"Big dog?"
"I also had others search the country, especially the armory and other places. As expected, outsiders have infiltrated the country. Google search and read."
Ron slowly gave the order, his eyes deep as he gazed at the figure on the ground.
Nearly three meters tall, like a small giant, with bone spurs breaking through the skin on his spine, a protruding sternum and bulging muscles, green skin that could easily resist gunfire, and an ugly, fierce bald head—the Abomination!
"Baldness is a symbol of strength, but undoubtedly, this guy is an embarrassment to baldness."
This big green guy isn't as strong as the one with hair.
"Come on, didn't you say you had weapons with technology beyond Earth?
Is this all the power you have?"
The Abomination waved his hand, picking up a charging rhino clad in Vibranium armor and throwing it, causing it to smash through a building.
The multi-ton giant rhinos, living near Vibranium mines and growing up exposed to radiation, were as powerless as kittens in his hands.
Bang! Bang!
People from the border tribe, armed with supersonic energy cannons, fired at him. It only made him stumble and caused a patch of bruises on his body.
He counter-threw a section of a ruined wall, which whistled through the air, crushing several border tribesmen into a pulp.
"This is Wakanda?!"
He grinned, pounding his chest, making a booming sound, and let out a defiant roar that shattered the surrounding glass.
Wakanda residents fled in terror, crying out for help.
"Monster! Help!"
Ron's figure flickered, disappearing from his original spot.
Bang!
Suddenly, a deafening, muffled sound rang out, the Earth trembled, and rocks flew.
The Abomination, who had been rampantly challenging just a second ago, was irresistibly blasted into the ground the next second.
In the huge deep pit, he shook his head, which felt like it had been hit by a tank falling from the sky. Green blood flowed from his cracked mouth, and he groggily looked up.
Right where he had been standing, dozens of centimeters above the ground, a slender figure stood in the void, arms crossed, blocking the Sun. That figure seemed infinitely tall, casting a large shadow that enveloped the Abomination!
"Who are you?"
His face was obscured by the sunlight. The Abomination spat out two broken teeth and said with a savage excitement, "You've got some skill to actually knock me down?
I thought no one on Earth, besides that bookworm, could contend with me!"
"I used a bit too much strength."
Seeing that the Abomination's teeth were knocked out, Ron looked at his own fist, as if the fierce and monstrous creature in front of him was just a teacup dog waiting to be disciplined.
"As a dog, it's best to keep your teeth."
The Abomination, real name Bronski, was once one of the best soldiers in the British Royal Marines. He was recruited by General Ross to deal with the Hulk and successively received injections of a variant Super Soldier Serum and Hulk blood, transforming him into a monster.
"You dare call me a dog?!"
Unlike Banner, who loses his mind and transforms into the Hulk when angry, the Abomination retains his twisted sanity. He suddenly stood up, leaped with raging fury, and swung his fist at Ron. The massive fist carried terrifying power, almost compressing the air into a solid.
Bang!
This blow was enough to send an armored vehicle flying dozens of meters. Ron gently extended his palm.
The massive green fist collided with an unmovable Vibranium wall.
The explosive air current blew away the surrounding gravel, and the sandbag-sized fist stopped abruptly, unable to advance another inch.
"Incompetent rage."
Unlike the Hulk, who grows stronger the angrier he gets within a certain limit, the Abomination does not have the trait of becoming stronger with anger.
Ron's five fingers slowly closed, like a hydraulic press with ten thousand tons of force. The cracking sound of bones breaking rang out, and two finger bones, harder than steel, were crushed.
"My hand!"
With his fingers connected to his heart, the Abomination screamed in agony, his distorted face becoming even more ferocious. He swung his other hand in a furious strike at Ron, but it was too slow.
"Let's go somewhere else. You're breaking my property."
Grabbing the Abomination, he flung him back. The Abomination, who was about to punch, lost his balance, was swung off the ground, and flew into the sky.
"A dog's duty should be to guard property."
With the wind whistling in his ears, the massive green figure rapidly streaked across the city sky. In a few seconds, the Abomination was flung over a thousand meters away.
Ron caught up in an instant, delivering another punch. The Abomination flew at an even faster speed, taking punch after punch.
