Hulk and Abomination

Columbia University's medical school and the Order Society base were actually on the same avenue.

They were both beside Twelfth Avenue.

Since the Hudson River lay on the other side of Twelfth Avenue, both the Order Society base and Columbia University's medical department were along the Hudson River.

The Order Society base was on 46th Street, while Columbia University's medical department was on 120th Street.

As the car drove along, Bai Jing silently watched the scenery outside.

"Are you an international student from China?" Natasha looked at Bai Jing beside her and asked again.

"Is that important?" Bai Jing turned to her. "Are you people really that free? There are so many blatant crimes you could be dealing with. Why are you worrying about a law-abiding good citizen?"

"This..." Natasha was speechless. They truly had no evidence that Bai Jing had broken any laws.

They had approached him only because Bai Jing seemed to have used abilities beyond those of ordinary people.

That had drawn the attention of that one-eyed nigga.

"Looks like you know quite a lot about us?" Natasha asked. "I've never exposed my information, and our organization rarely appears before the public. Why do you seem so familiar with how we operate?"

"It's not that I'm familiar with your methods." Bai Jing shook his head. "I'm familiar with your entire country's methods. Aren't all the organizations in this country cut from the same cloth?"

They wanted to keep everything under their control. If they discovered they couldn't control something, they destroyed it.

They preached their own values, but when putting them into practice proved those values wrong, they refused to admit it and instead threw mud at others.

They kept stirring up trouble, yet had no ability to solve it, leaving the entire world in a mess.

Bai Jing ignored Natasha after that. Many people thought she was beautiful, but Bai Jing had taken a serious look just now and genuinely couldn't see the appeal.

In terms of facial features alone, Bai Jing preferred asian types—Brigitte Lin, Michele Reis, Yui Aragaki, Satomi Ishihara, Joey Wong. Those were the kinds he liked!

And then there was her skin. Natasha's skin was worse than Bai Jing's. It was pale, yes, but it was the dry, rough kind of pale, with no texture whatsoever.

Finally, Natasha was old enough to be his grandmother.

Grandma Joe's number-one supporter had carried a train while running to Syria!

Natasha looked at Bai Jing, then turned away.

She had also realized that this person was indeed difficult to deal with.

Or rather, anyone with an independent will and worldview, someone difficult for others to influence, was hard to deal with. If that person was also powerful, they became an especially troublesome existence—one that could ignore protagonist aura, verbal persuasion, and all those hollow slogans about love, peace, and justice.

Fortunately, her mission was only to conduct a personality assessment and evaluate Bai Jing's abilities. As long as she had enough to submit, that was fine.

As for the headache, that was the bald guy's job.

Less than three hours later, the car stopped at Morningside Heights on 120th Street, north of Central Park in New York.

Bai Jing got out and politely said, "Thank you."

"You'd better get yourself a car here. Otherwise, I won't be able to come pick you up when you need to go back." Natasha waved and drove away.

"A car?" Bai Jing thought seriously, then remembered his abilities.

Right, hadn't I ever researched how to use my abilities to increase my movement speed?

If I could control gravitational and repulsive forces, then flying should be basic stuff!

Bai Jing frowned and slowly manipulated the gravity around him, counteracting Earth's gravity.

His gravity was weaker than Earth's, but he only needed to counteract the gravity affecting his own tiny mass. It wasn't as though he were fighting the entire planet.

So with just one attempt, he immediately felt as if his body had become much lighter!

"I really can fly!" Bai Jing was excited, but after looking around, he suppressed the urge to try it immediately.

He had plenty of time. There was no need to rush.

He enrolled, checked in, bought textbooks, and moved into his dormitory.

After nearly ten years, Bai Jing finally began campus life once more.

Because he had spent a lot of money, his dormitory was a double room.

"Hello, my name is Katori Koki. I'm from Tokyo, Japan, and I'm here for a PhD!" In the dorm, the thin roommate in a white coat and glasses saw that his new roommate was asian and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"Bai Letian. You can also call me Bai Kunlun." Bai Jing held out his hand. "I'm from China."

The two tacitly avoided discussing anything related to war. They were both rational adults, and arguing about such things was meaningless.

After that, though, they rarely spoke again.

Bai Jing had an excellent memory and read quickly. In a single afternoon, he had finished one-third of the thick textbooks in his hands—and not merely read them, but memorized and fully understood them!

He estimated that he needed only one week to master all the subjects in his major. Four years of coursework would take no more than two months.

After nightfall, Bai Jing quietly went to the rooftop.

Feeling the gravity around him, Bai Jing gently stirred it, making it push his body slowly into the air!

"So this is what flying feels like?" Bai Jing watched the school below grow smaller as all of Manhattan gradually spread out before him, and suddenly felt that the scene was familiar.

He stretched out both hands. "How many floors can one bag of rice carry? How many floors can one bag of rice carry? One bag of rice has washed so much mud..."

"Almighty Push!"

Boom!

The air around Bai Jing suddenly trembled, but the city below remained quiet and brightly lit, utterly unchanged.

His Gravity Field could only cover a distance of less than one meter. He was still far from being able to use Almighty Push!

"When is Thunder God's hammer going to arrive?" Bai Jing sighed, then suddenly remembered that with the resources under his control now, he wouldn't even know when the hammer landed.

"Should I send a few people to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D.? But I don't have any talent on hand." Bai Jing was somewhat speechless.

To be fair, talent was easy to find. Every university on the streets was full of it.

But smart people who were also loyal were rare.

After choosing a direction, Bai Jing turned and flew south. Nearly half an hour later, he returned to the skies above the Order Society base.

"My speed is about 140 kilometers per hour!" Bai Jing was not very satisfied. It would have been one thing if he couldn't circle Earth several times in a second, but his speed was not even supersonic!

But his current power could only affect a Gravity Field less than one meter in diameter. His speed was indeed slow.

"At the end of the day, it's still a matter of ability strength!" Bai Jing frowned. Just as he was about to land, he suddenly turned his head.

"What was that sound?" Bai Jing frowned. He usually deliberately blocked out most noises, but his hearing was still dozens of times sharper than that of an ordinary person.

Thus, carried on the wind, he heard wave after wave of screams and explosions!

"What can I say? Free America, with shootings every day, was one thing—but there were even explosions!" Bai Jing became interested. How could he miss such a beautiful sight?

He immediately changed direction and flew toward the source of the explosions.

As he drew closer, the explosions and clamorous noise grew even louder.

Finally, Bai Jing landed on a building and saw the scene of the incident.

On a distant street, two monsters nearly three meters tall were fighting with cars in their hands!

One was green all over, while the other was grayish white and covered in numerous skeletal bones, looking extremely terrifying.

"This is... Hulk and Abomination?"

This incident happened in the same year as Iron Man, but if Iron Man had already been born, would someone with his personality really not come join the excitement?

So Bai Jing was inclined to believe that Iron Man had not yet appeared at this time.