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Ross frowned at the scene before him. In his mind, a one-versus-two fight should at least be evenly matched, but here Smith Dole was pummeling the two green giants as if an adult were smacking around a pair of kids.

The Abomination, dazed and seated on the ground, recovered enough to swing a massive palm at Smith, hoping to swat him away.

But with such a vast gap in raw power, Smith easily sensed the attack and sidestepped it. In the next instant, he reappeared in front of the Abomination and smashed a fist into his face.

Boom!

To his surprise, the punch didn't blow the creature's head clean off. Smith raised an eyebrow — the Abomination might not be as strong as the Hulk, but his durability was on par.

The Abomination twisted his head, spitting out a few broken teeth.

Then a blast of wind slammed into Smith from behind, sending him sliding back — Hulk had arrived, clapping his hands together to create a shockwave.

The Abomination smirked, glad for the backup. By now, Blonsky had regained control over his own body, the violent, unthinking rage battered out of him by Smith's earlier blows.

Seeing Smith shoved back, Hulk grew excited, pounding his hands together again to launch more gusts of wind. The Abomination copied him, adding his own claps to the assault.

…

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Triskelion headquarters, Nick Fury was still on duty after receiving intel on Bruce Banner.

Deputy Director Maria Hill pushed into his office holding a tablet.

"Nick, we have a situation."

Onscreen, the Abomination was rampaging down a street, with Smith Dole stepping in to confront him.

"Where is this?" Fury asked.

"Broadway," Hill replied.

Fury's tone sharpened. "What's the current situation?"

"Unclear. The monster isn't Banner, but military units are present, including General Ross's helicopter — he's confirmed on-site."

"Get me Ross."

…

In the helicopter, a communications officer spoke up. "General, incoming signal from S.H.I.E.L.D."

Ross took the headset.

"General Ross, on Broadway—"

Ross cut Fury off mid-sentence. "This is under military jurisdiction. It's a U.S. internal matter. You have no authority here. If you've got a problem, take it up with the Pentagon."

Without waiting for a reply, Ross disconnected. He had no intention of letting S.H.I.E.L.D. get involved — if they found out there were two Hulks, they'd try to take one.

Turning to a soldier, Ross ordered, "Get the troops together faster. And check the area for anyone from the League of Assassins or Capsule Corporation — Smith Dole doesn't just show up without a reason. I need a word with them."

"It may take some time, sir," the soldier replied.

Ross said nothing more, focusing on the live feed.

…

Back at S.H.I.E.L.D., Fury slammed the receiver down. "Motherf—!"

He'd had enough of the military stonewalling him. And to hang up on him now, in the middle of a public disaster? Ross would regret it — Fury would see to that.

Hill stayed silent, avoiding eye contact.

After a moment, Fury said, "Send agents to Broadway. We need our own intel. If Ross doesn't want our help, fine — just record the damage and civilian impact. If he wants to hog the glory, he can take the heat too. And find out why Smith Dole's there — last time it was because of Tony, so what's the reason now?"

Hill started making calls as Fury headed out.

…

Back in the fight, Hulk and the Abomination's wind attacks weren't just battering Smith — they were wreaking havoc on the street. Cars, streetlights, and debris were hurled away; the already-ruined pavement was shredded even further.

Standing in the gale, Smith smiled.

"Not enough. Still too weak. Can't you put in more effort? This is like a gentle breeze."

Blonsky's arms blurred as he clapped, but his strength wasn't increasing. Hulk, however, was feeding off the taunts, his blows growing stronger, his claps now laced with sonic shockwaves.

Smith was pleased. Before, he'd been careful about letting Hulk get too angry, but now he wanted to see just how far the giant could go.

"That's it — let the storm come harder!"

He didn't notice it yet, but his Saiyan battle instinct was taking over. He was craving a real fight.

The Abomination, back in control of himself, saw that their combined efforts weren't hurting Smith at all. Realizing the battle was pointless, he stopped his attacks.

(End of Chapter)

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