Chapter 15: Hulk the Strongest

"Damn these shields!"

Stauberg looked in despair at the unscathed giant craft less than eight kilometres away from him, while the MiG 29 fighter under his seat had less than 200 cannon shots left at the moment.

A nightmare, that's a pilot's nightmare!

Five minutes ago.

"That's a real beauty, are we going to shoot it down?" Heather said with some regret.

"Employer said so, so no more talking, no escort aircraft on my side, other squads reporting back!"

"Huskies all clear, no sightings!"

"Greyhound no sightings!"

"..."

The several squads that scattered out one after another all reported no sightings of enemy escort planes making Stauberger wonder, several of the Atlas Corporation's craft he had read about in magazines and was well aware that his MiG 29s were no match, but the fact that the other side never showed up, even those drones that looked a lot like the X47B were still busy dropping bombs on the heads of ground troops instead of returning to reinforce the mothership, made him a little suspicious.

"All hands beware, something is definitely wrong with that large mothership! Otherwise, there's no way they would have sent escort planes!"

"Understood!"

After setting up the V formation, Stauberg's home formation immediately wrapped around Freedom.

"All hands, prepare to fire missiles, target drone mothership propellers, activate missiles!"

The infra-red searchers of the R60 air-to-air missiles mounted under the wings were activated and the MiG 29, maintaining a smooth attitude, pressed step by step towards Freedom, and after entering a distance of four kilometres, the R60 locked onto its target.

"FOX2!"

With a command, the 32 MiG 29s in front of Freedom and the 12 MiG 29s in the rear fired their mounted R60s in unison.

Ninety-six R60s swooped in a long white trail at Freedom, which was still flying straight like a dumb goose, without even a hint of evasion.

"Transferring AI control, it's showtime!" Colonel Maverick inserted his secret key card and pressed the button, handing control of Freedom back to the AI.

And immediately after taking back control, the onboard AI activated Freedom's shields.

First, a white aura emanated from the circular fairing at the top of Freedom, then the entire white aura exploded, forming a transparent spherical shield of azure blue that enveloped Freedom and its two-kilometre radius of airspace.

"What is this?" The MiG 29 pilots were dumbfounded as all the R60s they had fired blasted into that shield and then exploded in a shower of flame.

"Did it hit?"

"No, no, that shield, it's was unharmed!"

The pilots did not wait for Stauberg's order to fire two more R60 fighter rounds, but the result was the same, their missiles could not get close to each other.

"That shield, is there anything we can do about it?"

"How about trying the machine guns?" The four pilots of the husky team asked for orders.

"Okay, you guys be careful!" Stauberg nodded, then led the group around the corner, keeping a distance of five kilometres parallel to Freedom.

The four MiG-29s first made a climb, flying above the rear of Freedom, then turned and swooped down, their GSH-301s churning and emitting black smoke, firing a barrage of 30x165mm high-explosive incendiary and armour-piercing tracer rounds.

As the dense barrage was about to hit Freedom, the shields came on again, intercepting all the shells, and the Huskies, caught off guard by their proximity to the shields and forgetting to do their evasive manoeuvres, crashed head-on into it.

"No!"

After seeing four bright sparks burst, Stauberg let out a sudden groan of grief, times had changed, this wasn't the air combat he was familiar with, there were no dogfights where they fought each other, there were no alarms that went off after firing fighting rounds, there were no heat-trapped rounds blooming in the sky, there were just drones and strange technology that they were unfamiliar with.

"Sir, are we going to continue the attack?"

"Keep attacking!" Stauberg would never admit defeat, they were carrying six R60's in total for this strike, now they had two left, they still had a chance!

"All planes re-form, that shield of theirs must be flawed, let's concentrate our attack this time, two by two in turn!" Stauberg said viciously as he removed his own oxygen mask.

The remaining 44 MiG 29s then quickly adjusted their formation to form a long line of two side-by-side.

"Fire, fire!"

The roaring swarm roared again.

One after another missile exploded again, two, six, eighteen ... As the last MiG fired its R60, one pilot broke down as he looked at the still unscathed Freedom.

"Damn the shields, drop it!"

