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Chapter 107: Invisible Pretend, The Deadliest

Natalia thought for a moment, then smiled lightly. "I don't know, Thor didn't tell me. It's not important to think about. What matters is that he is General Ross's subordinate."

In front of young Karla, she really didn't have the nerve to call him "uncle," which would make her seem a generation younger. But Natalia's words were laced with thinly veiled disdain.

The renowned Black Widow was not one to tolerate disrespect. It was impossible for her to show Bronski any favor with his haughty attitude.

Bronski suddenly felt his pride wounded and jumped up, pointing at her. "Stinking brat, say that again!"

The side effects of the serum were showing, making him unusually arrogant and irritable.

"Crack—"

A figure flashed in front of him, and before he could comprehend the situation, his wrist was seized. There was a sound of bones dislocating, followed by a disorienting spin. It felt as if his limbs were no longer under his control.

"Boom—"

His heavy body crashed to the ground, his hands twisted behind him, leaving him immobilized.

"Oh, God! Is this the combat effectiveness of the Black Widow? I heard Russia's domestic violence rate is among the highest in the world!"

The soldiers beside him gasped in amazement. Lieutenant Bronski was notorious for his strength in combat.

Another soldier muttered, "How do you know it must be a man beating a woman..."

Quickly, he stepped in to mediate, knowing they couldn't afford internal conflict while dealing with the Hulk.

"I'll teach you a lesson this time. No matter how filthy your mouth is, even if you're a general, you won't escape punishment!"

Natalia issued a warning, then lifted and tossed him aside.

Grimacing in pain, Bronski adjusted his dislocated wrist, gritted his teeth, and said, "Very well, ma'am. I truly underestimated you. But why bring a child to this situation? To feed that monster?"

Karla cast him a cold glance before turning to see the helicopter approaching the school playground. She walked to the door and leaped from several hundred meters up.

"Damn it!"

Everyone's eyes widened, including Bronski's, who was baffled. Could she really be meant to feed the monster?

Karla, standing unharmed on the ground, looked up at him with a cold expression.

Invisible pretense, the deadliest! Bronski's face turned a shade darker, like the bottom of a pot.

Surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, Bruce Banner was finally cornered on an overpass, with all exits locked and two tear gas canisters thrown in.

The acrid smoke filled the area, and Banner tried to cover his mouth and nose with his clothes, but his heartbeat quickened and his consciousness began to blur.

His heartbeat, normally around 80, surged to 200, leaving him disoriented. Then...

"Roar..."

A roar echoed through the sky, shattering the overpass's glass and dispersing the tear gas smoke.

As the smoke cleared, the emaciated Bruce Banner was replaced by the colossal Hulk!

Banner's ex-girlfriend, Betty Ross, gasped in shock. She finally understood why Banner had avoided intimate situations the previous night...

Such a sudden change in size could be deadly!

"…ah!" Karla covered her eyes. Natalia couldn't help laughing. "It's okay, don't worry. The guy's underwear is tight!"

Natalia muttered, "This transformation is really ugly, far worse than Thor."

"What did you say?" Karla asked, looking up.

"Oh, nothing..."

The Hulk at this stage was not as manageable as he would be in the future. His IQ was that of a newborn child, focused only on smashing and destroying everything in sight.

General Ross gave the order, and soldiers and armored vehicles surged forward, initiating a battle that showcased pure brute force.

"Da da da..."

Hulk demonstrated what it meant to be an ultimate powerhouse. The machine gunfire, capable of piercing steel plates, merely dented his skin without causing significant damage.

Instead, Hulk's heavy blows directly incapacitated an armored vehicle.

"Bronski, it's your turn."

General Ross glanced at the two women, frowned, and signaled Bronski.

The iron-willed general was displeased with Washington's decision to provide additional help. He saw it as a sign of distrust in his abilities.

Moreover, he was frustrated by the reported promise of substantial rewards for the superiors, which further fueled his discontent.