The Abomination flailed wildly in the air, attacking, but Ron easily dodged him, landing continuous punches.
...
"General, the situation is a bit grim."
A few miles from the Wakanda border, inside an armored vehicle camouflaged to blend with its surroundings, a corporal looked at the screen and said.
A middle-aged general with a beard, wearing a military cap, and possessing a tough demeanor, frowned and asked in a deep voice, "The infiltration was discovered?"
Their plan this time was very important and could not fail.
"No, the infiltration is proceeding smoothly. They are heading towards a nearby Wakanda police station."
"But they reported seeing the Abomination being punched through the sky…"
"Punched through the sky?"
General Ross was a bit confused. "What do you mean? Was he captured by a Wakanda fighter jet?"
"No, they reported seeing a flying figure, and the Abomination was like a baseball being continuously hit by that person in the sky."
"A flying figure?" He fell into confusion. He knew it wasn't the Hulk; his soldiers couldn't possibly not recognize the Hulk.
"General, I heard Stark came to Wakanda," someone below said.
"It couldn't be him."
General Ross scoffed, dismissing the idea. It wasn't that he looked down on Stark, but his thin layer of armor would be torn to shreds by the Abomination in a few blows.
Wakanda, he heard, mainly used energy weapons, but they used to be cold weapons. Could it be that under the change in mindset brought about by the new King Ron, they managed to churn out high-tech robots in just a few days?
...
Punch after punch, after seven or eight blows, the Abomination, bruised and swollen, was sent flying over ten miles through the air, crashing heavily like a meteorite into the Wakanda border wilderness, carving a deep trench and kicking up a large amount of grass and dirt.
At the bottom of the deep pit, he groaned in pain, his head ringing, his vision darkening, almost to the point of unconsciousness.
"Let me see who sent you."
Ron hovered in mid-air, sifting through the Abomination's memories.
The Abomination's presence here was very unusual. Before he was injected with the Super Soldier Serum, he was a warlike soldier who refused promotion to stay on the battlefield and carry out missions.
The Super Soldier Serum could amplify a person's thoughts, making the bad worse and the good better. A person who was warlike and craved excitement and power would also pursue these things in a more pathological way.
He was different from the Hulk; he didn't view his strength as a disease that needed to be cured. Why would he come to Wakanda?
"General Ross…"
His eyes flickered, confirming his suspicion.
The Abomination's appearance here was orchestrated by someone who instructed and lured him to cause destruction and attract attention within Wakanda, creating a diversion.
The moment Ron saw the Abomination, he keenly sensed that his actions were deliberately provocative, as if he wanted to attract attention. He immediately ordered Najia to search the country, and now his guess was indeed correct.
"I'm going to tear you apart!"
After a few seconds, the Abomination, whose recovery ability was not as good as the Hulk's but still far surpassed ordinary people's, shook his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, ripped the Earth, and leaped out of the pit ferociously, swinging his fist with a furious gust of wind.
"Lie still. Now I need to go catch some little mice!"
Ron threw a punch with astonishing speed, unleashing terrifying power and a surging blast of air.
His hard, protruding, bone-like sternum was shattered, and the Abomination flew backward at an even faster speed, crashing onto the ground, creating a crater over ten meters in diameter, spewing green blood as if it were worthless.
"Why, why, even after I became like this, is there still someone who can withstand my power and defeat me?!"
Severely injured and weak, he lay at the bottom of the pit, clutching his chest, speaking as if lamenting some injustice.
He, who pursued immense power, could not accept his defeat, especially being defeated so easily!
"This is unfair."
"I thought you wouldn't care about your appearance, but it seems you do a little."
Ron scanned him.
Neither human nor ghost, and most importantly, it was unclear if it was because he didn't have the Hulk's magical shorts, but a certain part of him seemed to have evolved away entirely.
"I need more power!"
The disoriented Abomination roared in anger, swaying precariously, actually trying to stand up from the ground.
"You will get your wish when you wake up."
Ron coldly fired a thick energy beam from his palm, striking his head and directly knocking him unconscious. The Abomination's massive body fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"But only as a dog."
"Sedate him and take him back."
After giving the order, he flew towards Wakanda.
