Hulk : The Thunderstrike

At the alley of Shut Street, Ethan paced back and forth for several minutes. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

His junior brother cautious? No, no, something's wrong here!

Since his junior brother had joined the force just yesterday, his name had been ringing in Ethan's ears constantly. Every criminal he caught, he did it swiftly, without giving anyone a chance to react.

Previously, some people had said that his appearance and temperament made him easy to overlook, but what had happened since? He had disrupted everything, forcing those who tried to hide to show themselves.

Ethan, frustrated, lit a cigarette. He took a deep breath, but halfway through, he couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to find his junior brother.

But as he was about to get up, he noticed someone approaching the alley entrance—a yellow-haired man, Tom, was walking toward him with someone on his back!

"Brother Antonia!!!"

Ethan's eyes went wide, and he rushed toward Tom.

Tom, carrying Stephen, who was unconscious, stumbled, nearly dropping him in the process.

Ethan immediately stopped in his tracks, his anger flaring.

"Damn it, how dare you throw my junior brother around like that?"

Tom, startled, stammered, "Comrade police officer, you... you... what's the matter with you?"

Ethan was about to speak when he froze.

Something didn't feel right.

He asked, his voice low and controlled, "Who is this? He's not my junior brother, is he?"

Tom, realizing what Ethan meant, almost choked on his own frustration. He'd been preparing for a thousand explanations, but now he couldn't help but vent.

"Comrade police officer, you know your junior brother well enough, don't you? If I could carry him like this, even if I were moving bricks, I'd be rich by now, but... I wouldn't be stuck as a thief!"

Ethan blinked. Tom had a point, but as a police officer, how could he let himself be looked down upon by a criminal?

His face darkened. "Enough of the nonsense! Where is my junior brother?"

Tom, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, snapped back to reality. "No, comrade police, hurry, hurry, that big officer told me to contact the headquarters for help. As for him..."

Blah, blah, blah!

Tom had never remembered so much in his life! In this short period of time, he hurriedly relayed everything Antonia had instructed him to do without missing a single detail.

Ethan's anger grew with every word, his eyes narrowing until they looked ready to burst.

Antonia! This stupid junior brother of mine!

He's cautious? Careful? He's an idiot!

Forty-one people, all of them dangerous criminals, and just from listening to Tom's retelling, Ethan could tell many of them deserved the death penalty! Could these people just be toyed with?

If you shout "Police, don't move!" will they stop what they're doing? You don't even have a weapon on you!

Even if you're as strong as the Hulk, you're still just a mortal, with two shoulders carrying a head!

What are you thinking, fighting forty-one criminals?

Fool! A pure b*****d!

Ethan was trembling with fury. His mind raced with worry, but he knew the priority was to report the situation to the higher-ups, so he didn't allow himself to think any further. He quickly reached for his walkie-talkie.

"Command center, command center, this is Officer 9364 Ethan, Officer 9364 Ethan, please respond, please respond if you hear me..."

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Meanwhile, at the House in the Alley

Antonia emerged from the shadowy alleyway and stepped into view.

At the same time, he became visible to the person watching him from the second-floor window of the target building, someone looking at him through the one-way mirror, and to the person monitoring the security cameras.

Forty-one people!

Antonia couldn't help but pause and take a deep breath.

His system data flashed across his mind:

[Name: Antonia]

[Age: 22]

[Height: 2.3m]

[Weight: 198kg]

[Strength: 21]

[Speed: 21]

[Temperament: 42]

[Skills: Identification (Primary), Golden Bell Jar (Primary)]

Antonia's physical stats were twice that of an average person. He was built like a powerhouse, and his strong presence exuded an aura of authority. This, combined with his skill in "Golden Bell Jar," made him capable of handling even the most dangerous situations.

He had also just learned from Stephen that this group of criminals didn't have firearms on them. As long as they didn't have guns, Antonia believed he could take them down with his raw strength and "Golden Bell Jar" defense.

The more he thought about it, the less time he wanted to waste. The children inside, the ones waiting for a heart transplant, couldn't afford to wait for backup.

He wasn't about to wait for backup!

He had no intention of standing around doing nothing when he knew these criminals were about to commit unspeakable atrocities.

Clenching his fists, Antonia took heavy steps toward the house.

On the second floor of the building, a burly man sat at the window, comfortably smoking a cigarette while observing the streets outside.

After a few minutes, he frowned. Something felt off. He had been watching Stephen ventilate down below, but where was he? It had been ten minutes. Why hadn't he returned yet?

The burly man reached for his phone, ready to call someone for clarification, when suddenly, he saw an unexpected sight at the front door.

What the hell!

The man froze, staring at Antonia's imposing figure at the door. His gaze shifted back to himself and his own physique.

Wait... my body's proud, but this guy... this guy is built like a damn mountain!

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