"Useless stuff! I should have thrown you in Jotunheim! It's useless!"

After escaping from the trap by chance, Amora vented the anger caused by the defeat on the executioner again. This time she was even worse than last time. First, her proud bewitching skills hit the wall on Venom, and even the wild beast counterattacked (she hasn't figured out why yet), and then Zemo's stupid leader led them all into the trap foolishly, just like a group of brainless goldfish breaking into the fishing net, and finally the red-haired little human witch, who forced her to desperate in the form of a personal hand-to-hand combat that was contrary to common sense, and almost defeated.

Even if the Black Knight is gone, there is such a powerful mage besides him. No matter how reluctant he is, Amora has to start looking at the Atrium, a place that has always been underestimated by her. Maybe humans actually have powerful magic potential that has not been discovered yet? Maybe the average level of Earth mages is so outrageously high?

However, this defeat seems to have nothing to do with the executioner. He did not significantly fall into a disadvantage by fighting against three, and he spent more time and might even have a chance of winning. However, Amora, he fought with the Scarlet Witch in a single fight, and called for help.

"Where is your axe?" she asked loudly.

Well... the axe seemed to have to throw it away in order to save her. If it weren't for this, Amora might have been fucked by Wanda. However, the witch obviously had forgotten this and showed a look of regret, as if she was extremely dissatisfied with his performance.

Of course, the executioner still didn't dare to complain, and he just lowered his head and listened to her scolding.

Amora cursed for a while, and her anger gradually faded a little. It was just at this moment that she seemed to feel something, her expression changed slightly, and then she waved her hand and said, "You go first, I will call you again if you have any problems."

This usually means that she has her own thing to do, so the executioner tactfully stepped back. Amora looked at his back and turned around, wrapped his arms around, slowly drew a light green arc in front of her. A picture seemed to be cracked in the space, and the other end was dark. A figure sat on the pitch-black throne, with his elbow resting on his handrail, and looked at her half-sided with his head in a lazy position.

Amora's face looked a little ugly and said, "Zemo...that human being was proven to be just another idiot. He failed."

"It doesn't matter." said the man on the throne lazily, "Is that thing in your hands?"

"yes."

Amora nodded. She raised her right hand and gently stroked in the air. The shape of a scepter suddenly appeared in the light green mist. The scepter left by Loki on Earth appeared in her hand like a magic trick. The deep blue light pounded at the tip of the scepter, and this time it was undoubtedly a real soul stone.

"Very good, we only need this." The man continued, "Keep low-key. It shouldn't be long before that time comes."

Amora looked stern: "Are you coming?"

The man nodded: "Yes, so you must be prepared too. Wait until that time comes..."

"I understand." Amora nodded heavily, gritting her teeth, "Wait until then, we will take revenge to all of them."

***

Somewhere, in a bar in the wilderness.

Bruce Banner was wearing a brown plaid shirt and a baseball cap and ate simple fast food in a restaurant on the roadside. The store was deserted, with guests distributed in groups of three or three, and the boss was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, holding his cheeks and tilting his head and watching TV.

"... Hulk's whereabouts are still unknown a few days ago, and the Avengers have not given any explanation for the accident in the Avenger Building. However, there is news that they are currently interested in firing Hulk's Avenger identity, but there is no official statement yet..."

The broadcast of the blonde reporter on TV made Banner feel upset. He couldn't help asking the boss: "Can you lock that up?"

"Some people want to see it."

The person who replied was not the boss, but a man with a buzz cut and a sleeveless vest. He sat down next to Banner with a meal: "Do you mind?"

"No." Banner moved to the side. But he felt strange, which made him feel like he was eating a working meal in the cafeteria.

"Don't like the news? I guess, are you a fan of the Avengers?"

"no."

But I'm an Avenger... I used to be. Banner said in his belly.

"Ha, by chance, I'm not. I've never liked these superheroes..."

The man talked endlessly, as if they were old friends who had never seen each other for many years. His topic shifted from news to his personal opinion. He said that he was a truck driver and that he had a batch of goods to deliver today. He also said that he had a son, who liked superheroes like the Avengers very much...

Banner initially made some polite comments, but soon became bored and only occasionally responded absent-mindedly. He was irritated at this time and did not feel like he was chatting with others.

The man quickly finished lunch. He wiped his mouth, stood up and made a move to prepare for leaving.

"I'm glad to chat with you. You look like a good person, but we have no choice... Mr. Banner."

"You are saying...wait, how do you know my name?"

Banner had just realized that the man's hand had been pressed on his shoulder. He felt the tingling pain, as if a needle had pierced his skin, and a chillous ball of stuff poured into his blood.

Banner jumped out of his seat and looked at the man in surprise.

"I don't know who you are, but what you just did...it's not a good idea."

The violent energy surged along the blood, and his veins swelled up all over his body, and his eyes turned green... but it only took just a moment. Soon his eyes returned to their original state. The hot energy seemed to suddenly dissipate, taking away his anger. Heavy tiredness followed, making him feel as heavy as if he was filled with lead.

Banner staggered for a moment, holding the table before barely stopping.

"How...you...?"

"Thanks to you who sent your blood sample to Dr. Samuel Stern. Although the Hulk inhibitor developed by Dr. Stern was finally proven to be a failure, it did have some effect. We purified the serum he developed, upgraded his formula, and successfully found a way to suppress Hulk. Now unless you are fatally threatened, that green guy will not come out to make trouble again..."

The man's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther in his ears, and even the sight in front of Banner began to blur. He held the table and knelt on the ground, raised his head with difficulty, and saw that the people in the restaurant were standing up. The couple at the end were having a good conversation at the table, the guy reading the newspaper by the window, and even the boss in a daze behind the counter...

He reacted. From the beginning, this restaurant was a trap. Someone set up a net of heaven and earth, and the beast that was waiting for was his.

Banner gritted his teeth: "Who are you...?"

The restaurant door was pushed open from the outside. General Ross, wearing a military uniform and a rigid expression, walked in.

"Long time no see, Banner." He looked at Banner coldly, who was gradually falling down, and said, "This time, no one can save you."
Chapter completed!