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Mark quickly caught up and launched a series of punches at Hulk.

"Bang bang bang!"

He unleashed tremendous power, tearing Hulk's flesh apart and breaking his bones.

Although Hulk was trying his best to resist, his resistance was becoming increasingly powerless against Mark's stronger attacks.

Fortunately, Hulk possesses a powerful regenerative ability, and his injuries are healing rapidly.

The intense pain caused Hulk to roar furiously, "Roar! Hulk!"

This anger can enhance Hulk's power, but there are limits to how much that power can be increased.

Once the Hulk's power reaches a certain level, no matter how angry he gets, it will stop increasing.

"It seems this is Hulk's current limit!"

After figuring out the opponent's strength limit, Mark quickly appeared behind Hulk and struck him hard on the neck with his palm.

Mark is extremely strong in strength, speed, and defense, and has no weaknesses.

Compared to him, Hulk's speed is noticeably weaker.

"Pfft!"

Hulk was already exhausted, and now that his vital points had been hit, he collapsed to the ground.

Hulk's body shrank rapidly, quickly transforming into Banner's appearance.

At this moment, Banner's eyes were closed, and he fell into a coma.

When Banner transformed into the Hulk earlier, his clothes were already torn, and now he was left with only his underwear.

Mark didn't want to face a naked man like that.

He leaped away from the jungle and returned with a men's suit.

Mark threw the suit at Banner and blew a cold breath at him.

"hiss……"

Stimulated by the low temperature, Banner finally woke up.

Feeling the pain in his body, he forced himself to sit down on the ground, and then he saw Mark in front of him wearing a tight-fitting suit and a red cape.

"Super-Superman?!"

Banner's mind flashed rapidly through fragmented memories of his time as the Hulk.

Thinking about the scene of the other party beating up the monster he had transformed into, Banner felt even more pain in his body.

"Dr. Banner, I used a bit too much force in trying to bring you back to consciousness. Please forgive me!"

Mark offered a half-hearted apology to Banner.

Feeling the chill, Banner quickly put on the suit Mark had thrown to him.

"Thank you for the clothes! Also, who are you, and why did you stop me just now?"

He thanked Mark first, and then asked.

Banner clearly didn't believe that the other party had stopped him when he turned into a monster just to beat him up.

"Who I am is not important. What I want to know is, Dr. Banner, what are you going to do next? Given General Ross's style of doing things, is he going to let you off the hook?"

Mark didn't answer; instead, he asked a question.

Faced with Mark's question, Banner couldn't help but look confused: "Perhaps I should leave the Federation and go to another country!"

Now he's a monster, and facing General Ross's pursuit, he has no choice but to flee the Federation.

But leaving the Union would mean losing his current identity, job, family, and friends, which Banner was extremely reluctant to do.

This feeling of reluctance to part with Betty is especially strong when I think of her.

"If you don't want to leave, you can actually stay in the Federation!"

Mark noticed Banner's reluctance and advised him, "After all, you're not wanted by the Federation; it's just General Ross who wants to arrest you! As long as someone helps you hide your identity from the military, you can continue to stay in the Federation."

In reality, only General Ross truly wanted to capture Banner, and even he couldn't represent the entire military.

If Banner flees abroad, General Ross can use more military resources to deal with him.

On the contrary, if he stayed in the country, as long as Banner kept his identity hidden, General Ross would not be able to use too much military force to hunt him down.

"Would you possibly help me?"

Banner looked at Mark with a hint of disbelief.

“That’s right, I’m confident I can keep the military from finding you! And even if they do find you, I can guarantee your safety.”

Mark would be somewhat hesitant if it meant going against the entire Federation.

But he had nothing to fear from the military alone—or rather, from General Ross.

Banner didn't believe Mark would help him selflessly, so he asked, "Then, what can I do for you?"

"It's simple, I want you to work for me in the future."

"If you can really handle the trouble from the military, then of course there's no problem."

Banner agreed to Mark's terms almost without hesitation.

He really has no other choice now that he's in this situation.

"It was a wise choice!"

Mark nodded, then reached out and grabbed Banner: "Now come back with me! I'll tell you what the work is like after that."

He took Banner into the air and flew towards Payne Manor.

"Hiss, this..."

Seeing the two of them flying high in the sky without any tools, Banner couldn't help but gasp.

He felt his worldview was about to be turned upside down.

Although his behavior after turning into the green monster was exaggerated, it was still within the realm of science, and Banner understood the underlying principles.

But things like Mark carrying people through the air are beyond Banner's explanation.

