The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

More than a dozen soldiers worked together and dug for about an hour before a man covered in dust appeared in everyone's eyes.

"This guy is probably the one." Daken looked down at the unconscious man on the ground, thinking of what Yan Luo said about Hulk's human form.

"Sir, what should I do?" Red Riding Hood soldier Logan used a respectful title to Daken.

"Nonsense, wake him up first." Daken said.

"Okay, leave it to me." The red-hatted soldier took out the water bag from his backpack and sprinkled the water on the unconscious man's face.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes.

He first observed the surrounding environment, and then asked: "Where is this?"

"You're awake." Daken said, "In that case, just transform and I can defeat you fairly."

"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse. "Who are you? Who do you belong to?"

"You're the Hulk, right?" Daken asked.

"Who are you? The U.S. government? Or SHIELD? Don't let me ask a second time." The man stood up and looked at Daken with cold eyes.

"Interesting, you are worthy of being the Hulk if you dare to talk to me like that." Daken smiled, clenching his fists and extending his bone claws from his fists.

"Do you want to do it?" The man sneered, but as soon as he finished speaking, Daken's bone claws slashed at him. He quickly retreated, avoiding the claws, and then raised his left palm forward, and a flame burst out of thin air. Daken, who wanted to pursue, was forced back.

"Hulk, is he playing with fire?" Daken asked with a frown.

At this time, a dozen soldiers behind were already waiting with guns in hand. Logan frowned and asked, "Sir, do you need support?"

"You told me a long time ago, right? I don't need support from other fishes when I take action." Daken pointed his bone claw at the man, "Hey, who are you?"

"You can call me Russell." The man responded coldly, "Your claws have been modified?"

"Russell, that means you're not the Hulk?" Daken was eager to know the other person's identity.

"No." Russell said, "I have already answered you, what about you? Who do you belong to?"

"I'm from the Heroes Association." Daken said sternly, "Don't talk to me with that kind of emphasis, otherwise, you will be torn into pieces by me."

"Heroes Association? What is that?"

As Russell spoke, he stretched out his hand. Upon seeing this, the soldiers quickly took two steps back, and Daken also assumed a fighting posture.

But he didn't expect Russell to just reach behind and lift up his hood to cover his dusty face.

"Don't be arrogant, you bastard. The next move will make you see the sun." Daken said coldly.

"Arrogant? I just made an ordinary move and scared you three steps back. All the so-called associations are just this kind of stuff. How about just destroying them?" Russell's voice was hoarse and low. Due to the cover of his hood, No one could see his expression clearly.

"Death." Daken circled behind Russell at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, and then ripped his claws into the back.

The sound of the robe breaking was heard. Daken's claw did not cut Russell's flesh, but only hit the clothes. Suddenly, his sight was completely covered by the robe, and then the robe turned into flames.

He quickly waved his claws and threw off the robe that was burning in his hands, only to see Russell standing not far away from him, smiling at him with his red palms.

A flame was generated from the palm, and then the flames rushed towards Daken like an angry dragon.

Daken has experienced countless battles and is by no means an inexperienced person. He used superhuman reflexes to avoid the frontal assault of the flames. However, his right arm was hit by the flames, and his entire clothes were instantly ignited.

"Ignorant people, you will never understand the difference in power." Russell smiled. Seeing Daken's clothes on fire, he pressed forward, preparing to take Daken down at this moment.

However, Daken exerted all his strength, and the burning clothes on his body, which were already fragile, collapsed, revealing that his skin and flesh had been burnt by the flames, and Russell's palm hit Daken's chest at this moment.

Daken's eyes widened, he took three steps back, and then fell over with a plop. The power of this palm was as if it was filled with flames, so terrifying. <b