Chapter 52 - 52: Hulk Goes Berserk

In a slum in Brazil, Bruce Banner was furiously typing on his keyboard, his frustration mounting. Ever since that fateful experiment, when he was exposed to an overwhelming dose of gamma radiation, his life had been shattered. He had become something else—something uncontrollable. A monster. That thing inside him was pure rage and destruction, possessing strength beyond comprehension but completely devoid of rationality. And every time it emerged, his own consciousness was forcefully suppressed, swallowed by an unstoppable fury. "Why? Why does this keep happening?" Bruce slammed his fist on the keyboard, his voice laced with anger. Ever since he became the Hulk, his entire life had turned into a nightmare. He couldn't afford to get angry, couldn't even let his emotions fluctuate too much. He was constantly on the run, a fugitive from those who wanted to exploit or destroy him. As he exhaled sharply, a faint buzzing sound reached his ears. A fly. A single fly hovered around him, circling persistently. Bruce swatted at it absentmindedly and turned back to his laptop, resuming his frantic search for answers. Three hundred kilometers away, inside a military command center… "General Ross, the scouting tech from Mason Industries is absolutely incredible!" A soldier's voice crackled with excitement as he monitored a screen displaying live footage. "Can you believe it? This tiny thing, the size of a fly, can detect DNA signatures and automatically narrow down its search range. It just confirmed Banner's location!" Ross's expression shifted from skepticism to exhilaration. "Excellent!" He grinned, gripping his cigar between his teeth. "Notify Mason immediately." Ross wasn't stupid—he knew that no matter how many men he sent after Banner, they wouldn't stand a chance against the Hulk. But Mason? That man always had a solution. To Ross, Gene Mason was nothing short of a god. …. Back at Mason Industries' underground facility, the Hive Base, Gene leaned back in his chair, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "The hunt begins," he murmured. His gaze shifted to a figure standing before him—tall, imposing, and clad in an advanced, form-fitting combat suit. The suit bore a sleek, red-and-white umbrella insignia, the unmistakable mark of the Umbrella Corporation. In his left hand, he held a vibranium shield, its surface engraved with the same emblem. "Captain, it's time to show what you're capable of." The man nodded, his blue eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes, Mr. Mason. Consider it done." Without hesitation, Steve Rogers turned and stepped aboard the sleek, jet-black aircraft awaiting him. It was no ordinary jet—it was an Umbrella-designed Eagle-Class Multi-Role Combat Aircraft, equipped with cutting-edge optical camouflage. As soon as it lifted off, it shimmered and vanished into the sky, completely undetectable to the naked eye. The mission was clear: capture the Hulk. And Steve Rogers was more than ready. Back in the slums… Bruce Banner was still glued to his screen, lost in calculations—until his world exploded around him. BANG! A gunshot shattered the window. Before he could react, a hailstorm of bullets tore through his tiny room, shredding everything in sight. The relentless barrage of gunfire left no space for escape. Bruce's breath hitched. His pulse spiked. "Damn it… they found me again!" A flicker of green flashed across his skin. Without hesitation, he launched himself out of the room, disappearing into the maze-like slums. …. "General Ross, the target is on the move!" The squad stormed inside Bruce's ransacked hideout, but he was already gone. "Sir, he's heading southeast!" The scouting drone—disguised as a mere fly—had locked onto Banner again. Ross clenched his cigar between his teeth, a menacing grin forming. "Light him up." The night sky erupted in flames. Sёarᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Attack helicopters and fighter jets swooped down, driving Banner straight into the dense rainforest. There would be no escape. But Ross had underestimated one crucial thing. Deep in the jungle, Bruce Banner stumbled forward, gasping for air. "Stop… don't do this," he pleaded, his voice a desperate growl. But the response was a deafening roar of. Gatling cannons blazed, ripping through trees and earth, turning the jungle into a warzone. The sheer force of the onslaught sent shockwaves through the ground, dirt and debris flying everywhere. And then— "HULK… SMASH!!!" A monstrous roar erupted from within the smoke. And out stepped the Hulk. His massive green frame towered over the battlefield, his muscles bulging with unrestrained power. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving with unbridled rage. And then, he smiled. Not a friendly smile. A dangerous one. He glanced up at the attack aircraft above him, his expression twisted with contempt. BOOM! In an instant, the Hulk leapt into the sky, soaring like a missile. He crashed onto a fighter jet, his enormous fists tearing through the fuselage like it was made of paper. The pilot barely had time to eject before the plane spiraled out of control, engulfed in flames. Hulk used the wreckage as a platform, launching himself again. One jet. Then another. Then another. Every single aircraft was obliterated. The battlefield was consumed in chaos, soldiers screaming in terror as their so-called "unstoppable" war machines were ripped apart by a single being. Ross stood frozen, his cigar nearly slipping from his mouth. "My God…" But then— A new shadow loomed overhead. A different aircraft, unlike any they had ever seen. Sleek, futuristic, and utterly alien in design. The soldiers stared, their fear momentarily replaced by awe. "What is that?!" "Is that one of ours?" "When the hell did we get something that advanced?" From within the craft, a cold, synthetic voice spoke: "Gamma radiation detected. Commencing power evaluation." Inside, Steve Rogers' earpiece buzzed with a computerized response. "Threat level… manageable. Victory assured." Steve grinned. "Then let's get started." With that, he stepped forward— And leapt from the aircraft, descending straight toward the raging Hulk below. -------------- T/N: Access Advance Chapters on my P@treon: [email protected]/MPHFics