New York, Harlem.
Once the cultural hub of jazz and soul food, now it looked more like an unlucky wrestling ring for two raging monsters.
Everyone wanted to ask: What the hell happened today?
A moment ago, people were just sitting at home, eating hotpot and singing karaoke. Then out of nowhere, two freaks showed up and smashed that peaceful life to pieces.
Now some had no homes left, maybe not even wives.
Worst of all—those two bastards didn't have to pay a dime for the damage. And who knew if the insurance company would even cover it?
"Rooaaar!!!"
The Hulk let out a deafening roar. He grabbed a yellow taxi and hurled it like a baseball straight at his snarling opponent—Abomination.
Abomination: Emil Blonsky, a war machine twisted by super-soldier serum.
A classic British soldier, he was eaten alive by jealousy of Bruce Banner's life.
Why him?!
Why did Banner get Hulk's power, while he had to slog around with nothing but guns?
And worst of all—he had to take orders from some self-important old man.
So Blonsky fused Banner's blood with the serum, hoping to become another Hulk. Instead, he turned into a small-scale Godzilla.
His fury was overflowing, nearly becoming tangible flames. In that moment, he felt like he was about to explode.
Seeing Hulk's attack, he grinned viciously.
He didn't dodge. He raised his own massive fist and smashed the flying cab into a heap of scrap metal.
"Too weak, Bruce!" Abomination's rasping voice tore through the air.
"Is that all you've got?!"
Each collision between them shook the ground.
The asphalt ripped apart. Fire hydrants were torn from the ground, sending geysers of water shooting skyward amid the chaos.
Buildings crumbled like toy blocks. Reinforced concrete was as fragile as cookies before them.
No wonder America's "developed"—they rebuild their cities every three days. Hard not to notice.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Above, U.S. military attack helicopters circled uselessly.
Cannons spat fire, spraying both monsters with bullets. But all they did was spark against their skin—barely even scratching an itch.
"Goddammit! Increase firepower! Pin him to the ground!"
In one chopper, General Ross was roaring into his comms, his weathered face red with rage.
He watched the apocalyptic scene below, teeth grinding.
He had always wanted to capture the Hulk, to claim that uncontrollable power for himself.
But dreams were beautiful, reality was cruel.
Not only had he failed to catch Hulk—now his soldier had gone rogue, shooting up serum, and turned into a so-called "controlled version" of Hulk that had completely lost control.
Those two giants were smashing his life's work and his military career to rubble, piece by piece.
Ross didn't need to think hard. He knew damn well tomorrow, the desk-jockey idiots at the Pentagon would dump all the blame squarely on him.
"Patch me through to ground units! All teams, prepare sonic cannons! I want those monsters to know what a headache really feels like!" Ross bellowed.
His fury was so real it almost had weight. If his rage could transfer to Hulk, maybe Hulk would instantly go Super Saiyan and fire off a Kamehameha.
Hey—anger makes you stronger, right? Who's to say it couldn't happen?
Meanwhile, a few blocks away, several black Chevy Suburbans had formed a temporary command post.
S.H.I.E.L.D. agents worked steadily, their high-tech gear monitoring every corner of the battlefield.
Coulson, in his usual crisp suit and warm smile, raised binoculars at the real-life Godzilla vs. King Kong showdown, while casually snarking.
"Director, I'm on site," he reported over comms to Nick Fury.
"I have to say, Harlem's urban renewal project this year is a bit… ambitious. The two demolition contractors seem especially motivated. Efficiency is off the charts. Personally, I recommend we consider hiring them as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official demolition consultants."
Yes—by now they'd officially renamed themselves S.H.I.E.L.D. They thought it sounded more intimidating.
"Coulson, this is not the time for jokes!" Fury's voice thundered through his earpiece.
"I don't care how you do it, just find a way to stop them—before they level the entire goddamn city!"
"Sir, with all due respect, that's an extremely difficult task," Coulson replied, lowering his binoculars with a helpless look.
"Based on our analysis, unless we find a hammer of equal size and even greater hardness, the only things we can do right now are evacuate civilians and pray they tire themselves out."
Fury felt like his heart condition was about to relapse.
Of all places, why the hell did they have to fight in the middle of New York City?!
Just then, the battle shifted!
Abomination caught Hulk with an opening, unleashing a flurry of brutal punches that slammed into Hulk's chest and face!
Hulk staggered back again and again—until Abomination seized him, heaved, and delivered a devastating over-the-shoulder slam, smashing Hulk into an apartment building like a ragdoll!
"Boom!"
The wall exploded into a gaping hole, bricks and glass spraying everywhere.
"Oh, looks like our green friend's temporarily on the back foot," Coulson narrated with deadpan calm.
"But judging from past experience, this kind of beating usually just makes him angrier."
Sure enough—before Abomination could celebrate, a roar even more savage than before tore from the rubble!
The green figure burst out of the ruins, eyes completely engulfed by rage.
Like a berserk beast, he lunged at Abomination and unleashed a storm of wild, merciless blows!
Their fight surged down the streets, barreling toward the city center, leaving smoking ruins in their wake.
"All units, move out!" Ross bellowed from his helicopter.
"Follow them," Coulson ordered calmly.
"Team One, sweep the battlefield and collect samples. Teams Two and Three, start evacuating civilians in the forward area. Remember: our top priority is civilian safety."
The war reignited on the other side of the city.
Abomination relished the violence, taunting Hulk with every chance, trying to draw out even deeper fury.
"Is this all you've got, Hulk? You're pathetic!"
"HULK!!!"
Hulk's answer was always the same—an earth-shaking roar of rage.
Ross's ground forces had already set up a perimeter, but none of them dared step in.
What a joke! For a few hundred bucks a month, who the hell would risk their life against those monsters?!
In Ross's helicopter, his daughter Betty watched the green figure below with deep worry and pain in her eyes.
Ross only grew angrier. What the hell is wrong with my daughter?!
Normal men you don't like—but you fall for someone who literally bulks up when he's emotional?!
Aren't you afraid he'll—… Forget it. Ross didn't even want to think about it.
Coulson and his agents had also reached the new battlefield.
Hiding behind cover, they were like powerless spectators, watching a fight that no longer belonged to humankind.
"Sir, is there really nothing we can do?" a young agent asked uneasily.
"Sometimes, kid," Coulson patted his shoulder, voice heavy.
"Admitting your own helplessness… is also a kind of professionalism."
On the battlefield, Hulk and Abomination's brawl had hit a fever pitch.
Neither could truly overpower the other. It had devolved into the purest slugfest—primitive, brutal, and unrelenting.
Cars became clubs. Streetlights became spears. The entire street had turned into their personal armory.
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