Hulk Capture Operation

The next morning, Base Two, a military facility on the outskirts of New York.

Military helicopters and transport aircraft periodically landed at the vast airfield. Elite soldiers from across the United States had gathered together, their muscular arms bare beneath the sun as they clustered in teams to discuss matters, as though preparing to launch a secret war.

A Black officer and a white-haired, middle-aged general stood on a low slope beside the airfield, looking over the elite force gradually assembling below.

"General, I’ve gathered all the soldiers you requested. They’re the best of the best! And of course, there’s one truly top-tier candidate!" The Black officer flashed a row of white teeth and spoke confidently.

Buzz, buzz!

At that moment, a military helicopter slowly slid down to land. The soldiers and officers looked up to see its cabin door open wide. A blond young man sat by the doorway, his expression cold and his hair wild. At a glance, he was clearly a decisive, battle-hardened elite soldier.

"Emil Blonsky, born in Russia and seconded from the British Royal Marines. The finest all-around soldier in the world." The Black officer said proudly, "I believe no one is more suited to carry out that secret mission."

"Joseph, don’t speak too soon. If you knew that last night, I successfully invited…"

Before the Thunderbolt General could finish speaking, a private helicopter flew into the airfield, its fuselage bearing the striking logos of Stark Industries and the Supernatural Agency.

"He’s here. Hurry over." The Thunderbolt General waved his hand, his expression faintly excited as he left the slope and jogged into the airfield. He was actually going to greet the arrival personally.

The Black officer froze for a moment before hurriedly following after him.

The private helicopter and military helicopter landed almost simultaneously. They were also the final batch of elite personnel gathered for this operation.

With Officer Joseph, the mission’s organizer, and the Thunderbolt General, its commander, both appearing in such haste to greet the arrival, the many soldiers present could not help but stare in surprise.

Emil had just jumped out of the cabin with a duffel bag on his back when he saw the famous Thunderbolt General walking this way. Even with all his hardened resolve, he was secretly taken aback.

"General!" Emil stood at attention and saluted respectfully, only for the Thunderbolt General to give a slight nod and swiftly pass him by, heading toward the private helicopter on the ground.

Its cabin door opened, and a silver-haired young man slowly stepped down. He wore only a hooded casual outfit and yawned lazily. He did not look like someone who had answered a summons to battle, but more like someone arriving for a vacation.

Yet the instant he appeared, the entire military base airfield fell silent. The soldiers and officers all stood with their mouths open, their faces filled with shock and excitement.

It was as if they had seen a living legend step out of some precious military documentary archive!

After contacting the sender of the email the previous night, Kyle had left Yutong at the new company in New York and come to the base alone with Venom and Weiss.

The moment he stepped out of the helicopter cabin, he saw an elderly-looking middle-aged general approaching him and asked, "You’re the Thunderbolt General?"

"Thunderbolt General is merely a nickname others gave me."

The Thunderbolt General tightly clasped Kyle’s hand, keeping his posture low as he looked at him with slightly reddened eyes. "Mr. Kyle. My name is Ross Taylor. You can call me Ross. I’m Joseph Taylor’s son."

"Joseph’s son?"

Kyle paused, and an image flashed through his mind: a rookie soldier sparring with a combat instructor beneath the sunset over sixty years ago.

He said wistfully, "It’s been a long time. Was Joseph doing well?"

"My father passed away twenty years ago." General Ross’s eyes reddened as he looked at Kyle sincerely. "Before he died, he would often mumble your name in confusion. Unfortunately, we couldn’t contact you then, so he never got to see you one last time."

Kyle said nothing more. He patted General Ross on the shoulder in comfort and let out a soft sigh.

That was how ordinary humans were. They were born, they aged, they fell ill, and they died. Nothing could be more natural.

Kyle and General Ross spoke as they headed toward the base offices.

The Black officer remained standing blankly on the airfield. From the moment he saw Kyle appear, he had fallen into the same dreamlike daze as the soldiers around him.

They had actually invited the Symbol of Peace—was this so-called secret mission meant to destroy an entire country?!

"Symbol of Peace." Emil quietly clenched his fists, a dim haze clouding his eyes. Even someone as proud as him had to lower his head now.

No matter how far he had risen in the military, even if he stood among the world’s finest soldiers, there was an entirely new height above that standard. No soldier could catch up to it, or even touch it. They could only look up in awe.

Inside the general’s office.

After Kyle sat down, General Ross closed the door, took out a classified document from a drawer, and handed it to him.

Kyle did not stand on ceremony. He opened it and began reading. It contained information on a young man, along with a thick stack of confidential files.

"What you’re holding is Bruce Banner’s personal file, as well as the classified files on the Hulk incident."

General Ross gave a simple explanation. "Bruce Banner was originally a biology professor at Culver University, working on a biological cell enhancement project. Later, a biotechnology accident occurred in the laboratory, and he was exposed to a massive dose of Gamma Radiation. His body mutated, turning him into the incredibly powerful green creature from last night’s video. We call it the ‘Hulk’!"

Kyle flipped further through the documents. There were many photographs attached behind them, all detailing what scale of military force had fought the Hulk, where, and when.

In battles large and small, the military had suffered nothing but crushing defeats! In the photographs, whether tanks or fighter jets, everything had been crushed and torn apart into heaps of scrap metal without exception!

General Ross continued, "After several failed attempts to capture him, the Hulk disappeared. Over the past four years, the military has suspected that he reverted to human form and hid somewhere in the world."

"You contacted me in such a hurry because you found him?" Kyle smiled as he made the deduction.

"That’s right." General Ross nodded, his expression grave. "Two days ago, an elderly man bought a bottle of beverage produced in Brazil at a supermarket in New York and died on the spot after drinking it. Doctors detected an extremely high level of gamma radiation in that beverage. After two days of investigation, I’m confident that the Hulk is hiding in Brazil! I have also more or less identified his exact location!"

"It’s enough that you found him." Kyle nodded, set down the documents, and looked directly at General Ross. "Are you certain that everyone will follow my orders throughout this mission?"

"Of course!" General Ross nodded without hesitation.

"Good. Then I’ll give my first order now."

Kyle said gravely, "All combat personnel in this operation are to serve as logistics support, evacuating and guiding any civilians who may be affected."

"I’ll handle the Hulk alone!"