The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 330 29. Rotten Rebirth in The Incredible Hulk·Doomsday

   "Sister, do you have the ability to restrict this program?"

  In the early morning of the next day, when the K team set off again, Mason, who was sitting in the cockpit of the monster lizard heavy tank this time, handed over the sandbox processor in his hand to the hacker expert in the team.

  Batgirl took it over and looked at it, then popped out the connecting device from her wrist and inserted it into the processor.

  Colorful lights emerged from the eye sockets of the bionic eye, indicating that the cracking program was running. After a few seconds, Barbara disconnected, threw the sandbox processor to Mason, and said:

   "No, it has multiple encryptions inside. The person who made this processor is a million times smarter than me. There is a data destruction program inside. Once I crack it forcibly, it will be over.

   But Judy should have a way. "

  Barbara said with emotion:

   "She always has weird ways to unlock this troublesome self-upgrading encryption program, and she said that the technology of tinkering with the mother box has found something interesting, and she will share it with me later."

   "Well, the growing intimacy between the two of you worries me."

   Mason whispered:

   "I'm worried for Grayson, maybe his attractive **** is being replaced by some of Judy's flair for you. As far as I know, Judy is a very interesting girl.

  You have to grasp it, old lady, don't make Grayson sad, you are already wearing the ring given by others. "

   "This is not something you should care about!"

  Barbara turned cold, but quickly changed the subject and said:

   "How long do you plan to stay here? Compared with our previous pioneering operations, this time the progress is so slow that I am a little crazy, and this world does not make people feel very comfortable.

   Look, Halle is still beating dishonest Ashley in the Spider Car.

   That rebellious and crazy spider girl is really a headache. She has no mental illness, she just learned from a group of bad guys. "

   "Then let Harley do 'personality correction' for her."

  Mason waved his hand and said:

   "My little girlfriend is a doctor of psychology, she knows how to bring this child back on track."

   "Little girlfriend?"

  Barbara immediately corrected:

   "Harry is nine years older than you! Mason, you are her little fresh meat."

   "This kind of thing can't just depend on age."

  Mason wants to explain his relationship with Harley, but soon realizes that the topic is being led by the cunning Barbara to ask her little brother to say something that can satisfy her gossip.

  Then the captain immediately stopped the topic and returned to the topic just now. He leaned on the supine co-pilot of the Demon Lizard heavy tank, looking at the electronic map of the world compiled by Barbara through collecting data from all over the place.

   "We're going to New Babylon!"

  Mason said seriously:

  "The current clues are showing that the world's nuclear war seventeen years ago was not just caused by internal struggles, and the outsiders who played the role of 'saviors' in that incident were not clean.

   But they concealed this very well, and the hunters, swordsmen, and members of the Ex team were all kept in the dark.

   But I believe that we can find all the information we need in New Babylon, that is the end of our journey, and we have to get there within three days! "

   "Then there will be no rest."

   Barbara says:

   "Unless three supermen carry us and fly there, it's not impossible, but it may be a surprise, after all, it is the territory of the Red Skull, the 'doomsday president' of this world.

  Mason, do you think he is the A-level person lurking in this world? "

"maybe."

  Mason stroked the old Wan helmet in his arms, and said softly:

  "But I have a hunch that when we get closer to the truth, there may be more than one A-level person who will jump out to obstruct us. I think we may find something more amazing under this wasteland.

   It's like a cocoon, Barbara.

   Various secrets from seventeen years ago are being revealed little by little before our eyes, and we are getting close to the core. "

   "We're also getting closer to danger."

  Batgirl handed over the remodeled Lizard heavy tank to Delaman to operate independently, and lay in this cramped and professional cockpit with her younger brother.

  She stretched her body and whispered:

  “Even with three Kryptonians and two guys with great potential and potential as teammates, I still don’t have any sense of security, maybe because it’s really different now.

  Tell me honestly, Mason, did you split Selena, Charles, and Jarcon to leave behind?

  You also sense the danger of progression, right? "

   "Almost, but you don't have to think too much."

  Mason said frankly:

   "The current situation is that our business is getting bigger and bigger, and someone who can rest assured must be sent out to take charge of the overall situation. Selina is in charge of Gotham World's intelligence network and supports the old man's secret operations, and then makes a good handover with the old man.

  Charles will assist her and take care of our old and weak women and children, such as Elizabeth's child Henry and Serena entrusted to us by Barbossa.

  Jackson is going back to the wizarding world.

  He is the most suitable handover person, and the mess between him and Xiao Zha must have a result.

   Now even Jack and the others are busy. Once the minions trained in the Osborne Tower gain strength, they will become our best backup for every operation.

  You think there are more and more people, but I feel that there are not enough people, and people are needed everywhere. I even want you to be responsible alone.”

