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The Quinjet soared at an incredible speed, with Black Widow's piloting skills leaving nothing to be desired—fast and steady.
From Washington to New York to pick up Coulson, then back to Washington—by the time Daisy had adjusted herself to her best condition, they were approaching the no-fly zone near the Pentagon.
Although officially part of Virginia, Arlington County, where the Pentagon was located, was adjacent to the District of Columbia, separated only by the Potomac River.
The two locations were extremely close. At this moment, the Hulk was running madly from southwest to northeast. Once he entered Washington, not to mention the numerous landmarks destroyed countless times in movies and TV shows, even the SHIELD headquarters would be affected, leading to disastrous consequences.
Although they had the ultimate anti-Hulk biological weapon, dropping it from the sky was unrealistic. If the cute animals were harmed, the Hulk would become even more enraged. They needed to consider practical methods of application.
"I'll lead him away. Let me know when you've set up," Daisy said before opening the hatch and jumping out.
In the high altitude, she emitted a shockwave, but the Hulk didn't react, continuing his headlong rush.
Feeling ignored, Daisy became irritated. You big shrek, just because you're tough doesn't mean you can ignore me!
Not holding back anymore, she unleashed over a dozen shockwaves at the Hulk.
Her shockwaves could penetrate the earth, and although the Hulk's skin was tough, it had its limits. He looked up at Daisy.
While ordinary people go through a facial recognition process, beasts don't. They rely on special senses to distinguish friend from foe. The Hulk instantly recognized Daisy, as his impression of her was deep, having previously run away while holding Betty.
"Roar!" The Hulk roared, leaping towards Daisy like a missile, his legs bent, then he jumped straight at her.
Facing the oncoming mountain of flesh, Daisy, acting as a turret in the sky, was taken aback. She watched as the Hulk leaped thousands of meters into the air, snarling and showing his might. Daisy turned and flew away.
Facing the challenge, the Hulk showed no weakness. He forgot his original purpose and stopped at the edge of the District of Washington DC, being pulled south by Daisy.
The officials in Washington breathed a sigh of relief, gathered together, and muttering in excitement, "God bless America!"
As for the people of Virginia who had originally come to watch the show, some of whom even harbored resentment against the rich, they were left with nothing but curses.
Clearly, the disaster had departed, yet it seemed to have been drawn back!
Daisy flew from the sky, causing no damage, but the Hulk was an entirely different story.
With his large feet stomping forcefully, then leaping thousands of meters high and two kilometers away, the force feedback on the ground felt like a small-scale earthquake.
Cars, roads, and even buildings were trampled underfoot. Relatively speaking, they were the lucky ones.
In truth, the Hulk couldn't control his emotions. Compared to killing, he preferred smashing things. He wasn't a terrifying monster bent on killing everyone he saw.
In the initial stage, his emotions could be controlled, but ultimately, the Hulk lacked the ability to fly. Even if he jumped two kilometers in one go, he would eventually land on the ground and take a few steps to continue his leap.
Those at the landing points were in for some very bad luck.
With a weight of over 500 kilograms falling at an accelerated pace onto their heads, no one could withstand such kinetic energy and acceleration.
Cars were flattened into paper scraps, houses were turned into rubble, and as for people? Casualties were inevitable. This wasn't a movie like The Avengers where ordinary people miraculously survived an alien invasion in New York after hours of fighting. Such things were impossible.
Civilian casualties were severe, with most still asleep when they were crushed by the Hulk, along with their homes. Some died instantly, while others clung to life being injured all over, dying slow deaths.
Daisy wasn't trying to lead the Hulk into crowds of people, but rather, the thirteen states on the East Coast of the United States, being the earliest American colonies, had the highest population density and the most buildings.
With Washington to the north, the Pentagon to the southwest, and the Atlantic Ocean to the east, she had no choice but to lead him south.
The pressure on her was huge. The Hulk's giant leap seemed funny and ridiculous, but in reality, he was incredibly fast!
One leap covered two kilometers, while Daisy's top flying speed was nearly Mach 1, or 1,200 kilometers per hour.
Converted, that was 340 meters per second. With his running start, a buildup of momentum, jumping, and landing actions, they were moving at about the same speed...
But Daisy's stamina was nowhere near the Hulk's. Her energy was constantly declining, whereas the Hulk? Did he even have an energy meter?
Midway through his run, fueled by boundless strength, the Hulk's jumps were now nearly three kilometers each.
Fortunately, it wasn't a speed contest. Daisy didn't have to fly in a straight line. If the Hulk got too close, she'd veer away. The casualties below were no longer her concern.
Wherever they passed resembled a massive demolition site, with debris flying and dust filling the air.
"Hurry up! I can't hold on much longer!" Daisy flew while contacting her team, waiting for them to set up the anti-Hulk weapon.
Simply flying wasn't enough to slow the Hulk down; it was only a matter of time before he caught up to her.
The sound of a rushing wind filled the air as Daisy made a sharp turn to avoid the car the Hulk had hurled at her.
He hadn't caught up to her yet, and his anger levels were skyrocketing.
Luckily, Daisy wasn't fighting alone. The military's laser tank of the Red Skull brand with symbols had finally arrived at the pre-set ambush site, ready to snipe the Hulk.
This tank packed a powerful punch, but its propulsion system was still World War II level, and it had been neglected for years, breaking down shortly after leaving the Pentagon.
Now it was being brought in for emergency assistance via military transport aircraft.
Both sides had the same goal, and there hadn't been any absurd incidents where Daisy got hit by a stray shot.
Flying to the side of the tank, Daisy found herself in complete darkness. She wasn't worried about exposing her true identity, but after waiting two seconds, she was curious why the tank wasn't firing yet.
Little did she know, inside the tank, the driver was cursing the bureaucratic style of the Pentagon and hadn't noticed her.
This old tank was older than the driver's grandfather, with powerful firepower but aiming systems that were a nightmare.
Modern tanks have passive remote sensing and ballistic computers for analysis, but this WWII-era tank lacked such features. It relied on a small aiming sight and human judgment for distance and elevation.
With the distance between them being large and the Hulk's speed, jumping up and down unpredictably, the driver couldn't keep up with his movements.
From Daisy's perspective outside, she saw the tank's cannon slowly rise with a "creak," and then urgently lower with a series of clicks.
She was dumbfounded. What are you doing? Why aren't you firing yet?
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