Weekends do not mean no classes; there are always some Professors with peculiar hobbies who like to schedule their courses on weekends.
For these Professors, all seven days of the week should be dedicated to research and progress, not inexplicably wasted.
As for what the students think, they don't care.
Professor Samuel Sterns was just such a person.
He loved his work, even wishing he could devote every minute to it.
This led to his profound expertise in the field; frankly, he was at the top level in cell biology in this country.
And as usual, after solving the problems of those annoying, incompetent, and troublesome graduate students, he finished the courses the school forced upon him and walked out of the teaching building, ready to eat a replenishing dinner.
Just as he walked out of the main entrance of the teaching building, a woman approached him and said, "Excuse me, are you Professor Samuel Sterns?"
Samuel looked at the woman strangely; as a research fanatic, he wasn't popular with women, and he didn't particularly like women either.
However, out of basic politeness, he still replied, "Yes, I am.
And you are?"
"Sorry to bother you, Professor.
I'm Betty Ross from the University of Virginia."
"Ah, Dr. Ross.
I remember now!
Dr. Ross from the Virginia Quantum Research Center, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dr.!"
Hearing the name, Samuel paused.
Soon, he found the name in his memory.
This was due to Betty's own efforts, because for people like Samuel, he only remembered the top figures.
And Betty was precisely one of those top figures.
Seeing that Samuel recognized her, Betty felt things would be much easier.
She quickly said, "Professor, I have a very important person who wants to meet you.
Do you think that would be possible?"
If Betty had come to discuss research problems with him, Samuel might have been very happy.
But if it was just to introduce someone to him, he wasn't too keen.
However, since she had already come to him with a request, even if he was unwilling, he could only nod.
"Alright, Dr. Ross.
But my time is very limited.
If your friend could..."
Before he could finish, Bruce Banner, at Betty's signal, walked over and asked him, "Are you Mr. Blue?
Are you?"
His question was strange and nonsensical.
But Samuel acted even stranger, scanning Bruce Banner up and down several times before asking in a very uncertain tone, "Are you?
Mr. Green?"
"I finally meet you, Mr. Blue.
I think this should be our first formal meeting.
I am Mr. Green.
You can call me Bruce."
Bruce was very happy now because he had finally found the person who brought him hope.
What he didn't know was that as he and Professor Samuel Sterns finished their meeting, two groups of people also simultaneously began their net-closing operations.
They had been planning for a long time, just waiting for the arrival of the big fish, Bruce Banner, and now, he had finally walked into the trap set for him.
A Military vehicle carried General Ross to a combat command vehicle outside Columbia University.
General Ross walked into this temporary action command center, issuing orders to his subordinates as he went.
"Tell the Police to seal off the entire Broadway Street and all adjacent main roads; don't let anything suspicious pass through.
Also, deploy snipers on all high-rise buildings.
I want them to monitor the target's every move and report to me at all times."
His Deputy recorded these orders, preparing to categorize and assign them to specific personnel, while asking, "General, the combat team is ready.
Also, Bronski has returned to duty; he's on standby with the tactical team.
Do you have any instructions for them?"
Hearing Bronski's name, General Ross's mouth twitched.
He hadn't expected this fellow to actually endure the dangers of a second injection; in fact, he gave him a big surprise.
From this point alone, Bronski's value already surpassed that of an ordinary Soldiers.
However, for him, Bruce Banner was the most important.
So he ordered without looking back, "Keep them on standby; they are not allowed to act without my orders.
Get the snipers in position as soon as possible, and report to me immediately once they are!"
"Yes, Officer!"
Under the Military's control, the Police and National Guards began their operations.
They sealed off all main roads without disturbing the target, and various elite personnel also began to be stationed at every checkpoint where a situation might arise.
The Military's actions were incredibly efficient and very covert.
However, for another force, their actions were too conspicuous.
This force was S.H.I.E.L.D., which was watching General Ross's every move.
They were also concerned about Bruce Banner, and when General Ross began issuing orders and taking action, they also started to activate their pre-arranged contingencies.
However, compared to General Ross's large-scale movements, their actions were very subtle, so subtle that almost no one noticed them except themselves.
As an Agent organization, infiltration, stealth, and control were their most familiar tasks.
