Marvel: I'm just the Supreme Master's sidekick.

"How's it going? Is my research effective?"

"It only lasts for a few seconds, then it will return to normal."

"Don't worry, I have some new ideas."

"What should I do? Please tell me immediately."

"We need your blood sample and data."

"Alright, Mr. Lan, please wait a moment."

The man typed the last line in the encrypted chat software, then closed his laptop in disappointment.

Beside him was a microscope and some rudimentary experimental equipment.

His blood was contained in several test tubes.

He was powerless to stop the red blood cells from turning into "green cells".

He felt both fortunate and disgusted by the changes in himself.

He miraculously survived the gamma rays of that intensity;

However, the price was turning into a non-human monster.

The man casually picked up this morning's newspaper, which still contained his reward information.

It appears the military has sent many people to find him.

Fortunately, this place is not on his home turf, so the military cannot make a big show of arresting him.

After putting on the factory uniform, the man slowly walked out the door.

In addition to work, he also booked an emotional management class today.

His teacher was a fellow worker who claimed to be an expert in the South American "Renja" technique.

Pushing open the creaking, rusty door, the man entered the empty classroom.

"Do you remember what I taught you last time?"

The coworker closed his eyes, looking profound and unfathomable.

"Remember, no matter what happens, getting angry is never the first choice."

The man nodded and explained the theory from the previous training session.

He then sat down on the ground.

However, before he could even sit down properly, his coworker suddenly slapped him hard across the face.

Before the man could react, there were two more "slaps!"

The readings on the man's wristwatch began to spike—his heart rate had reached 160.

No, it can't go any higher, something bad will happen.

The man, feeling humiliated, quickly took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"That's right, you did a great job."

Seeing that the man had calmed down, his coworker patted him on the shoulder to encourage him.

Yes, this kind of training is conducted every two days.

Perhaps only after getting used to it will I not easily surrender my emotions and body to that big guy.

The man shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head.

His coworker hit him a little too hard, making him feel a bit dizzy.

"Stop dawdling, you two, get to work!"

The foreman then pushed open the door and shouted loudly at the man and his coworkers.

With no other option, I brushed the dust off my clothes and hurried to work inside the factory.

"So this is the kind of brain-dead class you're taking?"

"Who are you?"

As soon as he stepped out the door, the man was stopped by a stranger.

"Don't be silly, Banner. He's just taking the opportunity to hit you."

"That's to keep me from getting angry."

"Haven't you realized that he simply doesn't like you?"

Banner was increasingly puzzled. Who is this guy? Why is he talking to me out of the blue?

Just then, the stranger handed her a business card.

The label reads "Qin Wuying, Strategic Defense and Offensive Logistics Support Bureau."

Although the name "Bureau" is quite a mouthful, it's clearly an official department.

Oh no, does that mean they're coming to arrest me?!

Banner sensed something was wrong and turned to run.

They didn't even bother to look back.

"Hey, why are you running so fast? I'm not trying to catch you."

"Aaaaaah! What the hell?!"

After running into a dark alley, Banner assumed that Qin Wuying had not followed.

As it turned out, the other party was waiting for him in the alley ahead of time.

That's incredibly fast...

Moreover, Qin Wuying's fright caused his heart rate to spike.

Oh no! Another scare after my intense run—I'm about to break 200!

"Hurry...hurry up and go..."

Banner collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching his aching chest.

In another half minute, he would lose control of himself.

However, Qin Wuying stood still, seemingly oblivious to Banner's words.

"Ugh! Haaaaaah!"

The muscles were swelling, and green was gradually creeping up Banner's entire body—

Qin Wuying slowly extended a hand toward the other party.

The ring was sparkling and radiating energy.

The muscles are shrinking, and the skin color has returned to normal.

Indeed, this is one of the Ten Commandments' abilities: influencing the minds of others.

Using this mechanism, Qin Wuying forcibly lowered Banner's heart rate and temper.

Banner was panting heavily, still not having recovered.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation; he was interrupted during his transformation into the Hulk.

How could that be?

At this moment, the heart rate on my watch is only 102.

"How...how did you do that?"

Banner struggled to his feet, quite surprised.

"It's nothing, it just lowered your heart rate, it won't cure you."

The hope that had been ignited was extinguished in an instant.

However, Qin Wuying walked up to Banner and shoved a communicator into his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Green. Here, take this. Call me if you need it."

"You, are you Mr. Lan?!"

The other party knows the code name in the secret communication software!

"No. But you should go find him as soon as possible, because your signal has already been cracked."

As he spoke, Qin Wuying took out a tablet.

The tablet displayed a map of the small town, along with some constantly moving red dots.

"General Ross's task force is almost here."

Why are you helping me?

Banner looked up from the screen, wanting to know Qin Wuying's motives.

But Qin Wuying has already disappeared.

Looking down again, I realized the tablet was gone too.

Without having time to think about Qin Wuying's identity, Banner quickly rushed home.

The military must never obtain any of the information here.

The blood sample was secured in a special box, and then the laptop was packed inside—

I think I heard faint voices outside my door.

There was also the sound of something being pressed against the door—

Oh no! Banner clutched the suitcase and laptop bag tightly and jumped out of the window to escape.

"Bang!"

After a brief explosion, the fragile door collapsed.

Several fully armed soldiers dressed in black stormed in.

They conducted a thorough search of the entire house with guns.

However, apart from the experimental equipment, they gained almost nothing.

"I'm sorry, General, we let him escape again."

The man in charge directed his men to retreat while reporting the situation over the walkie-talkie.

"Emil Bronsky, you have disappointed me greatly."

General Ross's annoyed voice came from the other end.

Bruce Banner was incredibly fast; they couldn't catch him on several occasions.

Twice they finally caught up, only to be badly injured by the Hulk.

"Excuse my bluntness, sir, but we only have one option left."

"That's what the man called Emil Bronsky said."

His eyes revealed a kind of determination and ferocity; he was always eager for battle and glory.