Samuel was still reeling from the recent events. He couldn't quite comprehend why the army had suddenly appeared, or why there was another She-Hulk. He had so many questions to ask, so much to process.
But Blonsky wasn't about to give him time to ask or think. He strode forward and lifted Samuel with one hand. Though Blonsky wasn't particularly tall, Samuel was even smaller. This allowed him to hoist the man overhead with ease, leaving Samuel kicking his legs helplessly in mid-air.
"What did you do to him? Why is he gone? Why?"
"Who? *Cough, cough*—who's missing?" Samuel gasped, nearly suffocating. To make himself more comfortable, he tried his best to cooperate with Blonsky's interrogation, even though he had no idea what Blonsky was asking about.
"The Hulk, that monster. Why is he gone?" Blonsky demanded, his face contorted with rage. "They went through all that trouble to find you—they must want you to do something for them. Now that the Hulk's missing, you're definitely involved. What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything! I really didn't do anything!" Samuel was just a research enthusiast, eager to make bigger, more remarkable scientific achievements. He hated being cornered and having problems solved through violence. He wasn't a tough guy, so he quickly blurted out everything he knew.
After hearing his explanation, Blonsky slowly lowered Samuel to the ground. He wasn't about to let the man go, though. In fact, he had other plans.
Samuel had no idea what was going through Blonsky's mind. He was too busy clutching his throat, desperately coughing. Having never experienced such treatment before, he now hated Blonsky with all his heart, and he hated the government organization he represented even more. But this hatred, Samuel knew, would have to remain buried deep inside. He understood perfectly that he couldn't possibly oppose an entire nation.
"You... you claim to have mastered everything about the Hulk."
Hearing Blonsky's question, Samuel gave him a strange look. But remembering the man's violent nature, he answered honestly.
"Strictly speaking, I only possess his data and blood samples."
"You can create something like the Hulk, can't you?" Blonsky stared at him intently, and in his eyes, Samuel saw a deranged personality.
"I don't know. I don't know if I can do something like that. The Hulk was a very rare accident. Even with his blood samples, I can't be sure I could achieve that level."
He shook his head frantically, unwilling to make any promises. He was certain that if his assurances fell short, this deranged soldier would kill him without hesitation.
Faced with Samuel's hesitation and fear, Blonsky made a decision for him in the most direct way possible. He pulled out a pistol and pointed it straight at him. "Listen, I want what you're getting from Banner. You're going to inject that into my body, understand?"
At this point, Samuel finally realized something was wrong. No ordinary person would make such a request, as it was both fatal and carried severe consequences. But there was one type of person who was an exception.
"It seems you've already got some of it in your system, haven't you?" Samuel ignored the gun pointed at him and stood up, meeting Blonsky's gaze. As a cutting-edge researcher, he had naturally heard of the Super Soldier Serum. This situation immediately made him think of it.
"I want more. You saw his transformation, didn't you?" Blonsky didn't care about Samuel's composure; he was in no state himself. He remembered the Hulk's appearance—that terrifyingly powerful force had him utterly captivated.
"Yes, I've seen it. It's magnificent. Like a god!" Scientists and normal people clearly have different aesthetic sensibilities, but this time, Samuel and Blonsky were in perfect agreement. It was obvious they shared the same understanding of the Hulk.
"Listen, that's what I want. I want to become that. Transform me into that." Blonsky was clearly unhinged, which was perfect for Samuel. In his eyes, Blonsky had become the ultimate experimental subject—far more suitable than any of the mice and apes he'd experimented on before. But before proceeding, he needed to confirm something.
"I don't know what exactly you've injected, or the composition of those substances in your body. If they mix with the Hulk's blood samples, something... *worse* could happen!" He emphasized the word "worse," as if warning Blonsky to choose carefully.
But the already-mad Blonsky knew nothing of caution. He simply cocked the rifle, answering with the metallic click of the bolt being drawn back.
"I don't care what happens. I just want you to do as I say."