Two hours later, Mark brought Banner back to Payne Manor.

When Rosalie, Lina, and the others learned that Mark had returned with another person, they were used to it and didn't take it to heart.

Mark then returned to his original appearance and revealed his true identity to Banner.

"What! You...you're only seven years old?"

Banner was shocked once again upon learning Mark's real age.

He never expected that the green monster Superman he had just beaten up was actually a child in disguise.

Mark ignored the other man's shocked expression and simply said, "Come with me, I'll take you to see someone first."

He led Banner toward a three-story villa in the estate.

This villa is Mark's laboratory building, where he keeps all his experimental equipment and tools.

Brandon, whom Mark brought back from the Blood Axe gang last time, was also placed here by him.

During this time, Brandon has been working diligently to produce various weapons and equipment for the armed personnel under the Payne Group.

This increased Mark's trust in him considerably, and he was ready to entrust him with some more important tasks, which is why he brought Banner to meet him.

"Are you Brandon?"

"Dr. Banner!"

Mark was surprised to learn that the two had known each other for a long time.

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"Do you know?"

Mark was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, boss, we met at an international conference once."

Brandon replied.

"I heard about your story later and felt a little regretful. I never expected to meet you here."

Banner said with a sigh.

Both were once geniuses in the scientific community, but now one is an FBI fugitive and the other is someone the military wants to arrest. They are truly brothers in misfortune.

"Dr. Banner is currently being hunted by the military."

Mark recounted Banner's previous ordeal to Brandon.

"Hmph, the Federation is hopeless! I never thought that even a good person like Dr. Banner would suffer such persecution!"

Brandon looked indignant, feeling that Banner's treatment was unfair.

"Now that you know each other, it will be easier to cooperate in the future."

After the two finished catching up, Mark spoke to them.

"Mark, what do you want us to do?"

Banner looked at Mark and asked.

If Mark hadn't appeared, he might have continued to be hunted down by the military.

Now that Mark is willing to take him in and protect him, Banner is also willing to work for him as previously agreed.

"Now that our Payne Group has sufficient funds, it's time to put some of my previous plans into action!"

Mark then told the two of them his plan.

After witnessing Jarvis's use of a constellation of satellites launched by Stark Industries to monitor the globe, Mark had the same idea.

If Payne's Group had its own satellite constellation, combined with Alice's powerful computing capabilities, it would be much easier for Mark to search for anyone on Earth in the future.

Furthermore, when Mark enters outer space to absorb sunlight, it can also maintain communication with the ground by launching a large number of satellites to form a network cluster.

However, the group previously lacked talent in this area and had insufficient funds, so Mark had to shelve the plan.

Today, Future Medicine is rapidly making money by treating terminally ill patients, and Mark has top-notch research talent like Banner at his disposal, giving him the conditions to realize his plan.

"The aerospace industry does indeed have enormous potential for the future, and the technical difficulty required to manufacture satellites and launch rockets is not too high. Leave this job to me!"

After hearing Mark's plan, Banner nodded and accepted the task.

"Brandon, from now on you will serve as Dr. Banner's assistant and help him complete his work."

Mark looked at Brandon and gave him instructions.

While Brandon wasn't a top scientist like Banner, he was certainly qualified to be an assistant.

"Yes, boss. It is my honor to work with Dr. Banner."

Brandon excitedly agreed.

He had always admired Banner's knowledge, and now that he could work as his assistant, he could learn even more from him.

"It may take about three months to apply for a satellite launch permit from the air traffic control authority. During this time, you should first set up the basic framework. Tell me what kind of personnel and materials you need."

After Mark finished explaining everything, he left, leaving the two of them to discuss their future work.

The next day, Mark informed the group's president, Talia, and asked her to set up a new subsidiary—Payne Aerospace.

The new company recruited a business talent named Freeman Elda through a headhunter to serve as the president of this subsidiary.

Mark then entrusted Freeman with the tasks of applying for satellite launch licenses, purchasing necessary company supplies, and recruiting various talents, which was also a test of the new president's abilities.

Only by completing these tasks can the other party secure their position as president; otherwise, Mark will have to consider replacing them.

Three months passed quickly.

By absorbing sunlight every day for three months, Mark simultaneously raised his thermal vision and super breathing to level 13.

The thermal field temperature of a Class 13 thermal imager reached 3500 degrees Celsius.

At such high temperatures, even tungsten metal melts rapidly. The outer shell of an armored vehicle and the fuselage of a helicopter will turn into molten iron upon contact and be directly melted through.