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Killing a snake without finishing it off will only lead to getting bitten in return.

If he were to eliminate Alexander Pierce, the "head" of this serpent, it would deal a severe blow to Hydra, which had embedded itself deep within S.H.I.E.L.D.

With such a harsh lesson, Hydra would have to think twice before coming after him again.

For Eren, assassinating Alexander Pierce was undoubtedly a highly cost-effective choice.

After all, not many people in this world knew that Alexander Pierce was secretly one of Hydra's leaders.

Perhaps he could even use this information to his advantage.

After all, the fact that the Secretary of the World Security Council was secretly a Hydra operative plotting to overthrow the world would be an explosive revelation for both the Federation and the entire world.

Eren could already envision the chaos that would ensue.

Once the news was exposed, both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council would be thrown into immense turmoil.

Governments worldwide would undoubtedly cast suspicion on S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council.

To regain trust and secure the massive funding they received each year, these institutions, which were directly tied to Alexander Pierce, would be forced to conduct extensive internal investigations to prove their innocence.

They would root out the spies that Alexander Pierce had planted within their ranks.

Under such circumstances, the remaining Hydra operatives would be forced to dedicate all their energy to surviving this intense scrutiny.

There would be no way they would risk exposing themselves just to take revenge on him.

In this way, Eren would actually gain some peace.

Beyond these benefits, Alexander Pierce's high-profile status as the Secretary of the World Security Council also made it significantly easier for Eren to track him down.

Most of Hydra's senior leaders operated in deep secrecy, keeping their movements well hidden.

Only someone like Alexander Pierce, who frequently attended international conferences, would occasionally expose his whereabouts to the public.

To take down Pierce, Eren simply needed to identify the necessary meetings he was obligated to attend, then use his divination abilities to pinpoint the ideal moment for an attack.

As Eren strategized his approach, Bucky, who was seated across from him, was quietly observing his own body, experiencing the changes brought by his new status as the Instigator.

Since becoming the Instigator, Bucky felt an intense itch spreading throughout his body, especially in his long-lost left arm.

Rolling up his sleeve with his right hand, Bucky was stunned to see a new arm regenerating where his old one had been missing for years.

The freshly grown arm had smooth, tender skin, much like that of a newborn, and faintly, he could see the veins pulsating beneath the surface.

"Hiss...!"

Seeing the newly regrown limb, Bucky's expression was a mix of shock and joy.

As Eren and Bucky's refrigerated transport truck passed through Harlem, the night slowly descended.

At the same time, a massive, sickly yellow creature suddenly appeared in the streets of Harlem, unleashing destruction upon everything in its path.

Emil Blonsky had once been an elite soldier in the special forces, the best of the best.

Nearing forty years of age, he had amassed a wealth of combat experience and an illustrious career. If not for his insatiable thirst for battle—the exhilarating rush of combat—he would have long been promoted.

With his wall-full of military honors, Blonsky could have easily risen to the rank of Federal Colonel, joining the ranks of the Federation's high-ranking officers.

Not long ago, he had accepted an invitation from General Ross to embark on a secret mission in Brazil—to capture a fugitive scientist.

At first, Blonsky thought it would be an easy, almost vacation-like task.

After all, capturing an unarmed scientist couldn't be that difficult, right?

But reality proved him entirely wrong.

Right before his eyes, the supposedly weak scientist transformed into a towering, muscle-bound behemoth over two meters tall.

Bullets that should have been lethal did nothing against this monster.

Even the anti-tank rocket launcher he had placed his hopes on failed to stop its rampage.

For the first time, Blonsky felt fear.

This was not a foe that humans could fight against!

Yet, even as fear gripped him, he couldn't help but feel a deep fascination with the Hulk's overwhelming power and indestructible body.

At the same time, an intense jealousy toward Bruce Banner began to take root in his heart.

Why did that frail coward get to possess such immense power, while he—despite dedicating his life to battle—could only watch his own strength wane with age?

