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Chapter 1408 Crazy Bronsky

After understanding the whole story, Bronski's anger burned like a piece of dry wood that was lit, and it was difficult to contain it.

He glared at Bruce Banner angrily, his bloodshot eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

Banner stood there helplessly, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly. It was obvious that he had exhausted all his strength and could no longer transform into the powerful Hulk.

Bronski's chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to be spewing out flames of anger.

He took a sudden step forward, grasped Banner's shoulders with his hands like iron clamps, and shook him hard, as if he wanted to wake him up, or break him.

"Why! Why can't you turn into the Hulk?!"

His voice was hoarse and low, filled with uncontrollable anger and disappointment.

However, Banner just lowered his head weakly and allowed Bronsky to shake him.

Seeing this, Bronski became even angrier.

He suddenly let go of Banner and turned to walk towards Samuel who was standing nearby.

Samuel was watching the scene nervously, but he didn't expect Bronski to suddenly turn to him.

His eyes widened in horror and his body involuntarily stepped back, but Bronski was faster than him.

Bronski rushed forward like a beast ready to pounce and picked up Samuel from the ground.

Samuel's feet left the ground in an instant. He kicked helplessly in mid-air, waving his hands wildly, trying to grab something to stabilize himself.

But his efforts were in vain, as Bronski was incredibly strong and lifted him steadily above his head with one hand.

Samuel's face turned pale in an instant, his throat made a gurgling sound, and breathing became extremely difficult.

He gasped for breath and shouted weakly, "What...what are you going to do? Put me down now!"

But Bronsky seemed not to hear his cry, there was only anger and urgency in his eyes.

"What did you do to him? Why is Hulk gone? Why?!"

Samuel was lifted high up, and he felt as if his heart was about to beat out of his chest, and his breathing became increasingly difficult.

He swallowed hard and answered in a hoarse voice: "Who? Ahem... Who's missing?"

Bronski's eyes became even more ferocious, and he stared at Samuel closely, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Hulk! That monster! Why is he gone?!"

Samuel was trembling with fear; he had never experienced anything like it.

He tried to stay calm, but the fear in his heart made him tremble uncontrollably.

"I...I really don't know..."

He replied weakly, "I'm just a researcher... I... I just collected some information about Hulk... and some blood samples... I... I really don't know why he disappeared."

Hearing Samuel's answer, a hint of disappointment and anger flashed in Bronski's eyes.

"You're lying!" he roared. "They went through so much trouble to find you, they must want you to do something. Now Hulk is gone, it must have something to do with you! What did you do?!"

Samuel was frightened by Bronski's roar and trembled all over. He felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart by this angry force. He struggled helplessly and replied with a trembling voice: "I... I really didn't lie... I... I'm just a researcher... I... I really don't know why Hulk disappeared..."

However, Bronski was not convinced by his explanation.

He stared into Samuel's eyes, trying to find any trace of lies in them, but there was only fear and innocence in Samuel's eyes, which made him feel even more angry and disappointed.

Samuel's voice trailed off.

After listening to Samuel's words, Bronski slowly put him down.

He certainly wasn't going to let this guy go easily. In fact, Bronski had already hatched a more far-reaching plan in his mind.

Samuel was thrown roughly to the ground, his hands instinctively grasping his throat, every breath he took was like a fierce negotiation with death.

His face turned purple due to lack of oxygen, his eyes bulged, full of fear and unwillingness. His coughs were intermittent, mixed with the hissing sound of phlegm, and sounded extremely painful.

Samuel gasped for breath, and every breath seemed to squeeze the air in his lungs to the limit. He had never felt so close to death.

His hatred for Bronsky burned in his heart like a raging fire, and at the same time, his hatred for the government organization reached its peak.

However, reason told him that individual power was so insignificant in front of such a behemoth, and he could only bury this hatred deep in his heart.

There was a hint of indifferent smile on Bronski's lips, as if everything that had just happened was just a meaningless game.

"You," Bronski's voice was deep and powerful, breaking the brief silence, "you said you knew everything about Hulk."

Samuel raised his head, his eyes filled with both confusion and vigilance.

"Strictly speaking, I only have some information about him and some blood samples. I am not directly involved in the research. My job is to collect and analyze data."

When Bronski heard this, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a stronger desire.

He took a step closer, his eyes narrowed, as if he could penetrate Samuel's soul: "Can you create something like the Hulk?"

The fanaticism and paranoia deep in Bronsky's heart, the endless yearning for power, is an obsession to obtain it at all costs.

Samuel was frightened by this sudden question. He could feel the dangerous aura emanating from Bronski, a state that exceeded the limits of normal humans and was close to madness.

"I have no idea,"

Samuel's voice trembled with obvious fear. "I don't know if I can do that. The appearance of Hulk is an extremely rare accident. Even if I have a blood sample, I'm not sure if I can replicate that result."

Bronsky listened with a frown on his face, full of dissatisfaction and anxiety.

He obviously did not accept such an answer; his desire for power had made him lose his patience.

He raised his hand, with a pistol between his fingers, the black muzzle pointing directly at Samuel's forehead. The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Listen, I want what you got from Banner. I want you to inject that into me, understand?"

Bronsky's voice was as cold as iron, leaving no room for negotiation.

Samuel's heart suddenly sank, and he finally realized that the man in front of him was not just threatening him, but was really planning to take action.

(End of this chapter)