Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Banner looked at Azu and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Mr. Starr, this is no joke."

"You know what I am. I'm a ticking time bomb. If it weren't for you just now... this place would already be hell."

Banner lowered his head in anguish.

"I will bring you disaster."

"disaster?"

Azu walked up to Banner, his smile vanished, and his expression became serious and earnest.

"Bruce, look at me."

"Do you think the Hulk is a disease? A curse?"

"No."

Azu shook his finger.

"Hulk is power, pure power. The problem isn't power itself, but the person who wields it."

"You're running away from him, you're suppressing him. You're treating him like a caged wild animal. So when he comes out, all he'll do is be angry and destroy."

Come to Water.

Azu extended his hand to Banna.

"I assure you, Bruce."

"I will help you completely solve the Hulk problem. Not by eliminating him, but by accepting him."

"One day, you will find that Hulk is not your enemy, but your strongest asset."

Banner looked at the hand reaching out to him.

how many years?

Everyone wants to use Hulk, or they want to kill Hulk. No one ever offered to help him accept Hulk.

Moreover, the scene of Azu beating up Hulk just now is still vivid in my mind.

This is probably the only person in the world who can truly "convince" the Hulk physically.

After a moment's thought, Banner finally took Azu's hand.

"……Thanks."

Welcome to our family.

Suddenly, the sound of dense propellers came from the sky.

More than a dozen helicopters painted with the logos of major news media outlets, including CNN, BBC, and AFP.

They had been circling on the outskirts, not daring to approach Hulk's battlefield.

Now that the battle is over, they can't wait to find a place to land, eager to get firsthand information.

"Well then, goodbye both of you. Remember to send your resume to Ashley; she'll arrange your pre-employment medical."

Azu waved to Banner and the others, then turned towards the direction where the reporters landed.

Before the helicopter had even come to a complete stop, the reporters jumped out and rushed toward Azu, disregarding the danger that the ruins might collapse at any moment, their microphones almost poking into Azu's face.

"Mr. Homelander! Is all of this related to S.H.I.E.L.D.?!"

"What are your thoughts on Hulk's atrocities in Sokovia?"

"Was that Tony Stark? Should the Avengers also be held responsible for this destruction?!"

"Would you sue the Avengers?"

Azu released Banner's hand and switched to "business mode".

"Dear media friends, please be patient."

He raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Walter will hold a detailed press conference later regarding this battle. Right now, our priority is to treat the wounded..."

Sudden.

Azu paused in his speech.

As if sensing something, it suddenly turned its head and looked at the ancient castle on the hillside not far away.

His brows were furrowed, and his ears trembled slightly, as if he had heard something.

"What's wrong, Homelander?"

A bold reporter held up the microphone and asked.

"Shh..."

Ah Zu raised one finger, signaling everyone to be quiet.

A few seconds later.

"Dear journalists..." Azu's tone turned somber, his expression shifting from shock to anger.

"The battle is over, but justice... has not yet been served."

"I'll be leaving for a bit!"

"What?!"

The reporters looked at each other in bewilderment.

Before they could react, Azu had already gotten up and slowly flew towards the castle.

"Hurry! Hurry!!"

"Hurry up and keep up!!"

The reporters went crazy, grabbing their cameras and running over there. This was an exclusive scene for Homelanders!

When they ran breathlessly to the foot of the castle, they witnessed a breathtaking scene.

Azu hovered in mid-air, his eyes shooting out two precise heat beams.

"Sizzle—!!"

A thick stone wall covered in moss was cut open by the crimson heat of the gaze.

The stones collapsed with a loud crash.

Sunlight streamed into the damp, dark room.

"Oh my god..."

A female reporter covered her mouth, tears welling up instantly.

The camera lenses were shaking.

The scene inside was laid bare before the cameras of the entire world.

It was a huge prison area.

A group of ragged children were imprisoned in dozens of small, transparent isolation wards.

The older one looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, while the younger one was only eleven or twelve.

They huddled in a corner, their eyes filled with terror. Some had various tubes inserted into their bodies, and some still bore the marks of electric shocks and chemical experiments on their skin.

This is hell.

This is a living hell hidden in the darkness of the civilized world of the 21st century.

Azu landed slowly and walked in on foot like an ordinary older brother.

"No...don't come any closer..."

A little girl in a hospital gown screamed in fright when she saw Ah Zu breaking through the wall and hugged her knees tightly.

"Don't be afraid...child, don't be afraid."

Azu walked step by step toward the little girl, his voice as gentle as water.

He crouched down, ignoring the disgusting slime and wounds on the girl's body, and stretched out his arms to hold the trembling little body tightly in his embrace.

"It's alright...it's alright..."

"You can all go home now... I promise..."

"Wow--!!!"

The moment the little girl felt that warm embrace, her long-suppressed fear finally erupted, and she burst into tears.

This cry was like opening an outlet for pent-up emotions.

All the children gathered around, their cries blending together.

Ah Zu knelt on the dirty floor, letting the children hug him.

He opened his arms, trying to embrace everyone.

He let the children's tears and snot soil his uniform.

He looked up and was met by cameras from various media outlets outside the hole.

And Azu's azure eyes were brimming with tears.

That was anger, compassion, and an indictment of this cruel world.

"Snap, snap, snap—!!!"

This scene was frozen in time.

Light Shines into Hell

This photograph will undoubtedly win the next Pulitzer Prize, becoming a footnote to this era.

……

At that moment, another tremendous roar echoed over Sokovia.

A supersonic vertical takeoff and landing transport aircraft painted with the "Vot Medical" logo hovered nearby.

The landing platform was deployed, and dozens of Water Medical personnel in white uniforms rushed out pushing rescue equipment.

"Kids! Don't be afraid! There are unlimited hot dogs, pizzas, and Woolworths energy drinks!"

"Those who can't move, get them on stretchers! Those with minor injuries, come with me!"

With the help of Water's professional rescue team, the injured child was immediately put on a stretcher and wrapped in a warm blanket.

The wounded were treated one by one.

Ah-Zu stood up, handed the little girl in his arms to the nurse, and then walked in front of the camera.

"I don't want to speculate," Azu said into the microphone, his voice low. "But I assure the whole world, whoever did it, no matter where they're hiding."

I will find him.

"I will make him pay the price..."

Before Azu could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out nearby.

"Oh my god! Look at this!!"

A reporter from The New York Times is standing in front of a control panel in the laboratory.

He originally intended to take some close-up photos of the experimental equipment, but unexpectedly discovered a computer that had not yet been destroyed.

On the computer screen, an encrypted file is being decrypted.

With trembling hands, the reporter clicked to open the link.

The title of the file immediately caught the eye; it was the distinctive black eagle shield emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Document Code Name: Project Secret Warrior

And in the approver's section of the document, a name was signed in a flamboyant, illegible handwriting—

Nick Fury.