I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 139 Infiltration
"Hulk?"

When Steve and Eddie heard the name, expressions of surprise instantly appeared on their faces.

When they carefully looked at another photo handed over by Coulson, they finally understood the origin of the name.

In the photo, a burly green giant comes into view. His skin seems to be made of hard rock, exuding a terrifying power.

He held a car in his hands as easily as a child playing with a toy, and the scene made people gasp.

"Bruce Banner."

Coulson's voice was solemn. "He was just an ordinary man. However, during an experiment, his body was exposed to gamma rays and mutated. Since then, whenever he loses control of his emotions, he will turn into the Hulk and destroy everything around him irrationally. He is an extremely dangerous existence."

Eddie's mouth dropped open. "Are we going to have to fight this monster?"

Coulson nodded and continued, "Now that he's here, we have to be prepared for a conflict with him. Of course, this is the worst-case scenario."

Steve took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Then let's formulate an action plan immediately. The longer we delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for us."

"it is good!"

Coulson nodded without hesitation. He had already made sufficient preparations. He quickly pulled out several detailed combat drawings from the folder and spread them out on the table.

His fingers moved quickly across the drawing, pointing out key locations and action steps.

Steve and Eddie listened and offered suggestions from time to time, and soon their action plan took shape.

"Should we shout a slogan or something at this time?" Coulson looked at Steve with a smile.

Steve smiled, took a breath, clenched his fist, and waved his arm: "I declare that the God-annihilation operation has begun!"

This city in South America has a few high-rise buildings, but it is mostly a mess of slums. It is not rich, but rather a bit run-down.

Simple buildings are stacked together like building blocks, and many are even converted from old containers.

The narrow streets were crowded with people, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat and dust.

A decadent man with sunken eye sockets and obvious dark circles was wandering unsteadily on the street, holding a half-empty wine bottle in his hand.

Every step he took seemed extremely difficult, as if he would fall down at any time.

His steps staggered, his body lost balance, and he inevitably bumped into several passers-by.

Those who were hit glared at him angrily but didn't say much, as if such scenes were commonplace here.

Finally, the man's body could no longer support him and he fell heavily in front of a shabby tavern.

His face was pressed against the cold ground, the bottle rolled to the side, and the wine slowly flowed out and seeped into the dust and dirt on the ground.

His eyes were empty, as if he had lost all hope and dreams, leaving only endless fatigue and despair.

The hustle and bustle of the street continued, but to him, the world seemed to have stopped.

Many passers-by passed by, and occasionally someone would glance at him curiously, then quickly turn back, as if he was a foreign object that should not exist.

A group of teenagers kicked a football and passed by him. Their laughter was crisp and shrill. They pointed at him and laughed as if he was a funny clown.

But he didn't care about all this. His heart was numb and he just stared blankly at the blue sky.

After a while, the door of the bar opened and a graceful figure walked up to him.

He turned his head and his eyes were attracted by the deep shadow.

"Have you seen enough? Do you want to come in for a drink?"

"I don't have any money, will you treat me?"

She didn't say another word, just hummed softly, twisted her slender waist, turned around and walked back to the tavern.

The man suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, but the smile only stayed on his face for a moment before quickly disappearing.

Hehe, did you really take the bait?
He was Eddie in disguise. In fact, he didn't wear much makeup and looked very decadent, like a man who had lost all hope in life.

Such people are most likely to become other people's prey, but they don't know that those who look like prey are often hunters.

It was not a surprise that he chose to fall in this tavern. There was enough information to show that this tavern had close ties with the believers of those churches, and the owner was even likely to be a backbone of them.

Eddie's goal is to sneak into the church and obtain intelligence.

Now the first step is considered successful.

He struggled to stand up, brushed off the dirt on his body, slowly walked towards the tavern, pushed the door open and walked in.

A commercial vehicle was parked two streets away from the pub.

Steve sat in the car, not hiding his concern for Eddie: "Let him go alone, is that okay?"

"It's fine."

Coulson, who was sitting nearby, said with a smile, "Eddie used to be a reporter. He is the most professional in doing this kind of thing. He will handle it. Besides, he may be a little timid, but he is not weak at all."

"If anything goes wrong, he will at least have time to signal, and then it will be our turn to act."

"Yeah." Steve nodded, stroking the shield in his hand, ready to provide support at any time.

On the other side, Eddie pushed open the wooden door of the tavern, and the door hinges made a low creaking sound.

He stepped into the dim room, but was greeted by empty silence.

There were no noisy guests or cheerful music in the pub. There was only an old man with white hair behind the bar, quietly wiping the wine glass in his hand with his head down.

When the old man heard the door open, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and continued to wipe the wine glass attentively. His movements were slow and firm, as if he was completing some sacred ritual.

Just then, Eddie noticed the woman standing at the top of the stairs.

She glanced back at Eddie with a hint of teasing in her eyes. She didn't say anything, just smiled slightly, then turned and walked up the stairs gracefully, her skirt swaying gently behind her, as if silently calling him.

Eddie's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. He instantly understood the woman's intention. Her eyes and smile invited him to follow in her footsteps.

The old man was still immersed in his own world, and seemed to care nothing about Eddie's existence.

Eddie hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to follow.

The light upstairs was dimmer, and the air was filled with the aroma of stale wine.

Eddie saw a few tables and chairs placed upstairs, which looked a bit messy.

The woman was already sitting in one of the chairs, a glass of wine in her hand, sipping it elegantly.

Her eyes were still fixed on Eddie, and she said with a hint of smile: "Want to have a drink?"

Eddie's eyes were a little melancholy. Without saying a word, he walked straight to her, picked up the bottle of wine, and took a big gulp.

Oh no, I was careless. This wine tastes really bad.

(End of this chapter)