Bruce's voice suddenly paused, and Betty hurried forward to hug Bruce and took out the tranquilizer from his back.
The sniper reported: "Hit the target, hit the target."
"It's up to you, Bronsky," said General Ross.
This was the news Bronsky most wanted to hear, and he was up in an instant.
Charging and jumping, his movements were smooth and swift, which made his speed look very amazing. It took him less than five seconds to rush from the bottom floor to the top floor of a three-story building.
This almost made him leave behind all his teammates, but it didn't matter to him at all. He didn't care whether these teammates caught up with him or not.
He kicked open the door of Professor Samuel's laboratory and rushed in. Then he saw Betty holding Bruce.
Filled with resentment and hope, he rushed forward, pushed away Betty who came to stop him, and pulled Bruce up, holding his collar and lifting him into the air. He shouted at him: "Where is he, where is he? Let him out, do you hear me? Let him out!"
Bruce looked at him coldly. Even though his heart rate monitor watch was beeping as loud as it could, he still didn't turn into the Hulk.
Just like the experimental results they came up with, he couldn't transform.
"You won't get him!"
Hearing Bruce say this, Bronski's face twisted. He slapped Bruce twice, but this humiliating gesture was useless, which made him pull out a gun and point it at Bruce's abdomen.
"Call him out quickly!"
Hearing his excited shouting, the soldiers who had just arrived were all panicked. They didn't want to see Hulk, so they shouted to stop his madness.
"Bronsky, no! Stop. Stop!"
Bronski saw his comrades coming and knew that he could not wake up the Hulk at all, so he could only knock Bruce unconscious with a vicious knife.
After letting these comrades carry Bruce away from here, Bronski looked at the Hulk's blood samples around him and Samuel who was standing there in a daze, and an extremely crazy idea arose in his mind.
But now is not the time.
Jennifer watched from afar as her cousin was captured by the military, but she could only watch from outside and could do nothing. Her feelings were extremely complicated.
Although she really wanted to rush in and rescue her cousin, her reason told her that if she rushed in, it would be difficult for her to get out.
Her body is not as strong and tall as Hulk's. At most, she can only be considered agile. She is only about two meters forty-five in height. She is not as tall as her cousin, Hulk, who is nearly four meters tall.
Some heavy weapons may not be able to hurt Hulk, but since they may hurt her, she can only hide in the dark and wait for an opportunity to rescue her cousin.
General Ross took Bruce onto the helicopter and Betty followed. He was in a bad mood because his daughter was going to break up with him for a monster. However, for him, as long as the Hulk was caught, all the efforts would be worth it.
"Where is Bronski?" General Ross looked around and did not see Bronski, so he couldn't help but ask the soldier beside him.
"Bronsky wants to stay and clean up the mess," the soldier replied.
"Really? Just let him stay here. He's not important now." General Ross nodded without saying much. With Hulk around, what is Bronsky?
Even if this guy passed the second injection of the super soldier potion, he didn't think Bronski could compete with Hulk.
Hulk is his most perfect work. As for what Bruce said, General Ross did not believe it. If Hulk could be killed so easily, they would not have suffered such heavy losses.
They have fought against Hulk four times, suffered heavy losses three times, and only won this time, and that was because Bruce injected the antidote.
In the previous three times, they used many unconventional weapons, but they still couldn't do anything to Hulk, and couldn't even cause a little scar.
If Hulk died so easily, General Ross would doubt the certainty of the super soldier plan.
The helicopter took off slowly and flew towards the US Army's second base in New York. Betty was on the floor below, jumping around and following the helicopter. She was looking for an opportunity to save Bruce, her cousin.
And she was also very curious whether Bruce could continue to transform into Hulk.
Chapter 81: The Birth of Hate
Samuel was still dazed by what had happened before. He had many questions to ask and many things to think about.
But Bronski was not going to give him time to ask questions or think. He walked straight up, pulled out a pistol, and pointed it at Samuel with a ferocious look.
Samuel was a little flustered and said quickly: "If I have done anything to irritate you, please forgive me."
He is not a monster like Hulk, who can remain calm or even indifferent when facing guns. To be honest, most people will not perform much better than Semuir when facing the black muzzle of a gun.
"What did you do to him? Why is he gone? Why?"
"Who? Who is missing?" Samuel asked confusedly.
"Hulk, that monster. Why is he gone?" Bronski asked with a distorted face, "They came to you with so much difficulty, they must want you to help them with something. Now that Hulk is gone, it must be related to you. What on earth did you do?!"
"I didn't do anything, I really didn't do anything." Samuel was just a research enthusiast. He liked to achieve greater and more eye-catching achievements in scientific research, and didn't like being forced to discuss solutions to problems with him using violence.
He was no pushover, so he quickly spilled the beans on everything he knew.
After hearing his words, Bronski slowly put down his pistol. He was certainly not going to let this guy go. In fact, he had other plans.
Samuel didn't know what he was thinking. He was relieved now, but Samuel had never enjoyed such treatment since he became a doctor. Now he hated Bronski and the government organization he represented.
However, Samuel could only keep this hatred in his heart, because he knew very well that he could not go against a country.
"You, you said you knew everything about Hulk."
Hearing Bronski's question, Samuel gave him a strange look. However, thinking of this guy's violence, he answered honestly, "Strictly speaking, I only have information about him and a blood sample."
"You can create something like the Hulk, right?" Bronski stared at him intently, and in his eyes, Samuel saw a crazy personality.
"I don't know, I don't know if I can do that. Hulk is just a very rare accident. Even with the blood sample, I'm not sure if I can do that." He shook his head desperately, not daring to make any guarantees, because if his guarantee failed to achieve the expected effect, he was sure that this crazy soldier would definitely kill him.
Faced with Samuel's hesitation and fear, Bronski used the most direct method to help him make a decision. He pulled out his pistol again, loaded the bullet, pointed the black muzzle straight at him, and said coldly: "Listen, I want what you got from Banner. I want you to inject that into my body, understand?"
Hearing this, Samuel finally felt that something was wrong. Most people would not make such a request, because it was fatal and had serious consequences. However, there was one type of person who was an exception.
"It looks like you already have something in your body, right?" Samuel ignored the gun in front of him, stood up, looked directly at Bronski and asked.
As a cutting-edge scientific researcher, he had naturally heard of the super soldier serum, and the current situation naturally made him think of it.
"I want more. You should have seen his transformation. Right?" Bronski didn't care about Samuel's loss of composure, because he himself was not in the right state. He had already remembered what Hulk looked like, and that powerful and terrifying power made him intoxicated.
"Yes, I have seen it. It's very beautiful. Like a god!" The aesthetic views of scientists and normal people are obviously different, but this time he and Bronsky got along well. Obviously, they reached a consensus on the understanding of Hulk.
"Listen, I want that. I want to become that way, make me that way." Bronski seemed a little sick at this time, but this kind of sickness was perfect for Samuel.
Because in his eyes, Bronski had become the best experimental subject, a more suitable experimental subject than those dead mice and gorillas before. However, before the experiment, he still needed to confirm it.
"I don't know what exactly you injected, and what the ingredients of those things in your body are. If it is mixed with Hulk's blood sample, something might happen, something worse!" He emphasized the word "bad", as if warning Bronski to make a careful choice.
But Bronski, who had gone mad, had no idea what prudence meant. He put down his gun, grabbed Bronski's neck, and said coldly, "I don't care what happens. I just want you to do what I say."