American comics: Omniscient and omnipotent, starting from the melting pot of concepts.

An ordinary trade fair has escalated into an extremely serious international diplomatic incident.

Someone always has to take the blame.

"Damn it!"

"Find a way to get Bronsky to take Hulk away from Manhattan, or else send him to meet his maker!"

Ross was furious and started yelling.

He knew about the Osborne Fair and that so many high-ranking officials and dignitaries would be attending.

They even knew that the expo would open on June 5th.

But what he never expected was that Bronsky ignored his orders and injected himself with an increased dose of serum, thus becoming an Abomination!

And it is on this special day!

It's still in Harlem, in the northern part of Manhattan!

It's only a few kilometers away from the expo site!

The key point is that Bronsky continued to ignore his orders, and after gaining immense power, he instantly evolved from a highly decorated commando into a Homelander plus version who looked down on everything!

They wreak havoc everywhere to attract the Hulk.

They wantonly slaughtered their former teammates.

This resulted in numerous soldier casualties.

After Hulk appears,

The two sides resumed their street fighting in the bustling streets.

Everything was out of his control.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he was actually powerless to control the situation.

Stop Bronsky? He doubted that even an armored division wouldn't be able to handle this thing.

A group of soldiers risked their lives, driving military jeeps and shouting at Bronsky through loudspeakers.

However, what followed was a fist bigger than a sandbag.

"I have the power to control my own destiny. No one can command me! No one!"

Abomination roared, relying on its greater strength and extensive fighting experience, and punched Hulk away.

They headed towards the jeep again.

A rocket, trailing a plume of flame, hurtled towards them.

However, the rocket that Abomination could destroy a wall with a single grab and squeeze only emitted thick smoke after exploding.

Hatred, yet no harm done!

With a single punch, Hatred smashed the entire jeep flat.

When the Hulk attacked...

He grabbed Hulk by the neck, let out a beastly roar, and then threw him like a punching bag towards Manhattan.

"Now, I am the invincible god!"

Hatred pounded against his chest like a diamond.

His roar echoed throughout the entire street.

But no one could refute him.

"Mr. Miracle, you are a god forever!"

"Who?!"

He was furious upon hearing this; who dared to slap him in the face?

I turned to look at the large screen in the square.

Hammer, the owner of Hammer Industries, stood up and clapped and shouted.

His eyes narrowed instantly with hatred, and he memorized the image.

Then even more people stood up and offered their blessings to Aaron.

"Aaron is the god of miracles!"

"Do not!!"

His eyes reddened with hatred as he stared at Aaron's face, filled with intense jealousy.

"Aaron... President of the Osborn Group..."

"America's most dazzling jewel, the Einstein of the medical world..."

"God of Miracles!!"

Before becoming a scourge, Blonsky was merely a colonel-level officer who fought with his life for wealth and power.

Even so, a mere Lieutenant General Ross could arbitrarily reprimand him.

But what about Aaron?

At the age of twenty-two, he was surrounded and flattered by everyone.

He saw Air Force Commander Ronald, the US President, the Secretary of Defense, high-ranking officials from the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, and CEOs of multi-billion dollar corporations.

While he was fighting to the death with the Hulk for the sake of US security,

These scoundrels who eat without paying are actually flattering another man!

They're still hailing Aaron as the god of miracles!

What's even more infuriating is that...

Let alone him, even someone of Ross's rank as lieutenant general would find it difficult to step into the exhibition hall.

Bronsky was jealous of the Hulk's power, so he defeated him.

But then he began to envy Aaron’s wealth and fame.

"There can only be one god, and that is me, Bronsky!"

"Manhattan..."

"Tremble, you great gods, we have come!"

Abomination immediately changed its target, defeating the boring Hulk with another punch. With its objective clear, it headed towards the Osborn Expo in Manhattan.

Upon seeing this, Ross felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

"Damn it, stop him at any cost!"

Right there on the rooftop of a building,

Aaron, who should have been at the center of the expo, teleported to the site with Felicia and Jean.

Everyone was sitting on small stools, holding watermelons, eating melon seeds, and looking forward to watching a real-life Hollywood superhero blockbuster.

However, in the blink of an eye,

Good grief, I've gotten myself into this mess while I was just watching the drama unfold?

"Boss, the place this big guy really wants to go... is our company?"

Felicia stared blankly in that direction.

Directly ahead,

The Osborne Group building stands out so prominently.

Like a lighthouse in the darkness, it illuminates the way for those who are lost.

Aaron stood up. "I've seen people eat shit, but this is the first time I've seen someone so desperate to die."

Felicia was eager to try. "Boss, how about I go and deal with him?"

"You...are not ready yet."

Aaron shook his head. In addition to Spider-Man's abilities, he later bestowed various other abilities upon Felicia.

For example, super flexibility, Kato's hand, temperature control, muscle control, and other abilities.

Felicia lived up to expectations, mastering these skills through repeated hard work and practice.

His combat abilities have increased; he can even fight Aaron at full power for three minutes.

But to be honest, at this point, Felicia can only restrain hatred at best.

Asking an agile hero to fight against a tanky hero with high burst damage is simply asking too much.

Felicia lowered her head in regret, and Aaron patted her head. "If you behave well, I'll give you even better things in the future."

Felicia nodded emphatically upon hearing this, her eyes filled with fighting spirit and determination.

Aaron nodded. College students are great; they're good at sex and easy to appease.

If you have the chance, visit universities more often.

"I'm going to buy some oranges. You all wait here and don't move. I'll be right back."

"Okay, Dad!"

"!!!"

Qin stared wide-eyed at Felicia. "What did I just hear?"

Felicia disagreed.

Isn't this just normal work for a thoughtful secretary?

These are all minor incidents; there's no need to make a fuss about them.

You'll find out about the more elaborate stuff later.

Perhaps thinking of something, Felicia unconsciously squeezed her fleshy legs together.

"Hey buddy, who are you looking for?"

Tony Stark descended from the sky wearing the Mark V armor.

He spoke flippantly, watching the abominations rushing about.

"Fuck off!"

Tony Stark, who was also a rising star, has long since become a star of yesterday due to the emergence of Aaron.

The hatred didn't even bother to waste a glance at him, casually smashing a fire hydrant and throwing it out like a cannonball.

Tony quickly dodged, his right palm open, a ball of energy gathering.

"Alright, looks like I need to beat you up first before we can have a proper talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palm cannon released a burst of high-temperature light.

However, Abomination neither dodged nor avoided the attack, and took it head-on as it ran.

He glanced down at the unscathed handwriting and smiled contemptuously, "Is that all you've got? Are you trying to tickle me?"

Tony raised an eyebrow as he looked at Jarvis's report of the injuries.

"The defense is decent, then you should try this."

The Mark V's chest opened, and an even larger mass of energy gathered.

The pulse cannon fired at full power, and with the assistance of the intelligent fire control system, it struck the abomination's chest with a whoosh.

He patted his still unharmed chest, filled with hatred.

A mocking smile, undisguised, spread across his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face. "So-called Iron Man is nothing but a pile of scrap metal in the face of gods!"

Seeing this, Tony Stark could no longer maintain his composure.

"Maybe I need a more powerful guy. Damn, I should go back and get a Mark 6 first."

The Mark V is a suitcase armor, a portable suitcase armor created by Tony specifically to deal with emergencies, which can be quickly assembled in any location.

However, in order to compress it into a suitcase size for easy carrying, its armor protection had to be reduced. Compared to the double protection of other armors, this one only has one layer of armor.

Moreover, in order to reduce size and make it easier to carry.