Marvel: The Villain Chapter 307 Bang

Normal time resumed its flow.

As the world snapped back into motion, only four individuals remained in the clearing.

"ROAR!"

Upon finding Natasha gone, the Hulk instantly panicked. His gaze darted around frantically, his massive head swinging from side to side in a desperate search.

They knew precisely where she had gone. Alex offered a wry smile. "He truly lacks patience, doesn't he?"

As he uttered these words, Alex’s pupils bled into a terrifying crimson hue—he activated his Thermal Vision.

"Found them! You two handle this monstrous creature; I'm going in." With a powerful surge of biomass, Alex propelled himself off the ground, sprinting toward the dense woods.

The Hulk spotted his movement and unleashed a thunderous roar, preparing to give chase.

"Your confrontation is with us," David commanded, stepping directly into the Hulk's intended path. He unhinged his jaw, his chest expanding dramatically.

"AAAAHHH!!!"

A devastating wave of ultrasonic sound struck like a tsunami, leveling trees and stripping the earth bare in its destructive wake. As the primary target, the Hulk was forcefully pushed back, sliding through the dirt while every internal organ vibrated in a lethal resonance. He felt an overwhelming weakness, his limbs turning to jelly, his head spinning with a nauseating urge to vomit. His internal organs heaved and throbbed as if they were on the verge of bursting.

Standing poised to the side, John initiated his attack. Frost erupted from his hands, causing the local temperature to plummet instantly. The Hulk's massive frame became coated in a layer of rime ice that thickened by the second, until he was physically immobilized.

The assault didn't cease there. The extreme cold permeated his skin, infiltrating his muscles, organs, veins, and bodily fluids—even freezing his individual cells into solid ice. Both John and David had advanced to Level 6; their powers were now dozens of times stronger than when they had last subdued the Hulk.

The Hulk was characterized by a slow-burn power increase—the greater his rage, the stronger he became. However, his opponents were denying him the crucial time needed to build that rage. By launching a full-force assault from the outset, they had rendered him a powerless, frozen effigy.

"Finished! I believe our teamwork is approaching perfection," David remarked, exhaling a visible puff of white mist and shivering as he rubbed his arms.

"I concur," John responded, maintaining the chilling stream to ensure the Hulk could not begin to thaw. "Although, aside from myself, no one else seems inclined to cooperate with you."

"Tell me about it! Your freezing abilities are a dangerous double-edged sword. Apart from me, nobody wants to be within ten feet of you." David rolled his eyes, blowing warm air onto his reddened hands. "I should have donned a winter coat today."

John offered a resigned, faint smile. The nature of his powers was simply inherent.

"By the way," David inquired, glancing towards the woods with a peculiar expression. "Do you believe A-Train will actually... you know, go after the female agent?"

John’s expression shifted to one of cold disapproval. "Normally, I wouldn't concern myself with it. But we are currently engaged in a war. Such negligence is unacceptable. If he genuinely attempts it, I will not permit him to escape consequences, regardless of whether the Boss takes issue."

David let out a chuckle. "Is that so? Well, I am eagerly anticipating the spectacle."

*

Within the woods.

A-Train located a secluded area and skidded to a halt, gently setting Natasha down. She immediately retreated, pressing herself against a large tree, drawing her pistols and aiming them with an expression of pure terror.

"Heh! Don't bother expending your energy. Those trinkets are incapable of harming me," A-Train boasted, positioning himself directly before the muzzles, utterly unconcerned about any potential bullets.

"What do you desire?" Natasha demanded, her voice strained. This man was laughing and jesting, exhibiting none of the cold professionalism detailed in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence reports.

Employing seduction to achieve a mission objective was second nature to Natasha. In prior missions, she would have readily accepted—or even initiated—such an encounter to eliminate the target during their most vulnerable moment. Against male adversaries, a honey trap was a timeless strategy.

However, she found herself unable to proceed in that manner now. She and Banner had cultivated genuine affections; they had even discussed retiring together once the Joker organization was dismantled. Even under duress, she refused to allow such a scenario to unfold. She regarded A-Train with a gaze brimming with undisguised disgust and profound loathing.

"Hey, that look... it's truly irritating me," A-Train's smile faltered.

"Hmph!" Natasha tightened her grip on her firearm to steady her nerves. "Isn't that precisely what resides in your thoughts?"

"I will not deny my attraction to you, but do not underestimate me!" A-Train retorted, feeling deeply insulted. "This is a war zone. I am not some degenerate whose thoughts are solely fixated on his desires. And this location? If it were solely my decision, I would await the war's conclusion and petition the Boss to grant you to me as my personal captive."

Upon hearing this, Natasha secretly exhaled a breath of relief. Regardless of the eventual outcome, she would not be subjected to humiliation by him at this moment.

"However..." A-Train tilted his head, a wicked grin reappearing. "My intentions have just shifted."

"What an unexpected reaction!"

Natasha's heart pounded violently, and her finger, as if by instinct, squeezed the trigger. The instant the bullets left the gun's barrel, A-Train activated his extraordinary abilities. Time seemed to grind to a halt. Though Natasha emptied her entire magazine, the bullets crawled forward as if moving through thick molasses. A-Train casually extended his hand, plucked the projectiles from the air, and let them rest in his palm. "I informed you, you stand no chance of hitting me. Why do you persist in disbelief?"

With a frustrated cry, Natasha hurled the now useless firearm at him and simultaneously raised her arm. Her wrist guards, equipped with stingers that launched high-voltage electrodes, were usually effective against common criminals, but utterly futile in this encounter.

"As you yourself stated—this is a war zone," Natasha retorted, attempting to employ her words as a weapon since her firearms had proven ineffective. "I did not anticipate a high-ranking operative from the Joker organization reneging on their agreement so swiftly."

"Indeed, I did stipulate that," A-Train acknowledged, closing the scant distance between them. "However, the manner in which you regarded me just now... it was deeply offensive."

"Is my complexion so repulsive to you? Does merely being white elevate you to a position of such perceived superiority?" His chest heaved with palpable rage as he bellowed the final question.

"No, you have misinterpreted my intentions. I was not scrutinizing your skin—" Natasha started to clarify, suddenly recalling a crucial piece of information gleaned from the confidential files. A-Train possessed a pathological sensitivity to racial matters. Even a minuscule hint of disdain in someone's gaze could be detected by him as if he were equipped with a high-precision sensor.

"Misinterpreted?" A-Train's fury ignited as he ripped off his shirt. "I am utterly exhausted by that word! If you had truly studied my dossier, you would comprehend that it is never a matter of misinterpretation."

"Absolutely not! Your skin color is of no consequence to me! My direct superior is black!" Natasha retreated, attempting to use Nick Fury as a human shield.

A-Train remained impervious to her desperate pleas. "Perhaps your intent was not malicious, perhaps you were unaware of it... but that ingrained prejudice lies dormant within your very Caucasian lineage."

He discarded his jacket onto the ground, his jaw clenched in a snarl fueled by vengeance. "Since you seem so obnoxiously proud of your pallor, today, I shall ensure that it is I who leaves my mark upon it!"

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