The Dead Master of Beautiful Manly

Chapter 62: Yellowbird

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The soft medicinal liquid enters the mouth and repairs the broken body.

The five internal organs regained their vitality, the broken bones automatically connected, and even the magic power that was less than half was quickly restored under the effect of the medicine.

Feeling his body being completely renewed in an instant, he pushed himself up with both hands and stood up from the dusty concrete floor.

The previous intense battle had left his clothes in tatters, with blood stains from his injuries still on them.

He looked down at his body which had regained its whiteness and angularity.

I kicked my legs and stretched my arms, but didn't feel anything unusual.

The effect of the comprehensive recovery potion was better than expected.

The recovery time was also faster than he expected.

The only thing that made him feel regretful and heartbroken was that he had run out of stock.

After a moment of hesitation, he walked to the hole that he had crashed into and looked towards the battlefield where the roar was coming from.

Two giants of the same height were fighting each other in a crowded street.

The panicked fleeing crowds and the frantic honking of horns due to traffic jams became the soundtrack of the battlefield.

He made a quick assessment and leapt from the area which was four stories high to the ground, quickly moving in the opposite direction of the battle.

Hatred, or rather the fact that Bronski almost killed him, naturally made him angry.

But he also knew very well that he was not qualified to participate in a battle of this level at present.

Moreover, if everything develops according to the plot, he won't have to fight hard to defeat Abomination himself, Hulk will help him do it.

Now, I should first get the Hulk blood that I originally intended.

Otherwise, if he waited too long, he was worried that some unexpected situations might occur.

His body was running wildly on the road at a speed far beyond the limits of the human body. Even passers-by who were running for their lives couldn't help but look at this ragged man.

Colin ignored those meaningless looks. After arriving at the bottom of the building where the loud noise was first heard, he jumped hard, grabbed the exposed windowsill with both hands, and in a few leaps, walked into the laboratory through the hole in the wall.

The lab was pitch black, perhaps because of a short circuit.

But this does not affect Colin's sight.

He kicked aside some tables, chairs and equipment that blocked his way, stepped over the body of the soldier who had fainted on the ground but was still somewhat alive, and arrived at the storage room.

Rows of blood bags were placed in glass cabinets. Colin reached out, broke the glass, and threw the blood into his backpack.

Bronski, an ordinary person, can be killed by just one bullet even if he had been injected with some body-strengthening drugs before.

But after being injected with Hulk's blood, his body alone has reached the point where he is not afraid of most thermal weapons.

Even though there are too many coincidences, it has to be said that this blood is indeed a treasure.

Of course, most people are unable to truly harness the power contained in their blood.

But for Colin, who has a relevant inheritance, he has enough confidence to do it.

The roar of battle could be heard clearly even from several streets away.

After completing his first goal, Colin found a white coat in the laboratory to change his tattered clothes, and then rushed to the battlefield.

In the initial stage of his plan, all he hoped to obtain was Hulk's blood, and he wanted to obtain it as covertly as possible, using this power as a trump card to be used at a special time in the future.

But now, after being unilaterally beaten by hatred on the street, the so-called hiding and the so-called trump card are naturally no longer valid.

Therefore, he set his sights on hatred itself.

No matter how Hulk's blood is analyzed, it will take a long time to achieve the effect he needs.

Moreover, the strength of the creatures created at that time may not be as strong as he expected.

But hatred is different. Colin has personally experienced its power.

Although if he started looting, he would inevitably offend the giant US military.

But as the saying goes, too much debt doesn't worry you, and too many lice don't itch.

There are already enough forces eyeing him, so he doesn't care if there are a few more.

Anyway, there is the pretext of the plague. Generally speaking, there will be trouble, but it can be withstood for the time being.

The army continued to gather towards the battlefield, and the two giants fought wantonly, spanning several city blocks.

Colin mixed in with the crowd, keeping a distance of about a hundred meters.

The previous lesson was profound enough, and he didn't want to be dragged into it again in this battle that was about to come to an end.

As time passed, seeing Hulk pick up the thick iron chain and strangle the neck of Abomination, Colin became spirited and ready to go over and take advantage of the situation at any time.

"Hulk!!!"

He roared so loudly that the sound waves seemed to be real and stirred up the dust on the ground.

The abomination, with its neck tied with a chain as thick as a fist, struggled with all its might, and the ground within a radius of several meters dropped dozens of centimeters during the constant struggle.

Hulk didn't answer, but he clenched his teeth. Thick blue veins popped out on his green arms. He used all his strength to endure the final counterattack of hatred.

Gradually, the force of the counterattack became weaker and weaker, until Abomination completely fainted.

Hulk sensed the situation and threw away the chains in his hand. He stepped on Abomination with his feet like a blanket and roared to the sky.

It was at this time that nearby police and troops arrived, holding guns and aiming at Hulk.

Colin, who was hiding not far away, did not show up immediately.

Instead, he waited until Hulk walked far enough away and General Ross began to order the surrounding military and police to drive away pedestrians and prepare to lift the Abomination into the car before he crossed the blockade and appeared in front of Ross.

A group of military police subconsciously raised their guns and aimed at Colin.

Ross stared at Colin, stretched out his hand and pressed down on the surrounding area, narrowed his eyes and said: "Are you the young man who stopped Bronski before? I thought you were dead."

Even he could see on the screen how ferocious that punch was.

And now this person actually appeared in front of him intact, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.

“Almost.” He looked at the Abomination lying on the ground with a slightly complicated expression, raised his head and responded: “If I didn’t have some tricks up my sleeve.”

Even though he kept reminding himself in his heart that he was far from being invincible, the increase in strength and the success of his recent actions made him involuntarily a little arrogant.

And now, I am completely awake.

The hatred that had beaten him like a dead dog before was now lying here like a dead dog. There could be no clearer warning than this.

"Are you interested in joining the army? I can give you the rank of captain."

Ross started recruiting, and Colin turned around and said in surprise: "It seems that you have a wide network of contacts. You can suppress such a big thing."

"Unfortunately, I came here for another purpose."

Shaking his head to refuse, Colin walked to the side of Abomination, and under the gazes of the people around him who almost popped their eyes out, he lifted the unconscious Abomination with great effort and threw it into his backpack.

"What did you do?!" Ross asked angrily.

"General, you can ask S.H.I.E.L.D. about me. As for what I did..." Colin stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. With the appearance of the space door, Colin walked in and said in a clear voice, "Of course it was robbery!"

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