Betty slammed the steering wheel hard, cursed through gritted teeth, tossed the phone aside, and floored the accelerator.
Earlier, Banner had sent her to Arkham Asylum for treatment. Arkham Asylum was in the outskirts of New York—not exactly remote, but still some distance from downtown.
Unfortunately, getting from here to Gwen's laboratory meant passing straight through Brooklyn. The faster Betty drove, the more bats she hit.
But the more bats blocked her way, the faster she had to drive. The moment she stopped, the bats would immediately break through the glass and fly in through the windows.
Betty was not an agent. She had never received professional emergency driving training and could only control the vehicle by instinct. At such high speed, the car was soon on the verge of spinning out of control.
At that moment, the phone she had thrown onto the passenger seat suddenly rang. She picked it up and said, "Hello? Bruce? Oh... I... I'm at the asylum. The noise? You probably heard wrong..."
"...Fine, I'm in the car now. I'm going to the laboratory. There are extremely important materials there that could have a major impact on this war against the vampire invasion..."
"I told you already! I'm not crazy!" Betty gritted her teeth. "I'm not a mental patient! I don't need to stay in an asylum! Bruce Banner, stay out of my business. I don't want to talk to you right now..."
With that, she hung up and focused on controlling the car. But the phone on the passenger seat kept ringing. Irritated, Betty casually answered it and said, "Listen, Banner, I'm not your pet or some personal possession. You can't interfere with my actions..."
"Are you going to repeat that stupid argument again? You think only the strong are qualified to step forward?