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Chapter 1753 Deep Sea Operation

boom--! ! !
This time, the impact was no longer the burning of an energy beam, but a physical annihilation caused by pure mass and velocity!
Norman Osborn's shoulders and forelimbs, covered in thick bone armor and resembling moving mountains, slammed solidly into the already fragile edge of the molten breach with an impact force powerful enough to shake the continental shelf!

The entire "Eye of Neptune" base seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible, ancient Titan's giant hand, which then shook and squeezed it violently!
From deep within the base came a sickening, continuous metallic wail—the sound of the massive composite beams supporting the entire structure twisting, bending, and breaking under stresses exceeding their limits!

The thick pipes burst open like fragile reeds, and high-pressure coolant, compressed air, and even oxygen reserves in some areas, mixed with the backflow of icy seawater, surged violently through the cabin passages like a runaway white dragon, sweeping everything in its path!
Emergency lights flashed wildly, casting eerie shadows in the billowing mist and steam.

The giant composite observation window of "Neptune's Eye," located on the outermost edge of the base and symbolizing the pinnacle of human deep-sea observation, is made of layers of super-strong polymer and transparent alloy several meters thick, and it was not spared at this moment.

Although its toughness prevented it from shattering instantly like ordinary glass, the terrifying shockwave struck it like an invisible giant hammer.

In an instant, countless spiderweb-like, deep cracks instantly covered the entire dome-like viewing window!
Dangerous energy flickered deep within the crack, emitting a faint yet chilling crackling sound, as if it would collapse completely at any moment, unleashing the terrifying pressure of the deep sea into the observation layer.

Norman Osborn's grotesque, massive head, seemingly forged from both lava and ice, suddenly plunged into the even larger breach created by its impact!

Seawater, carrying metal fragments and debris, washed over its face, which was covered with bone spurs and scales.

Its enormous eyes, burning with cold, pure, inhuman rage—with what seemed like swirling, deep blue nebulae in their pupils—pierced through the pervasive metallic steam, the churning murky water, and the flashing emergency red lights, firmly locking onto the deeper layers of the base, the core area behind the layers of protection!

Confined there is its only target, the being it yearns to devour—Connors.

A more violent and piercing roar, filled with endless rage and a voracious desire, erupted from its massive, fang-filled maw!

The roar was no longer just a sound, but formed a visible, light-distorting, ultra-low-frequency shock wave in the seawater, causing nearby metal structures to hum!
Immediately afterwards, it extended its giant claws, covered with thick bone armor, the fingertips shimmering with a ghostly blue energy light that originated from the same source as atomic breath!

This giant claw is no longer a tool for impact, but has become the most terrifying excavator and crusher!
It violently tore at the base's shattered outer structure. The sturdy alloy bulkheads, composite armor plates, and dense wiring harnesses were easily torn, crushed, and tossed aside like paper toys under its claws!
Each swing of its claws was accompanied by the shrieking of metal, the collapse of structures, and the roar of the sea.

Its objective was clear and deadly: to tear open the path to the "Wall of Sighs" (the core physical and energy isolation barrier of the base), and then, directly to the final prison that held Connors captive—the "Eye of Poseidon" containment unit!
"It's in! Its target is clear! It's the core containment area!"

Tony Stark's voice came through the built-in communicator of the Mark L Deepsea armor, carrying an unprecedented severity.

On the holographic monitoring screen, the behemoth was digging and destroying the base's fragile outer structure with a desperate efficiency.

Each claw strike turned a large area of ​​the 3D model representing the structural integrity of the base into a glaring red.

The immense water pressure squeezed the interior space through the breach, and alarms sounded incessantly.

Tony whirled towards Banner, his entire body covered in nanotech armor (Mark L) instantly activating into combat mode. A golden-red glow illuminated the dimly lit, damaged control room, and the deep-sea thrusters emitted a low, charging hum. "Banner! Now! Now! We need 'another' friend to step in! There's no time to hesitate!"

His tone was resolute, "We must hold it off at all costs! Even if it's just for a few seconds! To buy time for the internal defenses, or..."

He paused, his voice lowering to a level with an almost imperceptible hint of despair, “Or we have to find another solution immediately! A solution that can stop it completely! Listen, Bruce, if Connors is released by it, or worse—if it devours and merges with him… whatever is released, this ‘new existence’ mixed with the monster’s power, will be an apocalypse that this planet cannot withstand!”

Bruce Banner's body trembled violently, not from fear, but from the violent rage within him breaking through the dam of his reason.

He could feel his blood vessels throbbing, his bones groaning, and his muscle fibers stretching, tearing, and reforming like steel cables being forcibly stretched!

Each heartbeat was like the beating of a war drum, and green light uncontrollably surged from the depths of his eyes, almost covering the lenses.

His clothes made a tearing sound as they were broken under the strain, turning into pieces of rags.

“Ugh…ah…!”

A deep, primal roar, seemingly from the depths of an ancient wilderness, was squeezed out from his clenched teeth and throat, each syllable filled with extreme pain and impending fury.

His skin began to take on an unnatural dark green hue, and his veins bulged out like dragons. His body swelled and grew taller at a visible speed.

The last line of reason is wailing on the verge of collapse.

He used the last ounce of his "Bruce Banner" will to roar, a response to Tony, a call to the being within him, and a declaration of despair:

"Hulk... I hate... bugs!"

His voice had become hoarse and deep, filled with primal hatred, "But I hate it even more... the big guy!!!"

As the last few words exploded like thunder, the low growl instantly transformed into a roar of pure power and fury that shook the entire cabin:
"Hulk... Smash!!!"

The echo of "Hulk... Smash!" was drowned out by the roar of the collapsing structure and the terrifying roar of Hulk's transformation.

Bruce Banner's body expanded rapidly like an inflated balloon, accompanied by the sickening cracking of bones and the tearing of muscle fibers.

(End of this chapter)