The pilot who was controlling the fighter and attempting to launch a kamikaze fight and rammed Freedom cried out with a sob as he pounced in his fighter, but the result was desperate as the other's shields opened up again as if they had unlimited energy.

"Alright, the test is over, let the attacks begin!" Colonel Maverick sighed, he admired the courage of the opposing pilots who had shot all their ammunition and were even willing to launch a kamikaze attack, but the difference between the two sides was huge and he could no longer bear to watch.

"Roger that! Release the drone team!" Drones began to fall from the other wing of Freedom, which had not been moving, and instead of joining the sequence of attacks on the enemy, these drones swooped down on Stauberg's MiG fleet.

"Calling enemy fleet commander, this is Colonel Maverick, commander of Freedom, you have fought with great bravery, but such brave men should not aid the enemy, please surrender and land your fighters in our control area and we will guarantee the safety of your life!"

Looking at the drone and then listening to the other side's constant orders to surrender over the public channels, Stauberg was gloomy.

"Surrender, we are no match!" He barked out an order to his old men.

"But ..."

"No buts, it will only be in vain if we go on, surrender, I order you as Captain of the 33rd Jagdpanzer Brigade of the East German People's Air Force!"

"Yes, sir!" Hearing their officer's bitter order, these pilots could only grit their teeth and control their fighters with the armed escort of the MQ101 behind them as they flew towards the airfield of the Atlas Corporation.

"And what about you, sir!"

"Me? My destiny is not on the ground, for me not being able to fly is a death sentence, so I will never give up!" With that, Stauberg turned around in his own fighter and swooped once more at Freedom.

"He's bent on death!" Maverick saw the other man's intentions at once, "Shoot him down!"

The first battle of Freedom not only stimulated the anti-government forces on the ground, but those forces watching the battle around the world were also stunned.

March 4, 2011, a date that will be forever remembered in the world's aviation history, because on this day, the rules of air warfare were completely changed, and a single drone mothership of the Atlas Corporation completed the obscuring of the entire airspace of the battlefield and seized the air control.

"Could we have broken that shield if we had been the ones to do it?" In the cold and windy Moscow, the Archon looked at the relevant chiefs around him.

"I'm afraid not, we've visually estimated that nothing above at least cruise missile level could break it, and what we've heard from the Atlas Corporations is that this prototype drone mothership, codenamed Freedom, is equipped with two fusion engines and can be considered almost invincible!"

"Prototype?" The Archon caught the word keenly.

"Yes, according to the information flowing from the channels we bribed, there are still mass-produced models in the secret base of the Atlas Corporations, which are said to be even more powerful!"

Archon pondered for a long time and then suddenly smiled, "That's for the Americans to get their heads around, let's get on good terms with the Atlas Corporation first! Regarding Atlas Corporation's mineral orders and energy orders, we'll give them the best price!"

Unlike the Archon, in the United States of America, an official organisation that had only recently sprung up expressed concern about the Atlas Corporation's expansion.

"We have reason to believe that this man Ethan Hunt is building a large, sophisticatedly equipped private army!"

Nick Fury, Mothe' Farker, former Jedi and Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. stood up straight and looked at his old leader, Alexander Pierce, in front of him.

"I understand all of that, but Fury, Atlas is a registered military contractor in the US, they are quite involved with the US military including US politics, even here in the Council, the other members are very happy with Atlas's performance in Sokovia!"

Alexander Pierce took a sip of the rum in front of him, moistened his throat and continued, "And your inference is only an inference, there is no proof, moreover, you have to understand that in addition to the military, Atlas Corporation is a multinational monopoly, millions of people in the US live directly off Atlas Corporation"

"They also contract almost eighty per cent of NATO bases. The CIA goes to Atlas Corporation for almost any task! That's a bit serious, this accusation of yours!"

Alexander's point was clear, if the halogenated egg was going to go after the Atlas Corporation, then half the powers that be in America would go after him first!

Of course, Alexander Pierce had another thing to say that if Ethan chose to rebel, then half of the United States of America would also choose to follow him.

"I think that instead of focusing on Atlas as a company, you should be concerned about those war machines of theirs!"

"I've already sent my best men to gather information, but the internal structure of the Atlas Corporations is so tightly organized that there is very little communication between the divisions except for the people directly in charge, so my men will have to hibernate patiently yet!"

