In the office.
Yang Bo hung up and watched the Hulk furiously taking on a tank on the screen.
Beside him, Blade had no real idea how strong Ivan, who had just called, was. Still, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine Ivan being stronger than Yang Bo. He asked worriedly:
"Aren't you worried? This monster is just too strong."
On the screen, the Hulk had already ripped the top off the tank as if he were opening a can.
Yang Bo said bluntly, "What good would it do if I went? I can't beat him, and I can't kill him. With my current strength, I suspect he'd regenerate faster than I could cut him!"
"Then..."
"You mean Ivan? He's not stupid. All he has to do is lure Hulk out of New York. Don't forget S.H.I.E.L.D., either. I'm sure they have some way to deal with him!"
What Yang Bo didn't know was that Fury was currently watching the Hulk on-screen with a pounding headache. They still hadn't recovered from the Hydra incident. To deal with Hulk, they would have to lure him out of New York; otherwise, they couldn't use any weapons with serious destructive power.
But that raised another problem: who could draw Hulk's attention and still make it out of New York alive with him in pursuit?
He wanted to send Captain America, but no matter how he looked at it, Captain America was no match for that monster. If something went wrong, regret would do him no good.
On a bustling avenue in New York.
Tony remained calmly embedded in a wall. It was embarrassing, but for the sake of staying alive, he stayed plastered there without moving. Mainly because the screen in front of him was covered in red damage warnings.