Don't Make Me Angry

Before he knew it, Bruce had run to the factory where he usually worked. He looked back but couldn't see the person who'd been chasing him. It seemed he'd finally shaken him off.

Bruce's heart was pounding like a war drum. He glanced at the reading on his pulse monitor: it had already reached 180. If it went over 200, he would turn into the Hulk.

"Feel the calm..." Bruce thought back to the yoga he'd learned and tried hard to calm himself down. At last, the reading on his pulse monitor dropped to 150.

He knew he couldn't stay here. He had to leave Rio de Janeiro as soon as possible and find a new place to hide.

But before he could run out of the factory gates, he collided head-on with someone, nearly knocking him to the ground.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head?" The man turned around and snapped.

"Oh no. You've got to be kidding me." Bruce looked utterly resigned.

The man in front of him was a local thug who worked at the factory, just like him. The thug was always hitting on another girl at work, and Bruce had once stepped in to rescue her, which had left the man furious with him.

Why had Bruce run into him here tonight? Because he was stealing drinks from the factory. It wasn't the first time.

Bruce saw the drink in the man's hand. He didn't want to get involved, but two men behind him grabbed him. Of course the thief hadn't come alone; the thug had brought two lackeys with him.

"Well, well. We meet again, punk." The thug glared at him.

Bruce looked around, hoping to seize a chance to escape. It wasn't that he was afraid of these thugs; he was worried the Hulkbuster Team might track him down here.

But the thug had no intention of letting him go. Two of the men grabbed Bruce by the arms, while the thug yanked hard, snapping one of the straps on Bruce's backpack and flinging it away.

"My computer!" Bruce cried. It contained important research—the key to curing Gamma Radiation poisoning.

The two men roughly pinned him against the wall. The thug walked over and said coldly, "I've hated you for a long time. And now you've run into us here? Too bad for you!"

Bruce struggled with all his might to break free. At the same time, his heart raced, and the reading on his pulse monitor kept climbing.

"Don't make me angry." Bruce fought down his rage and tried to explain. "When I get angry, I become terrifying!"

The thug looked unconcerned. "You're terrifying when you're angry? I'm terrifying when I'm angry. Beat the hell out of him!"

"Are you sure he's in there?" Blonsky asked.

"I saw him run inside." William nodded.

Outside the factory gates, the Hulkbuster Team had finally regrouped.

The arrest operation began. Bruce used his familiarity with the layout and his parkour skills to leave them far behind.

Blonsky had been sure they were about to lose track of Bruce, but William had kept chasing after him and sending them updates, allowing them to gather at the factory gates.

Blonsky hadn't paid much attention to the blond young man before, but now he figured William was probably the fittest of all these young men. He'd been running for so long without getting tired.

The other members of the Hulkbuster Team were panting as if they were about to pass out. They reminded Blonsky of himself ten years ago, when he'd been young.

Of course, if he'd known William was using Sprint to cheat, he probably wouldn't have thought so.

"Everyone, put on your night-vision goggles! Shoot as soon as you spot the target!" Blonsky ordered. The factory was pitch-black, and they could barely see what was in front of them. They all put on their night-vision goggles, raised their guns, and moved forward.

But they hadn't gone far when they heard a commotion nearby. They hurried toward it and, through a shattered window, saw Bruce being beaten by the thug and his two lackeys.

"That'll teach you to meddle!"

The thug kicked Bruce in the back, and his two lackeys joined in, raining blows on him. Bruce covered his head with his arms. His heart pounded faster and faster, and the reading on his pulse monitor was nearing its limit.

Just then, Bruce saw something through a shattered window behind him: a line of men in black, fully armed and wearing night-vision goggles. More importantly, they had their guns trained on them!

"You can't imagine what's about to happen. Believe me, you'll regret this." Bruce wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll regret it?" The thug sneered. "You're the one who should regret it!"

As he spoke, he suddenly punched Bruce in the face. The blow sent Bruce crashing to the ground. The thug and his lackeys laughed arrogantly, never realizing what they'd done wrong.

198... 199... 200!

The pulse monitor's alarm shrilled. The moment the reading passed 200, Bruce, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

They were green eyes, like a beast waking from its slumber.

"Now you know what happens when you mess with me?" the thug sneered, raising his foot to kick Bruce again.

But he hadn't expected his foot to hit something like an iron wall. Before he could react, something in the darkness grabbed his leg and dragged him into it!

"What happened?" Blonsky looked stunned. Even with their night-vision goggles, they couldn't make out what was going on, so they took them off.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of William's mouth. He knew the real show was about to begin.

The thug's two lackeys were just as bewildered. They nervously walked forward, when suddenly a shadow flew out of the darkness. It was their boss!

The thug screamed as he shot through the air like a thrown baseball, smashed through a window, and slammed hard into the wall.

"Roar!"

A beastlike roar rang out as a huge figure emerged from the darkness. The two lackeys jumped in fright and ran. Blonsky raised his gun and took aim—or rather, he aimed at the thing pursuing them.

One of the two lackeys was too slow. The thing caught him, and after a scream, all that remained was one shoe, rolling across the ground.

"What the hell is that?" Blonsky was tense, sweat trickling down his forehead. This wasn't what he'd expected. It seemed the enemy they had to face wasn't Bruce, but some other terrifying creature.

"Sir, we've spotted an unidentified object," Blonsky reported.

"That's your target! Open fire with the tranquilizer guns!" General Ross shouted over the radio.

At General Ross's command, the Hulkbuster Team launched a fierce assault, sending a storm of Sleep Darts toward the thing.

But the darts bounced off its body as if they'd hit an iron plate. Even the dart tips bent on impact.

"Something's wrong! Use live rounds!" Blonsky shouted.

A huge figure charged toward them through the darkness. Even the ground shook violently beneath it. The Hulkbuster Team attacked as they retreated.

Bullets flew, shattering the drink bottles around them, but the enemy didn't seem to fear even real bullets. It kept walking toward them, step by step.

"Stay away from me..." A low, furious voice came from the darkness.

The Hulkbuster Team stared tensely into the darkness before them. To everyone's utter shock, the thing finally revealed its true form!

Torbjorn's daughter got an update, but I can never get her when I play. Ugh!