The days when I was making trouble in American comics

At night, the bright moonlight is mixed with the colorful neon lights, giving Manhattan a coat.

The top-floor offices of the Fisk Building were dark.

Without turning on the light, Jinpin sat alone on the huge sofa, looking at the moonlight that continued to shine through the gap, and fell into deep thought.

"Dong dong!"

The tranquility and peace were completely destroyed by the knocking on the door by his men. Kingpin snorted and said, "Come in!"

"Jinbin, they promised that the fastest batch of goods will arrive at the port tomorrow night."

"I see."

Kingpin said in the shadow, his fingers tapping on the table, his tone did not change much.

The subordinate bowed slightly, stepped back and closed the door.

"Looks like you're in trouble?"

A phantom stood behind Jin Bin. Emperor Shitian stood with his hands behind his hands, his robes billowing, and his black ice mask exuding a cold air.

"Sir, this is S.H.I.E.L.D."

Hearing this, Jin Bin said respectfully, and with a thought, crazy thoughts emerged.

"Oh? Did the person I asked you to check find it?"

Emperor Shitian said lightly, looking at Jin Bing with cold eyes.

"Dad, mom..."

Under this gaze, Jin Bin murmured with absent-minded eyes.

After a moment, he gasped for breath as if dehydrated, and his huge body fell down like a mountain, kneeling in front of Emperor Shitian.

"Sir, we already have some clues, but they hide them well."

Kingpin said in horror, two tears of blood falling from the corners of his eyes. Just now, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, when his father was not dead yet, the family lived happily together, and everything was so beautiful.

But suddenly, everything was torn apart. In the ending of that world, he was the one who killed his parents.

In a short period of time, Jin Bin experienced dozens of heart-cutting pains. He understood that it was Emperor Shakti's punishment for his little thoughts, but there was no way. The ants could not shake the elephant, and he could only accept it. .

"Tell me about S.H.I.E.L.D."

Di Shitian said majestically. The water droplets in the air were condensed into two ice crystal beads by his casual cold air, which he held in his hand and played with.

"Sir, they should be an organization similar to the CIA. Before, we didn't know what this organization did specifically. We just had several interactions with them earlier. But now it seems that it should be the official authority of the United States in charge of extraordinary powers. Organization, they have powerful energy weapons and a large number of people, so they should not be underestimated.”

Kingpin said that if the annihilation of the Defenders had not been disrupted by SHIELD, he would not have known that SHIELD had such a powerful armed force.

"Crack!"

Hearing this, Emperor Shitian crushed the ice into powder and said nothing, but his heart started beating at a specific frequency like an engine.

"Sir, we have also found several strongholds of SHIELD. There may be something you want in them."

Jin Bin continued to speak truthfully. Emperor Shaktian's actions shocked him. He felt as if his heart was being held tightly in someone's hands, as if his chest would explode in the next moment.

"Give me the address and I will go take a look, but not now. I will come again when you find those three people."

As misty as a fairy, Emperor Shitian did not leave without saying goodbye this time. He stepped firmly in the air with his feet, as if there were invisible stairs below supporting him, rising step by step, but the robe he wore was blowing in the wind. Not moving at all.

Respectfully handing over the note with the message, Jin Bin looked at the back of this god-like demon walking in the air, holding the coin given to him by Goenitz in his hand, his eyes full of desire and madness.

……

Brooklyn, St. Augustine's Cathedral.

The candle burned quietly, with a sacred meaning, illuminating the place clearly.

The blood stains on the golden tabernacle had long since disappeared, along with the beheaded child angel.

"Father, there is a demon inside me and I can't control myself."

In the dark and narrow confessional room, Bruce Banner whispered sadly.

Yes, he did not go far after that battle with Blonsky, but chose to hide under the lights and hide in Brooklyn with Betty.

After a while, a misty voice came from the other end.

"God loves the world. In fact, there is a devil living in everyone's heart. That is God's test for us. Only by defeating this devil can we reach the eternal kingdom of God."

Bruce Banner and the priest were separated by a wooden board and could not see each other directly. In the darkness, he lowered his guard.

"Is that so? But I can't beat it."

A trace of green light shines from Bruce Banner's eyes. The price he paid for the last time he forcibly called Hulk was the failure of the suppressing serum. In recent times, Hulk has come out several times.

However, he is still in a small form, which puzzles Bruce Banner and can only be attributed to the side effects of the suppressing serum.

“It’s not that you can’t defeat it, it’s that you can’t defeat yourself.”

The breeze carried the priest's whisper.

Bruce Banner could vaguely see the priest smiling and nodding towards him, so he took a deep breath and said loudly,

"Father, I want to confess to you about the atrocities I committed against innocent people after it came out!"

Before he finished speaking, greenery stained Bruce Banner's skin. His body dwarfed and his clothes drooped, but his muscles bulged high, like the sound of a glacier cracking. His eyes were full of mania, as if A provoked beast.

After a low and slight sound.

The green fist slammed into the priest next door.

boom!

A huge sound rang out, the wooden boards shattered, and the entire confessional room shook.

"Don't be impatient. Please repent!"

The middle-aged priest in blue robe raised his hand slightly, his clothes hanging around.

An unusual flow suddenly appeared in the air, and four gray-white miniature storms turned into whip cords, carrying an aura of destruction, fixing Hulk in the air.

The pain stimulated Hulk to become more and more manic. His small chest kept rising and falling, and the strength in his muscles continued to soar with anger. Two streams of hot air shot out from his nostrils. He roared and broke away from the whip cord on his body.

Whoosh!

Smiling ferociously, Hulk exerted all his strength. The huge force caused the marble floor to crack, huge depressions and pits to emerge, the confessional room crumbled, and the candlelight outside the window flickered.

The little Hulk used the reaction force to fly towards the priest.

It arrives in an instant, like a meteorite.

Just as he was about to blow the priest's head off, Hulk's playful and violent eyes froze slightly, replaced by powerlessness and panic.

The figure of the priest melted into the gray wind, and as he was blowing his hands in the air, the storm came and tightly wrapped around the little Hulk.

"you are too slow!"

The huge tearing force of the wind pillar not only immobilized the Hulk, but also instantly destroyed the confessional. All the items in it were shattered and swept in.

Real tornado destroys parking lot!