I Am In Marvel Chapter 245: Restart the Super Soldier Project

?The United States, the second base of the military.

The large transport fighter plane slowly landed at the airport. The military ambulance that had received the notification was already waiting nearby. After the deck of the cabin was opened downwards, medical staff quickly swarmed up and carried the seriously injured and unconscious Egypt on a medical flat frame. Mibu leaves.

General Ross came to the edge of the deck, said hello to the officers who came to pick up the plane from the base, turned back to the armed soldiers in the cabin and urged: "Isn't it okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a dull sound of bone cracking, an armed soldier flew out of the cabin hall in a parabolic trajectory for several meters, and fell heavily to the steel floor.

"General. We...we really can't do it..." The armed soldier responded as he coughed up blood. He was picked up by the medical staff at the base and was taken away in embarrassment while lying on a medical bench.

But Kyle was still asleep in the military vehicle. The armed soldiers originally wanted to move him out of the vehicle, but as soon as he opened the door and he was still not close, Kyle's subconscious instinct prompted him to raise his hands and make a move to drive him away. Simple movements of a fly.

You know, today's Kyle is only weaker than the Hulk.

His casual slap contains at least tons of impact, which ordinary people's bodies cannot withstand.

As a result, several armed soldiers who were accompanying them on this mission did not fall in the hands of the Hulk, but ended up falling in the hands of the sleeping Kyle.

"This..." General Ross looked at the military vehicles parked in the cabin hall and didn't know what to do for a moment.

This is a symbol of peace. It can’t be left on a fighter plane or military vehicle, right?

Just when General Ross was worried, a beautiful black silhouette, wearing high heels, approached the fighter plane from the outside airport.

Most of the soldiers passing by were in a daze and had no intention of stopping them. Some soldiers wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were quickly stopped by the wall of air.

General Ross looked surprised. Looking at the oriental beauty in a professional suit, he was amazed. At the same time, he was keenly aware of the vague sense of danger on her body, and couldn't help asking solemnly: "Who are you?"

"People from the Karl family, Unnatural Firm." Yutong smiled slightly, handed out a black gold business card that looked like a card, and pointed his slender white fingers at the military vehicle where Kyle was.

"I'm here to pick up our master."

California, outside the visa checkpoint.

After a series of thrilling disguises, Bruce Banner, wearing a tattered and old shirt and a pair of baggy trousers, with messy hair and a peaked cap, finally stood in his long-lost hometown.

It has been four years since he escaped from the military's arrest warrant. If it hadn't been for the military's sudden attack on his doorstep, which forced him to make the wrong return trip, I'm afraid he would never have returned to this country in his life.

Bruce lowered the brim of his hat, hiding his weathered face in the shadows, carefully avoiding the noisy crowd, walking like a homeless man on the street.

He walked aimlessly for a while, then raised his head in surprise, only to realize that he had subconsciously arrived at the main entrance of a university.

Culver University.

This is where Bruce's fate turns.

Four years ago, from here, he fell from the pinnacle of his life where career and love were both fruitful, to the bottom of a life where he was a monster criminal who escaped from an accident.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant at the entrance of the university, the fountain is shining golden in the sun, young boys and girls are playing on the lawn, and the aisles are full of formal students and teachers coming and going.

Bruce was afraid of being recognized by acquaintances, so he hid in the shade of the trees in the corridor.

As if God was teasing her, a female teacher with long flowing hair and a plump figure happened to walk out of the main entrance of the school. She affectionately held her arm with a man in a suit and leather shoes, and passed by the aisle talking and laughing.

That was his former girlfriend, Eliza Taylor, the daughter of General Ross.

Bruce sighed inwardly and was about to turn around and leave when a gust of breeze blew and a promotional poster fell on his hand.

‘Unnatural Firm’

Six unheard-of large characters came into view. Bruce frowned slightly and moved his eyes downwards to read:

Do you wake up with extraordinary physical strength?

Have you ever been bitten by an animal and received the racial talent of the corresponding animal?

Has your body begun to undergo unstoppable mutations due to accidental changes in radiation, thus awakening superpowers that even you can't control?

The Supernatural Office specializes in handling unnatural events. We are willing to help you, sir and madam, to solve your problems. For details, please call the hotline 0001.

"What company is this?"

After reading the above introduction, Bruce opened his eyes in surprise. This company was simply created just for people like him.

But four years ago, I had never even heard of the name of this company, let alone its existence.

"It's a lie..."

Bruce whispered, flipping it back, his eyes widening in shock again, but behind the firm's promotional poster, there were dense and authoritative certifications.

The United Nations Association, the U.S. military, the U.S. CIA, the Bureau of Homeland Strategy...

"Is this still a private company? What's the origin?"

Bruce choked, swallowed, and stared blankly.

What happened during his absence in the United States? !

New York, Second Military Base, Medical Emergency Room.

The military doctor heard the footsteps approaching, turned around and saw General Ross, and stood up and saluted, "General Ross!"

"How is Emib?" General Ross looked solemn~IndoMTL.com~Through the glass window of the emergency room, he looked at the naked man lying on the instrument on the stage with infusion tubes inserted all over his body.

"I am still in a severe coma with multiple comminuted fractures all over my body. Even if I can wake up and not become a vegetative state, I will have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair." The military doctor did not hide anything and shook his head regretfully.

Hearing this, General Ross was silent for a moment, then made a decision and said: "Try the potion that he is looking at."

"That potion?" The military doctor was stunned for a moment, then understood quickly, and said hesitantly in disbelief: "But if it fails, Emib will probably never wake up."

"Try it." General Ross said in a deep voice: "A person like him who has such a strong desire to win and is so proud will probably want to commit suicide when he wakes up and finds that he is permanently disabled. It's better to give him one now. Opportunity."

"Okay, I understand. I'm going to prepare now!" The military doctor nodded and hurriedly ran to the medicine storage room.

"Everything depends on you. I'll give you a chance to get close to that man!" General Ross looked at the unconscious Emib and muttered to himself.

Years ago, he single-handedly promoted and restarted the super soldier program during World War II.

Now, the super soldier serum has been produced, but its strong repellency still cannot be used by soldiers, and it is still in the clinical trial stage.

If Emib can transform from a desperate situation and become a new generation of super soldiers, maybe he will be another hero born in the army, slightly touching the realm of strength that symbolizes peace!

Since General Ross witnessed Kyle suppressing the Hulk in Brazil, this idea has become stronger.