Although Russell looked kindly now, Coulson felt an inexplicable pressure that he couldn't describe.

What Russell said wasn't very direct, but there were plenty of threats in his words.

Can you give it a try?

This sounds like nothing.

But Coulson can guarantee that if they really try, then S.H.I.E.L.D. will immediately welcome Russell's crazy blow.

This guy is crazy!

His title, The Crazy Traveler, speaks for itself.

"Since Mr. Bradley, you are not willing to sell the armor and related data, we are not reluctant."

"But... Hulk, should you leave it to us?"

Coulson said with a smile as if he didn't feel the threat from Russell at all.

"Why should I give Hulk to you?"

Russell asked back.

"Hulk is an important fugitive wanted by the government. He stole military secrets and was suspected of killing two scientists, an army officer, an Idaho state trooper, and two Canadian hunters."

"Mr. Bradley, you once assisted General Ross in capturing the Hulk. You don't know this, do you?"

Coulson said calmly.

"And then?" Russell continued to ask.

"Then?"

Coulson did not expect that when he had already said it so bluntly, Russell would actually ask and then.

However, he is an experienced S.H.I.E.L.D. agent after all.

After thinking for a second or two, he continued: "He is also suspected of attacking military troops at Culver University. As for what he did yesterday, I don't need to say it!"

When Coulson finished speaking, Russell suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

"Agent Coulson, I thought you were pretty good. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to become the director of the New York branch of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Hearing this, Coulson had some bad premonitions.

Sure enough, Russell continued: "First of all, Dr. Bruce Banner is wanted by the US government. If you don't remember what Dr. Banner looks like, I can provide you with his photo for free."

"Secondly, you said that Hulk attacked military troops at Culver University. If I remember correctly, no American soldier was injured because of Hulk."

"By the way, the only American soldier who died was called Emil Bronski."

"I killed him. I crushed his head with my own hands, in front of General Ross."

"If you want to use this excuse to arrest Hulk, I suggest that you best contact your superior to see if he supports you to offend me and General Ross at the same time."

"In the end, Hulk did do some things that endangered ordinary people and damaged public facilities yesterday, as well as resisting arrest and attacking the police, but this has nothing to do with you S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"Even if you want to sue Hulk, that's a matter for the New York Police Department. Your S.H.I.E.L.D. authority doesn't include this!"

"So, Director Coulson of the SHIELD New York Branch, please tell me, what qualifications do you have to ask me to hand over the Hulk!"

Russell didn't give Coulson any face, and said directly.

On the surface, S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed a behemoth, supported by the five major...five permanent members of the United Nations.

But when you look at it carefully, the authority of S.H.I.E.L.D. is far less than it seems on the surface.

Not to mention other countries.

In the United States alone, there are more than one or two official agencies of the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Such as FBI, CIA, NSA, Pentagon, etc.

Power is a piece of cake!

Some people get more, others naturally get less.

Conceptually, S.H.I.E.L.D. did nothing wrong.

Maintain world peace, guard against major threats, and protect this fragile blue planet.

But the problem is that their hands are inserted a little too long.

No department likes another department reaching out and taking its rights away.

If there is such a department, it can only show that this department itself is a department with little power.

"Mr. Bradley, we have never planned to be your enemy, nor have we done anything that violates your interests. You don't need to be so hostile to us."

"If you misunderstood something, I can explain it!"

Until now, Coulson couldn't figure out why Russell had such obvious hostility towards S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although it is normal for him to dislike official institutions as a killer.

But obviously, Russell's dislike for S.H.I.E.L.D. has gone beyond the normal range, as if they are enemies who have been at odds for many years.

"You have no plans to be my enemy?"

"Director Coulson, if you don't even believe it yourself, it's better to say less."

"I'll leave it here, armor, I won't sell it, not even a single screw!"

"Hulk, I won't hand it in either!"

"If you want to play, I will accompany you to the end!"

The result of the second meeting between Coulson and Russell was no different from the last one, and they still returned empty-handed.

Forehead…

Strictly speaking, he didn't come home empty-handed.

At least he knew that Russell didn't hate S.H.I.E.L.D. in general.

After Coulson left, Russell put on the endosymbiosis machine-1, left the office, and flew towards the manufacturing plant.

When he came to the factory, Hulk had just finished his breakfast, which lasted for more than an hour, and was holding a small iron bucket originally used to hold ice cubes, pouring tons of wine into his mouth.

Seeing Russell's arrival, Hulk stood up happily and trotted towards him.

Then, he handed the small iron bucket with fingerprints on it to Russell.

"I'd better use a cup!"

Russell glanced at the iron bucket in Hulk's hand, and said quickly.

The room where Hulk lives now was originally a workshop for processing the outer defensive armor of Zaku's armor.

No. 3 temporarily remodeled this place, turning it into Hulk's room.

After arriving at the mountain of wine bottles piled up like a hill, Russell didn't let the robotic arm in the room open the wine for him, and chose a bottle by himself.

This robotic arm was specially obtained by No. 3 to help Hulk open and pour wine.

Hulk's palm and strength are too great~lightnovelpub.net~ It's too embarrassing for him to drink by himself.

Taking a sip of the whiskey in the glass, Russell beckoned to Hulk next to him, letting him come to him.

Then, he said to Hulk, who was nearly three meters tall and smelled of alcohol all over his body, "Hulk, do you want to be a beloved superhero?"

"Super hero?"

It took Hulk a moment to understand what it meant to be a superhero.

"Hulk wants to be a hero, Hulk wants to be loved by others, Hulk wants to be respected!"

After hearing Hulk's answer, Russell showed a satisfied smile.

Although Hulk is not his opponent, the best way to make Hulk obedient is not to convince people with reason, but to let him do it from the heart.

Otherwise, even if he was beaten to the ground, he would not be obedient.

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