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Hulk's eyes darted around, and after a meaningless roar, he said in a low voice, "Hulk... Hulk wants... to enter you."

"louder please!"

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!!" Hulk glared at Lin Bei, roared loudly, then shrank in size, his green skin disappeared, and he returned home in seclusion, replaced by Dr. Banner.

Lin Bei frowned. He didn't feel any force being used, and Hulk wasn't injured either. How come they were having such a good chat, and then he suddenly left?

"what happened?"

Dr. Banner looked completely bewildered, pulled his foot out of Lin Bei's hand, and crossed his arms to protect his vitals.

“Dr. Banner, you have a great sense of humor and it’s a pleasure to chat with you, but I’d rather talk to Hulk right now. I know you can control your transformation and bring him out.”

Lin Bei looked at Bruce Banner speechlessly; the way he covered his chest with his hands was so beautiful that he dared not look directly at him.

"You...you talked to Hulk?"

words.

Chapter 249

Banner looked around; the uneven ground looked like it had been hit by artillery fire, with several large craters clearly made by Hulk.

Upon seeing Lin Bei, who was unharmed except for some dust on his clothes, he immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and awkwardly put on a humble smile.

"Wait a moment, I'll talk to Hulk, he'll be right out."

Dr. Banner closed his eyes, his whole body tensed up, his face turned red and his neck bulged, and soon, the veins on his neck were replaced by large patches of green.

"Roar roar roar—roar!?"

Dr. Banner's body swelled up, his green eyes met Lin Bei's gaze, and halfway through the transformation, he instantly shrank back to his original Banner form.

"Hulk, what are you doing?"

Dr. Banner is a little panicked. Being unable to transform into the Hulk has been his lifelong dream. In the past, he would have laughed himself to death, but not today. His personal safety is threatened, and he needs the Hulk to take the blame.

He glanced at Lin Bei, noticing his impatient expression, wiped away his cold sweat, and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Agent, this sometimes happens. Give me a little more time, and I'll get it sorted out right away."

After saying that, Dr. Banner muttered "hurry up," closed his eyes tightly, furrowed his brows, and slapped himself twice.

"Come out! Come out! Come out..."

Ten seconds later, Banner gave up slapping him because it hurt too much.

"Dr. Banner, are you ready yet? Or perhaps Hulk has asked you to talk to me?" Lin Bei was too lazy to wait any longer and raised his hand to press down on Banner.

"Wait a moment!"

Dr. Banner, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, took a deep breath and said, "I think Hulk's meaning is quite clear. Just say what you want to do, and I can make the decision."

Lin Bei, still somewhat skeptical, raised an eyebrow at Dr. Banner: "Are you sure?"

Banner didn't say anything, but slapped himself twice, then looked at Lin Bei with an innocent expression: "I'm sure, facts speak louder than words."

"..."

Lin Bei was taken aback. Plans don't always go as expected, but things seemed to be going well in general. He politely reached out and helped Dr. Banner up from the ground, then took off his own coat and draped it over him.

"Dr. Banner, you know your own problems."

If left unchecked, it's like a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment!

It's one thing for Amei to bring trouble upon herself, but I wouldn't mind if she let you out to cause trouble for her lackeys.

What if the dog leash slips off?

This poses a significant threat to world peace.

Okay, let me introduce it.

My name is Lin Bei, you can just call me Supreme Master.

Belonging to Kamar-Taj, it is a high-ranking guardian organization that does not intervene in wars, but only defends against invasions by aliens or dimensional beings.

Given the problems you currently have.

I extend a warm invitation to you.

I'd like to invite you to join my team as a regulated individual. What do you think?

"Oh, of course, you can also play the role of a scientist. Or the scientist being studied."

Faced with Lin Bei's trembling fist, Banner shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Do you think I had a choice?

It's not what you think, it's what I think!

Talking to smart people is so easy. Lin Bei nodded in satisfaction and put his arm around Banner's shoulder: "Dr. Banner, since you put it that way, I'll make the decision for you."

"Okay, you can decide."

Banner gave a wry smile: "If I remember correctly, the one you wanted to invite me to join was... Kamar-Taj, right?"

"No, no, no, that's a small company under the group. Someone as talented as you would naturally be directly hired by the head office."

Lin Bei spoke in a language Banner couldn't understand, and said to Natasha, "Go, make the arrangements. I'll take Dr. Banner to a few bases, and he'll be one of ours."

Then Banner was abducted into Hydra.

However, Lin Bei didn't lie to him. At least he got into the head office. It would have been a real injustice if he had ended up in S.H.I.E.L.D.

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"Dr. Banner, you must have read the script. Do you have any comments?"