"Alright, everything as you wish." Samuel smiled strangely. For him, this wasn't entirely unwelcome.
A large vat of purified Hulk blood was placed into the instrument that had once held the antidote. Blonsky lay down on the surgery table, which had been nearly destroyed by the Hulk, and allowed Samuel to proceed.
At this point, Samuel could easily subdue or kill Blonsky with a simple dose of sedative or lethal drug. But he chose not to. Instead, he decided to follow Blonsky's plan. He wanted to know if he could truly recreate the miracle of the Hulk's creation.
The surgery began swiftly. Ultra-concentrated Hulk blood was injected into Blonsky's body. To replicate the conditions under which the Hulk was born, Samuel activated a Gamma Ray emitter, bathing Blonsky's body in intense radiation.
The consequences of this action quickly became apparent. Blonsky's body began to undergo massive transformations, but not in the way Samuel had imagined.
Terrified, he shrank back behind the instrument and stammered, "I don't know what you've ingested, but it's clearly had an effect. And it's the worst possible effect I warned you about. However, if you lie back down quietly, I promise I can still turn you back."
But Blonsky didn't answer. Instead, a monstrous growl answered him. Blonsky was gone, replaced by a new entity, much like the Hulk had replaced Bruce Banner.
The creature was toweringly tall, even taller than the Hulk. But compared to it, the Hulk would be considered a handsome giant. Because this creature was utterly hideous.
Its earthy green skin was revolting, and fine scales covered every inch of its body, making it look more like a reptile than a giant. Yet it remained a giant—a powerfully built one at that.
Beneath almost every scale lay layers of muscle, spiraling and intertwining like the roots of a tree or the tendrils of a vine, wrapping around his body and giving him a thick, bulky appearance. His bone plates protruded abnormally, his sternum standing out like a layer of armor. Combined with the glistening green scales above, it looked as if he were wearing a suit of scaled armor.
At his joints, several abnormally thick bone spurs jutted out. These weren't sharp, but rather crude and blunt, more like massive, dull bone spears. Only immense strength could turn such things into effective weapons, and this monster clearly possessed that in abundance.
In addition to the bone spurs, layers of bone-like plates rose along his back, covering his entire spine and giving him a prehistoric Stegosaurus-like appearance.
Scales, bone spurs, bone armor, and his bizarre form—by any objective measure, Blonsky's mutation could not be considered successful. Yet as the subject of this transformation, Blonsky saw it differently. In fact, he considered it a perfect success.
He could already feel the power surging through his body. He tried to move the surgical table beside him. The multi-ton table seemed to lose all weight in his hands; with a gentle lift, he sent it flying straight up like a wooden plank.
The surgical table smashed through the thick wall and plummeted to the street below like a meteor, crushing a sedan into a flat iron disc.
Staring at this scene, Blonsky looked at his hands in disbelief. After a long moment, he began to laugh—a terrifying, distorted sound, like air being forced into a furnace, harsh and discordant, with faint popping sounds.
Blonsky didn't care about the noise. He was utterly satisfied. As he had said, it was time to make this game fair.
With a leap, he shot skyward like a rocket. Unforeseen, the recoil from his takeoff sent the entire floor shaking violently.
Samuel's already battered laboratory couldn't withstand such an ordeal. Bricks and steel reinforcement began to crumble and fall, and Samuel himself was thrown violently backward by the shockwave of the monster's leap.
He crashed into an instrument, his skull striking its most vulnerable component. The impact cracked his skull and spilled the liquid inside—Hulk's concentrated blood.
Now, this blood dripped onto Samuel's head, flowing through the wound and into his brain.
Another mutation began. Samuel's entire head started to swell, both the skull and its contents. Yet this change seemed confined to his head; the rest of his body remained unchanged.
Soon, the transformation ceased. Samuel now resembled a bobblehead doll, but he didn't perceive it that way. Instead, he was experiencing a bizarre new world. As he witnessed this world, an eerie smile spread across his face.
Tonight was destined to be different.
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