American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Throughout his long career, Banner has roughly figured out the Hulk's behavior pattern: in addition to uncontrollable anger causing the Hulk to appear, Banner himself encountering danger also causes the Hulk to appear.

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This conclusion was reached after Banner attempted suicide multiple times.

Whether it's suicide by gunshot or electrocution, the Hulk will rush to Banner's aid without hesitation whenever he senses that Banner's life is threatened, and then use his powerful healing ability to directly recover from fatal injuries, even if Banner's suicide is caused by the Hulk himself.

Gradually, Banner's rapid breathing, which had been gripping his belt tightly, returned to normal, and he began to survey the passageway: it was a narrow, dark room without a single light.

"This is where?"

Crawling forward in the darkness, inching closer to the entrance, a faint light appeared in the room amidst Banner's questioning voice.

"This is where I sleep."

Under the bright lights, Banner and Wade, who was in his arms, could see everything in the room.

From the gap between her and the wall, a hand made entirely of brick appeared, the candle tip on its palm flickering with dancing flames, illuminating Darwin's stone face, which was almost blending into the wall.

"Although most of the time I blend into the outer wall of the castle to mitigate the erosion of the madness, sometimes I also need to separate from the stone wall to give my body a brief respite from being completely assimilated by the wall."

Having said that, Darwin slowly twisted his body, breaking free from the wall behind him, and stepped into the center of the room. A large amount of gravel and sand overflowed from his body as he shook himself, causing the stones to fall out. Even the grass roots swayed slightly. Darwin staggered toward Banner and the others.

Chapter 939 What do you want to say?

At first, Darwin's leg-washing gesture seemed very tentative; it was clear that he had not walked in human form for a long time.

But gradually, the principle of survival of the fittest became apparent, and Darwin quickly adapted. Gradually, his once wall-like face transformed into a flesh-and-blood figure. Apart from the lines of marks on his face, he could hardly see any resemblance between himself and his former self.

“You look much smoother now than before, Darwin.”

Looking at Darwin, who had returned to human form, in Banner's hands, Wade said casually.

Upon hearing this, Darwin smiled slightly and opened his mouth as if to say something.

Suddenly, the survivor noticed a figure on the wall, rapidly approaching their room, "293." She quickly stopped talking and warned them, "Prophet, be careful, someone is coming."

"Who, Nightcrawler?"

"If they're night stalkers, they can definitely teleport directly."

He shook his head, raised the candle in his hand, and touched the flame shooting out of the wick with his palm. The next second, a layer of blazing flame instantly enveloped Darwin, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

The ability to survive by adapting to the environment allowed Darwin's body to automatically mutate and develop adaptive abilities. Just as his body would morph into a rock-like shape upon contact with a stone wall, it would also spontaneously mutate into similar adaptability when exposed to fire. This adaptation could take two forms: one was to give his body strong fire resistance, shielding it from the damage of flames; the other was for his body to immediately regenerate, allowing...

Both adaptations of these works, for better or worse, were carried out entirely according to Darwin's own requirements.

boom

The very next second after Darwin had adjusted, a deafening rumble came from the wall in front of them, followed by a muscular figure appearing in the center of the room.

The speaker's tall figure occupied most of the room, making Banner's living space somewhat smaller.

"Deadpool has been found"

Taking a deep breath, his tall frame instantly shrank to normal size like a deflated balloon. Everyone's eyes darted through the crowd before settling on the wild grass in Banner's hand.

"The last timeline of infection is still ongoing."

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rumbling

Inside the laboratory, Thor raised his Stormbreaker and charged at Tony like an angry bolt of lightning.

Tony raised his arm to block Thor's slash. In his Thor armor form, Tony lost the flexibility and adaptability of the Mark 50, but the armor's defensive capabilities were greatly enhanced.

Tony blocked Thor's attack with one hand, then swung his right arm, clad in armor, at Thor in front of him.

If hit, it could leave another wound on Thor's face, while the other side is balanced.

Boo!

But just a second before the armor of the Rebel God was about to strike Thor, his hand gripped the armor's fist tightly.

"To Asgard!"

A tremendous force, no less powerful than anti-tank armor, erupted from Thor's thick arm. Tony's fist slowly moved away from the armor, and Thor glared at Tony, who was wearing the armor, with bloodshot eyes, roaring angrily.

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

Hearing Thor's angry roar, Tony, clad in his armor, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Then, Thor, who was standing in front of him, looked up and pounded on the gem on the chest of his armor.

