Chapter 1307: Interstellar Grand Stage (Fourteen)_2

Bruce Banner pushed his glasses up, walking up to the Magic Prison. He looked at the Chinese youngster and said, "Sorry kid, we came looking for you at home just to ask about the anti-Police riot that happened at the protest on Dorance Street in the Bronx on the 6th. According to our investigations, it seems you clashed with the police resulting in you running off and your comrades being arrested."

The Chinese young man was taken aback, an angry expression surfacing on his face. He gripped the bars of the cage, yelling, "The police were shooting at us, even trying to hit us. Why can't I fight back?!"

After he finished speaking, he began to relentlessly pummel the bars of the Magic Cage. Natasha calmly took a step forward, saying, "Your comrades fought against the police with you, but you abandoned them and ran away. They ended up in prison, their futures ruined. Is this what you wanted?"

"You group of damned Devils! You'll all go to Hell!!!"

Accompanying the Chinese young man's bellow, his muscles began to tensely expand, growing larger. A subtle flow of air started circling around him, his pummeling motions began to quicken, far surpassing the frequency of what any normal human muscle could withstand.

Banner and Natasha both retreat warily, Banner squinting, "…..A Mutant?"

"No, it's not a natural gift." Said the seasoned female Agent, "It's probably gained post-birth, like Matt."

"He looks like he's about to lose control. Do I need to intervene?" Banner asked sternly, focusing on the Chinese youth in the cage, cursing himself, "If I'd known this kind of uncontrollable superpowered person would be here, I wouldn't have come with you. We should've brought more people."

Natasha held out a hand to stop Banner from approaching, she carefully observed the expression of the Chinese youngster. Then she boldly stepped forward, "The companions that you're speaking of are still in their prosecution period, they haven't been officially convicted yet. If you attack and hurt someone now, especially a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you will end up in prison with them."

"But if you can calm down and talk about what really happened, there may still be room to turn it around. I've noticed that you have a deep-rooted distrust of police officers and agents, but I have to tell you, someone behind the scenes orchestrated all of this. The aim was to use hot-headed youngsters like you to stir up big trouble." Natasha deliberately slowed down her speech, and started speaking in perfect American English to the Chinese youngster.

Faced with Natasha's words, the Chinese youth's expression was painful. He continued to beat on the cage, saying, "Keep away from me, I have trouble controlling it... the power... it doesn't belong to me..."

The expression on the youth's face only grew more pained. Natasha knew she couldn't wait any longer. She turned to look at Banner, asking, "Can you ensure he won't be hurt while knocking him out?"

Banner hesitated before eventually nodding his head, "Hulk just had his outlet, his anger is at its threshold. I can borrow a small portion of his strength."

The female Agent made way. However, Banner looked back at her, "You guys won't kill him, right?"

"Of course, we still need the truth after all."

Hearing Natasha's promise, Banner made his way to the back of the cage. He reached out a hand and grabbed the spasming youth, then knocked him out.

Moments later, the agents who were pursuing the Chinese youth earlier came up to Natasha. Natasha turned to look at Banner and said, "Thank you for trusting S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I trust you."

The flickering haze before his eyes was incessant, it felt illusory as if someone was calling his name. The airflow in his body was running wild uncontrollably, bringing intense pain.

Watching the Asian youth lying on a hospital bed, Doctor Schiller waved his hand in front of his face. The youth was spasming, looking extremely agonized. Just as Schiller was about to increase the sedative dosage, the youth tensed up, lifting his head and coughed up a glob of blood.

Schiller, sitting beside him and Natasha standing at the end of his bed were both dumbfounded. Natasha raised her hands first, declaring, "We absolutely did not hit him. It was Banner who knocked him out, controlling his strength to ensure he wouldn't be injured."

Doctor Schiller was frowning, noticing the youth's lips turning purple and a struggle to breathe. He quickly undid the youth's restraints, helping him sit up and lean forward onto the railing of the bed, then began patting his back vigorously.

After a violent bout of coughing, the young man spat out a few chunks of blood, his breath becoming much smoother. He instinctively thanked them while saying, "Thank you... thank you... I almost lost my way…"

In Chinese.

"What did he say?" Natasha looked surprised and repeated the Chinese phrase of thanks before asking, "This seems like the Mandarin for 'Thank you', what's that last word? 'What' demon?"

Doctor Schiller's gaze remained fixed on the young man's face. After his breathing returned to normal, he handed him a towel to wipe his mouth, then a cup of warm water.

Doctor Schiller gave Natasha a look and clueing her in on his intentions. Natasha hesitated for a moment before grasping what Doctor Schiller meant. She straightened her face towards Doctor Schiller, "Doctor Schiller, I hope you understand, we need him in a fit physical and mental state to be interrogated. It's your job to ensure this."

"Of course, Miss Romanoff, but he is my patient now. And you, in your interrogator stance, is not helping him recover. Could I ask you to leave the room, please?"

Natasha threw a chilling glance at the youth on the bed and walked towards the door. Doctor Schiller stood up to see her out. Before closing the door, Natasha locked eyes with Doctor Schiller, saying, "Doctor, spare your extra kindness for those who need it. This guy is just an insurgent who abandoned his comrades and fled. He doesn't deserve your sympathy."

The sound of the door banging shut echoed with the sound of a fist hammering the railing of the hospital bed.

Once the door was closed, Doctor Schiller sighed softly, walking back to the bed. He looked at the Chinese youngster with warm eyes, "Don't be upset. Natasha is already one of the more temperate agents. If it was another agent, you might already be in the emergency room."

The Chinese young man opened his mouth to speak, his expression filled with anger. But, something akin to fear appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath, looking at Doctor Schiller, "I'm not an insurgent. They're the inhuman law-enforcement machines. I didn't abandon my comrades!"

"Of course, I trust you." Doctor Schiller turned around, pulling out the medical record book and uncapping a pen. He looked at the youth and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but the words turned as he spoke, waiting a moment before they finally came out.

"Xu… Shangqi."