Accidentally draw out the black light virus, I am invincible

Stark knew that his worry was exactly the same as his previous self, so he patted Banner on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, this is just the weakest one in his place. The strong ones are released. There is no such thing as these armors. Didn't he solve the Cosmic Rubik's Cube incident last time?"

"This, this is it."

When it comes to the Rubik's Cube, Banner's eyes dodge a little.

Stark in front of him saw it but didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought it was a bad memory when he thought of it.

Mercer has another opinion, his power of observation is more than ordinary people.

This kind of dodging gaze doesn't seem like recalling bad memories, but more like doing something shameful to avoid the gaze.

"Cosmic Rubik's Cube? Isn't this thing here with me now? Why would he react to this topic?"

Moser looked at the two discussing. When Stark talked about the Rubik's Cube, Banner would always turn the topic to another direction and avoid talking about it.

His state suddenly reminded Moser of the original Marvel timeline that he knew, SHIELD used the Cosmic Rubik's Cube to make weapons.

And Banner has been staying in S.H.I.E.L.D. these days. Although he is not a weapon expert, if he really wants to dabble in this area of ​​knowledge, his brain will definitely be able to help.

Mercer has no doubts about this.

In the "Reunion 4" he remembered, Banner also independently researched the time machine, although it failed in terms of results.

But he really let Ant-Man go through the four stages of infancy, adolescence, youth, and old age.

Just like this, it can make people live forever, and there is no harm.

It is enough to show how smart Banner is.

"Forget it, I hope he knows what he's doing, and I'm too lazy to interfere."

The other party is already an adult, even if he is doing something bad, as long as it doesn't affect him, Moser doesn't want to take care of it.

I am not Grandpa Ring, and I went out of my way to remind them when I saw the other party taking a detour.

Now, he just wants to extract the Hulk's blood.

"Let's get down to business, Banner, give me some of your blood," Mercer said.

"Ah, that's bad, I forgot about this one, and I completely forgot about it when I rushed here."

Banner slapped his forehead. He didn't remember until Mercer mentioned this.

"Tony, do you have any blood extraction tools here?"

Stark shook his head, "No, how could there be such a thing here, it's not a hospital."

"Then I'll go buy it..." Banner turned to leave, but Mercer stopped him.

"No, I have a solution." Mercer stopped him.

Letting Banner walk to his side, the black light substance condensed into a black needle in Moser's palm.

Bring the needle to Banner's wrist, and the black light substance sticks to his blood vessels.

Banner felt a sudden coolness on his wrist, and knew that his blood was being absorbed by the other party, and couldn't help but feel Moser's ability.

Soon, Moser took back the black light needle, and there was already blood in it that was as long and wide as a little finger.

The blood was normal red, not the green that Mercer had expected.

Storing the needle in the storage space actually has nothing to do with helping Banner control the Hulk.

It's just that it's very natural to get Banner's blood in this way, saving Mercer from forcibly extracting the blood.

"Now, let's see how powerful the Hulk can be."

"what…?"

Moser's words hadn't brought Banner back to his senses, and he saw him punching hard from the corner of his eye.

This punch missed directly, but the strong punching wind still sent Banner flying.

"This..." The sudden attack made Stark puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Stay aside a little, I'll take care of the next thing."

Moser stepped forward, and Banner was hit on the wall. The huge force caused the wall to shatter, and the whole person sank deeply.

Roar--

A beast-like angry growl came from the dilapidated walls.

A huge green palm directly grabbed onto the broken wall and pulled itself out.

The Hulk Hulk stood in front of Mercer.

"Is this Hulk? It looks pretty good, much better than hating that ghost." Mercer murmured.

Comparing the two, hatred seems to be made out of random, so ugly.

Do good people mutate to look good?

Hulk naturally ignored Moser's muttering to himself. His legs were slightly bent and straightened out, and the power transmitted from top to bottom by his thighs allowed his huge figure to emerge smoothly.

Waving his huge fist with the sound of wind, he slammed it hard at Moser.

Full of momentum.

Stark on the side thought about it, if he was the one who was beaten, the result might be a bit uncertain.

My little battle armor is not enough for Hulk to tear it apart.

"It seems that I also have to start researching the armor against Hulk. If Hulk goes mad one day, someone needs to stop him."

In thinking, Stark's mind has already begun to take shape of the anti-Hulk armor in the future.

Bring your attention back to the present.

Hulk's attack is full of wind, and with one punch, his head will be turned into pieces of paper.

But under such an attack, Moser seemed very calm.

Hands in pockets, smiling.

Dodging quickly, Moser also gave Hulk a hit from time to time.

A punch here, a kick there.

Poor Hulk was played in the palm of his hand and could only rage there impotently.

Gradually, Moser became a little impatient from the indifferent at the beginning.

He was starting to get disappointed.