Muscles: Please use your brain! Banner: This humble monk knows a little martial arts!

"Loki actually dares to do that?!"

Thor's eyes were bloodshot, and deep within his azure pupils, lightning surged wildly.

Zizizi!

A terrifying voltage erupted from him, ionizing the surrounding air and releasing a pungent, burnt smell.

"Pikachu! Pikachu!!"

The Pikachu perched on his shoulder seemed to sense its master's anger, and two dazzling sparks of electricity erupted from its originally soft and cute cheeks.

The man and the rat transformed into two thunderous volcanoes about to erupt.

"Sif! Take me back!"

Thor strode forward, each step leaving a charred footprint in the concrete. "I'm going to hang that liar on the Rainbow Bridge and let him dry!"

"Wait, Thor!"

Sif looked troubled. "We sneaked down the Rainbow Bridge; we don't have enough energy to bring you back..."

"Then let Heimdall drive it!"

Thor roared and turned to rush out of the base, seemingly intending to yell at the magic circle in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated.

"stop."

A voice, not loud but imposing, pierced through the thunder that filled the sky.

Li Ang remained leaning against the counter, his eyes calm as still water.

"Manager! This is an Asgardian domestic matter!"

Thor turned around, veins bulging on his neck. "Loki betrayed everyone, and even tried to lure the Frost Giants into the pass. I must..."

"What do you have to do? Go back to your death? Or go back and help Loki secure his throne?"

Li Ang sneered, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Thor froze, his muscular brain momentarily blank: "What do you mean?"

"Use your brain, if you still have that thing."

Leon pointed to his temple. "Think about it, who is the current King of Asgard?"

"It was...it was Loki, but he usurped the throne!"

"Procedurally, as long as Odin hasn't awakened, he is the acting god-king."

Li Ang put down his cola and walked step by step to Thor. In this confrontation between a mortal and a god, Li Ang completely overwhelmed Thor in terms of aura.

"What is your status now? A sinner stripped of his divine powers and exiled to Midgard."

"If you force your way back now, storm the royal court, and assault the acting God-King, that would be treason!"

A mocking smile appeared on Li Ang's face.

Thor opened his mouth wide, and Pikachu on his shoulder opened its mouth wide as well, the two of them frozen in perfect sync.

"If I were Loki, I would be happy to see you back."

Li Ang continued to attack his morale, saying, "Because as soon as you make a move, I can pin the crime of colluding with the Frost Giants on you."

"The former Thor has fallen; he has conspired with outsiders to murder the Allfather, who is currently sleeping, and seize his throne!"

"Even if you kill all the Frost Giants, Loki can still say that you killed them to cover up your crimes."

"At that time, you will truly become a disgrace to Asgard, and you will never be able to clear your name in this lifetime."

Li Ang's words were like a bucket of ice water poured from Thor's skull to the soles of his feet.

The previously turbulent thunder quickly subsided.

Pikachu scratched its head in confusion, seemingly marveling at the complexity of human nature.

"Then... what should I do?"

Thor was completely dumbfounded. This kind of power struggle was more difficult for him than quantum mechanics. "Should we just watch him run rampant?"

"Not only do we have to watch, but we also have to sit and watch, while drinking cola."

Li Ang patted Thor's broad shoulder, as if he were teaching a slow-witted elementary school student.

"Since Loki wants to lure the Frost Giants to kill Odin, why don't you wait until he messes up the whole thing first?"

"When the Frost Giant actually appears at Odin's bedside, when Loki is unable to handle the situation..."

"Then you descend from the sky like a hero and blast them all away with a hammer... oh no, I mean, a cannon shot."

"Back then, did it even need explaining who the traitor was and who the savior was?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Sif and the Warriors Three stared at Li Ang in disbelief.

Is this the wisdom of the people of Midgard? It's too... too insidious!

But it sounds so reasonable!

Thor's confusion gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of ecstatic realization.

"That's right! That's exactly it!"

Thor slammed his fist into his palm, his face flushed with excitement. "As expected of the manager! That 'retreat to advance' move was absolutely brilliant!"

"As long as I don't go back, Loki will be the one in a hurry! If I go back now, I'll only help him clear his name!"

Thor felt his intelligence had prevailed, and he even looked at Sif with a hint of smugness: "Did you hear that? That's tactics! Use your brain more in future battles!"

Sif: "..."

Please stop talking, it's embarrassing.

Li Ang watched this scene and chuckled inwardly.

They've completely fooled me.

If Thor leaves now, who will fight when the Destroyer descends?

Should we bring him?

He was just an ordinary, unremarkable gashapon (capsule toy) merchant.

"Li! Should we discuss the big green behemoth in New York first?"

