This is the Hulk you wanted

"Hey, big guy, what the hell are you doing?"

Watching Bruce Banner twitching, a soldier on guard below asked curiously.

"Who knows? He's been babbling non-stop just now, as if someone was in front of him, even though there's no one there."

Another soldier chimed in. In his opinion, the Hulk was definitely crazy, General Ross's plan was hopeless, and he might even be dismissed.

Who knew where they, the common soldiers, would be assigned afterward.

Of course, he hoped the Hulk wouldn't come back.

Every time they fought this green behemoth, they were cannon fodder, and they might not even get a pension if they died.

No one was stupid. Being able to fire a few shots at the green behemoth was already doing their duty to General Ross.

"Guys, should we tell General Ross? The Hulk looks a bit off."

The first soldier couldn't help but say, he was scared looking at the Hulk like this.

What if he transformed again? Even if they were prepared, it was hard to say if they could handle the big guy.

"Forget it. Reporting such a trivial matter to him? I don't want to get yelled at. Besides, he's still explaining things to his superiors. Where would he have the time to listen to our boring reports?"

Just as the soldiers were chattering, confused and terrified by Bruce Banner's abnormal state, A change quietly occurred. With a low and long roar, In the soldiers' terrified eyes, Bruce Banner's body began to undergo earth-shattering changes.

His body suddenly swelled, just like before.

However, unlike before, his skin was no longer just green, but covered by a layer of flowing dark red patterns. These patterns moved on his skin like living things, releasing heart-pounding energy fluctuations with every pulse.

He was no longer a green behemoth, but a red one.

Perhaps, he could be called the Red Hulk?

His muscles swelled to an unprecedented extent, each one like steel forged in magma, full of explosive power, with a stronger tension than he had shown before.

"No! He's transforming!" a trembling soldier exclaimed, his voice filled with undisguised terror.

The surrounding soldiers retreated, their weapons shaking.

They were all veterans who had participated in suppressing the Hulk. Once the Hulk completely lost control, this military base would be reduced to ruins.

Everyone present, without exception, would be blessed by Yahweh if they could even have a whole corpse.

The ropes that could restrain Banner could not restrain Khorne's Champion Warrior. Banner easily broke free from the ropes.

But as soon as he landed, a giant cage descended from the sky, directly covering Banner.

"Guys, don't worry, this is the cage General specifically prepared to trap that beast. He. He can't get out!"

As soon as the words fell, the soldier's voice was drowned out by a deafening sound of tearing metal.

Banner was seen grabbing the iron bars and tearing them apart with force, as if he could easily crush steel.

The cage twisted and deformed under his violent struggles, metal fragments splashing everywhere, like fireworks, drawing dazzling arcs in the air.

"Buddy, we should..."

The soldier was about to resist, but before he could finish speaking, he looked around. The positions where his brothers had been standing were now empty.

"Perhaps, I should leave too."

The soldier said blankly, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Banner tore the cage apart with a single pull, and then a pair of large hands covered the soldier's head.

"Banner, perhaps, there's been a misunderstanding between us?"

This sentence became his last words in this world.

"I told you, the Hulk is still here, my research hasn't failed!"

General Ross roared in exasperation, hanging up the phone.

His idiotic superior was questioning him over mere rumors.

Creating a Super Soldier wasn't easy, nor was it cheap.

He had already captured Bruce Banner, and he believed the research would yield results soon.

As long as Bruce Banner transformed into the Hulk again, everything would be alright!

"General, General, it's bad, it's bad!"

A soldier rushed into General Ross's office in a panic.

"What is it? Why are you in such a hurry!" General Ross frowned, glaring unhappily at the intruding soldier, but a sense of foreboding inexplicably rose in his heart.

"General, the Hulk... no, it's the Red Hulk! Bruce Banner, he... he escaped the cage and is now rampaging through the base!" the soldier reported, panting, his voice filled with obvious fear.

"What?! Red Hulk?" General Ross's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, and he stood up abruptly, scattering documents all over the floor.

What followed was a surge of ecstasy. Whether it was the Hulk or the Red Hulk, as long as he could turn into a giant, that was enough. However, the cage couldn't hold it?

"Yes, General! His skin turned dark red, his strength is even greater than before, and he easily tore apart the cage!" the soldier explained anxiously, his eyes filled with terror.

General Ross's heart sank to the bottom, recovering from his initial surprise.

He realized the situation was far more serious than he had imagined. If the Red Hulk's power was truly this terrifying, then the entire base, and even the entire plan, could face a devastating blow.

As the soldiers reported intermittently, General Ross understood one thing.

All the measures he had taken to prevent the Hulk from going berserk had failed. He hadn't expected this big guy could change color.

"General, we have to leave here!" an adjutant rushed in and pulled General Ross to run outside. But General Ross seemed nailed to the spot, his eyes filled with both unwillingness and despair.

"No, I can't leave. My research, my Super Soldier plan... cannot be destroyed like this!"

He muttered to himself, but was immediately dragged out of the office by the adjutant.

As soon as he stepped out of the office, his body trembled, and the unease in his heart erupted.

A pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him.

This was the first time. The first time, the distance between Ross and Banner was only ten meters.

This short ten-meter distance could not protect Ross. His fate, at this moment, would be controlled by the Hulk he regarded as hope, no, the Red Hulk.

Now, Banner was approaching Ross step by step, and with his large hand, he covered Ross's head.