"ROAR!!!"

As the order was issued, the Joker’s elite troops entrenched on the mountainside let out bone-chilling howls as they vaulted over the trenches.

They held their weapons high, ignoring the rain of shells, and began a frenzied charge toward the 1st Armored Division fifteen kilometers away. The first salvo from the Armored Division’s artillery had instantly cut their numbers by a third, but these fanatics didn’t flinch. Instead, a scorching rage burned in their chests, and they shrieked like demons, desperate to tear those bastards apart.

Leading the charge were the organization’s secret weapons: the hundred mysterious, towering giants.

The leader of the giants sprinted forward, clicking his comms to reach David. "Sir, permission to transform?"

David, responsible for their oversight, pressed his earpiece. "Permission granted!"

Hearing this, the leader shouted with ecstatic fury: "Brothers, let’s change and end these sons of bitches!"

"AAAHHH!" The giants behind him roared in unison.

They skidded to a halt, knees bending, fists clenching tight. Their faces contorted into masks of agony and rage as veins bulged like thick cables across their arms and necks.

"What are they doing?"

"No idea, looks crazy."

"I’ve never seen these guys at the base before."

"Secret weapon?"

The regular elite soldiers behind them watched with confused and wary eyes.

"ROAR!!!"

Guttural, primal bellows suddenly tore through the sky. Along with the screams, the giants’ bodies began to swell at an impossible rate. Their skin turned gray, coarse, and as hard as stone. Their vests shredded under the pressure of their expanding frames, revealing massive, three-meter-tall hulking beasts.

"What the fuck!"

"How... how is this happening?"

"Oh my god!"

"They look like... like the Hulk!"

The Joker’s elite soldiers stared with wide eyes, completely staggered. Above them, several scouting Iron Man suits captured the transformation and beamed the footage directly to Tony.

"Shit! They were holding back!" Tony, currently locked in a dogfight, broke away for a second, his face pale with shock. "These are... Hulk clones? Dammit, this is a nightmare!" He immediately forwarded the video to S.H.I.E.L.D., demanding Fury find a solution immediately.

On the Helicarrier, Fury—who had remained stoic since the start of the war—finally let a look of terror cross his face.

"They’re... Hulk-serum test subjects! Damn it, the Joker organization actually succeeded."

S.H.I.E.L.D. had been running its own Hulk program, but even with Banner on the team, progress was glacial. They were still fumbling in the dark while the Joker organization had already fielded a goddamn army. The gap in scientific prowess was sickening.

Watching the screen, Fury muttered resentfully, "Once this is over, we are seizing every scrap of their data." He then keyed his comms: "Stark, those monsters have raw power, but their intelligence is likely minimal. Try to taunt them and draw them away from the infantry."

Tony received the message with skepticism. "I’ll give it a shot, but no promises."

At the foot of the mountain, Natasha clutched a tablet, calling out urgently: "Hulk!"

Hulk heard her. After ripping a Joker soldier in half, he leaped over to her. His massive face crowded the tablet screen, and upon seeing the footage, he went into a blind frenzy.

"ROAR!!!"

Hulk was the only Hulk. These smaller, pathetic imitations were fakes. Fakes must be smashed!

"Wait, not yet!" Natasha shouted, trying to steady him and direct his rage.

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The Joker organization’s trump card proved to be devastating. The legion sprinted across the fifteen-kilometer gap in less than a minute, appearing before the 1st Armored Division like a nightmare come to life.

Watching the gray monsters barrel toward them, the soldiers were paralyzed with fear. What the fuck is this? We were supposed to be fighting a criminal gang, not a horde of monsters!

There was no time for contemplation. The Division HQ screamed orders: "All units, fire at will! Take them down!"

400 tanks, 1,000 armored vehicles, 100 helicopters, and 200 artillery pieces opened up simultaneously.

BOOM! RAT-TAT-TAT! BOOM!

The vast plain was blanketed in fire and lead. In the face of such overwhelming ordinance, the hundred-man squad looked insignificant, like a rowboat in a hurricane. After the first volley, a wall of smoke and dust obscured the battlefield.

The soldiers of the 1st Armored stared ahead, eyes unblinking. Against that much firepower, even monsters should be—

WHOOSH!

A figure burst through the smoke. Contorted face, muscles that made bodybuilders look like children, and a terrifyingly agile gait. The first Hulk had crossed the kill-zone without a scratch.

A second later, more figures emerged. It was clear that the division’s standard shells couldn’t even penetrate their skin.

"Monsters! They’re all fucking monsters!!!" The soldiers were losing their minds. How do you fight something that ignores a tank shell?

"Keep firing! Fire again!" The Commander roared, but his officers were frozen. A single spectacular volley had backfired—it hadn’t killed the enemy, but it had completely annihilated the division’s morale.

Then, the legion arrived.

They leaped onto tanks with ease, grabbing the long barrels and bending them ninety degrees with raw strength. The stronger ones hoisted entire tanks over their heads, hurling them dozens of meters away like shot puts.

"Come out!" The Hulks roared, ripping the hatches off and pulling soldiers out like terrified chicks.

"Help! Someone help me!" The soldiers screamed, but everyone was fighting for their own lives.

Despair. Total despair. The strength gap was too wide; the 1st Armored Division collapsed on contact. In less than three minutes, the armored vanguard was a graveyard of twisted metal and corpses.

Having neutralized the vehicles, the legion charged the artillery batteries. You’re the bastards who were raining fire on our heads, aren’t you? With a roar of vengeance, they tore into the gun crews.

"It’s over! Retreat! Pull back now!" The Commander shouted, not waiting for S.H.I.E.L.D.’s permission. The 1st Armored Division, an elite pride of the U.S. Army, had been broken in five minutes. For the first time in American history, an entire division threw down its gear and fled in a panicked rout.

"Leave none alive!" The Hulks pursued, savoring the slaughter of the retreating soldiers.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Suddenly, a curtain of fire descended from the sky, burying the legion. The Hulks looked up in rage to see thousands of Iron Man suits encircling them, cutting off the pursuit. These were the government pilots; they couldn’t stand by and watch their fellow men be slaughtered.

But while they had stopped the pursuit, they had also relieved the pressure on Franklin’s Armored Legion. And that was exactly what David wanted to see.

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