Chapter 182 The terrifying

General Ross has a wish, and many people know about it.

What wish? Of course, it is to have a strong army! Otherwise, why does he always chase his green son-in-law?

He longs to have an army as strong as the Hulk. Strong power, infinite endurance, amazing defense, and must obey orders.

However, when this wish is forced to be fulfilled by others, he feels boundless fear.

"How many?" A soldier walked into the office with a few thin papers in his hand, but the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He wanted to hand it to General Ross tremblingly. General Ross did not stretch out his hand, but asked in a hoarse voice.

The soldier swallowed and said with difficulty: "All! The entire base, 4782 soldiers, plus 104 scientific researchers, 241 external personnel who have come to the base for delivery, maintenance, logistics, etc., including you and Miss Betty, have all been tested for mutant genes."

General Ross closed his eyes painfully, and Eric rolled his eyes and leaned into the sofa, his knuckles kept knocking on his forehead, but his brain still hurt as always.

This is the "backup" David made. He transformed the Hulk's gene into a virus-like existence, mixed in the food and water sources of the base, and all the soldiers in General Ross's base were infected with mutant genes.

Well, except for the White Queen Emma, ​​she cares very much about her quality of life. Drinking water comes from the Amazon primeval forest, and someone specially flies it to her every day, and food is provided by a dedicated farm. She thinks these things have a great impact on her skin, so she cares very much.

The entire base, more than 5,000 people, including General Ross himself and Betty, who often visits her green husband, have all become potential Hulks.

Is this what people do? General Ross wanted to throw David into the group of 5,000 Hulks.

"General, things have not developed to the point of no return. At least, they haven't been exposed to gamma rays!" What can Eric say? He can only comfort him like this.

David's "backup" is far more than that. He will not really help General Ross fulfill his wish out of kindness. He still does this to save his son.

While he was controlling General Ross, he quietly activated a secret order, and three gamma-ray missiles were launched at the same time, targeting here.

The radiation from the three missiles far exceeded the limit that Bruce could bear now, so David prepared five thousand people to take the blame for him. According to his calculations, these people could just reduce the radiation to the level that would cure Bruce, but not to the point of killing him.

As for how Bruce, who had become an ordinary person, would face more than five thousand Hulks, sorry, an old man who was a little crazy, didn't even consider it...

Unfortunately, he didn't expect Eric to come here. With him, let alone missiles, even nuclear bombs wouldn't explode. The three gamma-ray missiles are now lying safely in the warehouse waiting to be dismantled.

"The Ministry of Defense must not know about this!" General Ross was kneading a valuable Gossip cigar in his hand. He was reluctant to smoke it before, but now he broke it into several sections.

"Of course! This matter must be kept secret." Eric stood up, his face solemn, "If the Ministry of Defense knew about this, they would definitely turn them all into Hulks! You know, the Ministry of Defense is in urgent need of weapons to fight against Utopia!"

"Those are my soldiers!" General Ross threw the cigar in his hand fiercely, "They can't touch my soldiers!"

Eric shook his head. If the Ministry of Defense really knew, they wouldn't care who you are. "General, let Bruce speed up. They are now a time bomb. Maybe only Bruce can save them."

General Ross nodded and stared at the soldier who delivered the report. "This matter cannot be leaked. I will let Ms. Emma erase this part of your memory. What do you think?"

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he could still be saved. He would not turn into a green monster, nor would he be silenced. He finally put his heart back in his stomach again, nodded repeatedly, and agreed with General Ross's approach.

Eric stood up and said goodbye to General Ross. He would not let Emma use his brain. General Ross had no such intention. He said a few polite words to him and let him go. The rest of the matter, the two had cooperated for many years and had already understood each other.

"By the way, General, when Emma is done, let her come to me and tell her that she is happy to be a mother!"

General Ross: "?!"

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Eric left, and General Ross locked the list of infected soldiers in the safe. These thin pieces of paper will be more dangerous than the nuclear bomb launch code in the future.

"General, Sergeant Emil Bronski refused to have his memory erased, and," the soldier walked in again. He was no longer as frightened as before, but his face was hesitant and eager, "and he applied for gamma ray irradiation!"

"Nonsense!" General Ross was furious, "I need soldiers who obey orders, not the uncontrollable Hulk!"

"General! The Hulk is just a beast, but I am not!" A short soldier pushed the door open. He was Emil Bronski, a former Yugoslav agent, and his face was full of tenacity, "I can stay awake!"

"You can't!" General Ross roared.

"No! I can!" Emil Bronski showed no weakness.

Both of them stared at each other closely, their swords drawn. In the end, General Ross was somewhat relented, and he asked with a little doubt: "Why? Why are you willing to take the risk of becoming a monster and irradiate gamma rays?"

"Because I need power!" Emil Bronsky's eyes were shining with strange light, "I think every soldier wants this powerful power!"

"That is not God's gift, that is a curse!" General Ross stared into his eyes.

"Then I need this curse!" Emil Bronsky responded firmly.

General Ross was silent for a full minute before he turned his eyes to the soldier who had just come in to report.

The soldier seemed to have a fierce psychological struggle, and finally looked at General Ross and nodded firmly and silently.

General Ross frowned, paced back and forth in the office, and stretched out his hand from time to time, looking at the increasing wrinkles on his hand, and asked again after a long time, "How many soldiers think the same as you?"

"Many, many!" The soldier who delivered the report was no longer hesitant, and looked at General Ross with the same firmness.

General Ross finally made up his mind, "Send Ms. Emma away!"

Emile Bronsky's tense face finally showed a smile.