Perhaps because of the busy official business, General Ross did not stay for a long time. Although he seemed to have many things to ask Eric for advice - such as his lifelong pursuit: Super Serum and the second generation imitation that created the Hulk and hated - but for some reason, he didn't say much in the end. He hurriedly completed the handover procedures, had a brief conversation with Eric, and made an appointment to leave after meeting next time.

Before leaving, he stuffed Eric a miniature remote control device in front of Bronsky.

"I know you are Superman, but life is better with this thing. It can make the barking wild dogs obediently exit the courtyard and allow you to have a good night's sleep every night." General Ross did not hide his emotions. He pointed to the bravest warrior who once was, and later went astray with a strange smile.

Everyone looked along his fingers, Emil Brownsky ​​stood alone, with a cold expression on his face.

"The yellow button is an electric shock warning. If he is still disobedient, press the red button. With a bang, his neck will be broken into two pieces, and the safety of the citizens will be kept--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After seeing off the general and the door was closed, the hatred did not become relaxed. Perhaps the year-long prison life taught him to enjoy the beauty of loneliness, so even after taking off the special shackles that bound his body, he did not mean to say hello to others. He wandered in the hall, from the kitchen to the bathroom, to the training hall, every public room, and finally stood quietly on the balcony and looked at the scenery outside.

As the sun sets, the light refracts through the clouds, allowing the entire earth to bathe in a magnificent orange-red glory.

It was soon supper time again.

"He doesn't look very happy. Maybe he doesn't like the meal I cook." Turning his head and looking at the balcony, Fitz turned around and whispered. He was not only a genius in mechanical aspects, but also a good cook with a good level of skills, so Eric has always been a girl who has been here to take care of the kitchen rather than a girl who loves biochemistry. It is rare that a new member joined today, so he finished his work earlier than usual and prepared a big meal waiting for the celebration. However, the new member ignored his call and still stood on the balcony to let the air, so now there are only three people on the dining table as usual.

"It's not your fault, Fitz." Jenma comforted him. "I think Mr. Bronsky needs to adjust for a few days. After all, he stayed in Alaska for three hundred days, and I heard it was desolate, and he might be a little uncomfortable just back in New York."

"Uh, I know it's presumptuous to say this, but he won't suddenly turn into hatred and hit us, right?" Fitz moved his chair to Eric and asked in a low voice. He knew hatred was powerful and wanted to get Eric's safety guarantee.

"Fitz!" Jenma turned his head sensitively to look at the balcony, and then whispered to her friend. Eric took out the remote control given by General Ross and pushed the boy.

Compared to the language guarantee, the electronic tools obviously reassuring Fitz, he smiled apologetically and then returned to his position.

"By the way. What are you doing recently? I see you went out with a box in the afternoon?" Eric asked something else casually. He didn't want the rookies to always worry about the new members' destruction.

"Just help your friends, they will set out for New Mexico tonight." Fitz stammered shyly.

Jenma sneered and exposed his background next to her.

"He is helping his girlfriend as a tool for observing astrophysics, and he actually uses government property to undertake private business. This is shameful." The girl accused her. Her tone was sour, as if her beloved toy had been snatched away by a stranger.

"Don't say that, I'm just doing Jane a little favor, and she's not my girlfriend yet." Fitz quickly defended himself and explained to Eric. "And this also helped to carry out work in the future. Through it, I designed each device as a micro-drone with its own capabilities. Some were responsible for recording the size and quality of the target, some were responsible for observing the density and radiation of the substance, and one was responsible for handling odors. They could help complete many difficult tasks when doing tasks, so not only astronomers can use it, but we can."

"I believe." In Jenma's contempt, Eric raised his cup with a smile and read the evening newspaper he sent not long ago: "At 4:00 p.m. today, a warm scene was staged in Hudson Square. The young hero Leo Fitz, who appeared in the crane building destruction incident a few days ago, hugged two women affectionately and gave generous gifts. It is believed that the two women, Jane Foster and Daisy Louise, were the victims in the incident and were saved by Mr. Fitz at the critical moment of life and death. This hug once again proves that the superhero has a strong attraction to the opposite sex...Reporter Peter Parker."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Fitz quickly snatched the newspaper, took a quick look and then piled it up in a ball. "I just gave them away. What gifts are simply nonsense. They are obviously those drones for detection, and who is Peter Parker? Isn't that Spider-Man? He must be resentful that Jenma drew his blood to do an experiment last time..."

