The only prisoner in the cell stared at the fearsome yellow eyes, staring at the scene on the wall in front of him for a while, as if to confirm whether this was a real scene or the hallucination that he had been trapped in this boring and boring prison for too long.

Maybe anyone with basic thinking skills will have this question, because a hot and sexy blonde girl with a hot body may be the most unlikely thing in this lifeless prison. But she looks so vivid. She smiled evilly and said in a light voice: "Relax, big guy. I am real, not your fantasy. My name is Amora, I just want to talk."

After pausing, she added, "Or, I'll bring someone to talk to you."

So she might also read minds. This woman is like a worm in his belly, even knowing everything he is thinking.

Amora retreated aside and disappeared from the picture on the wall. Then Baron Zemo, wearing a purple one-piece uniform, appeared. Their alternation felt like they were entering and leaving the TV. The prisoner couldn't help but wonder if it was because some idiots in this prison were so idle that they had made such a farce to enter and relax him.

"Col. Brownsky." Zemo looked at the big guy bound like a giant steel cocoon from the wall, and said, "I'm glad I finally met after hearing Daming for a long time."

The prisoner in the shackles narrowed his yellow eyes and vomited heavy breaths.

Emil Brownski, this is his original name, but it is also a name he has long abandoned.

He was born in Russia, but grew up in England. He received so many achievements after joining the army that he had achieved amazingly. His resume in the army was as beautiful as a fake. He had been seconded from the Royal Marines to the US Special Operations Command, carrying out various forms of special tasks, proficient in all weapons, and good at completing tasks under various situations. He was almost the king of soldiers.

According to the merits he made, he should have been promoted to a higher military rank, but he rejected every opportunity he appeared in front of him. The reason was very simple, because he was a warrior, a warrior born for the battlefield. He enjoyed every mission, enjoyed the rain of bullets on the battlefield, and enjoyed the stimulation of blood rushing when leading the team to charge.

It seemed that only when he held the gun in his hand and felt his heartbeat and pulse clearly could he truly come back to life.

But time is unforgiving, and Brownsky, who was in his forties, soon lost his glory at his peak. As a soldier, both his body and his spirit began to age, but he was still full of fighting spirit.

A new opportunity appeared before him, that is Hulk.

His glorious and beautiful resume was spotted by General Ross, the head of the Hulk capture team. Then Brownsky ​​was recruited into this special team to capture Hulk, which also became the beginning of his opportunity.

From the first encounter with Hulk, a beast in Brownsky's heart was awakened. The barbaric, strange power, and destructive power that Hulk showed deeply attracted him. He began to become fascinated, and even felt that this was something he had to have throughout his life.

He received an injection of a special agent under General Ross and obtained strong physical strength similar to the "super soldier". In the subsequent operations, he was even more fortunate enough to obtain the extract obtained from Bruce Banner's blood and injected it into his body.

From that moment on, Emile Brownsky ​​ceased to exist. They gave Brownsky ​​a new name - Abhorror.

Like Hulk, he transformed into a savage, extremely powerful giant, and obtained the power to sweep everything as he wished. The explosive energy filled with blood, the omnipotent pleasure made him lose his mind for a moment.

He rushed to the streets of New York and faced the entire Hulk capture team head-on. Powerful thermal weapons such as heavy artillery missiles did not pose any threat to him. Tanks and armored vehicles became like paper-filled models in his eyes. At that time, he almost felt that he was invincible in the world.

Until Hulk fell from the sky, beat him up and beat him half to death. So now he was like this, locked in this dead prison by layers of shackles. A stick-like mechanical device half a meter thick was inserted into his spine, and some chemicals were continuously injected into his blood, making him unable to exert any of the strange powers that could move mountains and seas.

"Yes, I know your name and everything about you," said Baron Zemo. "You are an admirable warrior, a real strong man. I admire you very much, Colonel Bronsky, whether it is your skills and talents, or what you have acquired through the acquired method..." He paused and looked at the hatred, "...Talent."

The hatred didn't make a sound, but the breath in the nasal cavity seemed to be heavier.

"A strong man like you who is outstanding and has such power should overtake others, rather than be slowly decaying in such an unwelcome corner. And I, Baron Zemo, can just give you such an opportunity, an opportunity to break free from your cage and gain everything that originally belonged to you - or even more. As long as you promise to be part of our next career, I can help you get out of this place right now."

Zemo in the picture seems to have taken a step closer.

"I know you can't move, you can't speak, Colonel Brownsky. But you don't need it either. If you promise, just blinking your eyes, it means you're willing to join and you'll be able to get out immediately.

But just a reminder, once you agree to join, there is no option to regret it in the middle of the journey.”

Almost without thinking, he blinked his eyelids twice in abhorrently.

No matter what, it's good, he's already fed up with this ghost place. He's happy to go out from here and let him do whatever he can do.

"Very good." Baron Zemo nodded, as if he had made a gesture behind him.

A few seconds later, Hades felt that the device that was penetrated into the spine seemed to move. The heavy mechanical cylinder let out a low cry, as if it was pulled out of his neck by an invisible hand. Blood gushed out from the wound on his spine, but in just two or three seconds the wound that penetrated his bone marrow was repaired by his powerful self-healing ability.

The power returned to his body within a few seconds when the cylinder was pulled out, and the domineering power that made him intoxicated came back! He felt the blood heat up again, and the restless flames swept through his limbs and bones, as if a pile of extinguished dry firewood was reignited!

Abominable let out a roar like thunder from his throat, and his arms raised their muscles, breaking the layers of indestructible super-strong composite metal that bound his body in a series of violent and crisp sounds. After several years, he finally stretched out his arms again, raised his head and roared high, and the roar echoed like thunder in the confined space.
Chapter completed!