After he left, the border tribe rushed over, injected the Abomination with enough anesthetic to sedate a hundred elephants, and loaded him onto a fighter jet.
"Have you found the infiltrators?"
As soon as he flew back into the country, Ron asked, searching Wakanda with his x-ray vision, and a voice sounded in his earpiece.
The Abomination was responsible for attracting attention; General Ross hadn't told him the other specific plans.
"Not yet, the armory and research department have been checked.
Your Majesty, there's another problem on the other side of the border."
"Dozens of robots flew over and attacked us. The leader controlling them was wearing a mecha suit and wielding two whips crackling with electricity, yelling for Stark to come out. It seemed like they were looking for Mr. Stark, and some of our ground troops were killed or injured."
Najia reported with a stiff upper lip, "We've dispatched several fighter jets to provide support."
Ability points: 480,000.
"Whiplash? It's really lively today."
Wakanda was attacked consecutively, Ron chuckled, not angry at all.
This was exactly what he wanted.
After Wakanda opened up, the fates of many heroes and villains were diverted and changed, but…
"Is my country's ground defense too weak?"
"Your Majesty, our warriors are accustomed to using cold weapons and are not yet familiar with firearms," she replied with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
Three or four days of training was truly too short.
"After today, my country will need a batch of more capable robots to serve as defense."
Ron demanded that Wakanda be opened as quickly as possible to gain ability points. As for Wakanda's safety, it was not within his consideration, but he also couldn't tolerate people causing trouble and harming others at the Wakanda border every other day.
For example, mass-produced Iron Man robots powered by Arc Reactors.
"Your Majesty, Miss Potts heard about the border incident and came over to apologize repeatedly, saying she was very sorry for bringing trouble to Wakanda. Mr. Stark will go and do his best to resolve the person causing destruction at our country's border."
There was some static on the other end, and Najia quickly relayed what Pepper Potts said.
Moreover, Pepper Potts promised that Stark Industries would compensate double for all losses caused by that person. She had seen hope for curing Stark in Wakanda, and then this happened. She was extremely anxious, fearing that Wakanda would expel her and Stark for bringing such great trouble.
...
"Happy, give me my briefcase."
Stark frowned and said to his friend, driver, and bodyguard, Happy Hogan, "The Russian 'Shawshank' has somehow regained his freedom and is looking for me."
As the owner of Stark Industries, he naturally didn't need the kind of briefcase an office worker would use.
The "briefcase" he referred to was actually his portable Mark 5 armor, which he created for emergencies and could fold into a suitcase.
"Tony, I heard there are dozens of robots there. Maybe you should just forget about it."
Happy used to be a boxer, but he had already gained weight and was slightly chubby. The main reason he was Stark's bodyguard was that he was Stark's friend. He usually didn't talk to his boss like an employee would, and he said with a worried tone, "The last time at the racetrack, you barely won wearing that suit."
Click, click.
"That won't do."
Taking his "briefcase," Stark's expression was serious. He stepped on it, and the suitcase activated and transformed. He slipped his arms into it, gripped the handles, and put it on. Then the entire suitcase transformed, becoming a silver and red armor covering his body.
"Happy, someone is jumping around and provoking me."
He flew out the open window, breaking the sound barrier, and rapidly flew towards the Wakanda border: "Tony Stark never misses such an invitation."
Stark was inherently arrogant. From childhood, he had always been the best, so arrogant that he even thought of single-handedly ensuring global security. How could he allow himself to hide and let innocent others get hurt because of him?
Wakanda border.
"Get out here, Stark!"
Whiplash Anton Vanko, who was steadily gaining the upper hand against several fighter jets with dozens of Iron Soldiers, skillfully dodged the attack of one of the fighter jets while wearing his armor, and shouted through the armor's loudspeaker.
"Stark, I thought you'd keep hiding inside and not come out!"
Hearing the sound, he looked at the silver and red armor flying in the distance. A cold smile appeared on his face beneath the mask: "Looks like I'll still have time for lunch after I'm done with you."
"Lunch? Are you referring to lunch in a prison cell?"
Energy flames shot from his palms. Stark stabilized his armor in the air, retorted sarcastically, and attacked with his golden palm repulsor blast.