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Chapter 1754 The Enraged Hulk
Those fragile clothes instantly turned to dust, replaced by terrifying muscles that rose like mountains and shimmered with an emerald luster.

Beneath the green skin, thick blood vessels pulsate like underground rivers.

In the blink of an eye, the gentle scientist vanished, and standing before everyone was a figure that would strike fear into the hearts of any enemy—the Hulk!
"Roar----!!!"

Hulk's roar upon completing his transformation is no less powerful than Norman Osborn's!
The violent sound waves, mixed with tangible impacts, shattered the remaining glass instruments in the control room, and even the twisted metal walls groaned under the strain.

His massive eyes, burning with pure rage, instantly locked onto the black behemoth on the surveillance screen, a creature whose size was no less than his own, that was frantically tearing the base apart!
"Target locked! Maximum threat!"

Only this one thought remained in Hulk's primitive mind.

He ignored the tiny humans around him, and slammed his huge foot into the ground, causing the solid alloy floor to dent and crack instantly!

His massive green body transformed into a raging green meteor, ignoring the complex tunnel structure inside the base, and choosing the most direct path—crashing through all obstacles!
boom! boom! boom!
Amidst a series of deafening roars, Hulk forcefully smashed open a tunnel filled with twisted metal fragments, leading directly to the breach in the outer layer of the base! Icy, high-pressure seawater instantly surged into this "shortcut."

"Banner... no, Hulk! Draw it away!"

Steve Rogers' voice came through Tony's communicator, sounding breathless and heavy.

He, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, and Brock Rumlow narrowly avoided a massive structural block collapsing in the Hulk's path.

"Lure him away? He's going to his death! Or he'll take us with him!"

Rumlow growled, his face grim.

His S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform was stained with oil and seawater, and his eyes gleamed with a sinister and calculating light. In the depths of the ocean, without the protection of the base, any human being was as fragile as a piece of paper.

"Stark! The plan! Now!"

Natasha's voice was unusually calm, but the tight grip on her weapon and the rapid scan of her surroundings betrayed her urgency. The base, ravaged by the two behemoths, resembled a toy crushed by a mischievous child.

The deafening sounds of metal tearing apart, the roar of seawater rushing in, the hiss of bursting pipes, and the chilling collision of Hulk and Norman Osborne in the distance all intertwined to create a deep-sea symphony of death.

The cracks in the observation window, "Eye of Neptune," are spreading rapidly, emitting a heartbreaking groan.

"The plan is—don't become canned fish!"

Tony's voice came through the armor, carrying his usual anxiety, but at this moment it was the only guiding light.

"Below the main control room, there's an emergency escape route! There are 'Seahorse' single-person escape pods there! But the route is blocked by the collapsed B-section structure!"

"Then let's make the way!"

Without hesitation, Steve raised his nearly indestructible vibranium shield.

"Hawkeye, find a foothold! Natasha, Rumlow, clear the debris!"

"Roger that!"

Clint immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow; his specially made arrowhead crackled with electricity.

"High-explosive cutting arrows, three shots in a row! Target: Left load-bearing beam wreckage!" *Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Three arrows struck the twisted alloy beams with pinpoint accuracy.

boom! boom! boom!
The violent explosion blasted a hole in the heavy metal structure, but it also triggered a more violent tremor, causing more debris to fall.

"careful!"

Natasha dodged like a cat, while her electric widow's stinger precisely severed a dangling, crackling, thick cable.

Rumlow then roughly pried open a huge concrete slab with a specially made combat knife, his movements ruthless and efficient, but his eyes kept glancing at Tony and the depths of the escape tunnel.

"The entrance is down below!"

Steve, shielding himself with his shield, braced himself against several falling rocks, clearing a path for his companions behind him. The murky, icy seawater had already reached their waists, and the pressure was mounting.

Meanwhile, at the outer breach—Hulk vs. Norman Osborn: the first collision in the deep sea!
As Hulk's ferocious green figure, carrying unparalleled kinetic energy, crashed through the base's breach like a cannonball and plunged into the boundless, cold, and desolate depths of the ocean, an unprecedented and terrifying pressure instantly pressed in from all directions!

"Well--?!"

Even Hulk felt a momentary sense of suffocation and excruciating pain in the face of this immense power emanating from the planet itself!
It wasn't the sharp pain of being chopped or hacked, but rather as if the weight of the entire ocean was pressing down on every inch of his skin, every muscle, and every bone!

His movements suddenly froze, and his violent momentum was abruptly stopped.

The darkness of the deep sea seemed to take on a physical form, transforming into a viscous swamp that madly bound his proud strength and speed.

His muscle fibers, strong enough to tear apart a tank, groaned under the immense pressure.

The tiny pores on his skin, which were usually negligible, now seemed to be forcibly opened by countless cold needles, as the cold air and pressure from the deep sea frantically tried to invade his body!

The green of his skin seemed to deepen due to the extreme pressure, even emitting an unnatural dark sheen.

Even more terrifying is breathing!
Hulk's violent, furnace-like metabolic system was instantly deprived of the air it could freely obtain on land!
The icy seawater poured into his gaping maw, which he had opened wide in his roar, causing him to cough violently and feel an instinctive urge to suffocate.

Although the Hulk's vitality is abnormally tenacious and he can survive briefly in a vacuum, the sudden change in the deep-sea environment and the resulting intense discomfort and power suppression are enough to cause any creature to collapse instantly.

However, Hulk is Hulk! Pain only ignites a deeper rage!

"Ouch...it hurts!!!"

The suffocating feeling and the omnipresent sense of oppression were like boiling oil poured on his already raging flames of anger! His burning eyes instantly turned even redder, like two blood moons sinking into an abyss!
"Big guy...you've hurt Hulk!!"

His primal mind was dominated by pure rage, and he blamed all his discomfort and pain on the enormous, dark creature before him that was tearing the base apart with its massive claws!

Norman Osborn had also noticed the suddenly intruding, green behemoth radiating powerful life energy and a threatening aura.

Its cold, giant eyes swept over Hulk, sensing the same primal and ferocious aura emanating from him, as well as his slightly sluggish yet even more violent posture due to the pressure of the deep sea.

(End of this chapter)