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Chapter 183 Beast
The lone prisoner in the cell stared for a while at the image on the wall in front of him, staring into his formidable yellow eyes, as if trying to ascertain whether it was a real image or whether it was because he was in the stuffy, Hallucinations from being trapped in a boring prison for too long.

Probably anyone with basic thinking skills would have this question, because a blonde with a hot body and a sexy dress is probably the last thing in this dead prison.But she looked so lifelike.She smiled wickedly and said in a light voice, "Relax, big man. I'm real, not your fantasy. My name is Amora, and I just want to talk."

After a pause, she added, "Or, I brought someone to chat with you."

So she might also be able to read minds.This woman was like a roundworm in his stomach, she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Amora stepped aside and disappeared from the picture on the wall.Then came Baron Zemo in a purple jumpsuit.Their alternation felt like being in and out of a TV camera, and the prisoner couldn't help but wonder if some idiot in this prison was too busy to pull off this farce to amuse him.

"Colonel Bronski." Zemo looked at the big man who was restrained like a giant steel cocoon from the wall, and said, "I have heard the name for a long time, and I am very happy to meet you at last."

The prisoner in the shackles narrowed his yellow eyes and let out a heavy snort.

Emile Bronski, this is his original name, but it is also a name he has long since abandoned.

He was born in Russia but grew up in England.The number of feats he has received since joining the army is staggering, and his resume in the army is so beautiful that it almost looks fake.He was seconded from the Royal Marine Corps to the U.S. Special Operations Command, and performed various special missions. He is proficient in all weapons and is good at completing tasks in various situations. He is almost the king of soldiers.

According to the feats he made, he should have been promoted to a higher military rank, but he rejected every opportunity that appeared in front of him. The reason is very simple, because he is a fighter, a fighter born for the battlefield.He enjoys every mission, enjoys the hail of bullets on the battlefield, and enjoys the excitement of blood pumping when leading the team to charge into battle.

It seems that only when he holds a gun in his hand and clearly feels his heartbeat and pulse, can he truly come alive.

But the years are not forgiving, and Bronski, who is in his 40s, will soon lose the glory of his peak period.As a soldier, both his body and spirit began to age, but he was still full of fighting spirit.

A new opportunity appeared in front of him, that is Hulk.

His brilliant and beautiful resume was spotted by General Ross, the leader of the Hulk capture team, and Bronski was recruited into this special team to capture Hulk, which also became the beginning of his opportunity.

From his first encounter with the Hulk, a certain beast within Bronski was awakened.Hulk's barbaric and strange power, the destructive power that can sweep away everything, attracted him deeply.He began to become obsessed, and even felt that this was what he must have in his entire life.

He received some kind of special drug injection under General Ross, and gained a powerful physical ability similar to that of a "super soldier".In the follow-up actions, he was lucky enough to obtain the extract obtained from Bruce Banner's blood and inject it into his body.

From that moment on Emil Bronski ceased to exist.They gave Bronski a new name - Abomination.

Like Hulk, he transformed into a savage giant with infinite power, and got the power to sweep everything as he wished.The explosive energy in his blood, the omnipotent pleasure made him lose his mind for a moment.

He rushed to the streets of New York and confronted the entire Hulk capture team head-on.Powerful thermal weapons such as heavy artillery and missiles did not threaten him at all, and tanks and armored vehicles became like paper models in his eyes. At that moment, he almost felt that he was invincible.

Until Hulk fell from the sky, gave him a haibian and beat him half to death.So now he has become like this, locked in layers of shackles in this lifeless prison, a stick-shaped mechanical device half a meter in diameter is inserted into his spine, continuously injecting into his blood With some kind of chemical, he couldn't use the strange power of moving mountains and seas at all.

"Yes, I know your name and everything about you," said Baron Zemo. "You are an admirable warrior, a real strong man. I admire you very much, Colonel Bronski. Is it your skills and talents, or is it something you acquired through acquired methods." He paused, looked at the abomination, "...talent."

The loathing made no sound, but the breath in his nostrils seemed to be getting heavier.

"A strong man with outstanding talent and power like you should be superior to others, instead of being slowly decayed in such a corner where no one cares about. And I, Baron Zemo, can just provide you with such an opportunity, A chance to break free from your prison and claim everything that was yours—and more. If you agree to be a part of what we’re going to do next, I can help you get out of this place right now.”

Zemo in the picture seems to have taken a step closer.

"I know you can't move, and you can't make a sound, Colonel Bronski. But you don't have to. If you say yes, it only takes a couple of blinks, and that means you're willing to join the gang, and you'll be able to get out in no time.

Just a reminder, once you agree to join, there is no option to back out. "

Almost without thinking, Hate blinked his eyelids twice.

Either way, he's had enough of this damn place.As long as he can get out from here, he will be happy to do anything.

"Very good." Baron Zemo nodded, as if making a gesture behind him.

After a few seconds, Hate felt as if the device that had been penetrated into the spine moved.The heavy mechanical cylinder let out a deep mournful cry, as if it had been pulled out from his neck by an invisible hand.Blood spurted from the wound on his back, but the wound that penetrated deep into the bone marrow in just two or three seconds was healed by his powerful self-healing ability.

The power returned to his body in just a few seconds after the cylinder was pulled out, and the domineering power that made him intoxicated came back!He felt his blood heat up again, and restless flames swept across his limbs, like a pile of extinguished dry wood being rekindled!
The loathing let out a thunder-like roar from his throat, his arms bulged, and the layers of indestructible super-strength composite metal that bound his body were broken in a series of violent crisp sounds.After several years, he finally stretched out his arms again, raised his head and roared high-pitched. The roar echoed like thunder in the confined space.

He is free again!

(End of this chapter)