Driven by envy and frustration, Blonsky accepted General Ross's offer without hesitation and injected himself with a recreated version of the Super Soldier Serum developed by Dr. Abraham Erskine during World War II.

Of course, the version he received was not the same as Captain America's genuine serum—it was a knockoff.

Even so, it drastically enhanced his strength, speed, and agility, far surpassing his prime.

But even with these enhancements, Blonsky was still utterly defeated by the Hulk.

His near-superhuman strength was meaningless against the Hulk's overwhelming might. If not for the Super Soldier Serum, he would have been crushed to death in a single punch.

Enraged by his own powerlessness, his thirst for strength grew even stronger.

Determined to surpass the Hulk, he took an even greater risk, injecting himself with a second, much larger dose of the serum.

This further enhanced his body, pushing his strength and healing capabilities to even greater heights—but it also began to deform his spine.

Even though he had become stronger, he knew it was still far from enough to rival the Hulk.

But fate gave him another chance.

During another attempt to capture Banner, he unexpectedly found Dr. Samuel Sterns, the scientist treating Banner, and managed to obtain a vial of the Hulk's gamma-irradiated blood.

Driven by his unrelenting hunger for power, Blonsky forced Sterns to inject him with the Hulk's blood.

In the end, Blonsky both succeeded... and failed.

The Hulk's irradiated blood reacted unpredictably with the Super Soldier Serum in his body, granting him the immense power he had longed for.

But it also mutated him into something far worse—a grotesque, monstrous being even more terrifying than the Hulk.

Yet none of that mattered to Blonsky.

At this moment, only one thought occupied his mind—to find the Hulk and defeat him, once and for all.

To lure him out, Blonsky, now the Abomination, rampaged through Harlem, showcasing his newfound godlike strength by tearing apart anyone who dared to challenge him.

"Come out, Hulk, you coward! Get out here!"

Roaring, he hurled a car into a storefront, smashing it to pieces as he sought to provoke Bruce Banner.

The Abomination's rampage through the streets of Harlem caused widespread destruction, paralyzing multiple blocks.

Within minutes, reporters from all over New York flocked to the scene, broadcasting the chaos live.

At this moment, journalists displayed remarkable courage, risking their lives to deliver the story.

To them, breaking news was far more important than their own safety.

But thanks to their reckless determination, the world soon came to understand the sheer terror of the Abomination.

"Oh my God! What is that monster? Is it a demon straight from hell?!"

"Damn it, my daughter works in Harlem! God, please let her be safe!"

"Where's Iron Man? Why hasn't he shown up yet to stop this thing? At this rate, Harlem will be completely destroyed!"

With no one to stop him, the Abomination's destructive rampage continued to escalate.

Even the damage caused by Obadiah Stane's Iron Monger armor paled in comparison.

Unlike Stane, who had a clear target, Blonsky was fueled purely by his thirst for destruction.

...

Meanwhile, inside Tony Stark's mansion, an alarm blared.

Tony, busy upgrading his Mark IV Armor, frowned as his work was interrupted.

"What is it, J.A.R.V.I.S.?"

"Sir, a major crisis is unfolding in Harlem..."

J.A.R.V.I.S. then projected live footage of the Abomination's rampage, as well as news broadcasts covering the event.

Seeing the monstrous face on the screen, Tony scowled.

"Ugh, that thing is so ugly, I almost lost my dinner."

"Apologies, sir..."

J.A.R.V.I.S. quickly pixelated the face before continuing.

"This creature, temporarily designated as 'Abomination,' has already caused 67 confirmed deaths and over a hundred injuries, with numbers rising..."

Tony's expression darkened.

Meanwhile, overwhelmed by guilt, Bruce Banner finally made his decision.

Leaping from a helicopter, he plunged into the chaos.

Pain and near-death reawakened the Hulk.

In the next instant— Hulk had arrived!

(End of Chapter)

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