Marvel's Cultivator

Saber looked at Banner, lowered his head and filled in the information with a pen, the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, and the overly quiet environment made Banner flustered.

He recalled those days at the military base, Huaxia might treat him the same way, but now Huaxia's attitude made him a little unsure.

Saber raised his head again, looked at Banner and said seriously: "I need to know your ability so that I can assess your risk level. Your answer will determine your future life in China. Please answer seriously, do you understand?"

He has nothing to do with the decision made by the higher authorities. He only does what he is supposed to do.

Risk level, do you want to know if the Hulk is dangerous?Banner took a deep breath, thought for a while, and decided to tell the other party.

"Is your ability passive or active?" Saber asked.

This basically determines the risk level of the ability. Uncontrollable abilities are very dangerous and may cause major disasters, so he must determine whether Banner can control his abilities.

The information given by the United States was too vague, it just informed them that a green giant was heading towards the border of China.

The detailed information is not mentioned at all, which is also a typical American style.

As for why they didn't listen, you can tell with your ass, Banner must have a big secret, maybe...Banner is very important to them!

Hearing the question raised by Saber, Banner also gave a wry smile. He didn't know how to answer this question.

I can control my emotions to a certain extent, and anger is a necessary condition for Hulk to appear.

As long as he gets angry and his heart beats faster, he will become Hulk, and he will lose control of his body.

Banner said: "I don't know how to answer this question, sir, I only become the Hulk when I am angry, and when I become the Hulk, I don't feel anything, just like falling asleep."

Saber nodded, and wrote on the document: It is estimated to be a relatively high risk capability, and its controllability is medium.

He raised his head and continued to ask: "Do you know the Hulk's related ability values. Such as strength, movement speed, defensive ability, whether it needs to breathe, whether it can fly, intelligence level, etc."

details?how could I know?When he transformed into the Hulk, he didn't know anything. He only learned about the Hulk's abilities from the news reports and military materials.

"Um... invulnerable, no thermal weapon can penetrate its skin, it runs very fast, about as fast as a train, I don't know about other aspects, intelligence is expected to be lower than normal." These are from the military According to what he said and the news, he just did some processing.

Seeing that the saber did not respond, Banner quickly added: "I have practiced yoga for a year, and I can better control my emotions."

Saber just looked up, at him.He continued to write the report on his own. As for whether the words were useful or not, whether the other party listened.He doesn't know.

There is only so much he can do. Although the transformed Hulk has the ability to escape, he doesn't want to transform.

Because that may hurt innocent people, and now that Huaxia's attitude towards him is not yet clear, maybe there is hope?

Saber didn't ask him any more, just immersed himself in writing the document, the tip of the pen rustled on the paper, and the sound of birds chirping came from outside the window.

Suddenly Saber raised his head and said, "You don't have to sit so restrained, you can relax, if you want to drink water, there is it."

Anyway, there is nothing shady in this room. This is just an office for the outside world, and there are usually many people coming in and out here.

As for the large stack of documents on the table, they were actually all blank paper.

After hearing Saber's words, Banner had no choice but to pretend to relax in order to relieve his nervous heart, and he began to observe the decoration of the office.

This is a very ordinary office, and there is no style to speak of. Unlike American officials' offices, there are no plaster reliefs on the walls, just ordinary lime powder.

The furniture is square and has no patterns, and the bookshelves are full of books and several pots of green plants.

The alarm clock on the wall was running slowly, and Banner became more and more restless. He stood up slowly, and went to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water.

He turned his head a little uneasily, glanced at the working saber, and thought of his mentor, who was also so meticulous when doing experiments.

He walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window, and drank hot water slowly.

Outside the window is a square, where people wear various clothes, and some people in work uniforms shuttle among them.

After a few people in regular clothes chatted with the staff, they quickly left the square.

A lady was controlling the water in the fountain to make various shapes, talking and laughing with her companions.

At this time, Banner temporarily forgot the troubles of the past, and seemed to be integrated into such a peaceful life.

It would be great if he could return to such a life.

Since that accident, his life has completely changed. For several years, he has not lived a day of peace of mind.

At this moment, Saber seemed to have finished writing the report. While putting the pages of white paper full of words into the file bag, he held the receiver of the phone around his neck, as if he was talking to someone.

"Yes, that's right, come here."

"No way, I can only trouble you."

"OK."

Saber Culture put the receiver back to its original position, looked up at Banner and said, "Mr. Banner, your matter will come to fruition in a few days. If there is no accident, you will be deported back to your country. Before that, please stay with me." Live here for a while."

Repatriation?This is the worst news he has ever heard. He managed to escape. Isn't this a self-inflicted trap? !

"No! Sir, I don't want to go back to China, and I don't want to be sliced ​​by those lunatics in the laboratory." Banner begged.

Although he really wanted to see his girlfriend Betty, he only wanted to see her secretly. This kind of public repatriation, isn't the old birthday star hanged himself—is it too long?

Saber looked at Banner and said, "I will try my best to report your wishes to the superior."

According to the available information, Bruce Banner is an excellent physicist who is suspected to have participated in some secret weapon experiments.

Saber doesn't mind accepting an excellent scientist. As for the above considerations, he is not clear.

He took out a form from the pile of documents, wrote on it with a pen, put it on the desk, and said, "Mr. Banner, please fill out this form."

Banner went to the seat and sat down, and put the disposable water cup aside. The saber had carefully marked each column in English, so there was no need to worry about the other party not being able to understand.

This is a registration form for outsiders. Banner quickly filled out the form, handed it to Saber, and stayed here. This was the only good news he had received in the past few months.

Saber took the form, looked at it, and nodded.