Night. Midtown West, Manhattan, New York.
A lieutenant on duty leaned against a Humvee, a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring boredly at the dark night sky.
Suddenly, he noticed that a large portion of the once-full moon had vanished for no apparent reason.
"Huh? What's going on—"
Before he could even process what he was seeing, the lieutenant froze in horror as a massive black shadow plummeted from the sky!
"Enemy attack—!"
BOOM!!!
The moment the shadow struck the ground, the earth within a 100-meter radius rippled like waves. The asphalt cracked inch by inch, and a devastating shockwave radiated outward in a perfect circle, instantly hurling five Humvees and two armored vehicles into the air.
Nearby soldiers were tossed like rag dolls, crashing heavily to the pavement.
As the dust and smoke began to settle, the survivors struggled to their feet. Their eyes turned toward the newly formed crater—and there, rising slowly from its depths, stood a hulking, green figure.
BANG!
A helicopter overhead switched on its searchlight, illuminating the creature in stark relief.
It was a monster over four meters tall. Its blue-gray hide bristled with jagged bone spurs, and its muscles bulged like granite. On its grotesque face, a pair of vertical yellow eyes glowed as they scanned the surroundings.
"It's the Hulk—! Open fire! Open fire!"
BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
The moment a sergeant spotted the beast, he roared orders, raised his rifle, and unleashed a hail of bullets.
In an instant, dozens of M4A1 carbines and more than a dozen M2HB heavy machine guns erupted in unison, pouring a storm of hot lead onto the abomination.
DING-DANG-DANG!!!
The high-velocity rounds slammed into the creature's body—but aside from showers of sparks, they left not even a scratch.
ROAR!!!
The Abomination let out a deafening bellow and charged into the ranks of soldiers, moving so fast it left afterimages in its wake.
BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
The first soldier didn't even have time to scream before he exploded into a bloody mist, his silhouette flashing for a split second before vanishing.
With a single sweep of its bone-spurred arm, the Abomination cleaved more than a dozen men in half. Their entrails and blood splattered across the shattered street.
The lieutenant—the first to spot the anomaly—snatched up his radio and barked into it:
"Command, this is Alpha 1-6! Under attack by the Hulk! Coordinates: 42S UB 123456! Requesting emergency close air support—danger close! Our 12-man unit is—"
BANG!
Before he could finish, a colossal hand punched through the Humvee's bulletproof roof, seized his head, and crushed it effortlessly—like a grape.
Tick… tock…
A red-and-white slurry oozed between the Abomination's fingers. With casual indifference, it hurled the headless corpse at a speeding armored vehicle.
BANG!
The body slammed into the windshield, exploding in a gory spray that blinded the driver. Before the vehicle could swerve, the Abomination had already leapt onto its roof.
CRACKLE!
It plunged its hands into the armor plating and ripped the roof clean off—like opening a tin can—then crushed the soldiers inside into pulp before they could even raise their weapons.
SWISH!
In the distance, a JLTV tactical vehicle screeched around a corner, its tires howling against the pavement as it fled into the night.
The signalman inside the car was pale, his fingers trembling as he operated the terminal and said:
"Command! This is Charlie-7! We've been attacked by an unknown creature—suspected to be the fugitive Hulk! Transmitting real-time video—"
The footage streamed directly to General Ross's helicopter.
On screen, the Abomination hoisted a wrecked military Humvee above his head and hurled it a hundred meters away like a shot put.
"Bang bang—!"
The explosion's flames illuminated his grotesque face, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.
General Ross turned to Bruce Banner, who stood beside him cradling his infant daughter, and said gravely:
"That's not the Hulk, soldier! Protect yourself! Evacuate immediately—"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Before Ross could finish, a bloodcurdling scream erupted from the radio—and the transmission cut out abruptly.
Inside the Stallion transport helicopter, Bruce Banner stared at the final image on the tablet, his expression as dark as still water.
Though the monster shared the Hulk's exaggerated musculature and green skin, it was covered in bony exoskeletal plating and jagged spurs, its face far more twisted and hideous.
He turned to General Ross, barely masking the fury in his eyes, and asked in a cold voice:
"You restarted the experiment, didn't you?"
Ross's forehead broke out in sweat, but he replied evenly:
"This has nothing to do with the military. Ever since your accident, all related experiments were shut down!
On the contrary—that ugly monster looks more like your offspring. Didn't you create it?"
Just then, the helicopter lurched violently. The pilot shouted:
"Sir! That thing's moving fast—heading straight for Times Square!"
Outside, the creature bounded between skyscrapers with terrifying speed, closing in on the bustling streets below.
Each step left cracked imprints on the buildings, and behind him stretched a trail of blood hundreds of meters long.
Bruce Banner took a deep breath, unbuckled his seatbelt, and said to the pilot:
"Fly over it—and open the hatch."
General Ross's expression hardened instantly. He grabbed Banner's arm and snapped:
"You're not turning into the Hulk over Manhattan! Are you insane? This is the most densely populated area in all of New York—"
"That's exactly why we need the Hulk," Banner replied, his voice unnervingly calm. "Either let me go down and stop it now, or we sit here and watch that monster slaughter half of Manhattan—then you can rethink your options."
Betty Ross refused. She clutched his arm tightly and said firmly:
"No! I won't allow it! Forget whether the Hulk can even beat that thing down there—you were just injected with the inhibitor. You don't even know if you can transform! If you jump from this height, you'll die! I'm not letting you take that risk!"
She looked at him with unwavering resolve—the kind that said, Your logic is sound, but you're completely out of touch with reality.
"Don't worry," Banner said softly. "I'm sure."
Silence fell over the cabin, broken only by the roar of the engines and the distant rumble of explosions.
Slowly, Betty loosened her grip—but her face was etched with anguish.
She didn't want to endanger her boyfriend… yet she couldn't bear the thought of Manhattan's citizens dying.
At that moment, General Ross glanced at his infant daughter—just as she reached out to kiss Bruce—and his face went pale. He turned sharply to the pilot.
"Do as he says!"
The cabin door groaned open, and frigid high-altitude wind rushed in.
Bruce Banner stepped to the edge of the hatch, the glittering lights of Manhattan spread out below him—and beyond them, the monstrous figure wreaking havoc through the streets.