Nick Fury nodded, he had noticed the company back when Atlas Corporation launched EXO, after all, it was the first time he had heard of a company that arrogantly gave kickbacks to their face!

After seeing Atlas Corporation's Big Bird, he was tempted to build one too!

In fact, Nick Fury's interest in Atlas Corporation is still based on his interest in the other side's Freedom, but he neither wants to build it nor want to buy it, so he had to find a way to take it from others, after all, for the sake of world security.

In the United States of America, a few Democrats did try to make trouble at first, but Ethan's father bribed a bunch of legislators to stir up trouble on Capitol Hill, so the monopoly investigation into the Atlas Corporation went off on a racist tangent, and a few Democrats were scolded, even having paint thrown at their cars.

When they returned home and found a bullet and a cheque on the table, the MPs immediately caved in.

As for the military, the navy was busy pulling strings with Maverick and asking if the Atlas wanted any more senior commanders who had been eyeing the F52s in the Atlas for a long time (the magically modified F-14 D Super Tomcat), while in the air force, Admiral Ross had already taken his command team to Sokovia to observe the battlefield.

"Say, is it really okay for you guys to strut around like that?" Ethan, dressed in a dark training uniform, leaned on the airfield tower and looked behind him at Admiral Ross, who was still grinning widely in his US Army camouflage with his legs resting on the table.

"What's wrong with that, we're an observer group!" Ross had a cigar in his mouth.

Ethan had thought at first that Ross wanted to come to see Freedom and had asked Maverick to raise it to 30,000 feet, but it turned out that Ross was not here for the purpose of Freedom at all, but was planning to start a human laboratory in Sokovia.

"General Ross, I'm afraid this thing is off the hook for that Culver University accident!" Ethan suddenly remembered that Ross had gotten this Hulk guy out, and with the newspaper reports from a while back, Ethan suddenly had a crouch.

"Er, that was just an experimental accident, we were fully prepared this time!" Ross said rather awkwardly.

"No, no, no, General, I can't allow that, the Sokovian government currently has a reconstruction agreement with the Atlas Corporations, there is no way we would allow such a dangerous accident to happen!" Ethan said in refusal, joking aside, it was enough that you built a Hulk out of it, now you're planning to get the Abomination out of my land as well?

Ross was also rather hard done by, the accident at Culver University had been squashed by his influence, but he had been warned not to experiment on home soil, so he had come here to Sokovia to check it out, not expecting Ethan to be so determined.

"Well, then that big guy you have here, I need 20 sets!" Having had a closed-door Ross nudged at the AST combat Armour fighters patrolling the corner of the airfield.

"It's still an experimental model, what are you going to do with it?" Ethan didn't think such a single mech equipped for infantry could be taken to fight the Hulk.

"I'm going hunting a big guy!" Ross said slowly as his mouth quirked a few times, then he spat out his cigar.

"I'll give you thirty sets, plus ten infrasound cannons! Good luck with your hunt!" What could Ethan say, since Ross was dead set on taking his chances, he could only wish him luck and hope the man was alright!

The arrival of Ross did not disrupt Ethan's arrangements, he had secretly contacted Rex and after learning that there was no intention within Hydra to aid Baron Strucker, he planned to just cut a quick deal and pack a big circle with Strucker and the main anti-government forces in one fell swoop.

Although the loss of air control, the iron-headed Strucker still do not think they will lose.

Then the anti-government command was blown apart by Atlas for being too arrogant, and Freedom in Sokovia's airspace was like a big radar, you could see where the radio signals were dense. They attacked and bombs fell on their heads, they retreated and bombs fell on their heads, they stayed still and bombs fell on their heads.

The armour and blitzkrieg that Strucker was so proud of were useless, not to mention the offensive capability.

The eight-metre high Railgun turrets (from Act of regression) deployed on the outskirts of the base blew the heads off of Hydra armoured units at a distance of four kilometres with their mounted rail guns. The unlucky men's carcasses were followed by the devastating reaping of the havoc launchers.

After the attack stopped, the undeterred anti-government forces tried night raids from tunnels, but to what avail, with the Freedom, a large radar, in place, their tunnels had only been dug for less than thirty metres when heavy drilling bombs fell, with heavy losses of engineering equipment and personnel.