The boy retorted fiercely, looking at his appearance, if Peter was in front of him, he would have to jump up and argue.

This little episode distracted the young man from the attention of the young man. Fitz, who had come by Bronsky, didn't notice it. When he and Jenma had enough arguments and stopped, they found that the food on the plate had been completely cleared. Mr. Abominable was stuffing the last piece of smoked salmon into his mouth.

"I've heard of you." Ignoring the resentment of the two novices with empty stomachs, Bronsky pulled off the napkin on his chest and said to Eric. "I've heard your name very early. In Russia, you're more famous than Captain America. You attacked Rome and wiped out the army in Kursk. Many people call you a demon from the New World."

"Should I be sorry?" Eric also ate something, holding a cup of coffee and nectar wine to taste slowly.

"No, I have no relatives to die in your hands. On the contrary, I always admire you at that time." Bronsky wiped his mouth and fingers with a snow-white napkin and wiped the grease on it. "I lost my relatives very early and stayed in an orphanage run by the army. Because I was shorter than my peers, I was always bullied before I was sixteen. At that time, I often remembered the stories my mother told me when I was a child... About you and Captain America, I drew strength from the stories and finally survived the hardship and became an excellent warrior."

"It's a very touching experience." Eric nodded slightly. "But Steve's deeds are not more similar to you. You have a similar starting point. According to the principle, you should like him more."

"If things were all based on reason, Bruce Banner would have been killed by me. The reality is that I replaced him as a test subject for Ross' villain. Banner was still alive, accepting people's cheers, and being with Ross's beautiful daughter." Bronsky dropped his napkin and sneered. At this time, the sky had completely darkened. The milky white light in the restaurant reflected cold light on his white teeth. The temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly dropped a few degrees.

Fitz shrank his neck and turned to block in front of Jenma.

However, the person Brownsky ​​was following was obviously not the two rookies, but the one sitting directly opposite him.

The man was shaking his cup gently at this moment and looked over leisurely.

"It makes sense, please continue." Eric said with a smile.

"I admire your strength, and I also want to be a truly powerful person like you. During the Cold War, Americans said that you and Captain America were both the result of technological transformation, and used it to intimidate the Soviet Union. My compatriots hated you, but I saw your strength, so later when I knew I had the opportunity to walk on your path like Banner, I caught up without hesitation." In the quiet restaurant, only Bronsky's voice echoed, and gradually the atmosphere became a little depressed.

"What?" Fitz couldn't help but interrupt, and Jenma quickly kicked him down.

"Then?" Brownsky's eyes slanted. Seeing the murderous aura in his eyes, the blood of the two rookies suddenly solidified.

"Then I became like this, defeated by Hulk, locked on the operating table every day, living like a dog." Bronsky said word by word, his voice getting heavier and heavier. "Ross told me that I could get freedom by making contributions, so I worked for him, but he lied to me. As soon as he returned, he locked me up again, and took half of my blood away before coming today. I couldn't figure out why I couldn't beat Hulk, but later I realized that anger is the source of our strength. I just didn't understand enough before! I knew why Ross was so easy to talk to this time and was willing to let me go because he was afraid of me. There was a monster in my heart, and his name was hatred!"

Emile Brownski's voice grew louder and louder, and he almost roared at the dining table in the back.

At the same time, his body gradually expanded, his skin showed yellow bones, and a hideous barb appeared through his clothes.

Fitz and Jenma have been paying attention, but now they find something wrong and jump up almost at the same time, their little faces are pale and hide behind Eric.

"Mr. Eric, remote control!" Jenma reminded loudly.

"Is this?" Eric picked it up casually, and saw that the things that determined his life and death fell into the control of others. The hatred that had just risen was stiff.

Before he could make up his mind, the dining table sounded, and the miniature electronic switch was thrown by Eric amid the screams of the two novices and slid along the table to the other end.

Hatred was stunned for a moment before he realized. The giant yellow hand quickly reached over and the switch immediately disappeared from the table.
Chapter completed!