Just then, Coulson, who had been standing in front of the communications station, suddenly shouted, interrupting the lesson on "palace intrigue".

"General Ross's defenses have completely collapsed! That big green guy just tore an Apache attack helicopter apart with his bare hands!"

Coulson, sweating profusely and pale-faced, pulled up the live surveillance footage.

In the scene, flames soared into the sky.

A monster with protruding spinal spurs and covered in yellowish-brown bone plates stood in the middle of the street, howling at the sky.

He was still holding half of a helicopter rotor in his hand, and he threw it at civilian buildings on the roadside like a toy.

"Hulk! Get out here!!"

The vengeful roar came through the screen, making the glass in the base vibrate.

"The military's firepower was completely ineffective against him; even armor-piercing rounds would only bounce off him."

Coulson looked at Leon, his tone pleading, "Leon, I'm afraid no one can deal with Abomination. We'll have to ask your employee Banner for help."

In this room, there is Thor, Iron Man, and the Hulk.

This is an army capable of destroying the world.

But he could only ask Li Ang for help, because he knew that Li Ang was the one in charge here.

"Hulk..."

Banner, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, a hint of pity flashing in his golden pupils.

As he looked at the rampaging monster on the screen, he couldn't help but recall the drop of blood that had slipped down his face at the beverage factory.

"That was my sin."

Banner clasped his hands together, and the brocade robe on his body moved without wind, swirling with a faint Buddhist light.

"General Ross created him, and I provided the raw materials. Since it started because of me, it should be ended by me."

Banner turned around and bowed slightly to Li Ang: "Boss, I'd like to ask for a leave of absence."

"Go."

With a casual wave of his hand, Li Ang opened the Anywhere Door automatically.

On the other side of the portal lay a street ravaged by war, with sirens blaring.

The sweltering heat and the smell of gunpowder instantly flooded into the cool base.

"By the way, this isn't called asking for leave, it's called team building."

Li Ang stepped towards the teleportation portal first, a look of anticipation on his face. "You guys just got new equipment, how will you know if it's just for show if you don't find a target to practice on?"

"target?"

Tony Stark's eyes lit up.

The silver symbiotic armor flowed like mercury, covering his entire body.

"Jarvis, record the data for the armor and the data after Kuuga transforms..."

Tony's voice came through the visor, carrying a metallic chill, "That big guy is a bit ugly, but he should be pretty tough."

"Roar! Since we're fighting monsters, how can we forget the prince of Asgard!"

Thor was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, and now a reckless monster had conveniently delivered itself to his doorstep.

The Pikachu on his shoulder waved its little fist and cried out, "Pika! Pika!"

……

Harlem, New York.

The famous Broadway has now become a scene of carnage.

The overturned car was engulfed in flames, and panicked people scattered and fled.

"Hulk! You coward! Is this the world you've been protecting?"

The abomination smashed an armored vehicle into a pancake with a single punch and roared furiously at the sky.

He enjoyed this power, enjoyed this fear, and felt like a god on earth.

Just then.

hum!

A door suddenly opened out of thin air on the street not far in front of him.

Abomination paused for a moment, then stopped its destructive actions.

Several figures slowly walked out of the portal.

The leader was a young Asian man who looked like a country bumpkin visiting the city, looking around.

Behind him followed an Iron Man in a silver bodysuit, a burly man in a tattered T-shirt with a yellow rat on his head, and another…

monk?

Hatred narrowed his eyes, looking at the last, thin man wearing a red and gold kasaya, with one hand raised to his chest.

"Banner? You've finally come out?"

The abomination recognized the face and burst into ear-piercing laughter. "But what are you wearing? A circus clown costume?"

With a stomp of his foot, the ground cracked open, and he shot towards the crowd like a cannonball, his enormous shadow instantly enveloping everyone.

Faced with this charge that could crush a tank, Tony was about to raise his hand, and Thor was about to unleash his electric shock.

"Namo Amaterasu".

A deep yet resounding Buddhist chant, like a great bell, suddenly rang out on the noisy battlefield.

Banner took a step forward.

It did not transform.

There was no angry roar.

But the instant he took that step, a three-meter-tall green Vajra phantom, dressed in a brocade robe and with wide-open, angry eyes, suddenly appeared in the void behind him.

The phantom was draped in a kasaya, with bulging muscles, resembling a Asura Buddha emerging from hell.

"Hatred".

Banner looked up, his golden eyes reflecting the hideous monster.

He stretched out one hand, palm facing outward, his movements as gentle as if he were about to stroke a kitten.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"If we don't turn back..."

Banner's voice suddenly turned cold, and the Hulk phantom behind him unfurled its massive, monstrous back.

"This humble monk also knows a little martial arts; I'll send you to the Western Paradise to see Buddha!"