As for night raids, night warfare is the best demonstration of the technological generation gap, and with high definition thermal imaging lenses, no movement of wind from kilometres away escaped the eyes of the sentries.

After days of struggle, the rebels had to admit that they could not beat their opponents, even if there were still government troops on the other side of the line, but these government troops were no longer comparable to the previous government troops.

And the moment the anti-government armed forces ran out of steam, it was time for the Atlas to strike back. Two mobile brigades, spearheaded by Titan tanks and paired with 105-gun equipped Skerritt air-cushioned armoured vehicles roared forward, advancing 120 kilometres in just eight minutes, forming a huge pincer-shaped encirclement, leaving only a ten-kilometre wide route for Strucker and his buddies. And the gap was slowly closing.

Frontline command post

Strucker was sitting upright at his wide desk looking at a map.

"Our troops have been devastated here, here, and here!" One of the faction bosses said as he pointed out on the map.

"Never mind, everything will be fine when my elite troops launch their attack!" Strucker said confidently, leaning on his cane.

"Your Excellency Baron ..."

"Your Excellency Baron, the elite troops he ..."

"Your elite troops have been attacked by cloudbursts and have suffered heavy casualties and are no longer able to attack!"

A fire flared up as Strucker heard the news, he wanted to point at a group of faction bosses around him and swear but found that his hands were too shaky to lift them.

"Those whose names I call to stay, the rest get out! Bertrand, Sokravic, Robsavely!"

The crowd of onlookers immediately swarmed out as if they had been pardoned, and the last one slammed the door of the room behind him as he walked out.

"I thought the fact that you fought the government troops back and forth meant you were good fighters, but I didn't think you were all rookies, forget it, I brought all this on myself!" Strucker's heart was broken, why was this battle like the last, his side was all piggybacked.

"Sir, it's not good, the Atlas Corporations have dropped mobile troops in the town, our back route is cut off!" A man stumbled and pushed his way through the crowd gathered at the entrance to the fortress, pulled open the door and rushed in.

"What?" Baron almost instantly bounced from the other end of his desk to this end close to the door of the room, and he stared at the orderly with a deadly stare.

"Say that again!"

"Our back route, it's going to be cut off!"

Strucker pushed the man out of the way and rushed the room, pushing his way through the crowd to the surface.

On the far horizon, flashes of light and dull explosions burst up in quick succession, even as Strucker heard the sound of engines whistling past their heads. It was the Atlas Corporation's craft reinforcing the gap!

"Retreat immediately!" In a bright flash of light, Strucker dropped the binoculars in his hands in dismay and looked to the faction bosses who had followed him up.

"If we don't retreat, we're all going to die here!"

......... ......... ...

Half an hour ago

"One minute to go!" The pilot of MV66 shouted loudly and angrily.

"Prepare for battle!" Michelle pulled the bolt of the IMR rifle in her hand, then tapped the tactical helmet of the Atlas Corporation Security Force soldier beside her. The latter pulled open the hatch of Freedom's cabin with a clatter.

A series of tracer rounds pierced the blackness of the night to weave a dense web of fire in the air, large searchlights shot out a thick light to guide the ground-based anti-aircraft guns to their targets, and in the midst of this vast web were countless transports with blue flames spewing from their tails as they weaved above the city.

"Jump, jump, jump!" The pilot shouted at the top of his lungs as he controlled the craft to a nice sharp landing, shaking the soldiers standing in the cabin to the ground while keeping an eye on his surroundings.

Almost as soon as the last soldier scurried out of the cabin, Freedom's two vector engines began to power up and then soared into the sky, leaving only the cursing soldiers on the ground.

"That son of a bitch, he almost roasted me!" Despite the cursing, Michel's attention was nevertheless on the PDA on her left arm, the screen marked with green dots and blue dots and red dots to indicate the battle situation nearby, and the target of their mission.

"Come on, come on, our objective is to take the department store in front of us, follow me!" Michel, who was the squad commander, greeted her squad and immediately went into battle.

