4 New Target Hulk

Christopher stumbled to the ground un, but he didn't falter. With the Hulk and Betty gripped firmly in his grasp, he exerted pressure on his back, expelling several thick armor-piercing bullets from his body. Miraculously, the wounds inflicted by the bullets quickly healed, leaving only scars in their wake.

Glaring back at General Ross, Christopher issued a stern warning, "Your actions have ensured that I won't forget you, General Ross. Rest assured, I'll be back for you."

With that declaration, Christopher bolted away with unmatched speed, leaving destruction in his wake as he plowed through the forest, toppling trees with each stride.

"General, Christopher has Miss Betty captive. Our heavy weapons are ineffective. What's our next move?" Secretary Catherine's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie.

Enraged, General Ross hurled the device to the ground, his frustration palpable.

"Damn it, despite all my efforts, she still manages to cause chaos," he grumbled.

"General?" Catherine inquired tentatively.

Sighing heavily, General Ross relented, "Pull back."

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he queried, "Is Blonsky alive?"

"Yes, but he's gravely injured," Catherine responded.

"Good, at least he's not dead," General Ross remarked with a hint of satisfaction. Despite Abomination's formidable power, he yearned for a more powerful and controllable weapon.

.....

As Christopher fled into the depths of the sewer system, he knew it was one of the few places where he could evade detection in the surveillance-heavy Marvel world.

Coming to a stop within the dark confines of the sewer, Christopher released his captives, allowing the Hulk to collapse and Betty to regain her footing.

Though still reeling from his grip, Betty rushed to the Hulk's side, urging him to cooperate with Christopher's demands to extract his genes. She knew resistance would only endanger them further.

"I'll convince him, please spare us," Betty pleaded tearfully.

Gazing at Betty's tear-streaked face, Christopher felt a twinge of remorse, but his desire to gain his human form eclipsed any momentary compassion.

The Hulk's remarkable regenerative abilities ensured he quickly regained consciousness.

Upon seeing the Hulk stir, Betty implored him once more, "Banner, let him extract your genes. It won't harm you, and resisting will only put us in danger."

"Hulk, never give in," the weakened Hulk declared. He possessed an independent personality post-Banner's transformation, known simply as Hulk. In Hulk's heart, fear found no place, only an infinite reservoir of anger.

"Can't you do it for me?" Betty asked sadly.

The Hulk gazed at Betty, a hint of tenderness softening his wild eyes.

"Hulk, I offer you two choices. One, willingly let me extract your genes. Two, I'll kill Betty now," Christopher stated coldly.

The Hulk, having regained some strength, refrained from going berserk, perhaps aware of his inability to outmatch Christopher. He cast a pitiful glance at his girlfriend and reluctantly lowered his noble head, saying faintly, "Hulk chooses to let you extract genes."

"Smart choice," Christopher praised gleefully.

Advancing, he placed his hand on the Hulk and muttered to himself, "System, extract the Hulk's gene for me and fuse it with me."

[he extraction failed.]

"Failed?"

Enraged, Christopher delivered a furious punch to the Hulk's head, sending it crashing into the ground.

The Hulk spurted out a stream of green blood.

"Ah! Why don't you keep your word?" Betty accused angrily.

"Your boyfriend is not willing to let me extract genes at all," Christopher explained.

"Impossible, he didn't resist you just now," Betty protested in disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, ask him yourself," Christopher retorted angrily.

"Banner, is what he said true?" Betty inquired.

The Hulk, still spitting green blood, glared at Christopher and defiantly stated, "Hulk, if you don't die, you don't lose."

Observing the Hulk's unyielding spirit, Christopher felt fortunate to have captured Betty, realizing he had no other recourse against the Hulk.

Without further persuasion from Christopher, Betty took the initiative, pleading with the Hulk, "Banner, even if it's for me – can you? Let him extract the genes, and then we'll live in a place where no one knows us."

With an affectionate look in his eyes, the Hulk finally relented, addressing Christopher, "Come on! I won't lie to you this time."

Christopher once again placed his hand on the Hulk and muttered, "System, extract the Hulk gene."

[The Hulk gene is successfully extracted.]

Christopher felt a surge of happiness, finally able to revert to being a human.

"You are free to leave now!" he declared dismissively. Hulk and Betty were no longer of use to him.

Upon hearing this, the Hulk swiftly embraced Betty, and together they fled.

After the departure of Hulk and Betty, Christopher made a daring decision. "System, fuse the Hulk gene into me," he declared with determination.

[Starting merging.]

[Merging into progress.]

[Congratulations to the host for merging the Hulk gene.]

With the fusion complete, Christopher's skin darkened slightly, but there were no other immediate changes. Taking deep breaths to steady himself, he observed as his body underwent a transformation. Gradually, his massive form diminished, returning to its original human size.

Christopher couldn't contain his joy at once again being human, yet a lingering dissatisfaction remained. Despite reverting to his human form, he found himself in a state akin to the Hulk's weakness post-transformation.

As he experimented with his newfound abilities, transforming back and forth, Christopher gradually found solace in his control over the process.

"Ordinary people are too weak," Christopher mused to himself. "It seems extracting the genes of other superheroes like Captain America, Spider-Man, or Thor would be beneficial."

Emerging from the sewer, Christopher ventured into the city, contemplating his next move. Before he could settle on a temporary residence, he encountered a familiar face – Natasha the Black Widow.

Natasha approached with graceful strides, extending her hand in greeting, her smile as enchanting as ever. "My name is Natasha, nice to meet you, Christopher," she said warmly.

Christopher reciprocated her gesture, aware of Natasha's reputation within S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Marvel universe at large. He wasn't taken aback by her presence; after all, S.H.I.E.L.D. possessed unparalleled resources and reach.

"What brings you to me?" Christopher inquired, maintaining his composure.

Natasha's response was lighthearted.

"I just want to buy you a drink," she remarked with a soft tone, hinting at her true intentions lurking beneath her charm.