Marvel Universe's Ultimate Martial Arts School

But this is not a children's game where you go to someone's door to find a friend.

Nick Fury's mind raced. Faced with such a terrifying figure, he knew that if he gave even half a wrong order, it could bring enormous trouble to New York and even the entire United States.

Nick Fury then made several phone calls in quick succession.

"Mayor, please immediately notify the Queens Police Department and Fire Department that no matter what emergency call you receive, they are absolutely not allowed to enter 21st Street to enforce the law! Something terrible has happened there, and your involvement will only complicate matters further! S.H.I.E.L.D. will take full control and will have everything cleared up by tomorrow morning. I will give you a detailed report explaining everything afterwards!"

"Coulson, change the mission objective. Leave the capture of the green giant to Barton. You stay outside 21st Street and remain on the line. Once my men arrive, organize the cleanup work on 21st Street! Remember, it's Level 9 cleanup! But absolutely do not disturb or enter that Extreme Martial Arts Gym. You all stay out of its way. Don't ask me why!"

"Agent Romanov, I have a new mission for you..."

"Oh, what is it now?" A disgruntled voice came from the other end of the phone. "It was the same at the Red Room last time. Can't you just delegate things to someone else first? It took me three months to gain Pepper's complete trust and discover a little secret about Tony Stark. Can't I just finish what I'm doing smoothly?"

This is probably the only voice Nick Fury can hear actively expressing dissatisfaction when assigning tasks to his subordinates.

His brow twitched involuntarily. This woman was indeed one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best agents, but also one of the most individualistic. This was probably due to her background; after all, she wasn't someone he had personally trained.

"Hey, ma'am," Nick Fury raised his voice slightly, "I have to remind you of who you are. You're a secret agent who should obey all orders at any time, not some 9-to-5 office lady who haggles with her boss overtime!"

"Habitual complaining," the woman on the phone said with a laugh. "What work do you need me to do? I'm tired of sitting in the office drinking coffee every day."

"Then you must really like your new job, at least you get to move around a bit," Nick Fury said. "Queens, 21st Street, Extreme Martial Arts Gym, they teach some Eastern martial arts. Go and learn from them, see what that young owner teaches every day, and see what his purpose in opening the gym is."

"Just going to study?" Natasha said half-jokingly, "Don't you need to play cards with that young gym owner? What does he look like?"

"Absolutely not! Remember this! Absolutely, absolutely do not provoke him in any way!" Nick Fury emphasized three times in succession. "Study, report, and obey all the rules of the martial arts school. Treat yourself as a normal student. Don't do anything unnecessary. Keep it simple! In the morning, you stay with Stark. In the afternoon, you're just a white-collar worker going home after get off work. Just go to the martial arts school on time for your lessons. As for the rest, just adapt to the situation. I've already sent you the videos and analysis reports about him. That's it!"

"Oh, this doesn't sound simple at all." Natasha watched the video in just half a minute. It contained a lot of information, but it was indeed very short.

It was shocking, but it also excited Natasha. She liked challenging work: "I understand the principles, Director. I will abide by all the rules of that museum owner and, incidentally, get the information you want, but in my own way."

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To be honest, Bruce Banner had no idea what methods Mr. Lin had used.

After all, the entire street returned to calm within seconds of the gunshots outside, as if the matter had been resolved and the other party had adopted Mr. Lin's suggestion.

Then Banner saw Mr. Lin fly back from mid-air and tell him to go back to his room and rest.

But when Bruce Banner returned to his room in a daze and saw the blood and corpses all over the street through the second-floor window, he suddenly woke up and felt a chill run down his spine.

Good heavens... what exactly did Mr. Lin do in those few seconds?

In just a few seconds, enough time for him to yawn, General Ross and his hundreds of elite soldiers met their maker.

This is more than just superpowers; this is practically God himself!

Only God could do such a thing!

Or is it... the genetic energy that Mr. Lin mentioned?

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and every now and then he would get up to look out the window.

Soon there was some commotion on the street.

The battle ended at 12:56 PM. Perhaps after receiving reports from some residents living on this street, a large number of men in black entered the scene about half an hour later.

Strangely, these people were not from the New York Police Department, but rather seemed to be from the National Security Agency and the FBI.

They cleaned up every corpse and every bloodstain on the street with remarkable speed and skill.

Through the window, Banner could still vaguely see staff dressed in black carrying thermal detectors searching the streets and knocking on doors.

Although 21st Street is almost entirely lined with shops, some shop owners live in their shops and have already suffered a mental breakdown due to the commotion outside and the corpses scattered all over the street.

Any shop with people living there will be "forcibly opened" regardless of whether the door is open or not.

Then, using a thermal detector, they accurately called out everyone in each shop, scanned the residents' pupils with an infrared pen, and the latter immediately appeared dazed and then obediently turned around and went to sleep.

That's the NSA's brain-magnetic pen. Banner, who majored in physics, knew about it; he had even participated in its development.

By emitting electromagnetic waves to affect the brain nerves of the test subject, it is possible to cause retrospective amnesia, erasing the most recent and memorable memories.

The length of time a memory is erased is directly proportional to the intensity of the magnetic waves during irradiation.

This is just the aftermath, a normal procedure. It seems the government doesn't want this to be on the New York news the next day.

Banner was prepared to be called out for questioning and have his memory erased, and he had also thought of what to say.

It's impossible to hide the fact that General Ross did come to arrest him; after all, everyone on the street should have heard Ross shout through the megaphone, "The martial arts school is hiding a fugitive."

Before he even left the house, there was suddenly no sound outside. Then he saw corpses all over the street and was so frightened that he hid back in his room.

Anyway, it only took a few seconds. Not to mention the residents of the whole street, even I didn't see the process. As long as Mr. Lin isn't mentioned, let the National Security Bureau investigate the rest themselves.

Unexpectedly...

They were supposed to be handling the aftermath door-to-door, but only the Extreme Martial Arts School was affected.

As the largest office building on the street, it has the most grand entrance and the lights are on. There is not a trace of blood in front of the door. Compared with the bloodstains on the whole street, it is abnormally clean.

Those men in black simply chose to ignore them.

No one knocked on the door. In fact, Banner felt that they were all unusually cautious when passing by. They didn't dare to knock or even make a loud footstep!

After struggling for a while, Banner finally felt he understood.

It wasn't that the National Security Bureau made a mistake and missed the martial arts school; rather, even though they knew that the people who massacred the army were from this martial arts school, they didn't dare to come in at all.

Whether it's because this martial arts school has some special background, or because they are wary of Mr. Lin's strength.

Anyway, they chickened out!

Considering General Ross's blatant illegal experiments in New York and the fact that they, innocent as they were, were being chased like stray dogs, these NSA officials who could have checked Ross all chose to turn a blind eye.

But now hundreds of professional soldiers have died in the streets, and these people are hiding, not daring to even ask a question... This is the true nature of this world.

Bruce Banner got out of bed.

To be honest, his hobby is doing scientific research.

But to be honest, after so much scientific research, he has reached the pinnacle of human physics. Therefore, even without the Hulk incident, he has gradually begun to see some of the truths at the end of science.

Just as the great pioneer Albert Einstein, who laid the foundation for modern physics, once said: "The end of science is theology!"

And what is theology?

All forces, rules, and so on that are beyond human comprehension are theology; it encompasses science, but is also above science!

And this is the essence of this world and even the larger world!

Bruce Banner sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Sitting cross-legged, with the palms and soles naturally facing upwards, the complex inner world gradually calmed down.

Science? Theology?

Bruce Banner's mind gradually cleared.

Perhaps, genetic evolution is the end of science!