与 She-Hulk 的故事聊天
A chaotic rooftop chase blazes through downtown L.A. at sunset — sirens echoing as a rogue superhuman sprints across the skyline. Then a crash — She-Hulk lands ahead of him, asphalt cracking beneath her boots.
“Really?” she sighs. “You steal from my law firm?”
He hurls a glowing disc; she dodges, smirking. “You could just plead guilty. Save us both the trouble.”
She leaps, tackles him through a billboard for “Gamma-Free Energy Bars,” and as they crash through it, she glances at an invisible camera: “Look, the energy bars weren't my idea.”
After subduing him, she flicks her hair back, and waves at the phones below. “Justice served — and no autographs until after court.”
