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Chapter 1755 Escape
A trace of... perhaps excitement, or perhaps a purer desire for destruction, flashed through its inhuman consciousness.

It abandoned its attempt to tear apart the base, turned its massive head toward Hulk, its long neck covered in bone armor arched slightly, and the eerie blue light deep in its throat gathered rapidly once more!

It will first use this destructive breath to get rid of this troublesome "little bug"!
But Hulk, in his rage, reacts even faster!

Even though he was bound by the deep sea, his power, which surpassed the limits of biological life, was still terrifying!
The Hulk, the embodiment of rage, is no longer just a simple destroyer.

The icy, viscous seawater relentlessly squeezed his mountain-like body, each struggle feeling like punching into solidified concrete.

This boundless deep-sea prison did not crush his anger; instead, it was like adding pure oxygen to a furnace—a pure force that was thoroughly enraged by the environment and transformed into a frenzied will to survive!
His thick legs sank deep into the twisted alloy deck of the base like hydraulic piles, his waist twisting as he gathered all his kinetic energy and boundless rage into his enormous right fist.

Target: The junction of Norman Osborne's head and neck/shoulder, covered in grotesque, thick bone armor!
There was no probing, no frills.

This is a clash of the most primal and savage forces!
boom--! ! !
The giant fist, brimming with destructive power and carrying enough kinetic energy to pierce through a small warship, struck the target point solidly and without reservation!
The instant the fist struck the bone armor, what erupted was not a crisp crack of bone, but a dull, deafening sound like a ten-thousand-ton hammer striking a superalloy anvil! The sound was absorbed and distorted by the viscous seawater, turning into a teeth-grinding, muffled "humming" sound.

However, the power did not dissipate.

The terrifying kinetic energy contained in Hulk's fist was like a boulder thrown into a stagnant pool, violently transmitted and diffused in the extremely dense medium of seawater!
A visible, ring-shaped shockwave instantly exploded outwards from the center of the fist! Wherever the shockwave passed, the seawater was violently pushed aside and compressed, forming a brief vacuum cavity with a diameter of several hundred meters!
The seawater at the edge of the cavity was churning with dense bubbles as if boiling (these were dissolved gases precipitated under sudden pressure changes), and then was violently pushed back by the terrifying pressure of the deep sea at a depth of 10,000 meters with the force of thunder, making a deafening "whoosh" sound!
“Ouch——!!!”

A soul-rending roar, filled with pain and rage, erupted from the gaping maw of Norman Osborne!

The roaring sound waves traveled with extraordinary speed and intensity through the high-pressure seawater, causing the entire base wreckage to tremble.

Its massive, mountain-moving body was struck by this extremely heavy blow, causing it to stagger and its heavy head to tilt sharply to one side!
Even more deadly, the eerie blue light that was frantically gathering deep in its throat—enough to melt rock—flickered and twisted violently, dissipating like a candle flickering in the wind!

The charge-up was interrupted!

Although the thick bone armor that Hulk's fist struck was not completely pierced, a sight that would chill any onlooker to the bone appeared: a clearly visible, spiderweb-like radial crack was rapidly spreading from the center of the fist imprint!

The fine cracks reflected a chilling luster under the dim emergency lights of the base, like blasphemous patterns blooming on a demon's skin.

Deep-sea sediment and fragments of the bone shell itself were drifting out from the cracks in wisps.

This crack is a merciless mockery of Norman Osborn's proud defense, and it is also Hulk's most primal and soul-shaking declaration of challenge to this terrifying behemoth that intends to destroy the world in the abyss of despair!

"The passage is open! Hurry! There's no time!"

Captain Steve Rogers roared, his voice crackling through the communication channel with the static of seawater and the groans of metal twisting.

He held aloft the legendary star-shaped shield, like a sturdy reef, firmly anchoring it above the escape tunnel entrance, enduring the massive, deadly metal fragments falling from all directions and the cascading, icy seawater. The murky, oil-slicked, and metal-shard-laden water had already flooded the platform below the tunnel entrance, and the water level was rising at an alarming rate.

Below, several devices shaped like giant metal teardrops, flashing faint red emergency lights, are half-submerged in the murky seawater. This is the "Seahorse" single-person deep-sea escape capsule—human technology's last lifeline in the abyss thousands of meters below the surface.

"One for each person! Get in, the hatch will automatically seal! The ejection procedure will be initiated immediately!"

Tony Stark's voice came through the communicator, exceptionally clear yet taut like never before. His Mark L titanium alloy armor (with a molecular structure reinforced for extreme pressure environments) hovered above the tunnel, like a guardian deity.

The miniature pulse cannons and laser cutters on the shoulders fired continuously, precisely melting and pushing away the last few huge twisted steel beams that threatened the escape route.

The armored shell emitted a faint "creaking" sound under the pressure of the deep sea, and structural stress warnings flashed wildly on the holographic HUD.

"The program will try its best to calculate the optimal path and avoid the battle zone between those two big guys!" Tony added.

"understand!"

Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton did not hesitate for a moment. As top agents, their survival instincts and training enabled them to maintain maximum efficiency in dire situations.

Like agile seals, they swiftly slid into the nearest "seahorse" escape pod.

The heavy, hemispherical, composite transparent canopy (made of multiple layers of high-strength polymer and carbon fiber) automatically closed and locked with a "hiss" after sensing vital signs, and a slight humming sound of pressurization and system self-check immediately rang out inside.

Brock Rumlow, the former Hydra agent, had his eyes gleaming intensely in the murky water. He glanced at Tony's armor, which was shimmering with energy, and then quickly scanned the two remaining intact escape pods—one of which was further inside, appeared to be newer, and had a more complete paint job, clearly a later, improved model.

"Captain, you go first!"

Rumlow suddenly shouted, his voice carrying a deliberate resolve.

However, before he could finish speaking, his body shot out like an arrow, bursting with astonishing speed, and lunged at the newer, more centrally located, and theoretically safer "Seahorse" escape pod directly below Tony! His actions carried a sense of desperate urgency.

"Rumlow!" Steve shouted, but it was too late to stop him.

"Captain, hurry! There's no time to deal with him!"

Tony's voice carried an undeniable urgency as he fired his shoulder cannon again, shattering a massive concrete block that was hurtling toward Steve's head.

(End of this chapter)