The only prisoner in the cell stared at the formidable yellow eyes and stared at the image on the wall in front of him for a moment, as if to determine if it was a real sight or a hallucination caused by the fact that he had been trapped in this stuffy, boring prison for too long.

Anyone with basic thinking skills might have this question, because a hot, sexy, and sexy blonde girl is probably the least likely thing to happen in this lifeless prison. But she looks so lifelike. She smiled wickedly and said in a brisk voice, "Take it easy, big man." I'm real, not your fantasy. My name is Amola, and I just wanted to talk. ”

After a pause, she added, "Or rather, I brought someone to talk to you." ”

So she might also be able to read minds. The woman was like a roundworm in his stomach, and he knew exactly what he was thinking.

Amora stepped aside and disappeared from the image on the wall. Next came Baron Zemo, dressed in a purple one-piece uniform. Their alternation felt like they were moving in and out of the television set, and the prisoner couldn't help but wonder if it could be some idiot in this prison who was too idle to make such a farce to entertain him.

"Colonel Bronsky." Zemo looked at the big man who was bound like a steel cocoon from the wall, and said, "I've heard the name for a long time, and I'm glad to finally meet you." ”

The prisoner in the shackles narrowed his yellow eyes and spat out a heavy snort.

Emile Bronsky, that's his original name, but it's also the name he has long since abandoned.

He was born in Russia but grew up in England. He has received a staggering number of exploits since joining the army, and his resume in the army is so beautiful that it almost looks like a fake. He was seconded from the Royal Marine Corps to the U.S. Special Operations Command, where he performed various forms of special missions, was proficient in all weapons, and was good at completing tasks in all situations, almost being the king of soldiers.

He should have been promoted to a higher rank according to his exploits, but he turned down every opportunity that came his way, for the simple reason that he was a warrior, a warrior who was born for the battlefield. He enjoyed every mission, the rain of bullets on the battlefield, and the thrill of leading his team into battle.

It was as if he was only alive when he held a gun and felt his heartbeat and pulse clearly.

But the years did not forgive, and the Bronski, who was in his forties, soon lost the glory of his prime. As a soldier, both physically and mentally began to age, but he was still full of fighting spirit.

A new opportunity presented to him, and that was Hulk.

His brilliant resume was noticed by General Ross, the leader of the Hulk's capture team, and Bronsky was recruited into this special team to capture the Hulk, which became the beginning of his opportunity.

From the first meeting with the Hulk, Bronsky was awakened to a beast in his heart. The savagery, the strange power of the Hulk, the destructive power that swept through everything, attracted him deeply. He began to become obsessed with it, even feeling that this was what he had to have for the rest of his life.

He was injected with a special potion under General Ross and gained a powerful physical strength similar to that of a "super soldier". In the follow-up action, he was lucky enough to obtain the extract from Bruce Banner's blood and inject it into his body.

From that moment on, Emil Bronsky ceased to exist. They gave Bronski a new name - Abomination.

Like Hulk, he transforms into a savage, strangely powerful giant, and gets his wish to gain the power to sweep through everything. The explosive energy that filled his blood, the exhilarating feeling of omnipotence, made him lose his mind for a moment.

He stormed the streets of New York and confronted the entire Hulk capture team. Powerful thermal weapons such as heavy artillery and missiles posed no threat to him, and tanks and armored vehicles looked to him like papier-mâché models, and he almost felt invincible at that moment.

Until Hulk came down from the sky and gave him a beating, and Haibian beat him half to death. So now he was like this, locked in this lifeless prison with layers of shackles, a stick-like mechanism half a meter in diameter inserted into his spine, and a steady stream of chemicals injected into his blood, so that he could not use the strange power to move mountains and seas.

"Yes, I know your name and I know everything about you." Baron Zemo said, "You are an admirable warrior, a true strongman. I admire you very much, Colonel Bronsky, both for your skill and talent, and for the ...... you have acquired through acquired means," he paused and looked at the hatred, "...... Talent. ”

The abomination was silent, but the breath in his nose seemed heavier.

"A strong person like you who is outstanding and has such power should be above others, rather than being slowly rotten in this corner that no one cares about. And I, Baron Zemo, have the opportunity to break free from your cage and fight for everything that is yours – and more. As long as you promise to be a part of our next venture, then I can help you get out of this place right now. ”

Zemo in the picture seems to be taking a step closer.

"I know you can't move, you can't speak, Colonel Bronsky. But you don't need to. If you say yes, you only need to blink twice, it means that you are willing to join the gang, and you will be able to get out in no time.

Just a reminder, once you agree to join, there's no going back. ”

Almost without thinking, the abomination blinked his eyelids twice vigorously.

Either way, he's had enough of this hellish place. As long as he can get out of here, he'll do whatever he wants.

"Good." Baron Zemo nodded, as if gesturing behind him.

After a few seconds, Abomination felt the device that had been inserted into his spine appear to move. The heavy mechanical pillar let out a low, mournful roar, as if it had been pulled out of his neck by an invisible hand. Blood gushed from the wound on his back, but in just two or three seconds, the wound that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow was repaired by his powerful self-healing ability.

The power returned to his body in just a few seconds when the pillar was pulled out, and the domineering power that had intoxicated him returned! He felt his blood heat up again, and the flames of agitation swept through his limbs, like a pile of extinguished dry wood being rekindled!

Abomination let out a thunderous roar from his throat, and the muscles of his arms bulged, shattering the layers of indestructible super-strong composite gold that bound his body in a series of violent crisp sounds. After several years, he finally stretched out his arms again, raised his head and roared highly, the roar echoing like thunder in the confined space.

He's free again!