In the Indian subcontinent, the standard of living per capita is generally low.

In a remote town, the dilapidated houses are endless, whether it is leaky windows, or the loopholes of the ceiling that can see the sky when you look up, and the narrow streets, the chaotic and uncleaned environment silently speaks of the poverty here.

That afternoon, some of the elderly poor sat lazily at the door, watching the people come and go on both sides of the street.

In the afternoon, it is the time to work, but unfortunately, it is too poor here, only a few people can find a dream job, and many more have to work hard for a better life in the future.

"Hey, old Joe Khan, you're cured?"

"Alright, I can kill a cow with one punch now! The new doctor is amazing! Old Johan grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and flashed his dry muscles as if demonstratively.

A year ago, a kind and unobtrusive doctor came here, with a very high level of medical skills and a very conscientious fee, and quickly became famous in the local area, and the name of this doctor was heard in the neighboring towns, and many poor people would rather walk thousands of kilometers than seek medical treatment from him.

It is said that this is a very low-key doctor, wearing glasses, a square face, a slightly curly black hair on the top of his head, a strong body, and a temperament that looks more like a scholar.

Because there are always a pair of slightly melancholy eyes, it attracts the attention of many young women in the area. Every time the doctor traveled, a group of young girls peeked through the cracks in the windows.

This is a doctor with a gentle personality, no matter how angry the patient is, how short-tempered he is, I have never seen him angry, he does not seem to be angry at all, gentle and polite, always the label of this doctor.

Everyone here loves him and wants to be in touch with him.

The doctor happened to pass by with a dilapidated medical box on his back, it was a somewhat outdated medical box, it could be seen that it was still a product from many years ago, and even the strap on it was a little damaged, and a line drooped down, gently fluttering with the breeze.

When the doctor saw old Joe Khan, he greeted him with a smile and said gently, "Hello, Johan Khan, how are you feeling?" ”

"Oh, doctor, thank you so much, you saved my life......" Old Johan stood up at a loss, looked at him with gratitude, and looked over with reverence, full of reverence.

The doctor smiled, he had always treated everyone here like this, whether it was the poor or the rich, he had always been unhurried.

The local poor people heard that a rich man in a big city did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire him as a private doctor, willing to equip him with a special office and research equipment, and was willing to pay a large amount of money every month.

The doctor decisively refused, much to the relief of many poor people.

But this is how the doctor lives in the slums, and many people think that he is a volunteer who has come to treat poor poor people.

Only the doctor himself knew that he had come here purely out of desperation, and that he had to do so in order to suppress the beast inside him.

Poor places have the benefits of poor places, a sparser population, simpler things, and no excessive accidents happen, this place is the best retreat he has chosen.

Bruce Banner, since the First World War in New York, he has had a lot of hardships to escape the United States, cross the vast Pacific Ocean, bypass the Indian Ocean, and come to the Indian subcontinent, specifically to find such a small town and live as a doctor.

Everyone says he has a good temper, but in fact he likes anger most of the time, anger is like a catalyst for his body, and his body's senses tell him that he actually likes anger.

Anger allows him to do things that he would never normally be able to do.

And the price is that the beast will be easily released, and everything will be over, not only will it be completely exposed, but everyone here will not survive.

In the past few years, there have been too many similar things, and every time he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by ruins, incomplete corpses, all kinds of intestines and internal organs and brains, like graffiti materials, colorful and painted on the messy ground, painted in different colors.

That's the color of madness and despair.

Fortunately, for more than a year, he has been desperately learning yoga and qi cultivation skills, and he has been able to control his emotions well, and for more than a year, the beast has never appeared.

But the anger that still existed in his body told him that the terrible thing had never gone away, that he had always been, dwelled in his body, glaring at him angrily.

When it is released again, it is greeted by even more tyrannical destruction. The long repression made the green beast irritable, and its anger grew stronger day by day.

Banner hurried home, this time of day when he practiced yoga, which helped him better control his anger.

He casually tossed the medical kit behind him, took the rusty key from his waist, and went to open the closed door of the room. It's a skillful move, and he's repeated it countless times over the past year.

A slight sound sounded behind him.

"I'm no longer seeing a doctor today, so let's come back tomorrow." Banner said without looking back.

The sound behind him suddenly stopped, and an emotionless gaze stared at him.

Banner's beastly instinct froze subconsciously, it was a different feeling, a sense of threat and hostility, and a chill welled up on the top of his head, and some hairs began to rise.

"Finally can't help but come to the door, which organization are you from? Federal government? Military? Or is it some other messy agency? ”

He sighed, turned around slowly, and looked cautiously at the owner of his gaze, but soon his face changed, and he guessed wrong.

That's not people.

It is a small robot, with all facial features and distinct limbs, and scarlet light blooms from the electronic pupils of this small robot, which makes people shudder.

There is a narrow street in between, and from time to time garbage accumulates on the ground, and a piece of waste paper is blown up by the wind and falls crookedly in the middle of the street, and another gust of wind spreads out the curled paper and sticks to the ground.

One person and one machine, looking at each other just a few meters away.

Bruce Banner watched in silence for a few seconds, didn't say a word, and he couldn't speak, so he could only slowly open the door and walk in.

In his spare time, he also surfs the Internet, and is naturally no stranger to this kind of robot, and even for some reason, he remembers it.

Language, at this point, has become the most superfluous thing.

That man finally came to him for revenge.