A black officer and a middle-aged general with white hair and beard stood on the low slope next to the airport, checking the elite army that was gradually forming below.
"General, I have gathered all the soldiers you want. They are the elites among the elites! Of course, there is also a top one!" The black officer grinned and said confidently.
'Buzz!'
Just at this moment, a military helicopter slowly slid sideways and landed. The soldiers and officers looked up and saw that the cabin door was wide open. A blond young man was sitting on a seat next to the door. His face was indifferent and his hair was messy. He looked like a top soldier who was decisive and ruthless.
"Amyb Bronsky, born in Russia, seconded from the British Royal Marines, the best all-around soldier in the world." The black officer said proudly, "I believe that no one is more suitable than him to carry out that secret operation."
"Joe. Don't speak too quickly. If you knew, I successfully invited..."
Before General Thunderbolt could finish his words, he saw a private helicopter flying into the airport with the distinctive logos of Stark Industries and Supernatural Agency on the fuselage.
"He's here, hurry over." General Pili waved his hand, left the hillside with a slightly excited look, and trotted towards the airport to pick him up in person.
The black officer was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly moved to catch up.
A private helicopter and a military helicopter landed almost at the same time, and they were the last batch of military elites summoned.
In addition, Officer Qiao, the convener of this mission, and General Pili, the person in charge, both showed up in a hurry to pick up the plane, which inevitably attracted the surprise and attention of many soldiers on the scene.
Amybu had just jumped out of the cabin with his backpack on his back when he saw the famous General Thunderbolt walking towards him. No matter how tough he had been, he was still secretly surprised.
"General!" Amibu stood up and saluted respectfully, but General Pili just nodded slightly, passed by him quickly, and headed towards the private helicopter that was parked on the ground.
The cabin there opened, and a silver-haired young man walked down slowly. He was only wearing a set of casual clothes with a hood, and yawned boredly. It didn't seem like he was here to fight because of the call, but more like he was here for vacation.
But the moment he appeared, the entire military base airport fell silent, and the soldiers and officers on the field opened their mouths wide in shock and excitement.
It’s like seeing a living legend walking out of a precious military documentary archive!
After contacting the owner of the email last night, Kyle left Yutong at the new company in New York and came to the base alone with Venom and Vesper to accept the invitation.
As soon as he left the helicopter cabin, he saw an old-looking general approaching him, so he asked, "Are you General Pili?"
"General Thunderbolt, that's just a nickname given by others."
General Thunderbolt held Kyle's hand tightly, lowered his posture, and looked directly at him with red eyes, "Mr. Kyle. My name is Ross Taylor. You can call me Ross. I am the son of Joseph Taylor."
"Joseph's son?"
Kyle was stunned, and a scene flashed through his mind, showing a new recruit sparring with a combat instructor at sunset more than sixty years ago.
He said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I last saw you. Is Joseph in good health now?"
"Father, he passed away 20 years ago." General Ross' eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Kyle sincerely and said, "Before he passed away, he often muttered your name in a daze. It was a pity that we couldn't contact you at that time, so he couldn't see you one last time."
Kyle didn't say much. He patted General Ross's shoulder comfortingly and sighed softly.
This is what ordinary human beings do. Birth, aging, sickness and death are all normal.
Kyle walked towards the office of the base while talking with General Ross.
The black officer was still standing blankly at the airport. From the moment he saw Kyle appear, he, like the soldiers around him, fell into a dreamy trance.
They actually invited the symbol of peace - is this so-called secret mission to destroy a country? !
"A symbol of peace." Amibu quietly clenched his fists, a layer of dark haze appeared in his eyes. Even someone as proud as himself had to bow his head at this moment.
No matter how high you have reached in the army, even if you are at the top level of the world's soldiers, there is a whole new level above this level. No soldier can catch up or even touch it, they can only look up to it.
In the general's office.
After Kyle sat down in the chair, General Ross closed the door, took out a confidential document from the drawer and handed it to him.
Kyle didn't bother to be polite with him. He opened the file and looked through it. It contained information about a young man and a thick stack of confidential files.
"What you are holding now is Bruce Banner's personal file, as well as the confidential file on the Hulk incident."
General Ross briefly explained: "Bruce Banner was originally a biology professor at Culver University, working on a biological cell technology enhancement project. Later, due to a biotechnology accident in the laboratory, he was exposed to a large amount of gamma radiation, and his body mutated, turning into the extremely powerful green creature in last night's video. We call it the 'Hulk'!"
Kyle flipped through the documents and found a lot of pictures at the back, all of which described the size of the army and where and when they fought the Hulk.
In all the battles, big and small, the military suffered a total defeat! In the pictures, tanks and fighter planes were all crushed and shredded into a pile of scrap metal without exception!
General Ross continued, "After several failed attempts to capture the Hulk, he disappeared. For the past four years, the military suspected that he had reverted to human form and was hiding somewhere in the world."
"You are in such a hurry to contact me because you found someone?" Kyle smiled and judged.
"That's right." General Ross nodded and said solemnly, "Two days ago, an old man bought a bottle of drink produced in Brazil in a supermarket in New York and died on the spot after drinking it. The doctor detected a very high level of gamma radiation in the drink. After two days of sending people to investigate, I am sure that the Hulk is hiding in Brazil! I have also basically determined the specific address!"
"Just find the person." Kyle nodded, put down the document, looked directly at General Ross and asked, "Are you sure you will follow my instructions throughout this mission?"
"Of course!" General Ross nodded decisively.
"Okay then. Now, I'll give you my first order."
Kyle said in a deep voice: "For this mission, all combat personnel are assigned to logistics to evacuate and guide ordinary people who may be affected."
"The Hulk, I will take care of him alone!"
Chapter 240 The Battle of the Strongest Creatures
A cheap single room for rent in the Rocinha slum, Brazil.
The decoration of the room is too old and simple, and the wall paint is peeling due to age, but the various furniture are arranged simply and neatly.
In the dim light coming in through the glass window, a young man with messy hair and wearing only a pair of shorts was sitting cross-legged on a small square straw mat.
He controlled his breathing evenly and began to slowly lower his eyelids, practicing an Indian yoga breathing technique, which is to use abdominal breathing to slow down the pulse and thereby adjust the emotions of the body and mind.
But soon after he closed his eyes, his vision disappeared into endless darkness, and a green monster trapped in the cage of his subconsciousness roared at him angrily.
The green, violent and powerful cells that filled the blood and genes were rapidly eroding and infecting other red blood cells.
"Whoosh—"
The curly-haired young man began to pant rapidly, his face looked slightly hideous, veins on his forehead bulged, and cold sweat poured out, soaking his whole body. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he was still on the verge of losing control of his body...
“Don’t come out!”
The curly-haired young man growled and suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't know when his hands were clenched tightly with sweat.
He hurriedly looked at his left wrist, where there was a physical watch that monitored his heart rate. The number on it, which had just exceeded 200, began to gradually decrease, approaching the normal value of over 100.
"Here we go again." The curly-haired young man laughed bitterly.
After hiding in Brazil for more than three years, mastering ancient yoga and integrating into local life, as long as I control my emotions and don't get angry, I won't turn into the Hulk who only knows how to fight and destroy.