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In the Indian subcontinent, the per capita living standard is generally low.

In a remote town, there are endless dilapidated houses, whether it is the leaky windows, or the leaky ceiling where you can see the sky when you look up, as well as the narrow streets and the chaotic environment that has not been carefully cleaned up, silently telling the poverty here.

In the afternoon, some elderly poor people sat lazily at the door, idly watching the people coming and going on both sides of the street.

In the afternoon, it is the time for work. Unfortunately, the place is too poor. Only a few people can find an ideal job, and more people have to work hard for a better life in the future.

"Hey, old Joe Khan, are you all right?"

"Okay, now I can kill a cow with one punch! The new doctor is amazing!" Old Joe Khan grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and brightened his dry muscles like a demonstration.

A year ago, a kind and low-key doctor came here. His medical skills were very high, and his fees were very conscientious. He quickly became famous in the local area, and the neighboring towns also heard about the doctor's reputation. Many poor people would rather Even if you walk several kilometers, you have to go to him for medical treatment.

It is said that this is a very low-key doctor, with glasses, a square face, slightly curly black hair on the top of his head, a strong build, and a temperament that looks more like a scholar.

Because there is always a pair of slightly melancholy eyes, it has attracted the attention of many young local women. Every time the doctor travels, there will be a group of young girls peeping through the windows.

This is a doctor with a gentle personality. No matter how angry the patient is or how bad-tempered he is, I have never seen him get angry. He seems never to be angry at all. He is gentle and polite, which will always be the label of this doctor.

Everyone here loves him and wants to get in touch with him.

The doctor happened to pass by with an old medical box on his back. It was a somewhat outdated medical box. It could be seen that it was a product many years ago. Even the strap on it was a little damaged. fluttering gently.

The doctor saw old Joe Khan, greeted him with a smile, and said gently, "Hello, Joe Khan, how are you feeling?"

"Oh, doctor, thank you so much, you saved my life..." Old Joe Khan stood up helplessly, with a grateful face, and looked over with respectful eyes, full of reverence.

The doctor smiled. He has always treated everyone here like this. Whether it is the poor or the rich who come here for fame, he has always taken a leisurely attitude.

The local poor people heard that a rich man in a big city paid a lot of money to hire him as a private doctor after hearing about the level of the doctor. A big reward.

The doctor resolutely refused, which made many poor people feel lucky and puzzled.

But the way the doctor lived safely in the slums made many people think that he was a volunteer who specially came to treat the poor poor.

Only the doctor himself knew that he came here out of helplessness, in order to suppress the beast in his body, he had to do so.

A poor place has the advantages of a poor place, with a smaller population, simpler things, and less accidents. This place is the best place for hermitage he chose.

Bruce Banner, since the First World War in New York, he escaped from the United States after going through a lot of hardships, crossed the vast Pacific Ocean, bypassed the Indian Ocean, and came to the Indian subcontinent. He specially found such a small town and lived as a doctor.

Everyone said he had a good temper, but in fact it was quite the opposite. He liked anger most of the time. Anger was like a catalyst in his body. The senses in his body told him that he actually liked anger.

Anger allows him to do things he would never normally do.

And the price is that the beast will be released easily, and everything will be over. Not only will he be completely exposed, everyone here will not be able to live.

In the past few years, too many similar things have happened. Whenever he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by ruins, with incomplete corpses everywhere, various intestines, internal organs, and brains, like materials for graffiti. Colorful spreads on the messy ground, drawing distinctive colors.

That's the color of madness and despair.

Fortunately, for more than a year, he has studied yoga and the skills of nourishing qi, and he has been able to better control his emotions. It has been more than a year, and the beast has never appeared.

But the anger that still existed in him told him that the horrible thing had never gone away, that it was always there, that it lived inside him and glared at him angrily.

After it was released again, it was greeted with even more brutal destruction. The long-term depression made the green beast restless, and its anger became stronger day by day.

Banner hurried back home. This time of day is the time for him to practice yoga, which is very helpful for him to better control his constant anger.

He casually moved the medical box behind him, took the rusty key from his waist, and went to open the closed door of the house. This action is very proficient, and he has repeated this action countless times in the past year.

A slight sound sounded from behind.

"I don't see a doctor today, come back tomorrow." Banner said without looking back.

The sound behind him suddenly stopped, and an expressionless gaze fixed on him.

The beast-like intuition made Banner freeze subconsciously. This was a different feeling, a sense of threat and hostility. A coolness rushed over the top of his head, and some hairs started to stand up.

"Finally couldn't help but come to your door. Which organization are you from? The federal government? The military? Or some other messy organization?"

He sighed, turned around slowly, and cautiously looked at the owner of his eyes, but his face changed quickly, he guessed wrong.

That's not human.

It was a small robot with complete features and distinct limbs. The scarlet light burst out from the electronic pupils of this little robot, making people shudder.

There is a narrow street in the middle, and garbage is piled up on the ground from time to time. A piece of waste paper is blown up by the wind and falls crookedly in the middle of the street. Another gust of wind spreads out the curled paper and sticks it to the ground.

One person and one machine, looking at each other just a few meters away.

Bruce Banner watched in silence for a few seconds, didn't say a word, and he couldn't speak, so he could only slowly open the door and walk in.

In his spare time, he also surfs the Internet, so he is no stranger to this kind of robot, and even remembers it in his heart for some reason.

Language, at this time, has become the most redundant thing.

That person finally came to seek revenge on him.

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