Texas, the US-xico border.
Inside a shabby, cheap motel, Bruce Banner sat on the edge of the bed watching TV.
His skin was dark, his clothes filthy, his hair a ss like a chicken coop, and his eyes were lifeless.
A bulky TV was playing a news program where the host and several comntators were arguing fiercely.
"Seven days ago, a massive tragedy occurred in Manhattan’s East Side."
"The notorious Joker Organization conducted biological experints in the East Side, creating a humanoid monster over three ters tall."
"The monster caused massive destruction, damaging nurous buildings and resulting in 20,000 civilian casualties and the deaths of 1,800 soldiers."
"General Ross of the Air Force led a suicide squad to besiege the monster, finally killing it after great sacrifice."
"The leader of the Joker Organization, Jason Walter, in a fit of rage, launched a bombing attack on the East Side, resulting in the death of thousands of soldiers, including General Ross. Buildings within a one-kiloter radius were destroyed, with direct economic losses exceeding billions of dollars."
"After a week of careful investigation, most of the victims’ information has been verified. Let us mourn the heroes."
The pundits fell silent as photos of the victims appeared on the screen one by one.
Suddenly, a photo of a white woman tightened Banner’s heart.
"Betty..."
His hoarse voice revealed deep sorrow.
Self-bla, anger, helplessness, pain...
Countless negative emotions left Banner paralyzed, his body radiating an aura of despair.
The mont of silence ended, and the pundits began to pontificate again.
So accused the governnt of incompetence for failing to eradicate the Joker Organization.
So lanted that tis had changed, with movie plots playing out in reality.
So raised their arms, calling for unity against the Joker Organization.
The host listened seriously, nodding in praise, frowning in thought, or arguing on the basis of reason.
After enough blowing of hot air, the host connected to a field reporter to transmit the latest footage.
"It has been a week since the Manhattan massacre, but protests and demonstrations across the country are still in full swing, and even intensifying."
Behind the reporter, the originally wide road was blocked by a dense sea of people.
They were filled with indignation, holding signs high and chanting for the severe punishnt of the criminals.
The reporter grabbed a random demonstrator to interview, asking about the reason and purpose of their march.
Because of the Joker Organization’s indulgence, a nationwide cri spree had been triggered, and this white-haired old man was a victim.
He swore profusely in front of the reporter, seemingly angry to the extre, but didn’t say a word about the reporter’s question.
Helplessly, the reporter had to find the next target.
The news program continued playing, but Banner was in no mood to watch.
The pundits were loud; finding it too noisy, he turned off the TV directly, then lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling.
Betty was dead, Ross was dead, but Hulk was still inside his body.
This trip back to the country was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly.
Banner blad himself. If he hadn’t returned and had just stayed honestly in Brazil, perhaps none of this would have happened. Even if Betty had married soone else, it would have been better than losing her life.
At the sa ti, he was lost.
Where was the path forward?
Downing a bottle of cheap vodka, Banner didn’t drown his sorrows; instead, he felt lancholy, his heart twisting in pain.
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Banner’s pupils dilated. A strong survival instinct made him spring up from the bed instantly.
Slowing his steps and lightening his breathing, he inched toward the door.
Through the peephole, he saw a lady wearing a black gauze dress.
She wore lipstick, her appearance was enchanting, and her curvaceous figure inspired sinful desires.
The lady’s expression was indifferent. Seeing no movent from the room, she knocked again.
After waiting a few seconds, Banner asked, "Who is it?"
"Room service!"
The voice was equally tempting.
Banner twisted the knob and looked her up and down, asking suspiciously, "Are room services in Texas this cheap?"
The lady smiled faintly, her charming big eyes looking straight at Banner.
A mont later, Banner couldn’t handle it and retreated a few steps. The lady took the opportunity to walk into the room.
The enclosed space slled of alcohol and mold. The lady wrinkled her nose and said, "For soone trying to escape reality, this is truly a good place."
A woman who could make him back down with just a look was definitely not simple.
Banner grew increasingly tense, guessing her identity.
Police?
Heh, if Texas police were this beautiful, the cri rate probably wouldn’t be so high.
FBI?
Hmph, if she were FBI, this wooden door would have been smashed into pieces by now.
Co to think of it, which US law enforcent agency had a habit of using honey traps?
Banner wasn’t part of the system and didn’t know much about the major enforcent agencies, so he couldn’t figure it out.
However, he didn’t want to show weakness. He snorted coldly and pointed at the window. "I assu this place is already surrounded?"
The lady shook her head, looking sincere and innocent. "No, it’s just you and ."
Banner was skeptical. "Who are you?"
"Natasha Romanoff."
"Are you here to kill ? If so, I’m sorry, but the person who can kill hasn’t been born yet."
"No, no, no. I’m just here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. to talk to you."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Hmph!" Banner snorted, revealing deep disdain. "Didn’t the Joker Organization wipe you guys out?"
Hitting below the belt; that was a bit excessive.
Natasha lived up to her reputation as a top agent; she kept the smile on her face. "S.H.I.E.L.D. run deep. What the Joker Organization saw was just the tip of the iceberg."
Banner offered no comnt on her boasting. "How did you find ?"
"Doctor, we’ve been watching you, but keeping our distance. Incidentally, we’ve been secretly blocking people who wanted to get close to you."
"Why help ?"
"I don’t know why, but our boss, Nick Fury, trusts you very much, so he wants you to co with to a place."
Banner sneered and said seriously, "And if I refuse?"
Natasha revealed a gentle smile. "Then I will continue to persuade you, until..."
"Stop lying to !!! You’re here to capture !!!" Banner’s eyes widened as he roared, his body lunging forward.
In an instant, Natasha retreated a few steps, pulling a pistol from her thin black dress and aiming it at him.
The scene was instantly deadlocked. The instigator, Banner, smiled faintly and raised his hands. "Sorry, I lost my composure. I just wanted to test you. Calm down, I suggest you put the gun away... unless you want ’him’ inside to co out and cause trouble."
Natasha’s breathing accelerated slightly. She observed him carefully for a mont, and only after confirming Banner had no intention to attack did she touch the invisible communicator in her ear. "Everything is normal. Don’t co over."
Outside the motel, over a hundred fully ard S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had bullets chambered, ready to storm in at any mont.
Banner mocked, "Heh, just you and ?"
Her mask torn off, Natasha looked a bit embarrassed.
She put away her smile and said seriously, "Doctor, the Joker Organization is a global disaster. If we don’t stop them, tragedies like New York will continue to happen. I hope you can help us."
New York was Banner’s inner demon. He imdiately wilted like a frosted eggplant, lowering his head in silence.
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