Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI

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

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.

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