Are they dissatisfied with your screen time and want more scenes added?

"No, no, I'm very satisfied. It would be even better if my role could be replaced."

“That’s not impossible either,” Lin Bei said, stroking his chin.

"Huh?" Dr. Banner's eyes widened in disbelief, so much so that he blurted out his thoughts, "Boss, were you eaten by a zombie? This doesn't seem like you at all."

Lin Bei glanced at Banner with a crooked mouth, "Just let your cousin drink some of your blood, and then let her take your place in the role." Lin Bei looked up and said, "She-Hulk is quite anticipated by the audience. As long as one of your cousin's parents isn't black, and she hasn't received any help from the black guy, it would be even better if her skin was a little whiter."

Otherwise, the Avengers should be renamed "My White Servant."

"Sure enough, I was too happy too soon."

"The BOSS is still the same BOSS, not a single thing has changed."

Banner muttered to himself.

Do you have any other comments?

"Well, I'll act it out, I'll act it out."

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That evening, Nick Fury received a message from Natalie, indicating that Dr. Bruce Banner, the Hulk, was very willing to join the Avengers.

Almost the next day, Natalie's report was on the director's office desk. It was tens of thousands of words long, detailing in detail how she had persuaded Dr. Banner with reason and emotion.

The report is very detailed, including Dr. Banner's changes in demeanor during the conversation, Natalie's psychological analysis of his subtle facial expressions, and finally Natalie's personal evaluation of Dr. Banner.

Without transforming, he is a rational, highly intelligent scientist with high emotional intelligence, who knows when to advance and retreat and makes choices. However, once transformed, he is uncontrollable and is not suitable to be a member of the Avengers.

This is a very fair report, excellent enough to serve as a model.

Even the evaluation of Dr. Banner is based on objective facts and the perspective of the team as a whole, without any personal subjective opinions.

This pleased Nick Fury greatly, who thought to himself that Natalie was indeed a trustworthy confidante. He put down the report and picked up another one from the table.

Among the agents who participated in the mission was a mole planted by Nick Fury, who also wrote a report, describing the mission from an observer's perspective.

Generally speaking, it is consistent with Natalie's report, with only minor differences.

Nick Fury put down the report and sealed it away himself. He did this not because he distrusted Natalie, but because his position determined his decision. As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he could not overly trust anyone to prevent infiltrators from within the organization.

Even if he trusts this person very much!

In other words, Nick Fury always treated his role as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. as a mission, constantly reminding himself that he was an agent infiltrating the enemy.

He was surrounded by enemies, and all eyes were on him. He could not relax for a moment, lest he expose his weaknesses.

He has always done a perfect job, controlling the overall situation and keeping all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents firmly under his control, without any slip-ups so far.

On the third day, Nick Fury randomly selected two agents to carry out the mission and rushed to produce two reports to confirm the mission details once again.

Three identities, two reviews, four reports—at this point, he was finally convinced that the mission had perfectly achieved its objective.

Immediately afterwards, Nick Fury secretly set off to meet with Dr. Banner.

Dr. Banner acted very coldly, showing no concern for his Avengers identity, and told Nick Fury directly that he had joined the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D.

He wouldn't participate in the work of a secret agent; he was tired of hiding and just wanted to find a quiet place to live.

Furthermore, he doesn't need to know who the enemy is, nor does he need to devise detailed tactics for him, because he can't control the Hulk after transforming, so any detailed tactics would be useless to him.

Nick Fury nodded in agreement. Dr. Banner's words were exactly the same as those in the report. He was also very satisfied with Dr. Banner's attitude. He made no demands and did not want to know who he was fighting or what the reasons were.

These are exactly the soldiers he wants!

It wasn't that Nick Fury was dissatisfied with the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but rather...

After all, he's a secret agent. Judging from my own experience, I always felt that he wasn't trustworthy!

……

On the other side, Strange was carefully adjusting the corners of his mischievous cloak collar in front of the mirror.

Because of the problem with his fingers, Strange simply used magic to shave his beard clean.

Strange looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

It feels like only yesterday that I was like that person.

Back when I was recovering from a serious illness, I wasn't happy. The nerves in my hand were severely damaged, and I felt like I was useless.

It wasn't the kind of devastating destruction. In Strange's professional opinion, the damage to his hands was very even, as if it had been measured with precision instruments.

He is now unable to live independently. His trembling hands cannot control his strength, and when he holds a razor, it looks like he is committing suicide by slitting his throat. He needs the help of the apartment staff to enter his home.

As a top figure in his industry, Strange was an elite member of society, enjoying countless accolades and accolades. But after falling from grace and becoming a worthless nobody, he refused to accept this fate and tried every possible method to heal his hands.