Mike: "..."
How can a person be so shameless?
Bronski's impression on Mike had always been that he would stop at nothing for power, with a style that was truly unyielding—the kind of unyielding where he would chase after Hulk even when he knew he couldn't defeat him.
He wasn't in a desperate situation yet, but he was already cowering and asking for help?
Mike pondered for a moment and began to understand Bronski's mindset.
Those who have nothing and those with faith fear death the least.
Having only just become Abomination and gained power a few minutes ago, Bronski was unwilling to die like this. For this, he lowered his head as a warrior.
General Ross had no time to guess Bronski's mental journey; he was thinking: "Bronski? It's Bronski! Bronski..."
Initially shocked, General Ross then found it quite natural.
Unlike others' fear when facing Hulk, Bronski had always actively sought to fight, even going so far as to inject the unstable Super Soldier Serum. Hulk had been present for some time, and Bronski hadn't appeared—so this was the reason, appearing as a monster?
General Ross didn't even have time to think about why Bronski had transformed into this state. He thought of the mask-wearing man in front of him, he thought of Hulk, he thought of Iron Man, he thought of Mutants...
General Ross might not have been pure, but he was indeed a patriot.
"As the nation's power, the Military should possess the strength to suppress and eliminate them." General Ross's persistent pursuit of Hulk was precisely for this outcome.
The Bronski before him was the Military's version of "Hulk"; an army composed of such power... just thinking about it made him excited.
Ross overlooked a question: could such power be controlled by humans?
He saw the mask-wearing man's katana, all neatly suspended in the air, numerous and exuding a murderous aura.
"Bronski is in trouble!" Ross clarified the situation before him and roared: "Quick!"
Quick what?
The soldiers felt bewildered.
Without time to explain, General Ross snatched an automatic rifle from his subordinate.
Da da da...
A series of bullets hit the concrete ground near Mike—fortunately, General Ross hadn't lost his mind and aimed around Mike.
Mike glanced at General Ross.
At this moment, the soldiers finally reacted; perhaps their Officer's personal involvement gave them immense courage, and they all aimed their guns at Mike.
Fury's voice rang out urgently on the communication channel: "Mike, don't be impulsive. Publicly killing a serving General of the United States will absolutely not be pardoned. Think it through... no money to earn."
"Pfft!" Stark burst out laughing.
It must be said, Fury was beginning to grasp the pattern of Mike's actions.
Threats were useless against Mike.
They even had the opposite effect.
General Ross hadn't directly shot at Mike, so there was still room for maneuver.
Fury re-entered the Military's communication channel and spoke privately with Ross, his tone very serious: "General, tell your men to put down their guns."
Ross said stiffly: "United States soldiers will not compromise with any individual or organization."
Fury raged: "Won't compromise with any individual or organization? Motherfucker, you say bullshit so much you even believe it yourself. I can easily find a thousand instances of the Military compromising and making deals, do you believe me?! Are you sick in the head? You die, just die, I can't wait for you to die sooner, but you can't push someone so powerful that S.H.I.E.L.D. can't handle them to be an enemy of the United States. Yes, you heard right, yes, S.H.I.E.L.D. has run countless simulations and cannot deal with the person you're pointing your gun at. You might be very happy to hear this intelligence, but don't forget, S.H.I.E.L.D. can't handle it, and it's not because we look down on you, you can't handle it either. Please, how much effort did I put into recruiting him? Do you want him to turn the United States into a messy stew? If so, shoot. Anyway, your tombstone will definitely have a line: 'The idiot who single-handedly destroyed the United States of America'! Fuck you, Ross, fuck your family!"
After a long speech, Fury didn't even pause for breath. Truly worthy of being Marvel's top-tier trash-talker.
He was just a tiny bit away from being crowned "King of the Mouth."
Ross was silent for a long while, then lowered his gun.
The other soldiers followed suit.
Fury said to Mike: "Ahem, Mike, look, everyone is quite reasonable. How much better is it to resolve any conflicts verbally?"
Several pink long blades merged into a broad-bladed greatsword, hovering in front of him. Mike lightly jumped onto the sword.
It was very stable.
And ever since his mental power grew stronger, his control over Senbonzakura was like an extension of his arm; it was basically impossible to injure himself. So, the question arose, if he were to fly with the sword at high speeds, how would he solve the problem of wind?
When the speed reached a certain level, the wind would be as sharp as a knife, and large particles of dust in the air hitting his body would not be much less powerful than bullets.
Should he wear a helmet and armor?
What would be the point of flying with a sword then?
Hmm, I need to think about it.
The greatsword carried Mike, hovering above Abomination.
"I know you're definitely not convinced, having just gained power and still unfamiliar with it, thinking you'll get your revenge later. It's okay, I'll wait. But remember, next time, don't even mention a General; the President coming won't help. Heh heh, publicly killing... I'm super good at assassination. Who would stand up for someone who's already dead...?" Mike's voice wasn't loud or soft, but he believed General Ross would definitely hear him.
As expected, General Ross's face showed a hint of anger.
Fury's voice appeared at the right time: "General, let's retreat."
General Ross's gaze fell on Hulk, who was still being kited by Stark not far away.
"One monster isn't enough for you to study? Two will only attract other covetous eyes, and you might not even keep one in the end." Fury understood Ross too well and immediately knew what Ross was thinking, hitting the nail on the head with one sentence—the Military wasn't a monolith, and conflicts were everywhere.
"Hmph!" Ross snorted, "Retreat!"
Abomination got into a troop transport vehicle and drove a long distance before he looked back at Mike, who was flying on his sword, his eyes full of venom: "Abomination, from now on, my name is Abomination."
"I say, Mike, isn't it time to help me deal with this green-skinned big guy? His skin is really tough; missiles and energy cannons only seem to make him more excited. Could he be a masochist?" Stark dodged a car door thrown by Hulk, "If this continues, my energy will run out, and I'll have to retreat first."
Mike pointed at Betty, who was hiding not far away, "Are you going to change back yourself, or should I beat you back?"
"Hulk!" Hulk pounded his chest.
"Got it!" Mike understood.
Another hardheaded kid.
He pointed a finger.
With Mike's movement, the pink long blades in the air all turned their direction, their tips aimed at Hulk.
"Ougi: Ichigyo Senbonzakura!"
All the blades stabbed towards Hulk.
"Hulk!!!" Hulk slammed his hands into the ground, flipping up a large section of the concrete road.
But the attacks came from all directions, and the long blades, guided by Mike, deftly bypassed the concrete slabs Hulk had thrown up.
Ding ding ding...
The long blades struck Hulk, but astonishingly, they didn't immediately break through his defenses, only leaving shallow White marks.
One attack was ineffective, but such attacks could continue a thousand times. And they could cycle, until Mike's stamina ran out...