American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

365. The Hulk Gang!

Wasteland Universe.

California.

"Hey, Charlie, look what we found—a bunch of cute little ones who just stepped out of the light!"

In front of Batwing stood a tall, green giant wearing a hat and an old white tank top, who shouted out in excitement, grinning to reveal his yellow teeth.

Beside him, a giant named Charlie let out a disgusting laugh.

"Yeah, Otis, it's been a long time since we had newcomers in Hulk Gang's territory. Seeing so many slaves here really makes me happy! So tell me, little ones emerging from the white light—are you angels?"

Compared to Otis, Charlie was also a giant, though slimmer, which somehow made him even more repulsive.

"Are you an idiot, Charlie? Look at that guy dressed like a demon; there's no way they're angels."

Otis chuckled, emitting a foul smell with every breath, and slowly lumbered toward Batwing with curiosity in his eyes, as if he were looking at a new toy. Though Batwing appeared calm on the outside, his arm was trembling slightly, his internal unease turning into a grim reality.

Staring at these creatures that were clearly not human, Batwing couldn't shake the feeling that he had been thrown into a world of monsters; otherwise, he couldn't fathom what these green-skinned creatures were supposed to be.

Each of them exuded an intense, terrifying aura—a feeling that was difficult to put into words, but Batwing felt as though he were standing before something like Doomsday.

If it weren't for the civilians behind him, Batwing would've fired up his suit's engines and flown far away from these monsters. But he knew he couldn't do that; countless people were depending on him, and if he fled, all their lives would be at risk.

"So, are you a demon?"

Otis leaned in, asking cautiously.

With that terrifying face only about twenty centimeters from his own, Batwing's throat moved slightly, uncertain of what to say.

Seeing his hesitation, Otis wasn't annoyed. He reached out, tapping Batwing's chest with fingers as thick as beer bottles.

"Say something."

Batwing knew he had to speak up.

"I…"

Before he could finish, a powerful force hit his chest.

The sudden impact sent him flying backward, crashing into the crowd and knocking over several people.

"Hahaha!"

No one had expected the monster to strike so suddenly.

Otis laughed wildly, watching Batwing fly, relishing the thrill of a game that reminded him of playing bowling with humans as pins when he was young.

"I want to play! I want to play too!"

Seeing this, Charlie excitedly ran over.

He licked his blood-stained lips, his gaze scanning the crowd as though he were searching for his next toy.

"Don't break them, Charlie, or old man Banner will get mad. I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see so many interesting folks, so let's wait for him before we start."

Otis held Charlie back.

But Charlie paid no mind, pouting in displeasure.

"There's so many here! We could eat for days. And besides, if a few of them die by accident, old man Banner won't even notice."

Hearing these monsters discuss their amusement so openly, the ordinary people huddled together in shock.

They didn't know what was happening or why they had ended up in this world, but they understood that the two creatures in front of them had no intention of letting them go.

To the two Hulks, these people were nothing more than goods or toys—or, more likely, food.

Clutching his aching chest, Batwing struggled to his feet.

Thankfully, his suit's shock absorption prevented any serious injuries, but Batwing had now realized the strength of his opponents.

The force that had sent him flying several meters with a casual hit was beyond anything he could take on alone. But there was a bit of good news—there were only two of these monsters here.

If he could keep them occupied, he might buy enough time for the others to escape.

With this thought, Batwing pressed a device on his wrist, and instantly, two blue-glowing blades extended from his arms.

"Oh! Look, he's angry!"

Charlie, who had been looking for amusement, perked up at the sight of Batwing preparing for battle.

Living in the Hulk Gang's territory for years, any who dared to resist were long dead; things had been dreadfully "boring."

Seeing someone step up to resist made Charlie excited.

"Otis, you saw it, right? He's doing this on his own. It's not my fault if I accidentally kill him. You'll back me up when old man Banner shows up, right?"

Charlie cracked his knuckles, his smile growing more sinister.

"Alright, I'll vouch for you, but let me join in. I haven't had this kind of fun in ages."

Otis, itching to get involved, said just as Batwing's attack drew near.

With a flick of his wrist, Batwing launched his bat-shaped throwing blades, which struck the two Hulks on the neck. But rather than dealing a fatal blow, the blades left only shallow scratches.

"You think you can challenge us with these toys?"

Charlie casually removed a blade from his neck, grinning.

Batwing didn't answer; wings suddenly unfolded behind him as he dove toward the two Hulks.

Blue light flared as powerful currents surged through the throwing blades, catching the Hulks off guard and temporarily paralyzing them. In that moment, Batwing closed in. The blades on his arms whistled through the air, cutting into the two Hulks' chests, leaving deep gashes that sprayed green blood onto the ground.

"Argh!"

Charlie screamed in pain; he had never felt anything like this since birth.

More experienced, Otis fought through the numbing electricity, grabbed one of the fallen blades, and hurled it back at Batwing.

Even without formal training, anything thrown by a Hulk's powerful arm became a formidable weapon. Since Batwing wasn't far, the bat blade pierced his wing, the force knocking him off balance.

His right shoulder badly injured, Batwing spun several times before crashing to the ground.

After rolling to dissipate the impact, he quickly scrambled back to his feet. There was no time to check his injuries; he knew letting his guard down even slightly would mean death.

"You little pest, you've made me mad now."

Charlie, shaking off his paralysis, glared at Batwing with murderous intent, ready to tear him apart.

Just then, a purple light suddenly appeared behind Charlie.

A mechanical grinding sound followed.

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