm telling you now, shut up, I'm not sending advisors."

At a bar outside the Florida base, Perry Rose finished a glass of wine.

"Have another drink," he said.The bartender poured him another glass.

He was in a bad mood.The super-soldier project was a disaster, but his other projects were still working.

Abomination destroyed all the efforts Ross had put into the super-soldier project.

Bruce Banner saves New York City from the monster Emile Bronski turned into, along with Betty.

But Bruce disappeared again.

He pushed the glass back.

"One more drink," he said again.

The bartender came back and poured him another glass.Ross can see himself in the mirror, but he's not happy with the way he looks.What to do next?He has to retire.He has to learn to relax, go fishing, and spend the rest of his life savoring his failures.

Betty still refused to speak to him.He had someone watching her, and she hadn't contacted Bruce.

No one seemed to know where Bruce was, which was a perfect fit for Rose.Even if Bruce Banner disappeared directly from the earth, Rose didn't care.

At this time, a person came in and walked beside him.

"Well, stale beer, and the smell of failure," he said. "You know, I don't want to say 'I told you so,' General, but there's a reason that super-soldier project was shelved." Ross didn't Looking up, I knew it was Tony Stark talking to him.

Stark - known as Iron Man - is nothing like Thunderbolt.He's rich, popular, a big deal within S.H.I.E.L.D., and has a very successful Iron Man project that's the polar opposite of Ross' super-soldier project.

"I've always felt that hardware was more reliable," Stark said.

General Ross stared wearily at Stark's very photogenic face and said, "Stark."

Stark nodded and said, "General."

Thunderbolt doesn't like Tony Stark, and they both know that.But sometimes, they have to work together.

"You always wear such beautiful suits," Rose said.Rose is laughing at Tony for always showing his strength through external attire, rather than relying on his own strength.

Tony looked down at himself.He did wear a nice suit.The suit cost a fortune.

"That's right," he said. "I hear you're having trouble."

"You should talk about your problems," Ross said.He knew something had happened to Stark Industries recently.

"You should take my advice," Stark said, getting more serious, "What if I told you we're building a team?

"Who are 'we'?" Ross asked.

At this moment, Tony Stark sat down, bought Rose another glass of wine, and talked about his plan.

The next morning, it was the same unknown coffee shop.

A bald-headed Agent A of the Snake and Shield Bureau, who did not want to be named, came over, and the opposite, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent B, whose hairline was receding, was eating breakfast: "Any news?"

"Mission accomplished. The Abomination will continue to stay in his cell for now. Obviously, the consultant has proved his worth." Agent B wiped his mouth and said slowly. "Ross was so angry that he wanted to kick him out of the bar."

"Did he succeed?" Agent A asked.

Agent B shook his head: "Stark bought that place, and it's scheduled to be blasted on Thursday."

(End of this chapter)