As dusk fell, Blonsky walked out of the Joker organization's stronghold and disappeared into the forest.
His breath, low and rumbling like a car engine, scared away all the birds and beasts in the vicinity.
He strode to a high slope and looked out into the distance. Brightly lit Manhattan was right before his eyes, separated only by a river.
This was the Hudson River, so this must be the Hudson Valley.
Blonsky quickly realized his location.
Looking at the tall buildings not far away, he clenched his fists, his eyes filled with excitement.
For his debut performance, Manhattan was absolutely the best stage.
Boom!
He leaped into the air, his massive body soaring straight into the clouds as if testing the height of the sky.
After a single jump spanning hundreds of meters, he smashed into the ground like a howitzer shell.
A large crater was blasted into the earth, soil splashing everywhere like floodwaters released from a dam.
Blonsky jumped again, an unprecedented sense of joy enveloping his heart, making him laugh wildly like a beast.
Freedom!
This state of possessing absolute power and doing whatever he wanted was true freedom!
Government, army, laws, morals...
All human values would be trampled under his feet.
After three consecutive jumps, Blonsky crossed the Hudson River and appeared on the streets of the opposite shore.
Bang!
Cracks appeared on the hard concrete roadside where he landed.
Just then, a beam of light approached from the distance, accompanied by the roar of engines.
Blonsky turned his head and saw over a dozen high-powered sports cars speeding towards him. His superhuman vision allowed him to notice many details of the cars.
Modified sports cars!
Blonsky smiled, cracked his neck, and walked forward.
Screech!!!
Piercing brake sounds rang out. The underground racers slammed on their brakes, ignoring the risk of rear-end collisions to stop their vehicles quickly.
"Holy shit!"
"What kind of monster is this!"
"Godzilla?"
Looking at the unidentified object in front of them, these flushed underground racers sobered up instantly, their eyes wide.
"Racing? Count me in."
Smelling the strong scent of alcohol, the smile on Blonsky's face deepened. He assumed a professional sprinting stance and sneered, "The stakes are your lives!"
Hearing this, the underground racers were terrified. They turned their steering wheels hard and floored the gas pedals, tires spinning rapidly as they made quick U-turns.
Vroom vroom vroom!
Engines roared as the dozen sports cars immediately headed back the way they came, wanting to get far away from this monster.
Seconds later, the sports cars were gone, but Blonsky continued to count down unhurriedly.
"Three, two, one, start!"
As soon as his voice fell, his huge feet exerted sudden force, leaving deep grooves in the concrete pavement.
Blonsky launched at full speed, chasing the sports cars with astonishing velocity.
If it were a straight road, the sports cars with top speeds exceeding 300 km/h could have left Blonsky far behind.
But unfortunately, these underground racers found straight-line acceleration boring and specifically chose to race on the banks of the Hudson River in the eastern suburbs of Manhattan.
Here, not only were road conditions complex, but there were also many vehicles, meaning even high-powered sports cars couldn't unleash their full performance.
About ten seconds later, Blonsky caught up with one car.
"Ahhh!!!"
Bang!
Out of fear, the driver crashed the front of the car into a utility pole. The engine was severely damaged and stalled directly.
Blonsky noticed this from dozens of meters away.
He sneered and leaped, his massive body jumping high into the air and then smashing heavily onto the car.
Crash!
With a loud bang, the cool-looking sports car was crushed into a sheet of metal, expensive parts scattering everywhere.
The drunk-driving underground racer was turned into meat paste, forever fused with the car.
"First one!"
Blonsky kicked away the scrap metal and accelerated to catch up.
When he caught up to the second car, the surrounding buildings had become taller, and there were more pedestrians and vehicles.
Blonsky roared and kicked the rear of the car.
Clang!
The car's speed instantly broke its limit, and the body smashed into a building like a cannonball.
Wall bricks and glass scattered everywhere, and the expensive vehicle shattered into pieces.
"Ahhh!!!"
Seeing Blonsky, pedestrians screamed and fled in panic. Cars accelerated frantically to escape, disregarding scratches and collisions. The originally lively block instantly turned into an apocalyptic scene.
Listening to the screams in his ears, Blonsky grew even more excited.
He stopped chasing the racers and instead single-handedly lifted vehicles parked on the roadside, throwing them like shot puts.
Cars weighing one or two tons felt truly like shot puts in his hands. A casual throw could send them flying over a hundred meters, either crashing to the ground as scrap metal or smashing into buildings and turning into a shower of rubble.
Blonsky wantonly destroyed the surrounding buildings, and the New York Police Department's emergency lines were nearly blown up.
After confirming today wasn't Christmas or April Fools' Day, the nearest police precinct urgently dispatched a helicopter to observe from above.
"Holy shit!"
The officers were completely stunned by the scene before them.
Even the sergeant with over ten years of service had never seen a monster over three meters tall.