Whirling Su-25 attack planes and Mi-24 helicopter gunships scattered death with cannon missiles and rockets, even Xi'an transports with rocket nests mounted joined the feast, roaring Titan morph tanks stomped relentlessly over the burning wreckage of trucks in the street.

After only ten minutes of the raid, the city's anti-government soldiers had been completely routed, their rifles and rocket-propelled grenades were a tickle to the armed-to-the-teeth Atlas Corporation security forces, and after the command was sent skyward by a C4, the anti-government resistance began to calm down.

In fact, they could not escape, as the drones in the sky and the B2 robots on the ground accompanying the attack could take care of all the drones in the sky and the B2 droids on the ground accompanying the attack were able to do all the searching, and as the anti-government soldiers themselves had already driven the city's inhabitants out of their homes before the war began, the Atlas security forces were able to open fire without fear.

It took less than an hour to quell the last of the resistance, and with the flat terrain in the south not allowing them to play guerrilla or hide, the rebels now had two options: wait until they ran out of food and starve to death or surrender, or fight to open up a retreat before the Atlas could gain a foothold.

Having had four of their commanders shot by Strucker, the rebels chose the second option.

The road back to the town was now devastated, and the rebels, who had relied on on-road mobility, had to fight their way through the bombardment overhead, with destroyed tanks and armoured vehicles and trucks strewn along the road in a kilometre-long belt of death, broken limbs everywhere, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood and burning ammunition.

One of the war journalists who wanted to interview the rebels lamented: "I thought I had seen hell in the African warlord war, but what I saw in Sokovia made me realise that what I had seen before was just a child's play. I'd love to interview the man who started it all and ask him what he thinks and what he thinks!

As for Ethan's thoughts, Atlas Corporation relies on war to make money, his military operations in Sokovia the UN can only reimburse a very small part of it, that is, the ammunition the Atlas Corporation can produce itself, the oil and metal raw materials have to be paid for but even so, the Atlas Corporation still spent tens of billions of dollars.

Ethan has already figured out how to get the money from the charity foundations in the country after the war. Ethan was already thinking about how to subsidise the Atlas's coffers after the war by getting money from domestic charitable foundations!

Even in the United States, the Boston Consortium's aid package had already been drawn up, helping Sokovia rebuild, then developing agriculture and light industry and tourism, as well as the most favourable tariff policies, which were all in place, and that's why Atlas Corporation had a lot of friends in the country, even though it looked inconspicuous because they all earn together!

While Sokovia was under fire, there was no peace on American soil.

Eight o'clock at night in the United States of America.

A CH-53 Chinook helicopter rose from the grass with a furious whirlwind, and in the cabin, a camouflaged Admiral Ross was looking with satisfaction at the man strapped in handcuffs across from him.

"Are you satisfied now?" Next to the man sat a chestnut-haired woman, no more than 30 years old, who was currently mouthing off at Ross.

"Betty, I'm doing you two a favour!" Ross was also head over heels if any other man had dared to push him like that he would have kicked him off the plane, but this woman was his daughter.

He had gone to all this trouble, moved around several countries and finally managed to get Bruce Banner, but he still didn't dare show any victory in front of his own daughter, he could only put on a breezy face.

"All right, Betty, stop it!" The ever-silent man looked at Rose with no joy or sorrow in his eyes, as if the world had nothing to do with him.

"Bruce!" Betty Rose's eyes were full of tenderness as she wrapped her arms around the other man.

Admiral Rose's blood pressure was soaring as he watched the two of them making out.

"General, something's happened to the lab! Captain Blonsky he ..." came the call from his men on the radio at his hand as Ross was getting tangled up.

"What's wrong with Blonsky?" Hearing that something had happened to his beloved general, Ross hurriedly grabbed the radio and asked.

"Shoot, don't let him come over ... bang bang ... ah ..." the soldier's screams and fierce gunfire came over the radio.

"Hey hey, answer me!" Ross was so distraught that he immediately switched to another channel and called up the rest of his men, "There's a problem at the lab, you guys go check it out!"

The two Humvees with sonic cannons mounted on them immediately turned around, one of them without a hood had two US soldiers in combat armour sitting in the bucket.

"Ahhhhh! Where is he, stop him!" Before they reached the lab, the American soldiers in the Humvee heard a wave of pedestrian shouts and a succession of gunshots from the street ahead.