   "Don't even think about it!"

  Barbara interrupted him, Batgirl said stubbornly:

   "I have to watch over you for Bruce and Gordon, lest you suddenly go crazy one day and go to die with the big villains or something like that, your character is absolutely capable of such a thing.

  The second barrel has to be transferred back!

  In this way, the two of us may restrain you from doing really dangerous moves. "

   "I'm not as vulnerable as you think."

  Mason quibbles:

   "I intend to live to see the end of the Dark Ages."

   "You better be so."

  Batgirl said softly:

   "We'll make it to the end, Mason, we will. Seriously though, I was taken aback when you said you were from this world and not a little orphan in Gotham City.

  Who would have thought that our Gordon family had done good deeds and adopted an 'alien orphan'.

  However, if you think about your bizarre origin, it seems that it can perfectly explain your uniqueness. Perhaps only you who have experienced world travel in infancy can make such a career at such a young age.

   Also, Logan said that you will awaken your true power when you complete the third phase of that experiment, will you become a guy as powerful as Superman? "

   "Probably not."

  Mason rubbed his chin and said:

   "The mutant's ability to take effect depends entirely on God's will. I think my luck may not be good enough to extract Omega-level abilities. To be honest, I am very satisfied with Alpha-level strength."

   "Mason, beyond that mountain ahead is the 'God's Fallen Land', do you want to go and have a look?"

  Eagle Eye's voice sounded in the communication, interrupting the conversation between Mason and Batgirl.

  The captain thought for a while and said:

   "Is that where the evil **** Loki died? Let's take a look on the way. We got Thor's Hammer. We should help Thor bring some dying thoughts to his brother.

   You can't take other people's things for nothing. "

  —

   "Boom"

  In the ruins of San Francisco, a big brawl has come to an end.

  Facing the onslaught of the Hulk Gang, the Ghost Rider Gang, which had lost their "sacred object", was obviously not an opponent. The second leader they had just elected tried their best to resist, but they were still quickly defeated.

  A small number of riders were torn apart and eaten by the berserk sons of the Hulk, and most of the riders were driven together by the cannon fodder who surrounded them before they could escape.

   This time, the Hulk Gang, uncharacteristically, not only did not flog the captured cannon fodder, but also distributed weapons, locomotives, and food equipment to them under the command of several sons of the Hulk who were directly descended from the blood.

   Still in the attitude of cultivating a cannon fodder servant army.

  The number of the Hulk gang is around five hundred, all descended from the poor women and Bruce Banner that the crazy Hulk plundered after seventeen years of breaking Thor's neck.

  Probably inheriting Hulk's weird bloodline, these green-skinned guys are barbaric and have some habits of beasts.

   Their reproduction and growth is astonishingly fast.

  And regardless of whether the other party is an ordinary woman or not, as long as the child is conceived, it must be the son of the green-skinned Hulk, and the captured men will also be abused and tortured by the female Hulk until they also complete their conception.

   In other words, as long as the Hulk gang is given enough time, they can reproduce a new civilization on the wasteland by themselves.

"come over!"

  The heavy chains pulled the body of the second leader of the Ghost Rider Gang, dragging the disheveled and strong man on the ground. The savage Sons of Hulk laughed, but the humiliated man dared not speak out.

  He didn't have the luck to inherit Johnny Blazer's bloodline and be recognized by the evil spirit motorcycle and endowed with the power of immortality. Besides, that motorcycle was snatched away by a damned stranger the day before yesterday.

  He is just a fierce wasteland bully, how could he be able to defeat these green-skinned thugs?

   "Papa wants to see you! I warn you, be honest."

   An extremely strong son of the Hulk stepped forward, smashed the hideous nail mace in his hand on the ground, and scolded the disheartened guy:

   "The old man will answer whatever he asks you! If you dare to talk nonsense, be careful that we will eat you."

   After finishing speaking, this guy was taken to the "Hulk War Vehicle" guarded by twenty fully armed Sons of Hulk, which was a "mobile palace" composed of various abandoned vehicles.

   There are more than 20 wheels of different sizes carrying the chaotic but weird car body, assembled and operated in a way that others can't understand at all.

  Every step forward, there will be billowing black smoke.

  Of course, such a structure is not comfortable, but for the weak old man sitting on the sofa seat in the center of the Hulk war car, this car is enough.

  Dr. Bruce Banner has long lost the gentleness of seventeen years ago, and now he is old, ugly and lonely.

  Wearing a white vest and a pair of dirty fluffy pants, barefoot and wearing reading glasses, combined with a bald head shape, he looks like a frail old man.

   But on the other hand, this "Fire Cloud Cthulhu" suit is unexpectedly full of a strange deterrent.