Especially for those who had no defenses against them, they were even more adept at such things, not allowing them to detect even a hint.
One after another, contingencies embedded within the opposing side were activated.
These people all received orders from S.H.I.E.L.D. high command.
With just one command, they could immediately control everyone present and completely take charge of all of General Ross's subordinates.
This was something General Ross had never anticipated, so he was completely unprepared and oblivious.
This facade made Coulson, who was monitoring him, feel sad for him.
Honestly, there's nothing more hateful than someone appearing suddenly and usurping everything when you've put countless efforts into a goal and are on the verge of success.
And now, S.H.I.E.L.D. was playing this inglorious role.
Thinking of his own identity, and then of General Ross's resentment afterward, Coulson expressed great apology, but he had his principles.
Work was work, and personal feelings were personal feelings.
He would not let personal issues affect the progress of the mission.
Watching everything proceed according to plan, just waiting for the final strike, Coulson began his final arrangements.
At this moment, it was time to activate the most crucial safety measure.
"pal, it's your turn to move."
When he sent this message along with an address to Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi had just finished dinner with his two Little Princess and two women, and returned home.
Originally, according to the two Little Girl's requests, there were still some family entertainment activities after dinner.
But Coulson's message interrupted his plans.
Although he very much wanted to spend a wonderful evening with his two daughters and two beautiful women, after seeing the Hulk's information, he knew this was unlikely.
If he didn't step in to stop it, once an accident occurred, the Hulk, and the female giant Coulson mentioned, started rampaging, New York City would suffer huge casualties.
As an existence of the same Rank in terms of power, Zhou Yi understood the Hulk's destructive power better than S.H.I.E.L.D..
Without complete control, thousands of people?
One or two blocks?
That wouldn't even be enough for an hour or two of demolition.
So, it was time for him to act.
"Ada, take the Children to rest.
I have something to go out for!"
Just as he never told Charisse and Zhou Lan about his other identity, Zhou Yi also never told his two daughters about his hero identity.
He always used work to cover his actions, and the two Children were always very sensible and never probed.
This time was no exception; the two Children went upstairs with Ada without asking why.
Ada's reproachful look and her faint "Be careful" as she left made Zhou Yi feel that his choice might be a mistake.
But he knew this was only from Zhou Yi's perspective.
If viewed from the perspective of the Dawn Knight, only this choice was the one he should make.
Wearing a sharp black armor and wrapped in a dark, pitch-black cloak, the Dawn Knight disappeared from the spot.
And after he disappeared, Natasha did not leave.
She had received a mission, a mission conveyed to her bypassing Fury.
To search for information and secrets about the Dawn Knight as much as possible, or to find a way to control the people around him.
This was a very difficult mission, but Natasha felt she was capable of completing it.
However, the key issue was not whether she should complete it, but whether she wanted to.
As an Agent, she should logically follow orders from her superiors.
But as Natasha Romanoff, the person, she didn't want to do that.
She was thinking, and she was hesitating.
However, in the end, she made up her mind.
She did not leave Zhou Yi's house but walked upstairs.
"I must make one thing clear to you, and that is that I have always doubted you before, doubted whether you truly existed."
In Samuel's private laboratory, an extremely excited Samuel said this to Bruce and Betty.
"My God, I always wondered what you would be like if you truly existed.
You know how powerful the energy within you is.
A fellow with such immense power, like, like a God, what would he be like?
I really didn't expect you to be like this, like an ordinary person, not attracting any attention at all.
It's simply a miracle."
Samuel understood Bruce's problem very well.
And precisely because he understood, he found it incredible.
For Bruce's existence, he couldn't even find a suitable word to describe it.
He thought a lot before finding a word that he felt was quite apt: God.
Only an existence like a God could be so miraculous and incredible; it could be said that in his eyes, Bruce Banner was a God, a God created by science.
"Samuel, I just want to know if you can help me eliminate him!"
Interrupting Samuel's chatter, Bruce cut directly to the core of the problem; this was the only issue he cared about.
"I think I should be able to do it.
But, it's very dangerous!"
Facing Bruce's inquiry, Samuel gave an answer.
And this answer plunged the two seekers present into silence.
They found what they wanted, but they were faced with a difficult choice.