Unlike General Ross, the soldiers were anything but calm. At first, they had assumed their mission was to capture an ordinary spy—but then a terrifying green monster appeared. Their bullets barely made him flinch. The creature's fury shattered what little courage they had left. Only when the sonic cannon managed to halt his advance did the soldiers regain a faint glimmer of hope.
The monster wasn't invincible, they told themselves. As long as he could be stopped, there was still a chance.
But that fragile hope was brutally short-lived.
Just as everyone began to relax, believing the monster would soon collapse, he suddenly stood up again. Grabbing the broken remains of an armored vehicle that had been shielding him from gunfire, the Hulk hurled it toward one of the vehicles carrying a sonic cannon.
No one could have imagined the power behind that throw. The mangled hunk of steel sliced through the armored transport like a hot knife through butter, erupting into a deafening explosion that sent debris flying.
And that wasn't the end. With the sonic cannons disabled, the green giant broke free completely. He leapt high into the air, then crashed down like a meteor onto another armored vehicle, reducing it to twisted metal.
The tide of battle shifted in an instant.
"Where's the gunship?!" General Ross roared into his radio. "It should've entered the battlefield by now!"
According to his original plan, the sonic cannons would restrain the Hulk—trap him long enough for the gunship to finish the job. But reality had other plans. Everything unraveled: timing, positioning, coordination—all thrown into chaos.
Blonsky, the closest man to the Hulk, reacted first.
He sprinted forward, submachine gun blazing, pouring the last of his ammunition into the raging monster.
At last, he got the Hulk's attention—but his weapon soon clicked empty.
"What the hell is he doing?" General Ross muttered, watching Blonsky toss his gun aside and continue walking toward the Hulk.
"Blonsky! Fall back!" Ross barked through the radio.
But Blonsky ignored him. He even tore the earpiece off, stepping closer until he stood before the Hulk, looking up defiantly.
"So this is it? This is all you've got?" Blonsky sneered, disappointment flickering across his battered face.
The Hulk answered with a deafening roar—and a massive green foot.
Boom!
The kick sent Blonsky flying like a ragdoll, crashing into a thick tree trunk several meters away.
Harry, who already knew what was coming, froze for a moment. He quickly donned his mask, activated his detection system, and looked toward Blonsky—then grimaced and turned away.
The soldiers were no different. If an ordinary man had taken that hit, he would be long dead. Yet Harry's sensors showed that Blonsky was somehow still alive—though his limbs were twisted at impossible angles.
"Do you want me to step in?" Harry finally asked, unable to stand it any longer.
"Not yet," General Ross refused. Though he had indeed invited Harry to help capture the Hulk, Ross didn't want to admit his soldiers were powerless. And besides—
The Hulk hadn't reached him yet. There was still time.
"It's our helicopter, General!" a soldier called out from the command vehicle.
"Good," Ross exhaled, a smile tugging at his lips.
But in the next instant—
BOOM!
Another chunk of wreckage came hurtling through the air, striking the helicopter dead-on. The explosion bloomed into a fiery cloud in the distance.
Ross's smile froze.
"General… our helicopter—"
"I saw it!" Ross snarled, his teeth grinding together. The soldier shrank back, ducking into the command vehicle.
"ROAR!" The Hulk, apparently bored of smashing armored transports, bellowed and charged toward his next target.
"My turn," Harry said with a smirk. He stepped onto his flying board, lifting off the ground as his mask sealed into place.
"Hey, big guy—try this!" he muttered.
Two hidden compartments opened beneath the glider, dropping twin micro-missiles that screamed through the air toward the Hulk.
BOOM!
The explosion hit the charging giant head-on. The Hulk was blown off his feet, flipping backward before crashing face-first into the grass.
For a moment, he seemed dazed. Slowly, the green giant lifted his head, spat out a mouthful of turf, and shook himself back to awareness.
"Let's wake you up properly," Harry said, leaping from his board. He twisted midair, drew the blade from his back, and landed lightly on the Hulk's shoulders.
He activated the energy switch, and a thin green mist shimmered along the blade's edge. Gripping the hilt with both hands, Harry gathered his strength.
"Ah!" he shouted, driving the blade down with full force.
"ROAR!" The Hulk howled in pain, a sound so raw and primal it made the ground tremble.
The monster thrashed violently, clutching at the wound on his back.
"Whoa!" Harry clung tightly to avoid being thrown off, eyes wide. "That got your attention!"
Then his visor displayed the Hulk's readout:
Name: Bruce Banner
Age: 35
Condition: Physically healthy (mentally oppressed)
Abilities:
Body Strengthening (80)
Power of Unlimited Wrath (100)
Item: Unbreakable Pants (5)
The Hulk's body enhancement had reached an astonishing level. His skin could shrug off submachine-gun fire, and even helicopter-grade rounds barely drew blood. His regeneration wasn't quite as fast as Wolverine's, but not far behind. His speed and leaping ability were monstrous.
Harry had expected the "Body Strengthening" stat to hit the full hundred, but it seemed the "Power of Unlimited Wrath"—the source of his boundless might—was already maxed out.
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