To gain great power, Blonsky sought out General Ross, who brought out the serum they had been studying for a long time.
They had told Blonsky the serum was stable, but that was just a lie. Ross had no idea what its side effects might be. Seeing how desperately Blonsky wanted power, he decided to let him take the risk.
Blonsky needed two injections: one deep into the muscle, the other into the bone marrow. The doctor had warned him that the second shot would hurt, but he had never imagined it would hurt this much.
In all his years in the military, Blonsky had suffered every kind of wound, but he had never felt pain like this. It was as if the needle had pierced his very soul.
Perhaps this was when his soul first began to descend into depravity.
Whatever the case, it was all worth it, because he had truly gained power. The unstable serum had strengthened his body, multiplying his strength, speed, and stamina.
When the soldiers had chased Bruce earlier, Blonsky had actually been at the front. He was incredibly fast and had left the rest of them far behind.
He had almost caught up with Bruce when Ross told him to hold back and wait for orders.
Now, at last, it was his turn to enter the fight.
The sky was overcast, and thunder rumbled overhead. It looked like rain was on the way. Blonsky walked forward with a grenade launcher in hand, a confident smile playing on his lips.
For the first time, Blonsky possessed such immense power. He felt an endless tide of strength surging through his body—strength that far surpassed what he had possessed ten years ago.
Even if Captain America stood right in front of him, he wouldn't be afraid.