Leo was enjoying his afternoon stroll through the car dealership, flanked by two stunning women and basking in the envious, jealous, and hateful stares from everyone around him.
Then, suddenly—BOOM!
Thunder roared, explosions echoed, and the ground began to tremble. The sky outside lit up with flashes of fire and smoke.
"Perfect timing," Leo muttered. He had just been testing the shock absorption of a brand-new BMW X6.
Before he could even step out, a rocket exploded right in front of the building.
CRASH!
Every single window shattered at once. The showroom turned into a warzone of flying glass and terrified screams.
"Mama, help me!"
"Oh my God! Run!"
"It's gotta be another robbery!"
"Someone save me! My leg!"
The whole place devolved into chaos. People tripped, shoved, and screamed, scrambling to escape through the back exit.
At that moment, all pretenses of civilization vanished. The rule was simple—run faster than the guy next to you, and maybe you'll live.
Leo stepped out of the car, looking deeply unimpressed.
"Damn it, America really is the land of freedom," he muttered. "Can't even go one day without explosions."
His good mood was officially ruined.
But he had to admit—it was exciting.
After all, this was the moment when the Marvel Cinematic Universe truly kicked into gear.
The curtain had been lifted by Tony Stark himself, and now, one by one, the heavy hitters were entering the stage.
The Era of Great Strife begins, Leo thought with a grin.
Amidst the chaos, Natasha's entire demeanor shifted. The playful seductress was gone—replaced by the cold, professional agent.
In a flash, she pulled out her sidearm and fired three warning shots into the ceiling.
"Everyone calm down!" she barked. "This is Agent Romanoff of S.H.I.E.L.D.! There's a firefight outside—move to the fire exits in an orderly manner!"
Her voice cut through the panic like a blade.
Within seconds, the crowd regained composure and began filing out under her command.
Leo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Damn, you really are good at this."
No wonder she was the Black Widow. It was such a shame how her story ended in the movies—gone for good while everyone else got a second chance. She deserved better.
BOOM! BOOM!
Another barrage of rockets shook the ground, blowing apart nearby buildings.
Leo's Lamborghini, still gleaming from its last polish, vanished in the ensuing explosion.
He froze. His jaw tightened.
"…They blew up my car."
That was it.
Leo's expression turned dark. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Lali," he growled, turning to No. 18. "Let's go. Whoever's behind this—let's send them to hell."
No. 18's eyes lit up. "Finally! My turn!"
The two stormed out through the broken doors.
Outside, chaos reigned. Helicopters thundered overhead, tanks rolled through the streets, and armored vehicles surrounded the area.
It looked less like an emergency response and more like a military invasion.
Leo narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell is worth all this firepower?"
Then he saw it.
In the middle of the destruction stood a massive green behemoth—muscles bulging, roaring in fury, clad only in a pair of torn purple shorts.
Hulk.
And across from him, an equally terrifying monstrosity with bone-like spikes protruding from his skin—Abomination.
Leo blinked. "Wait, what the hell? Why is Hulk here? Shouldn't he be hiding out at Tony's place working on the next armor project?"
None of it made sense—but who cared? It was free entertainment.
He folded his arms, watching with amusement. "Well, I'm not missing this."
The battlefield was chaos incarnate. Buildings crumbled like cardboard. Cars flew through the air. The ground itself cracked from the shockwaves of every punch.
It was beautiful.
Leo couldn't help himself. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled:
"Let's go, Hulk! Smash that ugly bastard!"
Then he turned to the other side. "Hey, Abomination! You dumbass, grab a car and use it like a boxing glove! Don't just stand there!"
Everyone nearby stared at him like he was insane.
A guy was literally cheering mid-apocalypse—with two gorgeous women behind him—and looked like he was having fun.
Somewhere, a bystander muttered, "This lunatic even has a girlfriend? The world is unfair."
Leo grinned wider.
On the battlefield, Hulk froze mid-swing, momentarily confused.
He didn't recognize Leo. Last time they'd met, Leo had been wearing his Steel Man armor.
But even Hulk understood tone. Someone was cheering for him.
With a thunderous roar, Hulk grabbed a nearby truck. The metal crumpled like tinfoil in his massive hands.
He tore it in half.
With one half in each hand, Hulk roared and charged.
He slammed both pieces into Abomination's skull with enough force to make the Earth quake.
BOOM!
Leo laughed. "Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"
The entire street became an explosion montage—fire, debris, cars detonating in perfect cinematic rhythm.
The sound alone was enough to make your eardrums cry for mercy.
Flames erupted into the sky as building after building collapsed.
"This," Leo said proudly, "is peak Marvel."
Hulk was relentless, his fists a blur of green fury. Each hit landed like thunder, sending Abomination staggering backward, coughing up vile yellow blood.
No fancy technique. No plan. Just pure, unfiltered rage.
As Leo watched, he couldn't help but laugh. "Old Xing was right—there's no move better than no move!"
But then Abomination roared back to life.
Bloodied, furious, he looked around and realized something Hulk hadn't.
Weapons. Everywhere.
Unlike Hulk, Abomination wasn't a child trapped in a monster's body. He was a soldier—a killer with strategy.
And he was about to prove it.