Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

Geralt looked around the classroom.

He saw that the students' eyes had been firmly attracted by the scene outside the window.

Their minds were not on the classroom at all. It was obviously meaningless to continue teaching.

So he waved his hand helplessly and simply announced the end of the get out of class.

"Guys, stay away from the excitement. Maybe they are catching some terrorists. Don't get hurt by mistake."

He raised his voice, trying to make the students remain cautious under the drive of curiosity.

The students heard this and filed out excitedly, eager to find out.

Geralt looked at their backs, shook his head gently, and then walked out of the classroom quickly.

He also planned to see what happened.

When he came outside, the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned.

I saw a small group of fully armed soldiers rushing up to the teaching building quickly.

The soldiers quickly surrounded the glass window corridor between the buildings.

They spread out in tactical formations, with their guns pointed at all directions of the corridor, ready for battle.

Below, armored vehicles were neatly lined up.

"What kind of terrorist is so powerful that it requires so much firepower to deal with?"

Geralt muttered to himself, his curiosity was completely aroused.

Geralt narrowed his eyes slightly and found a person in the glass corridor.

The man did not carry any weapons, but all the soldiers around him did not dare to slack off.

Everyone looked nervous and ready for battle, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed at him.

Below, a white-haired but energetic commander loudly issued an order.

Then, two tear gas bombs whistled out, accurately breaking the glass window and instantly disappearing into it.

In an instant, the pungent smoke spread like a surging tide,

swallowing the entire corridor, plunging it into chaos and haze.

Geralt witnessed this scene, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

"Isn't it what I thought?"

He frowned, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his eyes,

leaning forward slightly, staring closely at the glass corridor filled with smoke.

At this moment, a huge green palm slapped on the glass, and the glass was instantly covered with cracks.

Then, a huge roar sounded.

"It's the Hulk!"

Geralt sighed helplessly, with a look of laughter on his face.

He never thought that the Hulk would appear here.

In the diffuse fog, the huge and sturdy figure of the Hulk gradually became clear.

He raised his leg high and kicked the glass that was already full of cracks.

With a clear and loud sound of breaking, glass fragments flew everywhere, and Hulk jumped out from the broken gap. His broad chest rose and fell violently, his eyes wide open, and he roared fiercely and angrily at the people in front of him like a wild beast. The roar was like rolling thunder, echoing in the campus, shaking the air around him slightly. In the distance, the students around Geralt were stunned by this sudden scene, but their reactions were unexpected. These young and energetic students were not scared of Hulk's terrifying appearance and fled in all directions. Instead, they were excited as if they had discovered a rare treasure. They quickly took out their mobile phones from their pockets and couldn't wait to record this shocking scene. Geralt couldn't help laughing when he saw the students' reactions. He raised his head slightly and estimated the distance between himself and Hulk. He secretly judged that he should be within a safe range, so he didn't interfere. He turned around and walked quickly to a relatively quiet and deserted corner.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Nick Fury's number skillfully.

"Chief Fury, do you know what happened in my school? A big green guy was smashing things."

There was a hint of doubt and ridicule in Geralt's voice.

On the other end of the phone, Nick Fury was silent for a moment, as if he was considering how to answer.

Then he slowly said:

"Don't get involved in this matter. This is the trouble caused by the military itself. Let them take responsibility for it."

From his tone, it can be heard that he obviously knew something about this matter, but chose to stay out of it.

Perhaps as Geralt guessed,

he wanted to wait until the military was in trouble and unable to solve it before helping,

so as to gain greater control in this chaos.

"I know, I'll just watch the fun here."

Geralt responded easily.

In fact, he had no intention of getting involved.This dispute between the military and the Hulk,

After all, this is not his responsibility.

He hung up the phone, put the phone back into his pocket, and then stood leisurely in the corner,

ready to quietly watch this drama starring the military and the Hulk.

In this chaotic battlefield on campus, the Hulk has transformed into an invincible destruction machine.

Under his powerful attack, the armored vehicles were like fragile toys,

smashed and overturned easily, the wreckage was scattered all over the ground, and the scene was in a mess.

At this time, a figure stood fearlessly in front of the Hulk.

He stood tall and straight, with a provocative look in his eyes.

"What a courage, I remember his name seems to be Bronski. Hate?"

Geralt stood in the distance, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the man, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart.

In the face of the absolute power of the Hulk, he dared to face the provocation so directly, and this courage was definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

However, immediately afterwards, there was a muffled "bang" sound, and Bronski's body was kicked out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground. From his twisted body posture, it can be seen that most of the bones in his body were broken by this kick. When Hulk's eyes suddenly fell on a woman not far away, a trace of tenderness flashed in his violent eyes. When Geralt saw Hulk running away with his girlfriend, he knew that the matter here should be over. He raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where Hulk left, but his thoughts began to drift to the in-depth thinking of the character Hulk. Hulk's strength is well-known in the entire Marvel world, and his source of power comes from anger. This power mechanism is magical. It is said that the more angry you are, the stronger you are. And this strength has no limit and is infinitely increased. This made Geralt think of the priest spell he mastered. He thought to himself, I wonder if the priest's comfort can make Hulk calm down? In S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury sat quietly in front of a huge display screen, his single eye revealing solemnity and deep thought.

On the screen, Hulk was showing off his might on campus, leaving a mess wherever he went, and the armored vehicles were smashed to pieces.

The destructive power that was so powerful that it was almost terrifying made every scene full of shock.

Nick Fury's brows were tightly furrowed into a deep "川" character.

He dragged all the information about Hulk, whether it was high-definition video clips captured by on-site surveillance cameras,

or text information and data analysis collected through various intelligence channels, and even Hulk's past experience records, ability assessment reports, etc.,

all these massive amounts of information into a newly created electronic document.

In the document naming column, his finger paused for a moment, and then decisively typed the three words "Hulk".

On one side of the computer desktop, there were two other documents quietly arranged.

One of the documents was marked "Iron Man", and the other was "Magic Professor",