However, they were New York police after all. having experienced multiple terrorist incidents caused by the Joker organization, their mentality was far better than police in other states.
"This monster isn't something we can handle. Report it immediately!"
The sergeant calmly assessed the disparity in strength and made a decision.
"Yes!" The officer answered loudly, then immediately contacted New York Police Headquarters and transmitted the live footage.
"Sir, the case has been reported. What do we do now?"
The sergeant frowned and said seriously, "This is downtown Manhattan. We can't engage him here. Lure him to the Hudson Valley on the opposite bank!"
"Understood!"
The helicopter's side doors opened, and officers aimed their automatic rifles to fire.
Bang bang bang!!!
The dark night sky flashed with tongues of fire.
7.62mm bullets hit Blonsky's body, bouncing off without leaving a trace.
Blonsky, who was enjoying throwing cars, was annoyed at the interruption.
He grabbed a car and hurled it forcefully.
"Pull up! Pull up!" The sergeant shouted.
The pilot pulled the stick, and the helicopter ascended urgently, narrowly avoiding the car.
Having narrowly escaped death, the officers in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief.
The sergeant said with lingering fear, "This guy's strength is astonishing. Watch your altitude!"
The pilot nodded grimly.
Having missed his shot, Blonsky roared in anger, then used both hands to throw two cars one after another.
Unfortunately, the cars were too heavy; he could throw them at most 100 meters high, while the helicopter hovered at close to 150 meters.
Maintaining this altitude, the officers could unleash their firepower freely while Blonsky could only take the beating passively.
Although the power of the bullets didn't even count as tickling to him, they were extremely annoying, like a thousand mosquitoes circling around you.
Burning with rage, Blonsky leaped dozens of meters into the air, smashing into a building like a cannonball, then rapidly climbing up like a gecko.
"Watch out!" The sergeant warned.
The pilot continued to ascend and adjusted position to facilitate the officers' shooting.
Under the interference of bullets, Blonsky still successfully climbed to the roof.
He casually pried off a large chunk of concrete and threw it forcefully at the helicopter.
The pilot was prepared and moved the stick to dodge.
ROAR!!!
With his attacks dodged one after another, Blonsky roared furiously.
"Great, he's angry. Keep attacking, lure him over."
The sergeant smiled, thinking this monster wasn't much after all.
The helicopter attacked while flying toward the Hudson River on the opposite bank, the pilot deliberately reducing flight speed.
Such deliberate behavior would be guessed as a trap even by a child, let alone an adult like Blonsky.
However, the sergeant and his team preconceived that this monster had no intelligence, which led them to make a fatal mistake.
Blonsky sneered inwardly but outwardly sprinted furiously, jumping from one rooftop to another, perfectly mimicking the look of an impotent, raging beast.
"He took the bait!"
The sergeant said smugly.
As long as they lured him to the Hudson Valley, their mission would be complete.
Regardless of the final outcome, they couldn't miss out on the credit for minimizing casualties and damage.
"His jump distance is limited. Vertical distance is about one hundred meters, horizontal distance about five hundred meters. maintain distance, but don't fly too far away. Give him a little hope."
"Understood, Sir!"
The helicopter continued to fly unhurriedly toward the Hudson Valley.
Blonsky also acted as they predicted, falling short by dozens of meters with each jump, unable to touch the aircraft but unwilling to give up.
After playing the monkey for a few jumps, Blonsky decided to end the game.
He sprinted to the edge of the roof and jumped forcefully at the helicopter again.
Boom!
The immense force collapsed the building's roof, revealing a hole over two meters in diameter.
This sound was much more intense than before. The sergeant's heart tightened, his face instantly turning pale.
"Not good! He was holding back. Pull up, pull up fast!"
The sergeant finally understood that the monster before them not only had intelligence but was also very clever.
Unfortunately, the price of realizing the truth was the lives of the six officers in the helicopter.
Boom!
Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the helicopter was smashed to pieces.
A giant fireball appeared in the sky, and countless debris rained down with a rustling sound.
Blonsky was blasted away by the shockwave, falling from the sky and smashing into a six-story building, penetrating directly from the top floor to the ground floor.
This was a large shopping mall. It was peak hours in the evening, and there were customers on all six floors.
"Ahhh!!!"
The crowd, which had been evacuating in an orderly manner, instantly panicked like ants on a hot pan.
Screaming and shrieking, they ran outside regardless of anything else.
Blonsky climbed out of the crater, rubbing his aching body.
Falling from hundreds of meters in the air had finally caused damage to his body; every muscle and bone ached.
Blonsky didn't chase down these customers but stood quietly in place, feeling the changes in his body.
Although not very obvious, he could still feel his injured body recovering.
Blonsky moved his arms, grinning wildly with excitement.
Speed, strength, endurance, intelligence, recovery...
This body was simply perfect!
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