Banner nodded awkwardly, wisely stepping aside.
He watched Adam walk into the white Villa with heavy steps, his heart a mix of emotions.
Write a report?
god, he'd rather fight Abomination again.
Psychological activity during battle? Should I write… "I was so scared at the time, I just wanted to find a place to hide, but the boss was watching, so I didn't dare?"
How can this thing be written to five thousand words?
Should I start by analyzing the fluctuations of gamma rays and the effect of adrenaline on neuronal synapses?
Adam's heart was in turmoil.
He had just experienced the most humiliating day of his life.
First, he was crushed by an unknown god, and then he was rubbed on the ground by a green monster.
His strength, his dignity, were effortlessly defeated by the opponent.
And now, he also had to write a self-criticism… no, a battle report.
This was worse than killing him.
Inside, there were suppressed sobs and Adam's low voice of comfort.
Banner could imagine the scene inside… a husband, a father, explaining to the most important people in his life.
Why their home suddenly became a battlefield, why he had to submit to a stranger.
This was too cruel.
Banner didn't know how to complain.
Leon's behavior was like a mischievous child, casually crushing someone's carefully built block castle, then restoring it with divine power.
And then nonchalantly telling the other party, your blocks are well built, but they could be better.
About half an hour later, Adam walked out of the house again.
The previous dejection on his face was gone, replaced by calm.
His wife, Kevin, followed behind him, her eyes red and swollen, but there was only worry and love in her gaze towards Adam.
She held her husband's hand tightly, as if giving him silent strength.
Adam walked up to Banner, his voice a little low: "Sorry for making you wait."
"It's okay, family is most important." Banner quickly waved his hand.
He didn't know how to comfort the other person, so he could only say some dry words.
"We need to go to New York tomorrow morning, right?" Adam asked.
He had already begun to seriously consider how to complete the first task Leon had given him.
Since resistance was useless, he could only try to adapt to his new identity.
Banner nodded: "Yes. But how do we get there? It's not close to New York from here, and…"
He glanced at Adam, hesitating to speak.
The two of them, one a fugitive wanted by the Military for many years, the other a theoretically deceased superhero.
So, it was obviously not a good idea for them to swagger onto a plane.
Adam also frowned; this was indeed a problem.
Although he could fly at extreme speeds, that would cause too much commotion.
For decades, he had tried his best to avoid attracting the government's attention.
Now that Leon's barrier had disappeared, his every move was probably under the surveillance of countless satellites.
Seeing Adam lost in thought, Banner hesitated for a moment, then spoke: "Perhaps, we can ask Tony Stark for help. He should also be considered one of us."
"Tony Stark?" Adam was stunned, an incredulous expression on his face.
"Iron Man? That playboy, billionaire, arms dealer… he's your boss's subordinate?"
This news shocked him even more than being punched by Hulk just now.
Who was Tony Stark?
He was the most dazzling star of this era, the godfather of technology, an idol worshipped by countless people.
How could such a proud man be subservient to others?
"Uh… something like that." Banner awkwardly rubbed his hands.
"The specific situation is a bit complicated. But Mr. Leon is currently living in the Villa he gifted. Moreover, he seems to be able to command Mr. Stark at any time. So, having him arrange a private jet shouldn't be a difficult task."
Adam fell silent.
He once again realized Leon Odinson's strength and influence.
Not only possessing god-like power, but also able to make a figure like Tony Stark work for him.
What exactly did this person want to do?
What kind of organization was the Legion he spoke of?
He felt that everything was happening too fast, and he didn't even know what he would do in the future.
"Alright." Adam took a deep breath, pulled out an old flip phone from his pocket, one of his few contacts with the outside world.
"I need to make a call to arrange things at home. Then, we'll contact Mr. Stark."
Banner nodded, a little more admiration for Adam in his heart.
To be able to accept reality in a short time and start arranging a way out for his family, this kind of mindset is far beyond ordinary people.
It seems that his new colleagues are not ordinary people… On the other side, New York.
A golden light quietly lit up in the Villa living room, and Leon's figure condensed in the golden light.
He took off his jacket, casually threw it on the sofa, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the glittering sea under the moonlight.
"Jarvis." He said faintly.
"At your service, Mr. Leon." Jarvis's voice immediately sounded, sounding more respectful than usual.
"Give me information about Ghost Rider. All historical records, eyewitness reports, myths and legends, I need them all."
"Understood, sir. Currently sifting through global databases for you…"
"Ghost Rider, Spirit of Vengeance, Hellfire… Related entries found, currently integrating. Estimated to take two minutes. Would you like some relaxing music? AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' seems quite fitting."
Leon smiled slightly and waved his hand.
"No need, Jarvis. Also, inform Tony to prepare a plane to pick up two guests in the Midwest. Tell him, one is Hulk, and the other is his new idol."
"Understood, sir. Your sense of humor is as unique as ever."
"Command has been relayed. Mr. Stark stated that he would be very happy to provide five-star pick-up service for your new friends, and asked if your new idol needs an autograph."
Leon stopped speaking, and instead quietly looked at the night outside the window.
His Legion already had its first members.
The Eternal are a good group of advanced soldiers; although not very bright, they are diverse in ability and their loyalty is moldable.
Hulk, possessing unlimited growth potential, is now becoming increasingly controllable under Banner's intelligent guidance.
Blue Marvel, a walking energy paradox, a walking energy source; Leon was even curious about the upper limit of his power.
Logically, given the level of antimatter energy, he should be pseudo-single Universe-level.
Pseudo-single Universe, meaning that pure offensive power has reached this level, but without the corresponding authority.
Such as restarting the Universe, rewriting reality, time abilities, traversing space… But this was in the setting, later Sentinel emerged, and this superhero was abandoned.
As for the reason… black… those who know, know.
In addition to these, there's also Tony Stark, who controls Earth's top technology and wealth.
And his younger brother, Thor, far away in Asgard.
Of course, there is also the entire Asgardian god Realm, which regards him as the future god King.
On his chessboard, there were already relatively powerful pieces.
Power, technology, god Realm background… The physical layout was basically complete.
But this was not enough.
What Leon wanted was not just a powerful army; he wanted absolute power that could control all domains of the Universe.
So next, it was time for those more mysterious, more metaphysical domains.
magic, soul, dimension… these were the true cornerstones of the Universe.
He closed his eyes, and his perception, centered on him, enveloped Earth.
To be precise, this was not mental power, nor magic, but the Sun god's insight into the energy of all things.
In his perception, the energy fluctuations of every life form on Earth were clearly visible.
The life Fire of billions of humans, like faint candlelight, converged into a sea of light, and those special individuals he had marked were like lighthouses in the dark night, radiating light.
Sorcerer Ancient One in Kamar-Taj's meditation room slightly opened her eyes, nodding at him in greeting.
Leon's perception did not stop; he filtered out the known relatively ordinary extraordinary energies and began to search for some special auras.
And now, what he was looking for was an energy mixed with sin, sulfur, regret, and sacred residue.
Soon, his perception penetrated the vast land of the North U.S. continent, finally locking onto a burning energy source on a desolate highway.
That was a raging, angry Hellfire, full of judgment.
"Ghost Rider." Leon slowly opened his eyes, a playful look flashing in them.
"A Spirit of Vengeance bound by a Hell Demon King's contract. Interesting."
What he wanted was this kind of unreasonable power.
Directly judging souls, igniting sin… If this power were used on the battlefield, it would be the nightmare of all those with ulterior motives.
"It's time to meet the future Chief Inquisitor."
As his voice fell, his figure once again transformed into golden light and disappeared into the Villa.
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