I'm really not a superman in Marvel

Back in time a few days ago.

"General, the serum has been completed, but due to the scarcity of materials, only one copy was made..."

In General Ross's office, his chief researcher held a small bag in both hands and handed it to General Ross.

"However, I'm not sure about its safety and effectiveness..."

The man in white said hesitantly.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this." General Ross opened the bag, took out the serum and looked at it carefully.

The serum is dark red in color which is beautiful like onyx.

Compared with its appearance, the possible power contained in it is more fascinating.

"Then should we use it on Bronski? It may kill him, but in terms of success rate, he should be the most suitable candidate..."

"No." General Ross shook his head, "We have more suitable candidates."

After experiencing Bronski's two failures, Rose has been very disappointed in him.

He thought of the big green guy—the Hulk.

If it is used for him, it must be able to defeat Lynch, right?
Defeat Lynch by injecting the Hulk with the serum, so that you can get more serum materials.

Capture the Hulk, inject the serum, and kill Lynch. In this way, the ultimate soldier plan of his dreams will be completely successful.

As for himself, he will also thoroughly wash away the humiliation brought to him by the two of them.

There was fanaticism in General Ross' eyes.

Bruce Banner, where the hell are you?
Lynch, this time you must die with pain and regret!
……

Toilet.

Bronski, topless, stares at himself in the mirror.

Thin, gloomy, and hideous.

Like a monster.

Not long ago, Bronski once again applied to General Ross for the use of that precious serum.

However, he was rejected again.

Although General Ross kept saying that he was thinking about his own safety, his indifference and disappointment showed everything without any concealment.

General Ross doesn't believe me anymore!

Bronski thought bitterly.

Damn Ross!
He actually thinks I'm not qualified to use the serum!
Damn Hulk and Lynch!

Damn everything!
Gradually, loathing twisted Bronski's mind.

He hated Hulk and Lynch, hated that they beat him again and again, crushing himself mercilessly like an ant.

He hated his comrades-in-arms and Rose around him. They didn't believe in him, they didn't help him, and now they often looked at him like a monster.

He loathes himself, hates his own weakness and powerlessness, and is unable to resist in front of a strong enemy, allowing his self-esteem to be trampled and torn to pieces time and time again.

Bronski clenched his fists, his thin body was bent, and a row of terrifying steel spines were clearly visible on his back.

monster?

What if you can gain power, the power to destroy everything, and turn into a monster?
Enemies, comrades-in-arms, Ross...

If possible, I would destroy all of these!
"Drip, drip."

The communicator rang, Bronski took it out and looked, and squeezed out a smile on his gloomy face.

That was the call to action message.

They found Hulk, at a Ph.D. who studies gamma technology.

……

During the arrest operation, Bronski, who came to Dr. Stern's residence, suddenly thought, if this scientist can cure Banner and destroy Hulk, can he also create Hulk?
If only I could gain that power...

For a moment, the desire for power overwhelmed Bronski's mind. He violated the order and rushed directly into the room where the three of Banner were.

Seeing Banner, he couldn't restrain the anger in his heart at all, rushed forward, pushed Ross away, grabbed Banner and roared fiercely, turning Banner into Hulk.

But Banner was sedated and couldn't transform into Hulk at all.

So he could only angrily beat Banner unconscious, and his comrades came in and took Banner...

Then--
"boom!"

The shot rang out, and Bronski stood up from behind his fallen comrade.

"Why are you always hitting people?"

Stern asked frantically.

Bronski impatiently put the gun to his head.

"What did I do to annoy you?"

Stern was still chattering nonchalantly.

"It's not what you do, it's what you do," Bronski said coldly, "I want what you distilled from Banner."

Stern looked at Bronski and gradually discovered something.

"Looks like you've been injected with something."

"I want more, and you saw him turn into the Hulk too."

"Yes, it's perfect, like a god."

Stern had an obsessive admiration on his face.

"I want to be like that too! I want you to make me like that!"

"I don't know what's in your body, it might become..." Stern hesitated, "It's a big disaster!"

Bronski's anger rose from his heart, and he grabbed Stern and lifted it above his head.

"I didn't say I didn't agree." Stern was held up in the air, breathing hard, and said with difficulty, "I just need your consent, and you agreed."

Stern compromised.

A few minutes later, Stern's lab.

Bronski was lying on the chair, and Stern inserted a can of "Mr. Green 14.56% Potency" blood into the device and started it.

Blood entered Bronski's body as the apparatus ran.

A touch of green quickly emerged from Bronski's body, and then became brighter and brighter.

The green light shone in the room, and the instruments were affected and malfunctioned one after another. No matter how Stern operated, he couldn't control it.

Bronski roared, Gamma's power mixed with the negative emotions in his heart caused his body to expand rapidly, and hideous flesh thorns grew out of his body.

A moment later, a gray-green monster with a row of huge thorns on its back, taller and stronger than Hulk, appeared.

Pushing Stern to the ground casually, it let out a rough and low laugh.

Its name is hatred, it is more powerful and perfect than Hulk, and it hates all the horrible existences in the world.

It is not as low-intelligent and brainless as the Hulk, but perfectly possesses human intelligence.

Because of this, its heart is full of hatred for everything just like its name.

It hates the Hulk, it hates Banner, it hates Ross.

Hate everything that brings it pain and anger.

This time, with such power, it vows to destroy everything it hates!

Soon, the abomination rushed out of the laboratory, and no one could stop it.

It is full of anger and kills its former comrades-in-arms. Its huge strength makes him throw the car like a toy. Its huge and tough body smashes everything that blocks it on its way.

Soon, the bustling streets of Brooklyn, New York, became a living hell.

Blood is spreading, flames are burning, and people are fleeing here screaming.

Two soldiers drove a car and rushed to the scene against the flow of people. They seized the opportunity and fired a shot at it with a bazooka.

But what frightened the two of them was that Abomination quickly turned around, grabbed the cannonball casually, and slapped it fiercely on the head.

There was an explosion, but the Abomination was unscathed.

It roared, ran a few steps in front of the two soldiers, raised the car and threw it at the two soldiers.

"Give me a stronger opponent!"