Chapter 1408 Crazy Bronski

After understanding the cause and effect, Bronski's anger was like a burning firewood, burning fiercely and difficult to contain.

He stared at Bruce Banner angrily, his bloodshot eyes full of unwillingness and despair.

Banner stood helplessly in place, his face pale, his hands trembling slightly. Obviously, he had exhausted all his strength and could no longer transform into the powerful Hulk.

Bronski's chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed to be spewing angry flames.

He took a step forward, his hands tightly grasped Banner's shoulders like iron pliers, and shook him hard, as if to wake him up or break him.

"Why! Why can't you become the Hulk?!"

His voice was hoarse and low, full of uncontrollable anger and disappointment.

However, Banner just lowered his head weakly and let Bronski shake him.

Seeing this, Bronski became even more angry.

He suddenly let go of Banner and turned to Samuel who was standing aside.

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

His eyes widened in horror, and his body involuntarily stepped back, but Bronski's movements were faster than his.

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

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

But his efforts were in vain, Bronski's strength was amazing, and he 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 hard and shouted weakly: "You...what are you going to do? Put me down!"

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

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

Samuel was lifted high, and he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

He swallowed hard and answered hoarsely: "Who? Ahem... Who is missing?"

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

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

Samuel was so frightened that he trembled all over. He had never experienced such a scene.

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

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

He answered 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, Bronski's eyes flashed with disappointment and anger.

"You're lying!" he roared, "They came to you with great difficulty, they must want you to do something. Now Hulk is gone, it must be related to you! What did you do?!"

Samuel was frightened by Bronski's roar, and 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 didn't believe his explanation.

He stared at Samuel's eyes tightly, trying to find a trace of lies in them. But there was only fear and innocence in Samuel's eyes, which made him feel more angry and disappointed.

Samuel's voice became smaller and smaller.

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

Of course, he was not ready to let this guy go easily. In fact, Bronski had already brewed a more far-reaching plan in his heart.

Samuel was thrown to the ground roughly, and his hands instinctively strangled his throat. Every breath seemed to be a fierce negotiation with the god of death.

His face turned purple due to lack of oxygen, and his eyes bulged, full of fear and unwillingness. The cough was intermittent, mixed with the hissing sound of sputum, which sounded extremely painful.

Samuel gasped, and every breath he took seemed to squeeze the air in his lungs to the limit. He had never experienced such a close feeling of death.

His resentment towards Bronski was like a raging fire burning in his heart, and at the same time, his hatred for the government organization reached its peak.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one look!

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

Bronski had a cold smile on his lips, as if everything just now was just an insignificant game.

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

Samuel raised his head, his eyes full of doubt 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."

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

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

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

Samuel was frightened by this sudden question and trembled all over. He could feel the dangerous aura emanating from Bronski, which was a state beyond the limits of normal humans and almost crazy.

"I don't know,"

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

Bronski listened, frowning, his face full of dissatisfaction and anxiety.

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

He raised his hand, holding a pistol between his fingers, and the black muzzle pointed directly at Samuel's forehead. The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

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

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

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