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Chapter 78 Banner Trapped

Pain and anger.

A mix of emotions.

Banner barely managed to open his heavy eyelids, but wave after wave of drowsiness made his eyelids slowly close again.

Banner was only able to stay conscious thanks to the sheer anger in his heart.

Banner wanted to escape; he didn't want to be a test subject again.

But how could Banner, who could barely lift his eyelids, possibly break free from the heavy restraints and escape the laboratory?

He could only stare upwards. Although he couldn't see or lift his head, he could feel that someone was watching him from above, as if he were an experimental animal.

"General, why do I feel like the Red Giant is watching us?"

Dr. Harvison looked at Banner with a puzzled expression. Although Banner did not open his eyes, he had a constant feeling of being watched.

And that gaze came from Banner, or at least, he thought it came from Banner.

"Doctor, that's just your imagination. Your task is simply to study this beast and figure out the source of its power. Don't think about anything else."

Brigadier General Williams stopped Dr. Harvison's unfounded speculations, and Banner is now being well taken care of by them.

With the help of the Church of Dagon and the Brotherhood of the King in Yellow, those artifacts, supposedly blessed by the gods, are suppressing Banner, preventing him from waking up again.

Especially the amulet hanging around Banner's neck; according to the Ancient One, Banner would have difficulty waking up as long as the amulet wasn't taken away.

Brigadier General Williams' two former colleagues had both died in the war against Banner. He was quite happy with his current life and didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

He didn't want to come to this research on Banner, but he couldn't go against his superiors' wishes, so he had no choice but to come despite his reluctance.

During his tenure, Brigadier General Williams consistently used a gentle approach, trying to avoid conducting research that would be too intense and wake Banner.

However, the current progress is too slow, which has caused some dissatisfaction among the higher-ups. Seeing Banner's inability to wake up, perhaps they could increase the intensity of the research?

Dr. Harvison was one of the additional personnel assigned to him during this period when the higher-ups were dissatisfied with the progress.

Dr. Harvison was a renowned biologist at a top research institution in Washington. His life was filled with countless experimental data and scientific hypotheses, and the exploration of the unknown world was his greatest passion.

However, this tranquility was shattered one morning.

As he stepped into the laboratory as usual, ready to begin a new day of research, several soldiers in black uniforms with stern faces suddenly burst in, presented an encrypted document, and claimed that he needed to participate in a highly classified mission at a secret underground base in the city.

At first, Dr. Harvison was filled with doubt and unease. He tried to ask for more details, but all he received were vague answers and unquestionable orders.

As he arrived here, far from everything he was familiar with, various speculations began to surface in Dr. Harvison's mind.

It wasn't until he stood at the entrance of this heavily guarded, futuristic laboratory that he realized he was being drawn into a research project far beyond his wildest imagination—the study of "divine messengers."

At first, he wondered if these people were just looking for trouble. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening in New York, so he didn't know what had been going on there.

Or rather, even if they knew, they wouldn't think of it in the way of God. At most, they would think that a laboratory or street experiment sample had a problem, and then the media, with a penchant for sensationalism, would exaggerate it and turn it into a "war".

In America, this kind of thing is perfectly normal.

Even now, although he understands it wasn't an accident during the experiment and knows Banner's power.

But is it really necessary to have a biologist like him research divine power?

This is utterly ridiculous; they might as well just find a priest.

"Doctor, we want to intensify our research on Banner. What do you think?"

Despite his reluctance, Brigadier General Williams had no choice but to say this; if he didn't produce some results soon, he would become the result.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Harvison frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of hesitation and confusion.

"Brigadier General, I must emphasize that my understanding of theology is not in-depth; my expertise lies in biology and genetics."

Dr. Harvison's tone was calm yet firm.

"Increasing research efforts is certainly commendable, but we must ensure that our methods are scientific and reasonable, and avoid acting blindly. Otherwise, we may not only fail to achieve the expected results, but also risk unpredictable consequences."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts to convey his point more effectively: "Furthermore, from a biological point of view, Mr. Banner's physical mutation is highly unusual; it seems to be a fusion of some unknown energy or substance."

If we want to gain a deeper understanding of this power, we need to conduct meticulous research at the cellular, molecular, and even genetic levels. This requires time, sophisticated instruments, and a wealth of data, rather than simply increasing the intensity of the stimulus.

Brigadier General Williams' expression was somewhat complicated upon hearing this.

He understood that Dr. Harvisson's concerns were not unfounded, but the pressure from above forced him to seek a faster breakthrough.

He sighed and said slowly, "Doctor, I completely understand your concerns. But the reality is that we have already spent a lot of time, and the progress is far from what we expected. The higher-ups are very dissatisfied with this, and they want to see substantial results."

"How about this," Brigadier General Williams proposed a compromise.

"We can adjust our research strategies appropriately while ensuring scientific rigor."

For example, using the latest bioinformatics technology, we can conduct in-depth analysis of Banner's gene sequence, and combine this with knowledge of neuroscience and energy science to try to decipher the nature of the power within him. Of course, all of this will require your professional guidance and supervision.

Dr. Harvison nodded, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll do my best. But please remember, if Banner is actually provoked and wakes up, that's not my responsibility; it's your job to handle it."

Brigadier General Williams gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement with Dr. Harvison's statement.

Anyway, this base is very close to the Yellow King Brotherhood's chapel, so if anything happens, they can ask for help in time.

With the decision made, the atmosphere in the laboratory seemed to become heavy, and the researchers began to get busy with their next research.

For Banner, all of this seemed to be irrelevant to him.

He remained trapped in endless darkness, his body bound by cold instruments, his consciousness struggling between anger and pain.

However, deep within his heart, a faint light still shone—a yearning for freedom, and...

(End of this chapter)