As a general, Ross considered his personal cultivation quite high; he had long since learned to keep his emotions from showing.
Yet Nick Fury's sudden stab in the back still enraged him enough to spit out several curses, his palm slamming the desk with loud bangs.
"Hulk is my prey. If I can't succeed, then no one else can either!"
After two years of pursuit, failure after failure, and enduring repeated attacks from the military, Congress, and the public, Ross had already come to regard Hulk as his personal possession.
It could be said that General Ross's political future had become bound to Hulk's fate.
It would not be an exaggeration to call it nurturing a threat to preserve his own importance!
Though he had failed time and again and been left utterly humiliated by Hulk, that was precisely what proved his point correct—
Hulk's power was extraordinarily great. The military needed Hulk, and capturing him held immense promise!
Before Banner became a monster, he had been Ross's prospective son-in-law. No one understood his character and talents better than Ross did.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. truly tried to recruit him through gentler means, the chances of success would be very, very high!
That was something Ross could never permit!
Without comparison, there could be no harm. If S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited Hulk without lifting a finger, then what had all the more than one billion dollars in funding he spent—and all those soldiers killed by Hulk—amounted to?
A joke?!
He would not allow it. He absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen!
"Send Captain Blonsky to me!"
"Yes, sir."
Captain Blonsky, the future Abomination, had originally been an old soldier in his forties. He held an extreme reverence for personal strength.
But time spared no one. At the "advanced age" of forty,