Chapter 132: Hulk

Sunset.

Culver Lake was very quiet. A breeze blew across the lake, creating ripples while brushing past the riverbank, waking Natasha, who had been lying on the grass in a faint.

Natasha opened her eyes faintly, looking blankly at the orange-red sun.

The next second.

Her pupils focused rapidly, and she leaped up from the grass, quickly assuming a classic combat stance.

But...

There was no one around, except for the yellow Corolla not far away whose roof she had just flattened, and Bruce Banner, who lay on the cracked ground in front of the ruins of the vacation cabin, his life status unknown.

Wait.

Bruce Banner?

Natasha reacted, running quickly to Bruce's side, who was soaking wet, wearing only a pair of high-quality shorts, and lying on the cracked ground. After testing that Bruce still had a faint breath, she quickly took a syringe from her pocket and, with a "click," inserted it directly into Bruce's chest.

The effect of the injection was immediate.

The second after Natasha pulled the needle out, Bruce, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

The next second.

"Ah!"

Bruce Banner sat up abruptly from the ground, his face full of terror, mouth wide open, breathing heavily.

Natasha, who was watching Bruce come back to life from the side, couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After a while.

Bruce's breathing gradually stabilized, and his terrified expression slowly softened.

Natasha supported Bruce to the riverbank and sat him down under a tree that had broken in two-thirds of the way up. After Bruce leaned against the tree to rest, she finally asked him.

"What happened?"

"..."

Bruce didn't speak, his brows furrowed, seemingly trying hard to recall something.

Natasha didn't urge him, just waited for Bruce's memory while seemingly thinking of something, subconsciously touching the back of her head.

In her mind, she recalled the pair of eyes she had seen when she fainted.

After all...

Those were a pair of perfect fan-shaped eyes.

Who is she?

Natasha thought to herself.

Just then.

Bruce, with his brows still furrowed, looked down at his two arms. After squeezing them hard, he seemed to confirm something, looked up at Natasha, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Hulk is dead."

Natasha came back to her senses, subconsciously widening her eyes as she looked at Bruce, as if she hadn't heard clearly, or as if she couldn't quite believe this answer.

After all...

That was Hulk.

"Hulk is dead!"

Bruce Banner repeated, recalling the residual memory images in his mind: "He dragged Hulk to the bottom of the lake. Hulk had no way to shake him off and was suppressed alive at the bottom of the lake. He seemed not to need to breathe, and just like that, he killed Hulk at the bottom of the lake, but... he didn't choose to kill me."

His tone had an indescribable feeling, and he even had a strange feeling toward this murderer who killed Hulk.

How to put it?

Hate?

Not really.

Because no one hated Hulk more than he did himself. Although after the Battle of New York, he and Hulk chose to reconcile and could be considered able to freely control his transformation into Hulk, this didn't mean he had completely accepted Hulk.

Let's put it this way: if he could choose, he would still hope that he would never transform into Hulk again.

After all, Hulk had ruined everything he originally possessed, caused him to leave his girlfriend, and forced him to run to Bharat, where even the air was poisonous, to hide.

And now, the dream had come true; someone had really helped him kill the Hulk inside him.

So from this perspective, Bruce was too grateful to even think about hating him.

It's just...

Speaking of gratitude?

Bruce Banner frowned slightly, feeling a strange sensation.

He couldn't clearly explain what this feeling was right now.

But one thing was certain.

"Hulk is dead."

"Killed by that person named Hawk."

"I am very sure of this."

Bruce took a deep breath. Under Natasha's gaze, he clenched his fists, but he could no longer feel the palpitations that used to occur when he was about to transform into Hulk.

He even felt a bit lost inside, as if he always felt he had lost something.

Natasha fell into silence upon hearing Bruce's confirmation.

Just at this moment, a rapid phone ringtone rang out from the grass not far away. ===== CHAPTER 134 =====