352. I Only Need One Finger to Kill You

Dilos was highly efficient. With fixed-point spatial movement and travel at two hundred times the speed of sound, he should have arrived quickly. Yet even so, he was ultimately too late.

It could only be said that the matter had been exposed too late. By the time it came to light, Hulk's battle with the military was already nearing its end.

The moment Dilos arrived at the scene, a heavy rain began to fall. He saw Hulk—the green little giant standing over three meters tall, nearly four—covered in black soot and smoke, carrying an equally smoke-stained, unconscious beauty as he swiftly departed through the rain.

Rainwater and wails of pain filled the battlefield between Hulk and the soldiers.

Some had broken bones. Others had had their limbs crushed into pulp. Some had been pulverized entirely into bloody mush. There was even a special forces soldier who had actively courted death and been kicked into a tree by Hulk...

Dilos felt neither sympathy nor disgust toward these people. The injured and dead were soldiers; they had merely carried out the orders given by their superiors. They just had not expected it to be such a dangerous, life-ruining assignment.

Wasn't that so? From what Dilos understood, Hulk—Bruce Banner—had, to a certain extent, been tricked by the military into researching gamma radiation experiments. After the accident gave him heaven-defying abilities, the military coveted his powers and wanted to study him, dissect him, forcing him to fight back in self-defense.

And once he fought back, things turned out like this.

Hovering in the air in his invisible enhanced combat suit, Dilos glanced at the old soldier who remained calm as he issued "cleanup" orders amid the cries covering the ground—Thaddeus Ross, known as General Thunderbolt Ross. After quietly memorizing the man's psychic fluctuations, Dilos