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Inside the crater.
Black smoke filled the air. Occasionally, faint electrical sparks flickered through the wreckage, triggering secondary explosions here and there.
From any angle, the scene looked eerie and terrifying—nothing like a conventional weapon strike.
This alone was enough to make many warlords' eyes turn red with greed. The power of that weapon was beyond imagination. If they could get their hands on it…
Just thinking about it made their breathing heavier and their heartbeats faster.
But the moment they looked at the shattered armor and the still-menacing Fengshen unit, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
The silver-armored war god was terrifyingly strong—even capable of going toe-to-toe with the Hulk. How could something like this possibly be stolen so easily?
Not long ago, several generals had repeatedly pressured Nick Fury, only to be pushed back every time.
No one knew what kind of persuasion Fury had used, but he actually managed to secure Council support. Damn it.
But how could such an important military-grade humanoid weapon be left in the hands of an unknown private individual?
The military must obtain humanoid mech technology—absolutely must.
Pressure was immediately applied to Nick Fury again, demanding the true identity of the silver-armored war god.
If a few generals weren't enough, then the entire military would act together. If that still failed, Congress would intervene. If Congress failed too, then the public would be mobilized.
Under the will of the nation, anything uncooperative would be crushed—including even billionaire Tony Stark.
Only national will could resist national will.
The unconscious Banner slowly regained consciousness. In front of him was the heavily damaged Fengshen armor.
His body instinctively shrank back. After transforming into the Hulk, Banner's consciousness entered a fog-like state, like a dream he could barely remember.
But certain impressions remained—especially the fact that this "metal monster" had beaten him down.
A newborn calf fears no tiger… unless society teaches it otherwise through brutal experience.
For example, being violently whipped by a bald purple "sweet potato."
At this moment, Hulk clearly knew no fear at all.
Beep-beep-beep—
Banner's heart rate suddenly surged.
"No… no… no!"
He forced deep breaths, desperately trying to suppress his emotions and prevent Hulk from re-emerging.
Every time Hulk appeared, it was a nightmare for Banner—and for everyone else.
The frustration of losing control, the guilt of countless injuries and destruction… it could drive him insane.
Limulu also felt a chill run through her. If Hulk went berserk again, even Black Flame Thunder might not be enough.
She might have to use her ultimate trump card: [Ironclad Berserker].
Of course, the more hidden the trump cards, the better.
Kacha.
The metallic helmet on Limulu's head lifted upward, revealing her cute and youthful face.
"Hulk, calm down. I don't want to fight you anymore. If possible… I actually want to be your friend."
Banner was stunned.
Be friends with Hulk?
He didn't mishear that, did he?
Who in the world didn't see Hulk as a monster and avoid him like the plague?
And what did she mean—be friends with Hulk?
Shouldn't she be trying to be friends with Bruce Banner instead?
Then Banner saw Limulu's face clearly—and his expression froze.
The invincible "silver war god" who had controlled Fengshen and knocked Hulk down…
Was actually such a cute girl?
Are you kidding me?
Hulk's intelligence was still low, and he couldn't properly understand Limulu's words.
But strangely, her goodwill still somehow reached Banner.
At least… things weren't getting worse.
Huff… huff… huff…
Banner sat down cross-legged, forcing himself into stillness, slowly calming his mind.
A few minutes later.
Bruce Banner let out a long breath, as if he had just survived a life-or-death battle.
Barely… but he made it through.
He looked at Limulu with complicated emotions.
"Be friends with Hulk? Do you even know what you're saying?"
Limulu smiled mysteriously.
"Of course I do. Hulk isn't really a monster. He's just another version of you—one born earlier, emotionally immature, and easily angered."
Banner became emotional.
"You don't understand… you don't understand anything. Hulk is a monster. A beast. He only destroys. He ruined my life. He ruined everything. All I can do is keep researching until I completely eliminate him one day!"
Limulu said nothing more.
At times like this, shallow persuasion was useless.
"Bruce!"
"Bruce!"
They both turned.
Betty Ross was lying at the edge of the crater, bruised but conscious, calling Banner's name.
"Betty!"
Banner waved frantically, visibly agitated.
Limulu: "..."
She had just been force-fed dog food.
So this is what it feels like.
Getting involved in other people's relationships is asking for trouble. No wonder the father-in-law keeps chasing him down.
And she used to think Banner was the weakest superhero in Marvel—forget she ever said that.
Limulu patted Banner's shoulder.
"Your girlfriend is amazing, Banner."
Banner nodded earnestly.
"Betty really is great."
Limulu looked at Betty with admiration.
"When I first saw her, I already decided I wanted to be your friend."
Banner was touched.
Even knowing Hulk existed, she still wanted to be his friend… that kind of sincerity was precious.
But something about that sentence still felt… weird.
"From the moment I saw Betty, I became your friend"—what did that even mean?
Limulu patted Banner again.
"Don't worry, Bruce. Go ahead and leave. I'll take care of Betty."
"..."
A black line appeared on Banner's face. He nearly lost control again.
I, Bruce Banner, will never have a friend like you. Never. Ever.
And also—don't call me Bruce. We're not that close.
Limulu grabbed his arm and led him toward Betty.
She really wanted to talk to Betty too—but restrained herself.
A friend's wife should not be touched. She had principles.
Yes. Limulu's moral standards were very high.
She was just joking earlier. Absolutely no intention of "stealing." Really. More sincere than gold.
"Time to go."
Limulu turned gracefully and walked away without looking back.
The posture was almost like a peacock opening its feathers.
Betty's eyes lit up. Banner gritted his teeth, wanting to chase after her and punch her.
What neither of them knew was that not long after Limulu left, a fiery ring suddenly appeared ahead of Fengshen—sparking and burning continuously in the air.