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Blonsky wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was quite smart.
He realized that this world was quite different from the one he had known for the past forty years.
If an unknown woman like Daisy could fight and fly, how many other powerful people might be lurking? Could there be someone strong enough to defeat him in an instant?
He was prepared to have a few words with Daisy, to understand his own strength.
However, Daisy didn't waste any time chatting with him. This guy seemed to have a fire burning inside him, emitting a burnt smell constantly. His body was drenched in sweat as if he had been roasted, and there was even a faint odor.
Even in mid-air, she could still smell the burnt odor. Seeing that the Hulk was about to catch up to her, she teleported away from Blonsky's sight.
"Roar!" The Hulk, jumping over once again, couldn't spot Daisy's figure. He looked around and immediately noticed Blonsky.
The chemistry between the two was extremely poor, belonging to the type where there was no grudge, but they just couldn't stand each other.
Now that the Hulk could feel that the other guy had stolen his blood, it felt like a child had snatched away his favorite toy. He felt insulted.
Enraged, he targeted Blonsky, wanting to deal with this thief first before going after Daisy.
Fortunately, Blonsky was also targeting him. To claim the title of the strongest, he abandoned his dignity and all aspects of his past life, just to ensure that both sides had an equal footing for a fair fight.
After landing, the Hulk took a couple of steps for momentum and then fiercely punched Blonsky.
Thanks to Daisy, he had done this move dozens or even hundreds of times already, and it was now extremely proficient. His whole body exuded a kind of violent aesthetic.
Blonsky, on the other hand, was a bit lacking. Even though he had trained for more than 20 years, he had never done this kind of charge-and-punch attack before.
His proud skills were useless. He was not as familiar with his strength as the Hulk was.
With an incomplete transformation, lack of experience, and poor control over his strength, these three factors accumulated into a disadvantage. And now, the Hulk was angrier than ever, and the first move between the two ended with the Hulk's complete victory.
Blonsky's fist hit the Hulk's chest as if it were nothing, while the Hulk aimed a punch at Blonsky's head, nearly knocking him out.
Feeling that his opponent was somewhat weak, the Hulk shook his head and muttered a couple of words, babbling something akin to "You're weak."
Although the future Hulk could chat and joke around with Thor, the God of Thunder, the current one was still quite immature, like a newborn child, not knowing how to speak or even wanting to.
After orienting himself, he prepared to continue chasing after Daisy.
"How... dare you! ...look down on me!" Blonsky struggled to get up, feeling dizzy. His original sense of pride was once again defeated, but the anger in the Hulk's blood finally woke up, fueled by both his anger towards the enemy and himself.
With his rationality completely gone, he abandoned all tactics and combat skills he had learned over the past twenty years. He only wanted to use his most primitive strength to have a good fight.
Reaching out, he grabbed a lawnmower from the roadside and smashed it on the back of the Hulk's head with a "thud." Then, taking advantage of the opponent's slow reaction, he punched continuously, sending the Hulk crashing into a commercial office building.
The Hulk was dazed by the onslaught, simultaneously feeling the blood inside Blonsky's body, which belonged to him, starting to boil.
He forgot all about chasing Daisy, with his sole focus now on killing Blonsky.
Neither of them made any defensive moves; it was simply a matter of exchanging punches. They relied on their bodies to withstand each other's blows, with the victor being whoever could endure until the end.
The office building was destroyed in less than half a minute due to the aftermath of their attacks. The walls collapsed, causing the entire building to tilt.
The night, which should have been quiet, was now unusually noisy due to their battle. Buildings were collapsing, cars were turned into scrap metal, and more civilians lay in pools of blood awaiting medical assistance.
As the scale of the battle escalated, more and more attention was drawn to the area.
Nick Fury and Black Widow had converged, and Daisy, hiding in the shadows, could see a lot of media presence.
Several major broadcasting companies had sent helicopters to prepare for live coverage.
"Shouldn't we do something?" Coulson's conscience was much clearer than the other three. Faced with the gruesome scene before him, he couldn't bear to just stand by and watch.
Natasha, also known as Black Widow, was certainly not a good person, and Nick Fury, was even more so. His heart had turned black. Daisy had been maintaining high-speed movement, and she was exhausted. None of the three paid any attention to Coulson.
If only Captain America were here, Coulson couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The reporters came and went quickly. On one hand, the scene was too terrifying; while Black Widow could control the aircraft to avoid flying debris, the pilots of those TV stations didn't have this skill. Seeing one CNN helicopter get hit on the tail and staggeringly crash to the ground, they quickly pulled up to a higher altitude in panic.
On the other hand, under pressure from the Department of Defense, several major media outlets were pressured to stop filming. The military's stance was extremely tough: if you continue filming, American soldiers will go to the TV station and declare martial law!
Fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan was challenging, but when it came to fighting their own people, they were all experts...
With the troublemaking reporters gone, and under strong pressure from the government, the military sent troops to help evacuate civilians.
In practice, the effect was minimal. Just as they finished clearing the east side, the two big gentlemen jumped to the north to fight. Once the north was evacuated, they went to the south.
In short, it was chaos.
"How the fuck was this thing created? Doesn't S.H.I.E.L.D. have surveillance and risk prevention responsibilities?" The time to use the anti-Hulk ultimate biological weapon hadn't arrived yet, with nothing to do, Daisy asked Nick Fury, pointing at the Hulk below.
She had always been curious. S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of responsibilities but not much power, at least not overtly.
Wasn't the establishment of S.H.I.E.L.D. meant to prevent accidents or prevent humans from getting themselves killed?
In her opinion, if supervision were effective, experiments like creating the Hulk wouldn't happen.
Nick Fury sighed. Facing a few trusted people, he spoke some rare truth. "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s organization is spread all over the world. Agent Johnson, tell me, which country should S.H.I.E.L.D. monitor? Or should it monitor everyone? We don't have that much manpower."
"The government demands that we disclose the names of our agents, and the military wants to inspect our secret weapons. There is no basis of trust between the two sides. Under these circumstances, them developing some biological weapons in secret is a tacit understanding rule."
It could be seen that under internal and external troubles, Nick Fury was having a very hard time holding this messy situation together. Perhaps he also realized the crisis S.H.I.E.L.D. was facing, and the rampant embezzlement of funds and materials, establishing bases worldwide, was just a precautionary measure.
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