A gust of wind suddenly rushes, and then a figure appears directly in front of the huge and terrifying wild boar.

Facing the terrifying wild boar, he did not change his expression. He just stretched out his feet lightly, as if he had kicked a balloon, and kicked the wild boar like a mountain directly away.

Its huge head was kicked into pieces, and the massive amount of blood almost sprinkled the entire ground with red color. Faced with such a situation, Hulk, who still had a little consciousness, immediately opened his eyes wide and showed an incredible look.

As an enemy who has been entangled for so long, Hulk is very clear about the ability of this wild boar. Its power can be said to be terrifying. A building that is dozens of stories high can be smashed into pieces with a slight impact. A hill that is a hundred meters high can be arched with force.

Not only is it so powerful that it is scary, but it is even so powerful that it is terrifying.

Hulk was quite confident about his fist. It was no problem to break mountains and crack rocks with one punch. Even an airplane or a big ship could directly smash it into scrap iron. However, even such a hard fist could hardly cause any substantial damage to the wild boar.

A punch hit its forehead. Apart from making the monster stagger and dizzy for a while, it didn't have much effect. This was simply incredible. What's even more incredible is that such a monster with terrible defense and combat power could not hold on for a single round in front of this person who suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, he was kicked directly to a skull-explosive ending. This really made Hulk feel unacceptable.

But no matter how unable to accept him, he cannot deny the reality that happened in front of him. Compared with this fact, what he needs to care more about is the identity of the person in front of him.

His body had begun to gradually change back to Bruce. Banner's Hulk had regained his most important wisdom and reason. He looked at the guy who suddenly appeared and saved his life. After hesitating for a few years, he opened his mouth and asked to him.

"Who are you? Why are you here? And, why do you want to save me?"

Bruce cares very much about the identity of the person in front of him. Because it is related to whether he is an enemy or a friend. If he is a friend, it is of course the best. But if his identity is an enemy, it would be too bad.

Such a powerful enemy is really not something that Bruce is willing to provoke. If he has any malicious intentions, then he may even go out from here. Therefore, it is related to his own life, and he cannot be careful.

As if he felt Bruce's fear and fear of himself, Smith Zhou immediately smiled jokingly on the corner of his mouth.

"Why, treat your life-savior. The first thing you do is not to say thank you, but to question his identity and origin. This seems not to be something a superhero should do."

"Thank you for your help!" said Bruce, but he didn't mean to let go of his psychological defense. "But please answer my previous question. In this case, I must figure out your identity and purpose. This is related to what kind of attitude I should take to respond to you."

"I understand. You are scared."

The smile on his face became more meaningful, and Smith Zhou no longer kept Bruce Banner in any way. He said directly.

"I know you, Bruce Banner, the famous superhero Hulk among the Avengers. It can be said that your identity is the reason why I am willing to save you. Why should I save you? Regarding this, I can only tell you that this is for the sake of some people."

"For the sake of some people?" Banner, who didn't hear this very well, couldn't help but mutter. Then he began to carefully look at the person in front of him.

He has a tall figure, but he obviously looks like an Asian. In his impression, a person like this really has no memory. And looking at the people around him, I am afraid that no one will know such an Asian. Who will he be? For whom will it be? Bruce Banner couldn't help but have countless question marks in his heart.

Smith Zhou didn't mean to talk to him in depth. Maybe in his eyes, Banner was actually not qualified enough. So he just said this simply and then directly changed his subject.

"You don't have to worry about it so much. After all, it's just a small matter. And, compared to these irrelevant issues, don't you think you should care more about other things?"

"What other things?" As he reminded him, Bruce immediately remembered his original intention. He came to save this country in danger. However, he wanted to save it, and when he really took action, he found that things were not as easy as he thought. With the help of the little spider, he could barely rescue hundreds of people. Later, he could not even guarantee his own life safety, let alone protecting those ordinary people.

Along the way, he saw countless deaths. In the face of these deaths, he was so powerless. He had no choice but to watch those ordinary people being killed by monsters of one kind. This made him feel in his heart how ridiculous his original thoughts were.

He began to despise his incompetence and hate his weakness. But in the final analysis, these were just sympathy and compassion for the innocent people. He was always concerned about the threatened people on this land. So when Smith Zhou reminded him like this, he immediately became hoarse and asked in a low voice.

"Are those ordinary people still alive? Have you seen any rescuers? Can they continue to persevere?"

Such a sentence was full of careful desire. It fully reflects how uneasy Bruce was in his heart at this moment and how much he hoped that those people could overcome this difficulty safely. However, even though he felt these fluctuations in his heart, Smith Zhou did not give in to him at all.

He spoke bluntly about the current situation of this country, allowing this cruel reality to bring spiritual impact to Bruce in the most direct way.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid that the problems you worry about will not be as you think. Almost all the people here die almost. One out of a hundred people will survive is a miracle thing. So, if I were you, I wouldn't have too much expectations for such miracle thing. Because the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Why just increase your worries?"

Smith Zhou described the tragic situation of the country in an understatement, which made Bruce suddenly stunned and then became sad.

He thought about this situation, but when others told him in such a straightforward way, he still felt unacceptable for a moment. Pain, self-blame, guilt, and all these emotions rolled in his heart. At this time, he saw the old man in front of him.

I don’t know if it was anger or a ghost. At this time, Bruce actually spread his resentment on Smith Zhou and shouted at him.

"Since you have seen so many, why don't you save them? I see your power, your power can save many people. Why don't you save them? As long as you take action, you can save hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands. Is this kind of thing that is so difficult for you?"

"Difficult? Of course it's not difficult." Such a question made Smith Zhou squint his eyes immediately, and at the same time, the look on his face became disdainful. "But, why should I do this?"

"Do I have anything to do with these people? Have I ever said that I want to save people from water and fire? I am not like you, a superhero who saves the world. I am just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who cares about whether I am happy or not. I do whatever I want. So, I care whether those people are dead or alive!"

Speaking of this, Smith Zhou's tone suddenly became stern. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he directly caused a violent and violent wind to sweep Bruce's fragile body like a rag bag.

"And, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to say this to me? Bruce Banner, don't think that if I save you, you can talk nonsense in front of me and do whatever you want. I can save you, and of course I can kill you. So what should I do and what should I say. You have figured it out in your heart!"

Smith Zhou's threat was still very useful. Because of this threat, Bruce quickly woke up from that obsessive state. After all, he was just a moment of indignation, rather than really blamed Smith Zhou for all the blame. In addition, his life safety was indeed being held in his hand by the man in front of him. So he immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking like he had before.

After seeing his reaction like this, Smith Zhou turned his body and said to him with his back.

"Leave here. It's useless for you to stay here anyway. The dead people are dead, and no matter how sad they are, it's useless. So, instead of staying here, it's better to find your companions and see what else you can do. The Avengers can only play their best role together, right?"

These words made Bruce fall into silence. He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he found that the figure of that person had disappeared in front of him. He disappeared suddenly as if he was when he came.

At this time, a voice also came into Bruce's ears.
Chapter completed!