Isolated island.
Sunshine, beaches, and… the clanging noise of construction.
Emil Blonsky was comfortably lying on a beach chair.
His robust physique looked exceptionally relaxed under the sun, blending in with the surrounding scenery.
He wore sunglasses and held a can of iced beer, the can appearing somewhat small in his large palm.
In the distance, modular buildings personally designed by Lei Ling were rising from the ground.
Under his "supervision," the workers were full of energy and incredibly efficient.
No one wanted to be lectured by a sharp-eyed, stern-faced foreman.
Bronski greatly enjoyed his current life.
No fighting, no imprisonment, only clear goals and absolute authority.
He even felt that he was born to be a foreman.
He looked up.
Through his sunglasses, he could see the ever-expanding blue void in the distant Manhattan skyline.
Like a festering wound.
Countless tiny black dots poured out of the wound, only to be shot down by even smaller specks of light.
The explosions, even from this distance, were faintly visible.
Bronski yawned and took another swig of beer.
Peaceful times.
He didn't care what happened to New York, as long as it didn't bother him.
His only duty now was to guard this island and watch over these houses.
This was his contract with William Rodriguez.
He was a… monster with a strong sense of contract.
Just then, the seawater in front of him suddenly exploded with a "splash."
Maurice the Water Man shot out of the water like a startled dolphin, scrambling onto the beach, his face filled with extreme terror.
"It's bad! Something big has happened!"
Abomination slowly took off his sunglasses, a hint of impatience on his face.
"What's the panic?" His voice was as deep as tectonic plates grinding, "Even if the sky falls, it won't hit our small island."
"No, it's not that!" Maurice gasped for breath, pointing towards Manhattan, "Aliens! So many aliens have invaded! The entire Manhattan is almost destroyed!"
"Oh." Bronski's reaction was as calm as Water.
"They… they have a team!"
Maurice was almost in tears; this old guy had never seen such a sight in his life.
"I heard in the sea… they called themselves… Avengers!"
"A guy in tin armor flying around in the sky, a blond strongman with a hammer summoning thunder in the sky, and another guy in a blue, White, and red bodysuit throwing plates on the ground…"
Bronski's expression remained unchanged, even a little amused.
Throwing plates?
"And another… and another…"
Maurice seemed to recall something terrifying, his body beginning to tremble.
"A big green guy! All muscles! Only roars in anger! They call him… Hulk!"
"Crack––"
The beer can in Bronski's hand was instantly crushed into a twisted metal disc.
Cold beer flowed down through the gaps in his knuckles.
He slowly sat upright from the beach chair.
The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.
Hulk.
This name, like a rusty key, plunged into the darkest, most violent cage deep within his memory.
That long-suppressed, pure rage and fighting spirit, like a dormant volcano, began to awaken within him.
"Mr. Bronski?"
A clear, slightly nervous voice came from nearby.
Lei Ling, wearing oil-stained work clothes and holding a tablet, hurried over.
She saw Bronski's gloomy, almost dripping expression and the crushed beer can on the ground, and stopped in her tracks, a little scared.
"What's wrong? Are… are those aliens going to attack here?"
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