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In a high-tech Army Operations Command Center, Emil Blonsky paced with the restless energy of a caged predator. The elite special forces soldier, a man who had made a career out of being the apex of human combat capability, was currently drowning in a sense of unprecedented frustration.
Since he first joined the military, Blonsky had never tasted the bile of defeat. From his days as a raw recruit to his tenure as a legendary operative, he had crushed every competitor with clinical ease. But at Culver University, that record had been shattered. Facing the Hulk, he hadn't even lasted three rounds; he had been swatted aside like an insect.
That feeling—the realization that he was just a "chick" waiting to be crushed by a titan—gnawed at his soul. He knew Bruce Banner was just a scrawny, unassuming researcher. Under any other circumstances, Blonsky could snap his neck with two fingers. But when that mysterious power took over, the power balance flipped into something monstrous.
Blonsky swore that no matter the cost, he would seize that power for himself. He hadn't slept since the Hulk escaped; his eyes were a map of broken red capillaries, and his presence vibrated with a dangerous, barely controlled madness.
General Ross entered the room, his stride heavy and purposeful. Blonsky snapped into a rigid, trembling salute.
"General! If we go after that monster again, put me on the front line. We haven't finished our business!"
Ross looked at Blonsky with cold, professional admiration. This was the bravest, most lethal soldier he had ever commanded. It was a tragedy of fate that the Hulk's power resided in a coward like Banner instead of a warrior like the man standing before him.
"I've seen your bravery, soldier. You won't be sitting the next one out," Ross replied.
"General," Blonsky's voice was a low, desperate plea. "I need more. I need the strength to finish this. Give me another dose of the 'Super Soldier' serum!"
Ross's gaze remained unwavering and icy. "Everything in moderation, Blonsky. I don't intend to lose my best soldier to an obsession."
"But General—!"
"Enough," Ross barked, cutting him off. "Chasing power that doesn't belong to you leads to the abyss. But I haven't come empty-handed. I've brought you new equipment—the kind that will give you power equal to that monster's."
The Silver Giant
Ross led Blonsky to a secure, climate-controlled warehouse. He flipped a series of switches, and the darkness was instantly banished by rows of high-intensity floodlights. At the center of the room stood a silver-white metal giant, its titanium surface gleaming with a cold, predatory light.
"The ultimate weapon of war," Ross said, his voice thick with pride. "Code-named Giant God Soldier No. 1. A 300-million-dollar metal battle suit—a mech. Do you have the discipline to master this in the time we have left?"
Blonsky stared at the machine, his pupils trembling. He nodded heavily, but deep in his eyes, a dark resolution flickered. If you won't give me the serum, old man, I'll find my own path. Nothing stops me.
The Trap in the City
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the city, the human Bruce Banner regained consciousness in the arms of Betty Ross. Their time in the mountains had mended the fractures in their relationship, but the threat remained. Banner reached out to Dr. Blue (Samuel Sterns), an online collaborator he had worked with for a year to develop an inhibitory serum.
Banner was desperate to silence the beast inside. He and Betty bypassed the drones searching the forest, sticking to secluded mountain paths before slipping back into the concrete jungle to meet Sterns.
He didn't know that Ross had already traced the digital breadcrumbs to Dr. Blue's lab. The moment Banner stepped into the room, a tranquilizer dart hissed through the air, burying itself in his chest. His knees buckled, and his consciousness faded—but as Banner slept, the Hulk woke up.
The green giant erupted through the ceiling of the laboratory, roaring at the night sky. He leaped onto the asphalt of the bustling street below, leaving massive craters in his wake. As citizens fled in terror and social media users began to record the chaos, General Ross gave the order.
On the roof of a nearby building, the Giant God Soldier No. 1 ignited. Two glowing red mechanical eyes pierced the darkness. Inside the cockpit, Emil Blonsky, strapped into a specialized neural-link suit, engaged the system.
