Marvel’s Big Villain

The sun is rising, and the earth is scorching.

In a humble apartment in a Brazilian slum, Bruce Banner is sleeping on a cot.

The room was dim and the air was dirty, and most importantly, there was no air conditioning, and Banner's white shirt was already soaked with sweat.

He is the top physicist in the United States. He once lived in a luxury apartment and enjoyed a generous salary, but an experimental accident completely drove him into the abyss, and the future is dark.

It has been half a year since the last accident.

In order to avoid the military's pursuit, in order to prevent himself from becoming a guinea pig, Banner smuggled to Brazil through hardships and worked in a soda bottling factory.

Although the environment is harsh and the salary is barely enough to cover food and clothing, it is already very satisfying for Banner, who has fled.

"what!!!"

With an exclamation, Banner woke up from his sleep.

When he saw the surrounding scene and heard the foreign language he was familiar with but could not understand, he gradually relaxed.

For more than half a year, the accident in the laboratory and the tragedy of his girlfriend Betty have been haunting him.

Ten will dream, and eight will be awakened by these scenes.

Drip!

Heart rate 175!

Look at the value on the heart rate monitoring bracelet that is about to burst.

Banner immediately sat up cross-legged, breathing to ease his inner anxiety and lower his heart rate.

This is a practical technique used in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to regulate emotions.

Through six months of uninterrupted efforts, Banner has mastered it proficiently.

Banner can handle many things that make ordinary people go wild, and this may be the biggest gain of this trip to Brazil.

After stabilizing his heart rate, Banner got up and made himself breakfast, then turned on the TV to eat and watch.

Although in Brazil, Banner has been following the news in the United States.

He installed a satellite pot on the roof, which can receive satellite signals from dozens of countries in South America and North America, even the color channels.

Of course, this thing Banner is absolutely not to watch.

He didn't touch a woman for more than half a year, which made him a healthy adult man tormented.

As soon as he saw this kind of intimacy scene, his heart rate jumped uncontrollably, and even Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu didn't work.

Tune in to the US News Channel, there is a special on TV.

"Today is the second day after the Washington incident, Mr. President announced that the White House flag will be flown at half-staff in tribute to Agent Maria Hill, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"Many Washington citizens also took to the streets to offer their condolences and memory to Agent Maria Hill!"

Scenes of people's flowers and weeping were played on the TV screen, interspersed from time to time with videos of the ruins of the Tri-Wing headquarters building, and pictures of the heroic agent Maria Hill.

Banner stopped eating, and his palms gradually clenched the spoon.

Clown, clown again!

Back when he joined General Ross' research team, Banner had a lofty and arrogant goal: to help the people of the world completely destroy the clown organization.

After several years of hard work, the experiment finally succeeded, but Banner never imagined that he was the result of the experiment.

Although he hates that thing in his body, Banner knows very well that it is the most crucial part of destroying the clown organization.

It's a pity that Banner didn't have the courage to stand up and sacrifice himself to save the world.

He was afraid, terrified, withdrawn, he didn't want to become a fearsome monster.

Looking at the photos of people killed by the clown organization on TV, Banner was full of guilt and self-blame.

If they had not escaped, but had given it to General Ross, perhaps these people would not have died.

Thinking of the rhetoric at the time, Banner developed a strong self-loathing of himself now.

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After eating breakfast with a lot of thought, Banner walked out of the room with his backpack and walked to work at the soda processing factory a few hundred meters away.

In the factory, he was not a genius physicist, but an ordinary bottling worker.

But how to say that sentence is that gold shines everywhere.

In order to save money, the boss chose the factory site in a slum.

The inside and outside of the factory are messy, and even the important equipment in the workshop always fails due to aging.

Banner has seven doctorates in science and engineering, and has helped the factory solve many equipment failures in just a few months. He is deeply loved by his boss and hated by his co-workers.

Not long after I entered the factory today, there was a problem with the control switch that controls the belt drive of the production line, and it even kept sparking.

The boss quickly called Banner over for repairs.

Banner skillfully disassembles the control box and makes a simple repair, and the control switch can operate normally.

Seeing this, the boss burst into laughter.

He really likes such versatile and cheap staff.

The boss told Banner with a smile on his face that he wanted to hire him as a regular employee, but Banner was not interested in promotion and salary increase, and just silently installed the control box.

"S!"

Because of something on his mind, Banner accidentally cut his finger with an iron piece.

Two drops of blood fell from the second floor to the filling line.

Banner was taken aback, immediately told the boss to shut down the production line, and then flew downstairs to look for blood droplets.

His blood is highly poisonous, and once someone drinks it in a soda bottle, the other party will die from gamma poisoning.

When I came to the assembly line and opened the vacant glass bottle, I finally found the drop of blood.

Banner breathed a sigh of relief. After wiping the blood with a rag, he raised his head and signaled the boss to restart the production line.

The sound of Karakara sounded, and the vacant glass bottle started running again.

What Banner didn't notice, however, was that another drop of blood accidentally fell on the mouth of the glass bottle and was thoroughly mixed with the soda.

The destination of this batch of soda is - the United States!

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The busy and boring work was finally over, and Banner dragged his tired body back home alone.

After dinner, he took out his computer as usual and contacted his old friend, Dr. Lan.

The Dr. Lan is a professor at a university in New York and an expert in the field of biological genetics. The two met in an online forum exchange.

Banner posted on the Internet that one of his friends had a miraculous disease, and described in detail the state of the disease and the changes in blood cells.

After listening to the description, Dr. Lan was very interested in this, and the communication between the two gradually became more frequent.

Dr. Lan provided Banner's friends with a variety of treatment options, and Banner tried them one by one~www.NovelMTL.com~, but all the treatment options failed without exception.

Banner sighed and complained to Dr. Lan: "Another failure!"

Dr. Lan, who lives in New York, also felt a headache when he heard the words. In the past six months, he has tried all the plans, but all ended in failure.

Dr. Lan thought for a moment and replied, "There is no way, I need to meet your friend."

Banner shook his head and typed quickly: "My friend is abroad and it is not convenient to meet."

Dr. Lan: "Gamma radiation is very dangerous. If it is not convenient to meet, a blood sample must be obtained, otherwise I can't help him!"

Banner hesitated for a moment and replied, "Okay, I'll let him mail it as soon as possible!"

After the chat, Banner immediately took off his coat and used a syringe to draw 50 ml of blood.

Store the blood in a glass tube and wrap it in foam. Finally, go to the express point downstairs and mail it to the address given by Dr. Lan.

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The first update, plus a little later!