No sooner had the driver slammed on the brakes than an AST combat armour slammed into a car less than two metres from the Humvee with a brisk wind from the street. The soldier in the AST, though unhurt by the armour's superior construction and shock resistance, was too dazed to alert friendly forces.

"Get out of the car and be on guard!" The officer leading the group jumped down first, loaded the M8A1 rifle in his hand, and sent the second vehicle with the AST to take the lead.

The next second the two AST armour turned into the street one after the other, they were smashed squarely by a blazing car with a high pitched scream, and before either AST could get up they were yanked violently in by something and then another clunk came out.

"Damn it, follow me!" The officer cursed, then ran for the street, only to see a street full of wreckage and soldiers hanging from buildings, as well as a tall running figure leaving.

"Hulk?" The officer wondered if the thing was a different colour to the one he had seen before, but did his duty and picked up his radio.

"General, Hulk's in the street, he's destroyed an entire block! It's now turning towards 121st Street, towards Broadway!"

"How can that be?" Admiral Ross glanced at Bruce Banner, who was sitting obediently in the plane, and a hundred thousand questions flashed through his mind.

"Turn onto Broadway and see what the hell is going on there!" After giving the pilot the word, Ross looked at the innocent-looking Banner and a sudden bad feeling rose in his heart.

Broadway, one of New York's most famous attractions, was scattered with dozens of theatres and was one of the places that every visitor to New York would hit, which meant that it was heavily trafficked!

So when the two-foot-four Abomination appeared on the street, the tourists passing by thought it was some kind of show, and it wasn't until the police who arrived in a frenzy behind the Abomination's ass started shooting that the crowd of foodies realised something was wrong.

"Come and have a fight!" The Abomination grinned as he launched himself at the unlucky cops and passers-by.

The police car was thrown around like a pillow in his hands, and even if one of them tried to drive his car into the other, the other just stomped his foot and the police car flipped a 360-degree circle in the air.

"We've got to stop him!" The two Humvees that arrived in a hurry immediately split into two, one drawing the Abomination's attention with its M60 machine gun, while the other switched on its sonic cannon, ready to shade the other.

Thick lines of fire popped out of the muzzles of the machine guns and struck the Abomination's grey skin and bulging chest bones, bullets that could tear a deer into pieces were like bb shells landing on a sponge pad to the Abomination, the deformed slugs clanking at its feet.

"Change weapons!" The soldier who found no reaction to the bullets at all hastily yanked another RPG from the compartment and fired it off with rough aim.

The moment the white trailing rocket was about to hit the abomination, the other soldier grabbed the rocket with his backhand as if it had eyes, and then gave it a slight squeeze.

The burst of fire and shrapnel still didn't affect him much, but the officer's objective was achieved and the Abomination noticed the cute little bugs.

"Is that all you can do?" Grinning bloodily, the Abomination dropped the crushed-bone cop in his hand and charged at the Humvee in stride.

"Reverse!" The Hummer started at the same time, ramming through the other cars that were in the way behind its ass, driving through an intersection and coming to a stop.

"That's more like it!" The Abomination, who thought his opponent couldn't get away, was smugly preparing to strike hard when out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed another Hummer on the other side of the intersection, and this one had a weapon mounted on it that he was familiar with.

"Fire!" The muzzle of the flared gunshot out invisible infrasound rays that enveloped the abomination.

The resonance of the sound waves caused the abomination to go limp at once, his bursting bruises and muscles twisting and quivering as the gunner increased the power and grey blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"It's working, keep going!" The officer was overjoyed to confirm that it had indeed hurt the big, hideous guy, except he didn't see the other man's blood stop flowing after only a short time, even as the pained expression on his face disappeared.

"No, no, General, Sonic is useless, tell your men to switch to another weapon! Or put me on!" Bruce Banner, who was watching the situation simultaneously through the soldier's helmet camera, sensed that something was wrong and hastily warned.

"Captain, get out of there!" Ross, remembering his own earlier capture of Hulk at Culver University, paled and hastily warned.

But it was too late, as the Abomination, who had already adapted to the attack, made several consecutive jumps to escape the Sonic Cannon's reach, then leapt high into the air, ripped off a neon billboard from a building and plunged down!