The mech plummeted from the sky, a silver streak of $11.5$ tons. It slammed a heavy titanium fist into the Hulk's skull.
Boom!
The impact was catastrophic. Caught off guard, the Hulk's head was driven deep into the asphalt. For the first time, he was facing something that could hit back with mechanical, calculated force.
But the Hulk was a creature of rage. He slapped the mech's left leg, staggering the silver giant, and pulled his head from the crater. Seeing his new mechanical tormentor, the Hulk's rage surged. His body grew another half-meter, matching the mech's height.
He threw a punch—a mass of green muscle carrying hundreds of tons of force. Blonsky, sensing the strike through the neural link, pulled a thick titanium alloy shield from the mech's back.
Thud!
The fist sank deep into the metal, nearly piercing the shield. Blonsky didn't wait; he swung a massive titanium alloy axe with a hydraulic hiss.
Crack!
A line of green blood sprayed across the street. The Hulk had been cut. For the first time, the monster looked vulnerable. Blonsky's laughter echoed through the external speakers. "Today, I'm chopping you into pieces!"
The axe swung in a wild, brutal rhythm, forcing the Hulk back. But Blonsky's lack of experience with the mech's telemetry began to show. The Hulk, adapting in real-time, dodged an overhead swing that split a parked car in half. The green giant grabbed the two halves of the car, using them as makeshift gauntlets.
With the car-gauntlets, the Hulk pinned the axe and leaped high into the air. He brought both fists down in a double-hammer blow.
Boom!
The mech's arm was sheared off at the elbow. Blonsky lost his balance, and the Hulk began a relentless pummeling, shattering the titanium shield and denting the primary chassis.
Celestial Industries: Live on YouTube
On a nearby rooftop, Peter and Gwen watched the battle. Peter sighed, shaking his head at the carnage below.
"I knew the military would waste it," Peter said. "They have no idea how to synchronize with a 100-Quantum Bit system. If we want our brand to survive this, I have to fix it."
Peter signaled the sky. A specialized support depot descended, landing before him. Inside was a second, pristine Giant God Soldier No. 1. Peter flipped into the cockpit and dialed Kelly.
"Kelly, I'm in. Start the stream."
"Channel's ready," Kelly replied. "YouTube Live is go."
YouTube Stream Title: [Experience Mech Fighting Monsters Online! Come Quickly!]
As the Hulk prepared to finish off Blonsky's broken machine, a second silver hand caught the green fist mid-air. Peter's mech stood tall, the movements fluid and graceful—like a dancer made of steel.
"Step aside and watch," Peter's voice boomed through the speakers. "That's not how you pilot a mech!"
Peter effortlessly hoisted the damaged mech—with a humiliated Blonsky inside—and tossed it fifty feet to the side. The live stream views exploded: 2 million, 5 million, 10 million. In minutes, Celestial Industries became the fastest-growing channel in history.
The Birth of the Abomination
Broken and shamed, Emil Blonsky crawled from his wrecked cockpit. He saw the world watching someone else do what he couldn't. His mind snapped. He ignored the battle and sprinted toward Dr. Blue's lab.
He burst into the room and grabbed the terrified Samuel Sterns. "The blood! Bruce Banner's blood! Inject it into me! All of it!"
"It'll kill you! The radiation—the rejection!" Sterns screamed.
Blonsky smashed the butt of his gun into Sterns' head. "Inject me! Now!"
Sterns, trembling and bleeding, inserted a thick needle into Blonsky's spine, pumping a full liter of Banner's gamma-irradiated blood into his marrow.
Crack!
Blonsky's pupils turned a sickly gray. Huge bone spikes erupted from his spine, tearing through his flesh. His muscles thickened into a gray, reptilian mass, pulverizing the operating table. The gun in his hand was crushed into dust by the mere pressure of his grip.
Dr. Blue recoiled in horror. He had created something worse than the Hulk.
The Abomination was born.
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