A squad of heavily armed soldiers stormed into an apartment under General Ross's command.
In one of the rooms, cluttered and resembling a makeshift laboratory, Ross's eyes first landed on Bruce Banner, who was gripping a metal workbench with a weary, pale expression. Then, he heard the distressed voice of his daughter, Betty.
"Father?"
Ross's gaze shifted to Betty, who was supporting Banner. His expression remained cold and unreadable as he spoke in a deep, commanding tone.
"Bruce, you've made the wrong choice. You've destroyed what was given to you. Take them with you and retreat. Everything else here—Blonsky, I want it all destroyed."
"Yes, General!"
Blonsky, the squad captain, snapped to attention. His eyes gleamed as he gestured to the soldiers, who surrounded Ross and escorted him out of the apartment. The heavy thrum of helicopter blades soon filled the air as Ross departed.
Blonsky lingered, surveying the scene. His attention turned to a man nervously fidgeting nearby—Mr. Blue, the scientist who had helped Banner suppress the Hulk's influence.
Approaching the table where blood samples were stored, Blonsky reached out and rapped his knuckles on the surface, cutting off Mr. Blue's feeble attempts at protest. He removed his communication headset, silencing any outside interference, then stepped closer to the uneasy scientist.
"Do you know," Blonsky began, his tone low but charged with intensity, "since I was seven years old, my father drilled into me the belief that I am the best in the world—the strongest, with the finest bloodline. He made me believe I had to be the best at everything I did.
"When I joined the army, I threw myself into it with madness and determination, becoming one of the strongest soldiers we had. But it wasn't enough. I was born strong, but I wanted to be the strongest. And then I learned the truth: there are beings in this world far beyond human strength—those with powers, mutants with abilities, even that playboy who built a suit of armor that transcends our time."
Blonsky's voice grew sharper. "But me? I'm just a so-called commando captain. No matter how hard I push myself, I can't break free of the limitations of human blood. That truth disappointed me—no, it infuriated me. But when Bruce Banner transformed from an ordinary man into a monster capable of wielding heavy weapons and shrugging off bullets, I saw something else: hope. A way to shatter those limitations."
His piercing eyes fixed on Mr. Blue. "So, do you understand what I'm saying?"
Mr. Blue hesitated, his face contorted with unease, but eventually nodded. "There's a blood sample of Bruce Banner here. But you need to understand—his green cells are highly destructive, unstable, and fragile. I can't predict what will happen if you inject his blood into yourself."
Blonsky's expression didn't waver. Calmly, he leaned over the metal workbench, drew a pistol from his thigh holster, and aimed it squarely at Mr. Blue. The scientist froze, his fear evident.
Reluctantly, Mr. Blue retrieved the vial of Banner's blood and prepared a syringe. With trembling hands, he injected the sample into Blonsky's arm, his face etched with dread for what might follow.
As soon as the injection was complete, a violent transformation began.
Blonsky's eyes flickered with green and yellow light, his body convulsing as he clutched his forehead. Thick veins bulged grotesquely along his arms and thighs, giving the horrifying appearance of varicose veins ready to burst.
His skin started to writhe unnaturally, surging and stretching. In the next moment, under Mr. Blue's incredulous gaze, Blonsky's skin began to swell and crack. Within seconds, his height shot up from about 1.8 meters to well over two meters, and his body expanded outward in massive proportions. His combat uniform strained against the eruption of his muscles, barely containing his growing form.
When the transformation was complete, Blonsky stood as a towering, monstrous figure, his grotesque form radiating raw power. He looked down at his hands, brimming with destructive energy, and felt the unstoppable force coursing through his body.
"This... this is the power I wanted. This is the power I deserve," he said, his voice a guttural growl of intoxication.
Blonsky grinned wickedly. "Blonsky is no more. From now on, I am Abomination, the strongest there is!"
His mind was consumed with a singular desire—to destroy the Hulk and prove his supremacy.
Boom!
Without another word, Abomination sprang into action. His massive legs propelled him forward with explosive force, smashing through walls like a living cannonball. He tore through the neighborhood, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Buildings trembled, and debris scattered as the monster rampaged.
Abomination reveled in the carnage, crushing anything in his path. His hatred boiled over, fueling his need to tear apart everything—and everyone—between him and the Hulk. He laughed maniacally, his voice echoing through the streets.
"Hahahaha! Hulk, come out and face me! I will tear you to pieces with my own hands!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The monstrous figure rampaged through the streets, his immense size and strength reducing vehicles to twisted metal with a single blow. He hurled a car hundreds of meters into the air, the impact triggering fiery explosions that lit up the night sky.
The chaos was immediate. Civilians fled in terror, screaming as they ran from the relentless destruction. Abomination's merciless rampage turned the once-busy neighborhood into a war zone. To him, human lives were fragile, insignificant. They were ants to be crushed beneath his feet.
The panic spread like wildfire, and police forces scrambled to respond. Units from the New York Police Department deployed rapidly, but their weapons, though formidable, were no match for the monster.
Abomination barreled forward like an unstoppable tank, plowing through barricades and police cars. Bullets ricocheted harmlessly off his thick, impenetrable skin, sparking against his hide but failing to slow him down.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With every thunderous step, Abomination advanced, leaving behind devastation and despair. The monster's rage knew no bounds, and the night was destined to end in chaos and destruction.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst his frenzied laughter, Abomination unleashed carnage like a tiger tearing through a defenseless flock of sheep. Fire and smoke filled the sky, painting a scene of utter devastation. The ground was littered with the remains of destroyed vehicles and the lifeless bodies of policemen, brutally torn apart by his relentless rage.
Watching it all unfold was Natasha.
She stood poised on the top floor of a nearby building, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight behind her. Dressed in a sleek black trench coat, her slightly curled burgundy hair danced in the wind along with the hem of her coat. Her piercing gaze fixed on the chaos below, unshaken by the destruction.