Hulk was still striding forward, but there were no Police or Soldiers left who dared to block him.
They had tried shooting, but when they saw that bullets of any caliber automatically bounced off his layer of green skin, they abandoned such conventional methods.
For anyone with a brain, when encountering an enemy whom even guns could not harm, who would choose to engage him in hand-to-hand combat?
Look at his muscles; just his exaggerated mass was enough to deter everyone. These surrounding forces were no exception.
They watched as Hulk approached, but could only quietly retreat.
As for orders from superiors, don't be ridiculous. Their superiors hadn't ordered them to fight to the death; this was merely a tactical retreat.
Hulk didn't care whether these annoying little bugs were making a tactical retreat or not. If he hadn't been mindful of Betty in his arms, his violent temper would have long ago made him charge up and let these little things experience the iron fist of Big Daddy Hulk.
But precisely because of Betty's presence, he did not make any excessive moves.
At most, he just kicked the car blocking his way clear with a massive sweep of his foot.
Seeing the car that had completely become a UFO under Hulk's huge foot, Peter finally found the culprit that had just exposed him.
But did he really want to go up there and get revenge? Looking at Hulk's exaggerated physique and the Superman-like combat power he displayed.
The little Spider-Man still felt uncertain deep down. If he went up there and got hit by a single punch from that guy, he would probably end up as a sandwich cookie.
Although he was somewhat afraid internally, Peter, as Spider-Man, was very honest in his physical actions.
He swung like a pendulum, quietly flying toward Hulk from behind him.
"What is that?" One of the retreating Soldiers spotted him, and the Police officer next to him immediately responded quietly.
"Keep quiet, that's a New York specialty. Maybe we won't have anything to do later."
"Huh!" The Soldier from the East Coast didn't seem to understand what a New York specialty was, and just as he uttered that questioning sound.
Spider-Man had silently arrived on Hulk's body, gathering all his strength to deliver a flying kick to his head.
One must know that the little Spider-Man, having been modified by mutated spider DNA, was no ordinary person; if he fully unleashed his muscle strength, he possessed about ten tons of power. This level of power was already monstrous for ordinary people.
But for Hulk... Spider-Man's foot struck Hulk's head. He swore he used his maximum strength, but the only effect was that Hulk's head jolted forward slightly, and then nothing else happened.
His mountain-of-flesh-like body didn't even twitch; the only change was that he turned his head and stared at the little Spider-Man who had already jumped to the ground.
"Uh, hey, big guy. I actually just wanted to say hello!"
Seeing Hulk's oppressive gaze, the little Spider-Man grinned obsequiously. "Seriously, your muscles are great. Can you tell me which gym you worked out at? I want to try it too!"
Habitually running his mouth—this was one of the little Spider-Man's hobbies.
Perhaps it was because Peter Parker lived too suppressed a life normally.
So ever since he became Spider-Man, the little Spider-Man learned one thing: trash talk.
He could spout a massive amount of nonsense anytime, anywhere, to anyone. This included mockery, teasing, persistent questioning, and endless conjecture.
Many people who had fought Spider-Man knew that compared to his fighting skills, the most hated thing about him was his foul mouth.
He could talk a living person into a breakdown, and talk a dead person into committing suicide again. Well, provided the dead person could understand what he meant.
In any case, the little Spider-Man might not be the strongest Superhero in this World, but he was definitely one of the most talkative.
And now, he was using his unique talent to communicate with Hulk.
However, Hulk did not understand the little Spider-Man's attempt to express goodwill.
He only felt that this guy who had just kicked him was annoying, like a fly buzzing incessantly in his ear.
And for things that annoyed him, he always used the most direct method to deal with them.
Lifting a massive leg that would require two people to embrace, Hulk showed no mercy and stomped down on the little Spider-Man.
Watching such a huge foot stomp down on him, the little Spider-Man instantly felt like he was watching a documentary about fighting African elephants.
Moreover, he swore that this massive foot was definitely more explosive than an African elephant's.
The little Spider-Man didn't have the courage to test how heavy this huge foot was; of course, he wasn't crazy enough to even consider trying such a thing.
Enhanced by a reaction speed fifteen times that of an ordinary person and his Spider-Sense, the little Spider-Man dodged the stomp with a spectacular backflip the instant Hulk's foot landed.
Seeing that almost everything in front of him was shaking, he also offered a snarky comment.
"Nice footwork, pal. Are you interested in joining me for the World Cup? I think you could definitely help the U.S. win a trophy.
Look at your physique; blocking the goal would be zero problem. Then just casually kick a big ball, oh! The trophy is ours. We'll be huge stars."
Listening to the little Spider-Man's chatter, let alone Hulk, even the nearby Soldiers were bewildered.
"This is your New York specialty?" It was still the East Coast Soldier, asking the Police officer next to him.