"Damn, go to hell, motherfucker!" The brutal death of his comrades enraged the soldiers in the last Humvee, and one soldier who had just gotten into the AST manipulated the tranq machine gun in his right arm and the rocket pod over his shoulder into a barrage of output, however, the abomination froze with his right hand raised against the fire and hammered his fist into the AST armour, smashing the titanium armour into a large crater.

He then grabbed the right leg of the AST armour and used it as a swing to dismantle the Hummer into pieces.

"Unbeatable!" When he was done, Abomination tossed the AST, which was nothing but a skeleton, and then was content to leave when a bright beam of light fell from the sky and knocked him off his feet.

"Hey, silly big guy, when you do something wrong you have to behave and admit it, don't you understand?" The visitor was none other than the flamboyant Tony Stark, who had been at home wondering how to improve his battle armour for the better when a big guy appeared on the news, and without saying a word, Tony Stark, who had developed a superhero addiction, donned his armour and went into battle.

"Huh!" Spotting another guy who wasn't afraid to die, Abomination squeezed a grin out of his face before pouncing on him.

"Oooooh, that's not nice, you are not a good boy!" Stark fired his two-handed repulsion cannon in unison, knocking his opponent back again.

Abomination could only dodge as best he could and then, looking for an opportunity, he copied the truck on the side of the road and slammed it.

Stark was knocked out like a baseball for dozens of metres, wrecking a dozen cars along the way.

"Jarvis, any suggestions?" Shaking his head and standing up, Stark inquired.

"You are advised to use long-range attacks, sir, melee combat is not a good option!"

"I know, but long-range attacks will only tickle him, I need to get this guy under control, I can't let him destroy the city anymore!" After checking the condition of his battle armour, Stark couldn't help but smack his lips a little, he was a bit hung up on his own, he needed to get some help!

Just as Stark was wondering where to find reinforcements, suddenly a figure fell from the sky and smashed into the ground, smashing a large human shape into the concrete path.

"Jarvis, did I see it wrong! Did a man just fall?" While greeting the abomination with his palm cannon, Stark looked over at the large hole, the man who had fallen hadn't moved at all.

"Yes, sir!"

"So is he dead?"

"No, I detected that his vitals are perfectly healthy!"

"Then ... how ..." Before Stark could finish his sentence, another large green man popped out of the large pit and then leaned back with a long wail.

"Uh, what is this today, a transformation party?" Despite the words, though, Stark stopped his attack, he wasn't sure if this new big guy was a friend or foe, but he soon found out!

"Tin Man, go away, Hulk, opponent!" The big green guy undid the ragged pieces of cloth he was wearing and pounced on the Abomination in a big pair of trousers, who pounced just as defiantly.

"Looks like I'm not needed!" Stark couldn't help but mutter as he looked at the two men who were wrestling together.

After the two behemoths touched, the death-defying side of the masses came to the fore. Looking at the fist-to-fist fight, many people stopped running and turned to watch the green and grey battle from a live perspective, before they were knocked out again by the sonic boom generated by the huge power collision.

The violent sound wave directly shattered all glassware for miles around, and also blew away hundreds of people eating the crowd, a scene that made Stark's heart jump and he could only give up his assists to rush to evacuate the crowd.

But despite all the precedent, there was still a lot of people climbing up high into the building and shouting at the top of their lungs to mess with journalists who were broadcasting live.

Ethan was one of those viewers, but his view was from a high-definition satellite in the sky, the kind that was HD and uncoded with live sound quality.

"Recon, what do you think you're going to do about them instead!" Ethan asked as he leaned back in the seat of the armoured car, eating from a box of tinned fruit.

"At the moment I can only try massive firepower, as for our railguns I'm not sure they can penetrate their outer skin after all the RPG isn't too bad, but the guy was unscathed!" Recon said uncertainly..

"So what do you think of this guy!" Ethan pointed to the Hulk who was holding a car up to the floor with the Abomination against each other.

"Wild, tyrannical, and absolutely powerful, I wouldn't want to fight him anyway!"

"Maybe that's the power of green!" Ethan tossed the finished can into a rubbish bag, then picked up another report on Rex's nano research.

