Selling Blood at a High Price

Alisha instinctively raised a hand to cover her mouth, which had fallen open in shock.

"Oh~ my God!! Unbelievable!! Cool!!"

Watching her boss casually stun everyone in the command post, Alisha was seeing his abilities up close for the first time.

After the shock came an overwhelming surge of pride from deep within her.

Seeing Su Ming toss away the trash before clasping his hands behind his back, Alisha could not help reaching out to grab one of them...

"Hm?"

His brow twitched. Feeling her fingers, Su Ming did not know whether to laugh or cry.

What is this girl doing at a time like this?

His face remained inscrutable, but his fingers behind his back gently shook, signaling for Alisha not to mess around...

Alisha seemed to have discovered something fun. One hand mischievously gripped Su Ming's fingers behind his back, and no matter how he struggled, she refused to let go.

At the same time, so as not to embarrass her boss, she kept an equally unfazed expression on her face. However, the occasional suppressed giggle gave her away.

The soldiers in the command post were stunned!

Just moments ago, they had witnessed something utterly inconceivable.

An FN-SCAR automatic rifle had been kneaded into a ball in this man's hands as though it were made of clay, then tossed away like garbage...

And he had even thrown it accurately!

Every soldier looked at Su Ming as if he were a monster.

Emil Blonsky stared blankly at the still-swaying trash can, replaying what had just happened before his eyes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

Blonsky felt that in just a few days, God had already played several excessively cruel jokes on him, to the point that he wondered whether he was still dreaming.

"Hiss—"

He secretly touched the wound on his leg. It hurt!

"This isn't a dream!"

Then how exactly had this man done it?

Could I become as strong as him too?

Speaking of strength—mutated Banner seemed even stronger!

The desire to grow stronger burned through Blonsky's heart like fire.

He decided that once he got back, he would have a proper talk with the general. If there was any way for him to obtain that kind of power, Blonsky would pursue it without hesitation.

"Thunderbolt" General Ross admitted that he had underestimated the bounty hunter before him.

Mr. Destiny, was it?

Looking at the rifle Su Ming had destroyed with his bare hands, General Ross's eyes lit up.

"Isn't this exactly the result I've been pursuing?!"

Had he not painstakingly pushed the development of the Super-Soldier Serum so that one day he could transform every loyal soldier under his command into someone as powerful as Mr. Destiny?

"What made him so strong?"

Unless there was some special method involved, General Ross would never accept an explanation like "born with divine strength"!

That was right. The rich relied on technology, while the poor relied on mutation.

No one succeeded just by chance.

Having weathered countless storms, General Ross was not simply moved by the strength Su Ming had inadvertently displayed.

Instead, he thought of an even better idea!

The bounty hunter's body could help him improve his research team's work on the Super-Soldier Serum.

With that thought, General Ross gave Su Ming a kindly smile.

"Mr. Destiny, Fury told me that as long as the price is right, you can be hired to do anything?"

Su Ming was not surprised in the slightest by General Ross's change in attitude. It would have been stranger if he had not changed.

Since they had entered the pleasant stage of discussing business, Su Ming was willing to hear what this old man was plotting.

"Not just anything, General."

He answered modestly.

Of course, General Ross knew that no amount of money could make Mr. Destiny accept certain jobs. However, the idea that had just come to him did not seem excessive.

"Mr. Destiny, one hundred million for a sample of your blood."

The unspoken meaning was clear: Look! I remember your rules. I'm showing you this much respect, so you should agree obediently, shouldn't you?

General Ross stated his idea outright. He wanted Banner's blood sample, and he wanted Su Ming's as well!

As long as he could accelerate completion of the Super-Soldier Serum project, he would have enough political capital to rise another level.

"Power! What a wonderful feeling..."

A faint smile rested on General Ross's lips, and he looked exceptionally sincere at that moment.

"Uh?... What?"

Su Ming had not expected this old man to actually set his sights on him. Surprised, he began calculating.

Even if I wanted to give it to you, do you have the ability to take it?

Do you think Steel Body is just for show?

Even I can't think of a good way to make myself bleed right now, yet this old man actually dares to dream...

He could make another easy fortune off him.

But who agreed to an offer without haggling first?

Thinking this, Su Ming smiled.

"I thought it would be something difficult. It's only a blood sample. Since the general thinks so highly of me—five hundred million, and you can take as much as you like!"

"How dare he!?!"

General Ross truly deserved to be a veteran of politics. Even though he wanted to curse out Su Ming's entire family inside, his face still wore that kind and amiable expression.

"Two hundred million. Not a cent more, Mr. Destiny..."

"Four hundred million..."

"Two hundred million!"

"Three hundred million..."

"Two hundred million!"

After several rounds, General Ross stubbornly held firm at two hundred million. Su Ming smiled bitterly. When it came to bargaining, he really could not compare to an official...

"Mr. Destiny, two hundred million is already a very, very high price.

Your rule is that jobs start at one hundred million, but I doubled the price immediately because I want to make a friend. That is my sincerity. Do not be too greedy..."

A marvelous image appeared in General Ross's mind: Banner's blood in his left hand and Mr. Destiny's blood in his right, then clap them together—he could have as many super-soldiers as he wanted!

It was simply perfect!

Thinking of that, he actually began explaining himself to Su Ming.

Emil Blonsky had already resolved that when he returned, he would make the general give him some high-tech brutal treatment too, so he could become bigger, stronger, and tougher!

Now that he heard the general negotiating with this bounty hunter, he knew it concerned the general's research. He did not interrupt, merely stared intensely at Su Ming as he waited for his answer.

The hand Alisha had been holding was already holding hers in return. This time, no matter how she struggled, she could not break free, so she simply let Su Ming hold it.

But when she heard that the general's deal with her boss started at one hundred million, Alisha felt as if she had fallen into a hallucination.

When had her boss's ability to make money become so absurdly outrageous?

What?

Selling blood for money was undignified? It lowered his image?

What a joke. It was only a little blood. She lost far more every month and had never earned an extra cent from it!

And this was one hundred million! A whole one hundred million! Oh my God!

When the general raised the price to two hundred million, Alisha felt like her soul had left her body. Her mind went completely numb...

Su Ming released Alisha's hand, which had finally stopped making trouble, and put on an extremely reluctant expression.

"General, I admit you are right. I was being greedy...

I accept your proposal!

But... payment first."

"Of course! Hahaha~"

Putting aside the fact that the staff assigned to draw Su Ming's blood tried every possible method and still could not pierce his skin to collect a sample, leaving them frantically running in circles.

When Bruce Banner regained consciousness, he was already deep in the mountains...

From passersby, he learned that this was Guatemala.

He had never expected to sprint fifteen thousand miles overnight!

But now was not the time for shock. He had to get the files as soon as possible.

They might contain a way to break the curse on him.

Afterward, he hitched a ride to a nearby town.

Penniless, he could only walk barefoot along the gravel road.

When tired, he would lean against any convenient spot. Sometimes, he would wake from nightmares in which he had accidentally hurt his girlfriend and caused her death.

When hungry, he would go to the market and pick up discarded vegetable leaves.

The former favored son of heaven was now barely clothed, and a passing Little Boy even mistook him for a beggar and placed a few coins in his hand.

How ironic.

But Banner was not the sentimental type.

He used the money to buy the largest pair of pants...