For the superpowered scumbags who served as perfect public examples, Drex Valen had prepared sothing special.
"You can't do this to us, Drex Valen! We fought monsters too!"
"I demand legal representation! I want my lawyer! This is abuse of power! The U.S. governnt won't let you get away with this!"
"Fuck you! Psycho!"
Drex ignored every word.
His expression never changed.
"Take out the rapists and the ones abusing fans," he ordered coldly. "Castrate them."
The command landed like an execution sentence.
Several dozen disgraced "heroes" were dragged screaming from the holding cells almost imdiately.
No anesthetic.
No rcy.
The horrific shrieks that followed echoed through the detention facility like slaughterhouse screams.
Drex wasn't worried about them dying.
Superhuman physiques made them tougher than ordinary people.
And honestly?
If trash like this died, the world wouldn't lose anything valuable.
"As for the rest..." Drex continued calmly, "give them exactly what they inflicted on others."
He preferred symtry.
An eye for an eye.
Drug traffickers were force-fed mountains of narcotics until their bodies collapsed.
Violent abusers were thrown into the most riot-prone prisons in Arica and left to experience life on the receiving end of power.
Drex had no interest in rehabilitation fantasies for monsters hiding behind hero branding.
anwhile, Thunderbolt Ross officially accepted S.W.O.R.D.'s invitation.
Years in politics apparently hadn't erased the soldier underneath.
At the sa ti, Emil Blonsky was carrying out the other half of Drex's plan.
The upgraded Abomination rampaged publicly through city streets, overwhelming multiple S.W.O.R.D. superheroes sent to stop him.
Then an elderly man with white hair in military uniform stepped onto the battlefield.
Blonsky paused.
Who the hell was this?
He didn't recognize the old man from S.W.O.R.D.'s active roster. Military negotiator? Governnt observer?
Before he could ask, Ross transford.
The crowd watching through live broadcasts exploded instantly.
"Is that Hulk?!"
"No, wait, he's red!"
"Red Hulk?"
"Did Hulk get so angry he changed colors?"
"Maybe it's another Hulk! If there's a second one, Earth just gained another S-Class hero!"
Even experienced agents inside S.W.O.R.D. headquarters stared in shock.
Nick Fury narrowed his eyes at the screen.
He recognized Ross imdiately.
Forr General Thunderbolt Ross.
Current Secretary of State.
What Fury hadn't expected was that Ross had secretly beco a Hulk.
That realization hit him hard.
Had Ross successfully stabilized Hulk transformation technology?
If that was true, the implications were enormous.
Facing monsters, alien invasions, and escalating global threats had placed crushing stress on Fury for years.
At this point, the pressure had practically murdered his hair follicles.
Recently he'd even started losing eyebrows.
The situation had gotten bad enough that Fury quietly invested in experintal hair-regrowth technology.
And he wasn't the only one thinking ahead.
Governnts, corporations, and military officials everywhere instantly began wondering the sa thing:
How did Ross beco a Hulk?
Blonsky recovered from the surprise quickly.
Then it clicked.
He had heard rumors for years that Drex kept another Hulk-level asset hidden sowhere inside S.W.O.R.D.
Apparently, this was him.
"Co on, monster," Red Hulk growled.
Ross felt exhilarated.
This was his first ti transforming publicly, and the violent emotional impulses generated by the Hulk transformation surged through his mind constantly.
Fortunately, unlike Banner, Ross could control them.
"I'm not a monster," Blonsky corrected.
Then he attacked first.
His bone-spiked fist shot forward like a missile.
The sharpened protrusions were comparable to top-tier superalloy weapons.
Ross, confident in Hulk durability, didn't dodge.
Bad decision.
The strike ripped three deep wounds across his torso, carving straight down to the bone.
"Bastard!"
Ross exploded with fury.
He swung back imdiately with a devastating counterpunch aid directly at Blonsky's face.
Blonsky redirected the attack by striking Ross's elbow mid-motion, then followed with a brutal uppercut that snapped Ross's head backward.
Red Hulk grunted.
Then flas erupted across his body.
Unlike Hulk, whose strength increased endlessly through anger, Red Hulk operated differently.
He absorbed radiation.
Gamma energy.
Cosmic radiation.
Virtually any energy source.
And the more energy he absorbed, the stronger he beca.
At the sa ti, excess gamma reactions discharged from his body as heat.
As his anger rose, so did the temperature surrounding him.
In combat, Red Hulk beca a walking thermal disaster capable of generating devastating heat waves and even open flas.
Blonsky instantly realized sothing was wrong.
Ross's body had beco unimaginably hot.
His skin actually began burning on contact.
The heat blackened flesh almost imdiately.
Blonsky roared in anger and fought back harder.
The two giant monsters collided violently across the battlefield, fists and kicks shaking entire city blocks.
Super Abomination absorbed kinetic force to strengthen himself, aning Ross's physical punches barely mattered.
But the heat?
The heat was real.
Blonsky's body, durable enough to ignore artillery shells, gradually charred black beneath the thermal assault.
Without his monstrous regeneration, he would have been reduced to ash already.
The battle escalated rapidly.
Wherever Red Hulk stepped, cars lted.
Concrete liquefied into magma beneath his feet.
Then Ross absorbed the thermal energy again and converted it into even greater heat output.
The cycle intensified continuously.
Blonsky slowly began losing ground.
His flesh burned so badly that parts of his skeleton beca visible through the damage.
But he refused to yield.
Even as the heat seed to sink into his bones, he kept fighting stubbornly.
Ross eventually noticed sothing important.
Punches weren't especially effective.
The flas were.
Realizing this, he unleashed even more heat and suddenly grabbed both of Blonsky's arms, locking him in place so he couldn't escape.
"That's enough, General Ross."
A voice interrupted the battlefield.
Ross stopped imdiately.
Drex Valen descended from the sky wearing the Dark Knight armor.
He landed calmly between them.
Blonsky climbed painfully to his feet, looking thoroughly annoyed.
Monts later, Drex subdued him personally.
What awaited Blonsky next would supposedly be S.W.O.R.D.'s judgnt.
Though realistically, everyone knew soone this powerful would eventually be recruited rather than discarded.
Afterward, Drex publicly invited Ross to join S.W.O.R.D.
Ross resisted for appearance's sake before reluctantly accepting.
The performance fooled almost nobody.
Nick Fury, especially, saw straight through it.
Either Ross approached Drex first, or Drex approached Ross first.
Then the two scheming bastards staged the entire thing together.
What Fury couldn't understand was why they bothered with the show at all.
Ross could've walked into S.W.O.R.D. and passed evaluation instantly.
The ability to beco a Hulk practically guaranteed S-Class status already.
Still, the final outco remained unchanged.
Blonsky spent less than two days imprisoned before quietly being released.
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