This moment.
The "bloodstains" and "scars" on Homelander's body are no longer proof of his embarrassment.
But it is the most dazzling medal.
Hulk was also stunned by this scene.
He looked at the trembling children, and a trace of confusion flashed in his angry eyes.
He is Hulk, not a devil.
The child's cry was like a clear ice spring pouring on his feverish brain.
"Hulk..."
His raised fist stopped in mid-air.
And Homelander slowly straightened his spine.
Although he was a little shaken, at this moment, in everyone's eyes, his body was taller than ever.
"Have you had enough trouble?"
"If you want to fight, let's continue."
He opened his arms and stood in front of the children.
"Don't touch them."
While saying this, Homelander silently called the system in his mind.
"System, open 'Team Rally'."
"Team members detected within 1500 meters: Homelander, Jewel, Quicksilver, Crimson Lady, Speedball, Invisible Man."
"Team Rally mode has been activated! Current all attribute increase rate: 360%!"
But this is not enough. In order to achieve the effect of a one-hit kill, he needs a stronger burst.
"Turn on 'Bonded Fist'!"
"Consumption Special Popularity Points 5000 points! The destructive power of the next attack will be increased by 1000%!"
Homelander's right fist was slightly clenched.
Although there was no visible change in appearance, in his perception, the power condensed on this fist had reached an extremely terrifying level.
"Come on, big guy."
Homelander looked at Hulk in front of him and sneered in his heart.
"I will use this punch to finish you off."
He has even thought about his pose after the hit and the lines he should say in front of the camera--
"Strength is for protection, not for catharsis."
However, Hulk looked at the trembling children behind Homelander, and at the old nun who bravely opened her arms.
He lowered his head again and looked at his huge fist.
The anger in his eyes is fading quickly.
He walked towards Homelander slowly and step by step.
"Good, that's it! Hurry up, I can't wait!"
Homelander clenched his right fist tighter, and his heart kept urging him, waiting for the moment when Hulk would burst into action.
However, Hulk walked three meters in front of him and stopped.
I saw that his size began to shrink visibly to the naked eye, shrinking from the six or seven meter tall Titan back to his normal state of about two and a half meters tall.
Hulk lowered his hands, like a child who had done something wrong, and said awkwardly, word by word:
"Hulk... No fight... No fight."
A gentle breeze blew by, rolling up a few scraps of newspaper.
Homelander's resolute face became stiff for a moment.
Now Homelander can't be fixed.
He suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to twitch and maintained his expression control.
But the groundhog in my heart has roared like a dragon.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!!"
"I've already activated my ultimate move! I've spent all my money! 5,000 Special Popularity Points points have been smashed into it! You told me you're not going to fight anymore?!"
"Where's your anger? Where's your pride? Aren't you going to tear me apart?!"
"You have to fight! You should roar 'Hulk is the strongest', then jump up and punch me, and then I'll finish you off with a backhand Righteous Execution. This is the right script!"
"System! System!!"
Homelander quickly called in his mind.
"I'm not going to fight this punch. Can Special Popularity Points be refunded? Can I apply for a seven-day no-reason return?!"
The system did not speak, but silently popped up an interface with a countdown displayed on it--
Bonded Fist charging remaining time: 59 seconds...58 seconds...57 seconds...
"Damn..."
Homelander wanted to curse, but now the cameras all over the world are facing him.
He couldn't get angry, let alone show disappointment.
"Huh..."
Homelander forced down the depression in his heart and quickly adjusted his facial expression.
He slowly loosened his clenched fists, his eyes showing gentleness and tolerance.
More than a dozen Hummingbird Droness approached, and the high-definition lenses they carried captured this scene extremely keenly.
In the high-definition close-up, what kind of look does Homelander have?
It is a kind of love like a father and a brother, and the relief of seeing the lost lamb finally return home.
"I know."
Homelander's voice is soft, but it is clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the drone's keen radio equipment.
"I know you don't want to hurt anyone, Hulk."
Hulk raised his head, and there was a feeling of grievance in his green eyes.
"Everyone... is afraid of Hulk..."
"Hulk... don't want to be... a monster."
"Plop."
Under the gaze of audiences around the world, Hulk, who was regarded as the incarnation of destruction, knelt on his knees in front of the red and blue figure.
Like a child who made a mistake, faced with a harsh... oh no, a kind father.
"Hulk... also wants... to be a hero."
This sentence makes countless emotionally sensitive people feel sore in their noses.
Homelander looked at Hulk and gave the most perfect reaction.
He stretched out his hand.
He gently placed it on Hulk's messy hair and rubbed it.
"Want to be a hero?"
Homelander smiled, and the smile was warmer than the sun at noon.
"You already are."
"No one is born a hero."
"The moment you choose to use your strength to protect the weak, you are a hero."
Hulk felt the temperature coming from the top of his head blankly.
No one had ever touched his head like this.
In the past, those people would only point guns at him and bombard him with cannons.
Unprecedented emotions spread in Hulk's heart.
The wind has risen.
The sea breeze blew up Homelander's cloak and messed up Hulk's hair.
Atop the ruins and dust, God stroked Beast's head, completing the redemption.
This scene, frozen by the shutter sounds of countless cameras, became Eternity.
"Ding! Harvest Special Popularity Points + 15000! (from Hulk)"
Hearing this prompt, Homelander's depression finally dissipated.
"Okay, fifteen thousand, this won't be a loss."
As Hulk calmed down, his green skin began to fade away quickly, and his huge frame shrank.
A few seconds later.
Bruce·Banner, with only one pair of underwear left, curled up on the ground and fell asleep.
And a few blocks away, Park Avenue.
The fighting style here is not as tender and tender as here.
"Boom!!"
A car was blown away.
With the addition of Mighty Thor Jane Foster, the battle situation reversed instantly.
The Mjolnir in her hand seemed to have found an owner who truly understood it. Every time she waved it, it brought thunder across the sky.
"This hammer... turns out to be so useful?"
Jane performed a beautiful backflip in the air, dodged a missile, and smashed the sneak attack armor into scrap metal with a hammer.
The feeling of power flowing through her body fascinated her.
The fighting skills of Asgard, which lasted for tens of thousands of years, are engraved in her mind like instinct, making her even more of a warrior than Thor.
Thor.
This Son of Odin is in a state of extreme doubt about life at the moment.
"Why... why Mjolnir would reject me..."