The Police officer simply nodded rhythmically and replied.
"Don't you think this little web-head is quite unique? I love listening to him say all this nonsense. Plus, sometimes it works wonders!"
"Works wonders? I can't see it. All I see is him being chased like a rabbit," the East Coast Soldier replied, shrugging.
"I think so too, but don't you think that guy has also turned into a hound focused only on chasing the rabbit?"
A hound chasing a rabbit—that was indeed the best description of what Hulk was doing right now.
After failing to stomp the little Spider-Man with the first foot, Hulk begrudgingly stomped down with the second and third.
Although the little Spider-Man dodged every attempt with various elaborate rolls, he relentlessly kept stomping down.
This caused the entire boulevard to shake incessantly, and the ground near Hulk also began to show signs of sinking.
This meant that the concrete laid over the sewers could no longer withstand such destruction, and this formerly most prosperous avenue could officially bid farewell to the city.
The little Spider-Man didn't have time to worry about how much damage Hulk was causing to the city streets; he was struggling for his life.
Because Hulk's attack output truly exceeded his imagination. He hadn't expected this big guy to have such immense destructive power, and he certainly hadn't expected his temper to be so volatile.
"Shouldn't you take some medication? Seriously, pal, something is really wrong with you!" He activated his trash-talking skill again while dodging Hulk's big foot.
However, what greeted him was usually an even angrier stomp from Hulk.
"Even if you don't want to take medication, can you stop chasing me? I don't like men, I have a girlfriend. Besides, you're too big for me."
Just because Hulk had low emotional intelligence didn't mean his IQ was equally low, so he quickly understood the little Spider-Man's teasing, which resulted in him becoming even more enraged and grinding his teeth as he uttered the sentence he most wanted to say right now.
"Hulk hates little bugs."
"Hey, I'm not a little bug. Spiders aren't bugs. Did your gym teacher teach you biology? Also, pal, aren't you mute?
So you can talk! Then why don't you speak up loudly like me and tell everyone what your dream is?"
No one could accept this kind of provocation repeatedly, much less a short-tempered guy like Hulk.
He freed one hand, holding Betty with the other. Five enormous fingers suddenly spread open, sweeping toward the little Spider-Man like the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain.
The incoming rush of wind alone made the little Spider-Man feel like he was facing an industrial fan. It wasn't hard for him to imagine the consequences of being hit by that slap.
Ever heard of a two-dimensional foil? He suspected that if he got hit, that would be his fate: instantly reduced from three dimensions to two, becoming a flat smear on the ground.
So, naturally, the little Spider-Man began to show off his dodging skills. But this time was different; he used his webs and even completed his first counterattack so far.
A large wad of webbing was slapped onto Hulk's face. This artificial webbing he created had the characteristics of high strength and high toughness, and the most crucial point was that it was also very sticky.
So, as soon as this wad of webbing hit Hulk's face, it stuck completely. It not only covered his mouth and nose but also blocked his vision, turning him entirely into a headless fly.
This was the plan the little Spider-Man had been formulating for a while. He hastily avoided Hulk's massive hand, pushed off his arm, and charged straight into Hulk's embrace.
He wasn't rushing into Hulk's arms for a hug, but to rescue the hostage he was holding.
In his view, it was illogical that the army was constrained, afraid to counterattack, and hadn't even brought out any black-tech weaponry.
Therefore, he guessed this must be because Hulk was holding a hostage.
Although he didn't understand why the army would be so concerned about this one hostage, all he had to do was rescue the person. The rest could be left to the military.
Due to the wad of stuff on his face, Hulk had no idea what was happening. And this gave the little Spider-Man an opportunity.
He grabbed Betty's hand, shot a web that stuck to a nearby building, and then, pulling the web, swung away with Betty.
His movement was swift and smooth like flowing clouds and water; in less than two seconds, he had pulled Betty out of Hulk's embrace.
This startled everyone, and some onlookers even cheered.
Even the guy who enjoyed the little Spider-Man's verbal tic couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"See that? He did great. This is the surprise I was talking about."
However, when he noticed the little Spider-Man swinging Betty toward them and then landing, this surprise was a bit much.
"pals, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and act! I rescued the hostage!"
"Act on what?" The Police and Soldiers were dumbfounded. They hadn't expected the little Spider-Man to bring the person right to them.
"Stop messing around, I know you guys have a way to deal with Hulk." The little Spider-Man said presumptuously, but he quickly realized.
These two guys had run away without looking back. Heavy footsteps began sounding behind him—it was the noise of Hulk starting to run. It sounded exactly like a herd of rhinoceroses.
"Uh oh, this is bad." The little Spider-Man finally realized the gravity of the situation. He realized he seemed to have thought things through too optimistically.