In fact, it wasn't as if the Atlas Corporations hadn't researched the subject of human enhancement, but Ethan wasn't too keen on metaphysical things like the super-soldier serum, which were difficult to mass-produce, preferring consumables that could be mass-produced, like Star Wars modifications or assembly line products like SPARTAN-IV, only because the current level of technology in the Atlas Corporations, apart from Samuel Hayden and his student Dr Olivia, the other scientists are still not very good.

This means that they are not expected to come up with any black technology, but they have no problem climbing the technology tree.

Before he met Rex, Ethan's idea of reinforcement relied on external objects, advanced combat armour, powerful weaponry and trained soldiers, and this idea was a little more difficult to implement.

A trained veteran is basically in his 30s, some close to the 40 mark, and although they are very experienced in combat, they are past their peak in terms of physical fitness, and if you choose a strong young man in his 20s, these guys are not stable enough.

The exoskeleton armour may compensate for some of the physical deficiencies, but there is no way to compensate for the neural reactions.

So Ethan looked at Rex's nanometers, but of course, he was thinking not just of injecting soldiers with nanometers, but going further than that, such as nano-bio suits!

Even more than that, Ethan thought even further. If the nano-bio-suit was coupled with an exoskeleton, and the human body was strengthened on top of that, then, I, the Atlas Corporation, would be invincible!

And Rex's plan didn't have to cost him any money, according to Rex, he mentioned it to both McCullen and Hydra, and both sides were happy with the results and allocated him more money for experiments, this feeling of NTRing two people at the same time is really great!

"Oh no, Iron Man has been caught!" The Recon's exclamation interrupted Ethan's train of thoughts about his bright future and he looked back to find that Hulk had somehow been smashed into the wall by Abomination and was struggling, while Stark was like a rag being held in the Abomination's hands and rubbed frantically on the ground, the tawdry spray paint was gone and only the silvery-white undercoat remained.

Stark, who had been thrown a few hundred metres by Abomination, fell heavily to the ground again, stopping in front of a dumbfounded young boy after cutting a trail of sparks across the ground.

"Hey kid, this isn't really much fun here, hurry up and go home!" As he said this, the metal visor on Stark's face fell off from the collision.

"Uh, sorry, but you can keep a secret, can't you!" Stark reacted extremely quickly, tucking the mask back at the moment it fell off.

The little boy nodded before running back into the crowd, and Stark hurried back into the fray, roaring lasers slamming into the Abomination once more.

Though Hulk felt he could handle the opponent in front of him, the Iron Man was doing him a favour by flying around and seized the opportunity to punch Abomination repeatedly, knocking out half of his mouthful of teeth and breaking an arm.

The wounded Abomination could not take it anymore and was knocked backwards and unable to fight back, and with Stark's cold shots, he finally had his neck broken and died!

"Hulk, the strongest!" After defeating Abomination, Hulk let out a long, triumphant whistle and gave Stark a slap on the shoulder, but of course, he controlled the force and just slapped Stark to the ground.

"I understand your joy, but, I think we'd better go in this case!" Looking at the deformed shoulder armour, Stark could only shake his head helplessly before preparing to leave, as he saw his old acquaintance, Admiral Ross, on the plane that was landing.

"Hulk, no, Hulk, say goodbye!" The originally imposing Hulk immediately behaved himself when he saw Betty running down behind Admiral Ross. Betty, with tears in her eyes, tried to touch Hulk's face, but the latter fled away from it all like an electric shock.

"Come on!" Betty instructed the Hulk as she glanced at her father.

And Hulk nodded obediently, then fled the scene quickly along the road, leaving behind a torn Ross.

A bitter drama came to an end, while the audience was still not satisfied.

Ethan turned off the screen and stepped out of his command vehicle, looking out at the wreckage that littered the scene, the main battlefield where the most intense fighting had broken out earlier, where the anti-government forces had to retreat after losing 5,000 men, leaving only a mess in their wake.

"Looks like I've got a bit of time to finish up here before I cross again!" Looking down at his right hand, Ethan noticed a new difference between the golden flames that rose up and the ones before, if the wavering flames had wavered like a candle before, the flames at the moment, had a touch more determination!