If the Hulk can barely be considered a humanoid, then the Abomination is a complete monster. His size is not inferior to the Hulk, and the spine on his back is covered with hideous spines. His appearance is ugly and sinister, and saliva slowly flows down from the corners of his mouth from his bloody mouth, dripping onto the ground, causing people to scream in despair.
The Abomination's creation can be described as a matter of chance. A soldier named Bronsky, possessing an extraordinary quest for strength, was so captivated by the Hulk's power that he risked his life to be injected with the Hulk serum. However, its creation can also be described as a deliberate act by the military, who hoped to replicate the miracles of Captain America and create a more powerful and controlled super soldier, rather than a failure like the Hulk.
So they used the Hulk's serum and successfully created another failure.
The consequences were catastrophic.
Two monsters with immense strength and thick skin and flesh fought bloody battles on the streets of New York. After a long fight, the two monsters were unharmed, but buildings and cars could not withstand such a force and suffered heavy damage. Countless people were caught off guard and suffered casualties.
The army dared not use heavy weapons, lest they destroy the city. Damage to buildings is minor; the massive casualties are the real problem. All these military leaders must face court martial.
Most importantly, heavy weapons were useless. Even missiles wouldn't be able to kill these two monsters. Theoretically, aside from nuclear weapons and high-yield fuel-air bombs, ordinary means wouldn't be very effective against the Hulk and the Abomination.
People in the distance climbed high buildings and watched the devastating battle through binoculars, while fearless reporters even tried to stir up trouble, urging the helicopter to fly closer so they could broadcast the scene live.
"What on earth are these two monsters? Does anyone know? I'll give him a large sum of money as a reward."
"It must be the product of some scientific research institution."
Someone said that he seemed to have seen reports about the green guy somewhere before. It was some kind of experimental monster. The army had been hunting it down, but suffered heavy losses.
People's faces suddenly changed, as if they had found an outlet to vent their emotions. They angrily denounced the military for being incompetent and wasting taxpayers' money. What's the use of such an army?
Others believe that these monsters are too powerful, and that weapons created by humans are primarily used against humans, not monsters. These monsters are at a higher level of life, making it difficult for humans to defeat them with conventional weapons.
"There are still civilians trapped over there." One person said worriedly.
The Hulk and the Abomination collided again, erupting in a deafening roar. These two monsters had no fighting skills, nor did they need them. The greater their anger, the greater their strength, so they didn't need any skills, brute force was enough to solve the problem.
After several consecutive punches, the Hulk was knocked to the ground and a big hole was smashed into the ground.
Abomination roared and shouted triumphantly: "Hulk, I am stronger than you! I am no longer the same person I used to be. This time it is your turn to die!"
Before the experiment, it once participated in the hunt for the Hulk as a soldier, but failed and almost died. This time it became a monster for revenge.
Hatred no longer cares about anything, it only wants revenge, and no one can stop it.
Donnie hid behind the overturned pickup truck, his ears bleeding and buzzing, severely injured. The shockwaves unleashed by the collision of two monsters with punches capable of hundreds of tons of force were catastrophic, shattering glass bricks like paper, let alone mortal flesh and blood.
The middle-aged man also had blood coming out of his ears and simply fainted.
Tang Ni barely opened his eyes and saw a couple lying in the cab of a Changan Xingka, their necks broken and clearly dying. He knew they were his parents, or rather, his parents from this life. He knew instantly, memories of their past as a family of three flooding back to him. Before the trip, his parents had thrown him into the back bed to guard the cargo, and Tang Ni had escaped death, only suffering serious injuries.
This scene, which was strikingly similar to his previous life, was his biggest nightmare.
He was in great pain and despair. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't tell which of his past and present lives was real and which was a dream.
He panted rapidly, his vision blurring as he let out a rueful smile. He was already dead, and in his next life, his family was shattered. The Hulk's level was simply beyond the reach of ordinary people. Not only would his parents be affected and die, but he would also die.
Whether in his past life or this life, his parents died in a car accident, and he was the only one who survived.
Tang Ni struggled, reaching out to touch the familiar car. It was his car, his Changan Xingka. He saw a scratch on the car. It was done by a naughty kid in his past life, whom Tang Ni beat up and then let go. But for some reason, this car had the same scratch. He looked at his deceased parents in this life again. Blood covered half of their faces, blurring their appearance, a glimpse of reality.