  But the seat next to Papa Banner was filled with several beautiful and helpless women. They all had big bellies without exception, and they were all the blood that Papa Banner had just "created".

  This is enough to prove that the old man is still old and strong.

  For the Hulk Gang, these members with Dad’s direct bloodline are much stronger than ordinary members, and they are the real "Sons of Hulk".

   "Are you the new leader of the Ghost Rider Gang?"

  Papa Banner, who was sitting on the war car, pushed his cracked reading glasses, and asked with the attitude of an old man:

   "Where is Henry Blazer? The guy who dared to fight us with the motorcycle left behind by his relatives far away?"

   "Boss Henry is dead."

  The second leader of the Ghost Rider Gang knelt on the ground, not daring to lift his head. Facing Father Banner's question, he answered honestly:

  "Killed by a group of strangers, the Hell Motorcycle was also snatched, I was on the scene at the time, the motorcycle abandoned Boss Henry, it seemed to prefer the young mysterious man.

   It burst into flames like the sun in his hand.

  That could be the real Ghost Rider returning to this world, and it's just to bring us relief."

   "Heh, ignorant doomsdayists and typical cultist brainwashing rhetoric, really shameful and pathetic."

  The frail Papa Banner pushed his reading glasses, and said slowly:

   "I don't care where your so-called sacred objects go, I ask you, is Logan Hautley with them?"

"Yes!"

  The man immediately replied:

   "It's Logan's car that killed Boss Henry, that **** cobweb-painted car."

"What?"

   He had no interest at first and started to close his eyes to meditate. Father Banner suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this. He stood up abruptly, and shouted in half surprise and half madness:

   "You say Logan killed someone? After seventeen years of silence and self-imposed exile, he's bleeding his hands again? Are you sure?"

  The scolding and questioning surprised that guy.

  He felt that the focus of the mysterious leader of the Hulk gang in front of him was somewhat strange. This is the end of the world. Who can survive here without blood on his hands?

   Isn't it just killing someone? As for making such a fuss?

   "Answer me! Are you?"

  His hesitation made Papa Banner very angry. The old man pretended to jump off the war car to torture himself, which frightened the surrounding Sons of Hulk.

   Especially the older ones.

  They seemed to see something terrible was about to happen. One by one, they stepped forward to stop the old man who was about to lose his temper, and the rest rushed to punch and kick the idiot, yelling at him to answer questions honestly.

  Amidst the screams, the guy trying to survive could only shout:

   "Yes! I confirm it! I saw it with my own eyes, it was he who killed someone! It was that old, useless **** who killed someone."

   "He is not a wimp! Stupid, he is not an old man, hahahaha."

  Papa Banner, who finally got confirmation, was ecstatic.

  He raised his hands on his war car like crazy, and shouted towards the sky:

   "Back! Hahahaha, the familiar feeling is back! The only one who can kill me is back. Steel Claws! Fangs! Logan! Wolverine!

You are finally back

Set off!

   Everyone, bring everything!

Set off!

   Let's go find him, find him! Find Logan Hautley! I don't want to wait any longer! Hulk. Hulk doesn't want to wait any longer! Set off! "

   "But Dad, should we just give up our water source? We finally found it, and it is more precious than gold in the wasteland."

"boom"

  A daughter of the Hulk just raised a question, and the stalk-like father immediately punched his daughter with a fist full of age spots, gently knocking off most of her head.

  The headless corpse flew out and hit the ground, scorching blood spilled all over the sky. This scene made all the Sons of Hulk shudder.

   "I say. Go! Chasing Logan Hautley across the post-apocalyptic wasteland, I hope to have another final farewell with my old friend."

  Pop calmed down.

  The old man pushed his broken reading glasses with **** fingers, and said to his children in a gentle tone:

   "Who has an opinion?"

   "Go! Hulk Gang! Go!"

  The eldest son of the Hulk waved his halberd welded with scrap steel, shouting towards the front, and soon, this bloated convoy was heading north along the route of the K team.

  In the compartment of the huge war car, the excited and crazy Papa Banner grabbed the screaming woman under him and kept venting, but he didn't pay attention to his surroundings, or even what he was doing.

  His eyes looked into the distance.

  In the doomsday battle seventeen years ago, not only Wolverine died, Hulk also died, but today Wolverine has crawled out of the grave.

  So the already decayed Hulk, perhaps should also

"no, do not want!"

  The woman's screams resounded through the carriage, but it didn't change the terrible ending.

More than ten seconds later, the old man came out staggeringly, cleaning up the blood and flesh on his body, with a weird smile on his face, and lowered his head to the side with a gentle tone, not daring to look at his children, pointing at the covered area. The Carriage of Blood and Flesh says:

   "Clean it up, it's disgusting."

  (end of this chapter)