Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 153 Thor and Hulk

"Hulk, wait a minute!"

Thor immediately realized the situation was bad, but before he could finish speaking, he was grabbed and lifted up.

He felt dizzy, and the ceiling and floor in his field of vision switched several times in a very short period of time.

By the time he realized what had happened, his back had already slammed heavily onto the ground.

Then he was lifted up again and slammed down to the other side.

Pick it up again, then smash it again.

Left once, right once, left once, right once.

Hulk grabbed Thor's calf with one hand and slammed him repeatedly against the ground like he was grabbing a human flail.

Each impact was accompanied by a dull thud and a shockwave that spread outward from the point of impact.

After being smashed dozens of times, the alloy floor beneath their feet finally gave way.

With a tearing scream, the entire structural panel broke in the middle, and the two people fell to the ground, crashing into the next compartment.

In that instant of weightlessness in mid-air, Hulk instinctively released his grip on Thor's calf.

Thor seized that fraction of a second of space, launched himself out of the other's palm, flipped in the air, and landed relatively steadily.

He stood up, rubbed the back of his head, and hissed in a cold breath.

Then he looked up at Hulk, who was crawling out of a pile of twisted and deformed metal debris.

"You idiot, you have absolutely no strategy when you fight. As a warrior, that's not a good thing."

"Hulk!" Hulk roared, opening his mouth wide, clearly not accepting the assessment.

He took a step forward, causing the metal plate beneath his feet to dent further, then raised his right fist and slammed it straight down at Thor.

Thor did not dodge.

He raised his right forearm above his head, forcefully blocking the green fist that was bigger than his body.

But Hulk's fist didn't retract after it stopped; instead, it continued to press down, layer upon layer of force, like a hydraulic press that never stops.

Thor's right arm began to tremble under the constant pressure, and the muscles in his shoulder were stretched to their limit.

Left with no other choice, he raised his left hand as well, crossed his hands above his head, and barely managed to keep his fist an arm's length above his head.

But Hulk only uses his right hand.

He continued to apply pressure with his single fist, and the force not only did not diminish, but instead, driven by anger, he jumped higher and higher.

Thor soon realized a fact he was reluctant to admit:

In terms of pure physical strength, he probably couldn't beat this big green guy.

If this stalemate continues without using the power of thunder, we might really be crushed by the opponent.

When Tony finds out, he'll have a sharp tongue that will hurl insults at him for years to come.

He spoke immediately, his tone deliberately exuding composure: "Hulk, that's enough for today. I don't want to use all my strength against you."

Thor was not lying.

He simply wanted to fight the Hulk with his own physical strength and see just how much this big guy, whom Lee En was particularly concerned about, really weighed.

If he summons Mjolnir now, and combines it with his own lightning power, he is confident that he can completely suppress the Hulk in a short time.

But even he, with his recklessness, knew that in a place like a space carrier, he absolutely could not unleash lightning indiscriminately.

A full-power lightning bolt would strike, paralyzing all of the ship's electronic systems within seconds.

At that point, let alone continuing the mission, it would be a miracle if this iron coffin didn't fall from the sky.

"Hulk!" Hulk completely ignored his high-sounding closing remarks.

He seemed to have heard Thor's earlier comment about "warriors," but clearly misunderstood it to mean the exact opposite.

So he continued to increase the force of his right fist, determined to decide the outcome with pure physical strength.

"Stop right now!" Thor shouted again.

Hulk grinned, his lips curling upwards into a smile that was anything but friendly.

Then he clenched his left fist and swung it at Thor from the side.

boom.

Thor was hit squarely by the punch and flew to the side, breaking through several layers of alloy partitions before regaining his footing in the ruins.

He gripped the edge of a crooked alloy plate tightly with both hands, using it to pull himself out of the wreckage and stand up straight again.

Then he felt a very subtle tingling sensation on his face.

It's not pain, but that numbness that moment after the skin is cut open, before the wound even has a chance to feel the pain.

He reached up and touched his cheek, then turned his palm over and saw a very thin line of red liquid on the back of his hand.

Thor's eyes widened.

His lips slowly pursed together, forming a very tight straight line.

Her entire face, starting from her neck upwards, turned red at a visible rate.

Thor, son of Odin, the god-king, and crown prince of Asgard, was bleeding from the blow.

Thor stood still, straightened his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

He didn't call out Mjolnir's name, nor did he unleash any lightning power; he simply opened his hand.

Then, a muffled whooshing sound came from the upper deck of the mothership, and Mjolnir flew back towards Thor's palm in the shortest straight line.

It smashed through all the alloy partitions, pipe cavities, and fire doors along the way.

Each impact was accompanied by a dull metallic tearing sound and a burst of sparks.

The moment the hammer handle returned to Thor's palm, a faint blue arc of electricity spread outward from the handle, sweeping across his entire body.

Hulk roared as he charged forward, his feet leaving a series of deep craters in the metal floor, making him look like a green cannonball that had been launched.

Thor stood still.

He raised Mjolnir to his ear, began to rotate his wrist, the hammer spinning faster and faster under his palm, and then released his hand.

Mjolnir, propelled by its spinning momentum, slammed straight into the Hulk's belly.

The kinetic energy of the hammer combined with the power of lightning erupted simultaneously at the point of contact, sending Hulk's massive green body flying backward.

Hulk, along with the hammer on his stomach, smashed through layer after layer of alloy steel plates.

The sound of metal being torn apart traveled down from the upper deck of the mothership like a vertical seismic wave.

Finally, they crashed through the lowest armored hull of the mothership and plummeted straight down from a height of several thousand meters.

Hulk, baring his teeth and claws in mid-air, reached out and grabbed the handle of Mjolnir's hammer, which was still pressing against his stomach.

He tried to remove the object from his body, but he found that no matter how hard he strained his muscles or how tensed his arm, the hammer in his hand wouldn't budge.

"Hulk!" He opened his mouth and let out a frustrated roar towards the shrinking mothership.

But under Mjolnir's pressure, his body continued to fall towards the ground at an accelerated rate.

On the mothership, Thor stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread wide.

A moment later, Mjolnir transformed into a silver-white streak of light and flew back up from the hole that had just been smashed through the bottom of the mothership, landing steadily in his palm.

Thor glanced down at the intact hammer in his hand, then glanced at the tiny green dot below, which had shrunk to almost nothing, and gave a soft hum.

His tone carried an extremely calm assessment of the outcome.

"I won."

He dusted himself off, turned around, and decided to check if his younger brother was still in that glass cell.