His brain was beating wildly, and countless bits and pieces of the past time they spent together pricked Donnie's nerves.
"It's the same miserable fate, losing both parents again..." Donnie's eyes were filled with tears.
The two monsters fought, and any aftermath could lead to death. Donny didn't know when he would die, maybe in the next second.
"You damned monster! I still have a dream that hasn't come true. I want to earn enough money to buy a big car. I was killed in my previous life, and when I traveled through time, I was destroyed again the moment I opened my eyes. And... my parents in this life are also..."
Donny gently touched his beloved car. It was his last spiritual sustenance, the result of his two years of struggle in his previous life, his hard work, and the most important thing for his family of three to survive in this life. But now it was in tatters and as dying as he was. The three people and the car were probably going to die together.
He wanted to crawl over and get closer to see his dead parents in this life, but he couldn't move.
"It's over, the end of the world, everyone is going to die!" A survivor had a broken leg, was bleeding, and had a mental breakdown.
Everything was gone. It would have been fine if Donnie hadn't had it in the first place, but to have it and then lose it was the most painful. Memories kept flowing into his mind, whispering to him softly, bits and pieces of the story between a family and a car slowly unfolding, plain, bitter, yet warm.
Now there is nothing.
Donnie stared at the two monsters, his eyes filled with utter hatred. They had destroyed his faith, his family's hopes, and the dreams of countless innocent people. Donnie had never felt such hatred before. It gnawed at his heart like a maggot, and erupted like a volcanic fire, intensifying and etched into his mind.
Grief and anger pierced his broken heart, death played with his soul, and secretly, it seemed that something terrible was touched.
Blood gradually filled Donnie's eyes, hatred filling his will. With a crisp click, some kind of shackles were released, and the monster awoke, opened its eyes, and was set free. Donnie touched the Changan Xingka. The tattered little truck seemed to warm. Or maybe it was an illusion, but Donnie felt that this car belonged to him. Ever since his parents passed away, it had belonged to him. The feeling was so strong that something mysterious flowed from his brain through his hands into the car. He felt that the car was his, and it was an extension of his power and will!
"The green guy is no match for the other one! It's too weak and can't defeat the other one!" said a military reporter holding a microphone on the helicopter.
The old general's face was dark and solemn, filled with deep regret, and he finally became extremely decadent. "Pilot, let's leave here and send Betty away. It's not safe here."
"Impossible, Father! He just had the injection and is still weak!" A girl pleaded, tugging at the general's arm. Her name was Betty Ross, and she was Dr. Banner's girlfriend. But Banner had suffered a terrible tragedy in his early years. During an experiment, he was exposed to a large amount of gamma radiation, which mutated him and transformed him into the Hulk, a ruthless beast.
Suddenly, a soldier pointed at a certain place with trembling hands and shouted excitedly: "Look, what the hell is that?!"
In the darkness of the night, a clear sound pierced through the air, sounding like some large machine in motion. But this place had long been surrounded by the military, so where did the sound come from?
When the helicopter lights shone, people looked over and were stunned. Everyone was terrified, as if they had seen a miracle, or as if they had seen the birth of a new demon with their own eyes.
Wherever the light shines, astonishing changes occur!
A tattered pickup truck, originally inconspicuous, is rapidly being reorganized. The entire body of the truck is divided into interconnected parts, and the parts are combined with each other, changing the shape of the truck at an astonishing speed.
Finally, a humanoid robot stood still. Beside it was a slightly smaller figure. Donnie struggled to stand, trying to open his eyes wide. The anger and hatred in his chest threatened to burn him out.
The car is called Optimus Prime, a name he gave himself. It is an extension of his beliefs and will, and it ultimately accompanied him from his previous life to here!
The tiny figure stood there, seemingly insignificant, yet for some reason, an invisible force swept over, and everyone who looked over felt as if a huge mountain had pressed down on their chest, choking them and nearly suffocating them. Their bodies trembled, their souls seemed to tremble, and they wanted to collapse to the ground.
Sand and rocks flew, the earth shook, wailing continued, astonishing waves swept in all directions, surging to the world on a large scale, shocking the world!
This is the roar from the will!
At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester, New York, a bald old man suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed, "This wave... What an astonishing power!"