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"Don't underestimate his existence just because he's a researcher; this guy is extremely dangerous."
Glancing at the skeptical military elites, Ross said solemnly, "I'll say it again: if you think the target is harmless, then what you'll lose is your own life!"
"Sir, how dangerous do you think he is?" asked Emil Blonsky, an elite member of the United States Special Forces who had completed countless dangerous missions and earned no fewer than five medals of honor.
He had the confidence to look down on everything, but he didn't know that the target he was capturing was not human.
Ross leaned on the corners of the conference table, coldly staring at Blonsky. "Major, consider him as a leader protected by a thousand terrorists."
There should have been more words following that, but there weren't, to avoid dampening morale.
"This time S.H.I.E.L.D. is involved, so we absolutely cannot afford to fail. Those guys won't sit idly by while we take the target."
At the same time Ross was mobilizing for the mission, Shasha and Rogers arrived in the slums of Rio.
This place was a mix of fish and dragons, perfect for hiding; otherwise, Brazil wouldn't have become a haven for many fugitives.
"You must be visiting Brazil for the first time?" On the way, Shasha tried to break the silence.
Rogers nodded. "I've only been to the German battlefield."
"That makes sense; it seems like all I've heard about you are stories from World War II," Shasha smiled. "So how does the world feel now? This peace was created by your generation."
At her words, Rogers' expression became distant as he recalled that old friend he had seen upon waking up—the one who had waited for him for over sixty years.
Things have changed; it wasn't that simple. Many things had transformed and could never return to how they once were.
"Many regrets, many comforts," Rogers replied honestly.
However, Shasha could still sense that his heart was filled with more regrets than comforts. After all, missing a date that had been waiting for sixty years would be hard for anyone to accept.
A lover aged while he remained youthful, much like what he had seen in that film called "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button," featuring Benjamin and the girl he deeply loved.
After a moment of daze, Rogers' expression regained its determination. He quietly mocked himself for not being strong enough; he had let his resolve waver with just a few words.
Shasha did not intend to make a joke at Rogers' expense. Seeing the expression on his face, she felt a pang of regret. "I'm sorry for bringing up something that makes you unhappy."
"It's nothing. Some things you just have to accept or get used to," Rogers waved his hand dismissively, signaling that it was no big deal. He quickly shifted the topic back to their mission. "Now that we are here, this is the location where the target was last seen two days ago. We conducted reconnaissance, but the target is very clever and left no usable clues."
Shasha was not surprised by this. After all, Bruce Banner had been on the run for so long that his skills in evading capture were not to be underestimated. Coupled with his intelligence and caution, it was no wonder he was difficult to find. Otherwise, why would Ross have brought so many elite agents?
"He should still be here."
Hearing Shasha's certainty, Rogers raised an eyebrow in surprise. "We've thoroughly searched this place."
"If it were you, knowing this is the most dangerous spot, what would you do?" Shasha countered.
Rogers thought for a moment and replied, "If it were me, I would leave."
"That's what any normal person would think," Shasha said meaningfully.
Rogers suddenly understood. "He's using people's reverse psychology against them."
"So he is still here!" Shasha's tone shifted from uncertainty to conviction.
At that moment, a large number of search team members infiltrated the area. Armed with tranquilizing weapons, infrared devices, and thermal sensors, their search process was remarkably swift.
In less than a minute, they locked onto Bruce Banner's location.
However, when they pushed the door open and entered, aiming their weapons at what appeared to be a person lying on the bed, they were met with nothing but a basketball.
Outside, a figure darted away swiftly, weaving through the complex hallways and low buildings. The person moved like a feather, quick and agile—definitely not someone who looked like they spent their time in research.
Through her binoculars, Shasha saw a group of people chasing after someone. The person in front appeared frail and disheveled, looking as if they hadn't groomed themselves in quite some time.
"The target has appeared; we need to hurry," Rogers said eagerly as he lowered the binoculars and prepared to chase after Banner.
Shasha held him back and shook her head. "Don't rush. Someone is leading the way for us; why should we be anxious?"
Banner quickly ran into a soda processing factory where he used to work, feeling the pressure of being chased. Just as he thought he had shaken off his pursuers, a few local troublemakers appeared, always on the lookout for a fight.
Seeing their unfriendly expressions, Banner realized he was in trouble and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Roar!!!"
A monstrous roar echoed as Rogers, who was rushing to the factory with Shasha, looked on in astonishment. "What is that thing?"
"Maybe it's human," Shasha replied casually, quickening her pace.
Rogers initially thought Shasha was just joking, but soon he realized how wrong he was.
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