The doctors' diagnosis had been like a verdict, sentencing him to a suspended death penalty. Surviving at all had already been a miracle.
Yet the miracle had truly happened, and it had far exceeded expectations.
According to the latest medical report, Blonsky's body had not only suffered no lasting aftereffects, but had instead displayed physiological indicators beyond those of an ordinary person.
His bone density had increased abnormally, his muscle tissue regenerated at an astonishing rate, and even his heart function was several times stronger than that of a normal person.
All of this pointed to an unbelievable conclusion—Blonsky had, to some extent, been "altered."
When General Ross had injected Blonsky with the Super Soldier Serum, he had merely been treating a dead horse as if it were alive. He had not expected it to succeed, much less work so well!
A surge of uncontrollable excitement rose from the depths of General Ross's heart.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. "How do you feel, Blonsky?"
Blonsky slowly opened his eyes, and complex emotions flickered within them.
He tried moving his body. Though it was still somewhat stiff, he could clearly feel the power surging through him.
"I feel great, General Ross."
A reborn toughness showed through his voice. "Also, I'm very angry. Right now, I want to find that guy again and have another proper fight with him!"
At those words, the corner of General Ross's mouth lifted in an imperceptible smile.
This was exactly what he had hoped for: a thirst for power, an unyielding drive to face challenges.
He knew that "that guy" Blonsky spoke of was Hulk, the Green Giant born from an accidental fusion involving the Super Soldier Serum.
Hulk's power had always been the treasure General Ross dreamed of,