Click, click, click

Thor's attack was so powerful that he barely had time to retreat. Under the combined assault of the two, the tiny cracks around the Asgardian gem covering Tony's chest began to spread little by little. Although these cracks were quickly healed by the nanoparticles of the suit, Thor took the opportunity to control the surrounding lightning and aimed it directly at the shattered part of the suit's chest.

"Warning, warning, the main energy capacity of the anti-Thor armor has been damaged..."

A sharp warning rang in Tony's ears on Friday, and at the same time, a faint electric current spread through his body.

Clearly, Thor's lightning had swept the damaged part of the armor inward.

While nanoparticles have an unparalleled advantage in adapting to their environment, they clearly cannot help Tony completely shield himself from the shocks of electric current, especially the constant, intense lightning emanating from Thor's body, which even the Asgardian gems cannot completely absorb.

"Emergency shutdown system activated"

Disturbed by the deafening thunder and realizing that Tony's life was threatened under the Thor armor, Friday urgently activated the disabling device, directly lifting Tony out of the armor and launching him out.

The hatch behind the anti-tank armor opened, and a small Tony, encased in armor, flew out.

"As it turns out, a backup plan is just a backup plan."

Tony, wearing a nano-bronze armor that was noticeably thinner than before, looked at Thor, who was about to glow, and the Anti-Thor armor, which was now just an empty shell. The expression under his helmet revealed some of his inner thoughts.

As Tony ejected from the armor, the frontal anti-torture armor immediately lost its original combat capability.

Click!

Thor swung his Stormbreaker and cleaved the empty suit of armor in front of him in half, then stomped on the helmet and charged at Tony with a roar.

"To Asgard!"

"So much like the Hulk's current slogan."

Even in such a critical situation, Tony couldn't suppress the urge to complain. After all, Sora's threat was one thing, but his stupid act of shouting slogans was another. If the situation weren't so dangerous, he would have ignored Sora's current state and waited for him to come to his senses before claiming that Sora had lost his mind after seeing him—how ridiculous!

"However, it seems there's no chance now... I never imagined I would die at the hands of the Avengers..."

Chapter 940 Matching Behavior

"I will stop him..."

Darwin twisted his fingers, emitting some starlight, and tilted his head, looking at the large group of people in front of him.

Darwin strode forward, leaving a long trail of fire on the ground, like a moving flame sweeping menacingly toward the tribe.

"I hate guys who burn!"

Seeing Darwin engulfed in flames, Dakun's expression suddenly changed from his previous inability to express himself to obvious disgust, and his voice became like that of a young girl.

He reached out his hand towards the burning figure, and the next second, the flames that had engulfed Darwin's body enveloped the gladiator's hands as if they were alive.

DI, a rebellious teenager with the ability to control fire.

puff

Clenching her fist to extinguish the flame in her hand, Dakun frowned as she looked at Darwin standing in front of her, her voice changing from that of a rebellious girl to a deep, somber tone.

"I don't want to make unnecessary sacrifices. So many people have already died in this world. Give me Deadpool, and I'll change everything."

It's not hard to guess from the words "big group" that his target is Wade, who is in Banner's possession.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Darwin shook his head and declined everyone's kind offer without saying a word.

"The Seer is extremely important to the mutants in the shelter, and I will absolutely not let you take him away."

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As Darwin spoke, it was as if a new layer of stone skin had reappeared on the surface of his body.

"It seems the negotiations have broken down, and it's finally my turn."

Looking at Darwin lying before him, surrounded by countless stones, Dakun's eyes flickered slightly, then his voice shifted from a deep tone to a sharper one. He reached out a hand, adjusted his non-existent glasses, and asked in a casual tone, "What kind of food do you like?"

"what?"

Rather than expressing a question, Darwin was more puzzled by the way everyone was blocking his attack.

But he quickly understood why the person he was talking to had asked the question.

Large amounts of white salt gushed out from the area occupied by the tribe, and at the same time, Darwin's stone-covered hand began to turn into a huge block of salt at a visible speed.

Johnny Gomora, a woman with the ability to turn anything she touches into salt.

Katcha, Katcha

He took a few steps back and grabbed the arm that the tribe had grabbed, but the man's ability did not stop at breaking free. On the contrary, the white salt was slowly eroding other parts of Darwin's body. In just a few seconds, Darwin's entire body turned into a snow-white salt doomsday statue.

Your tastes seem to have gotten stronger.