Blood, blood is everywhere along the way.

Each step lowered countless blood, which gathered into a stream, like a gurgling river slowly left downwards.

At the source of this blood river, there are thin and weak, with terrifying dents left on the chest, and staggering and limping when walking.

He had already exhausted all his efforts just by climbing the ladder of the Cell Biology Experimental Building, and the weakness of a large amount of blood loss made his face pale.

The already thin body, coupled with the miserable appearance at this time, was like an old man lying on a hospital bed and about to reach the end of his life.

But his eyes still have spirits. No, being spirit is no longer enough to describe these eyes. These are eyes shining with flames, fanatic, desire, unwillingness, and... madness.

"Why..."

Brownsky, who had just stepped on the last step, gasped heavily, and after a long time, he continued to walk inside tremblingly.

"Bronsky, why are you here?"

"Hurry, hurry up, send Brownsky ​​to treat!"

In the laboratory on the second floor, several special forces members were guarding Samuel Sden, who was pressed on the chair. Suddenly, he saw Brownsky ​​walking over tremblingly, and exclaimed immediately. Two of them hurried over to support Brownsky.

"No, I don't need treatment."

Bronsky, who was supported, had a low and dry voice, like a traveler who had not entered the desert for a long time, murmured hoarsely: "What I need is... strength."

At the end, Brownsky's tone suddenly rose, and at the same time, he suddenly rose up and held it in his limp right hand, but everyone subconsciously ignored it instantly raised the pistol and pulled the trigger, killing all the special forces members guarding Saimuel Sden not far away.

"Bronsky, what are you doing!"

The two special forces members who were supporting Bronsky saw this scene and had not fully reacted for a while, but subconsciously shouted in shock.

Unfortunately, Brownsky ​​would not reply at this time, let alone wait for them to react.

After killing the special forces members around Saimuel Sden, he directly released the gun in his hand. The left hand, which was already on the shoulder of a special forces member, suddenly squeezed it and directly twisted his neck.

Another special forces member finally reacted at this time, but it was too late. Brownsky's right arm, which was somewhat deformed and bent by the Hulk, had already bent his elbows up after releasing the pistol, and his elbows were heavily pushed to his heart position.

Although he was beaten to the point of death by the Hulk, Bronsky finally transformed people through two super soldier serum enhancements. Even the tiny power that was forced to be squeezed out was not something that ordinary humans could withstand.

After this elbow hit, the Thunder and Lightning King suit on the special forces member and his entire chest were sunken, and the sticky blood still soaked out through layers of fibers. I am afraid that the whole heart would burst under the heavy blow.

In this regard, Brownsky ​​ignored it, and casually shook off the body of the special forces member with a bulging eyes, picked up the pistol that fell to the ground again, and then trembled at Samuel Sden, who was still sitting on the chair and was panicked.

"What are you going to do?"

Looking at Brownsky, who was shaking and seriously injured, as if the dead were resurrected, walked towards him and slowly aimed his pistol at his forehead. Samuel Sden slowly leaned back away from the muzzle, and raised his hands at the same time.

"I want you to inject what you extracted from Banner into me."

The flames in Brownsky's eyes were almost burning to the extreme.

"But you seem to have injected something..."

Hearing Bronsky's request, Samuel Sden's scientist's soul of death seemed to have awakened, and he was no longer so scared. He even slowly stood up while standing up and looked at Bronsky with some desire to try.

Brownsky ​​interrupted him with a passionate and nervousness: "I want more, you see him become Hulk, right? That power...that power..."

“Like a god, it’s so beautiful.”

Samuel Sden acted as the perfect supporting actor, and his sighing words continued to follow what Brownsky ​​wanted to say.

"I will become that way, you will make me that way."

Brownsky's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, as if he was about to pull the trigger at any time.

"I don't know what's inside you, mixing it up can turn into a big disaster."

Samuel Sden's eyes kept floating on the muzzle and Bronsky's face. After seeing that Bronsky had already pulled the trigger, he hurriedly changed his words: "No, I didn't say I didn't want it, but I just need to ask for your consent."

"Then hurry up."

Brownsky ​​held up his gun and forced Samuel Sden to the surgical bed used for human testing, lay down on himself, then shook his pistol and signaled him to start soon.

At this time, Samuel Sden, possessed by the Death Soul, actually didn't need any force. He quickly took out a giant glass tube as thick as a forearm and placed it on an instrument. The glass tube contained the Hulk blood he cloned.

The rough blood injection method, coupled with the irradiation of gamma rays and a little bit of wonderful coincidence, an accidental and inevitable terrifying giant was born immediately.

The Hulk's blood was injected into it. With the gamma rays, Bronsky's skin instantly turned light green, and his body shape expanded rapidly as if it was inflated. Bone spurs directly penetrated the skin from the spine and other parts to grow out.

"God..."

Samuel Sden was also frightened by this scene, and started to turn off various instruments in a hurry. While shutting down, he said in a panic: "This is what I want to explain to you. I don't know what you injected before..."

Thorn, thorn!

The giant Bronsky's incarnation struggled to stand up, and all his pants and shoes were burst. His tall figure scared Samuel Sden so much that his legs were weak and he sat on the ground, and his body kept retreating back and retreating to the corner.

Dong!

Brownsky ​​shook his hand with a grim smile and swept Samuel Sden directly out, then turned around and walked out of the laboratory without stopping.

...

Tick ​​~ Tick ~

On the test bench, a test tube containing Hulk's blood cracked a gap. The blood flowed down the smooth wall of the glass tube, just dripping onto the forehead of Samuel Sden, who had been swept away and landed onto the wounds hitting the forehead. It penetrated into the wounds hitting the forehead.

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No charges for no two hundred:

I know that someone has to scold me again in this chapter, but in order to portray characters and take care of some readers who have never watched the movie, this chapter must be written.

I also know that this is actually thankless. I have worked hard to think about how to dig a hole to conceive a plot and portray characters. I have been working on two thousand words for several hours, but in the end the results are impossible to compare with those simple and refreshing books that are updated quickly. All I get is the complaint of being too watery and too slow.
Chapter completed!