THE LAST TITIAN

General Ross and the soldiers could only stare in awe and terror at the monstrous figure before them. The Hulk's presence was overwhelming, a living embodiment of rage and destruction. It was clear that Bruce Banner was no longer in control, and the Hulk was ready to unleash his fury on anything and anyone in his path.

"Fire!!" Ross shouted, breaking the soldiers out of their trance.

The soldiers aimed their guns and fired at the Hulk. The bullets bounced off his skin, merely annoying him. With a furious growl, the Hulk swung his massive arm, sending seven soldiers flying into the walls. The impact was brutal; their bodies hit the concrete with bone-shattering force, leaving them crumpled and motionless on the ground.

The Hulk let out a terrifying roar, "ROAR!!" The sound was deafening, causing Ross and the soldiers to cover their ears in pain. The sheer power of the roar reverberated through the plant, shaking the very foundations of the building.

With a mighty slam of his fist into the ground, the Hulk leaped into the air. The force of his jump sent debris and snow crashing down from the ceiling, filling the plant with a blinding cloud of dust and ice. The ceiling itself shattered, leaving a gaping hole through which the Hulk disappeared into the stormy sky above.

Ross removed his hands from his ears and looked up at the hole in the ceiling, his face contorted with rage. "Son of a bitch! I need some goddamn birds in the air now! We can't let him get away!" he yelled, his voice filled with fury as he ran out of the plant.

The Hulk landed with a thunderous crash, his massive feet sinking into the snow-covered ground. He had made significant distance from the small, impoverished town of Creel, now deep within the rugged wilderness of the Sierra Tarahumara mountains. The landscape around him was a stark contrast to the chaos he had left behind. Towering pine trees, their branches heavy with snow, surrounded him, and the air was crisp and cold, filled with the scent of pine and earth.

The Hulk moved with surprising agility for his size, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. His powerful legs propelled him forward, covering vast distances with each stride. The snow crunched loudly beneath his feet, leaving deep, wide footprints in his wake. His breath came out in visible puffs of steam, a reminder of the frigid temperatures.

As he moved through the dense forest, the Hulk's keen senses were on high alert. He could hear the distant calls of birds and the rustling of small animals in the underbrush. The towering trees provided a natural canopy, their branches forming a labyrinth of shadows and light. The Hulk's green skin stood out starkly against the white snow, but his movements were fluid and purposeful, a testament to his primal instincts.

The terrain was challenging, with steep inclines and rocky outcrops, but the Hulk navigated it with ease. His immense strength allowed him to leap over obstacles and scale rocky cliffs with minimal effort. Each leap sent snow and debris cascading down, but the Hulk paid no mind, his focus solely on putting as much distance as possible between himself and his pursuers.

The further he traveled, the more the environment changed. The dense forest began to thin out, giving way to open, snow-covered plains. The wind picked up, howling through the mountains and whipping the snow into swirling patterns. The Hulk's movements remained relentless, his determination unwavering despite the harsh conditions.

The Hulk's mind was a whirlwind of raw emotion and instinct. Anger and a primal need to escape drove him forward, his thoughts simple and direct. There was no room for fear or hesitation—only the need to keep moving, to stay free.

The Hulk growled as he leaped into the air, his powerful legs propelling him high above the treetops. At that moment, a fighter jet roared overhead, its sleek form cutting through the sky. The jet released a missile, the projectile hurtling towards the ground with a high-pitched whine.

The missile struck the earth with a deafening explosion, a massive fireball erupting from the point of impact. The shockwave rippled through the forest, sending trees crashing to the ground and snow flying in all directions. The Hulk landed several hundred feet away from the blast, the force of his impact creating a crater in the snow-covered ground.

The Hulk's landing was powerful, his feet sinking deep into the earth as he absorbed the shock. He growled, shaking off the disorientation from the explosion. The heat from the blast singed the edges of his green skin, but the Hulk barely noticed, his focus solely on escaping.

With another guttural growl, the Hulk took off running. His massive strides covered the ground quickly, each step leaving deep impressions in the snow. The forest blurred around him as he moved, the wind whipping past his ears. The Hulk's movements were relentless, driven by the primal need to stay ahead of his pursuers.

Several more fighter jets appeared in the sky, their engines roaring as they closed in on the Hulk's position. The jets began firing their M61A1 six-barrel Gatling guns, the rapid-fire bullets streaking through the air with a high-pitched whine. The bullets rained down on the Hulk, bouncing harmlessly off his thick, green skin. The sound of gunfire echoed through the mountains, a cacophony of destruction.

The Hulk continued to run, undeterred by the onslaught. He barreled through the snow-covered landscape, his powerful legs propelling him forward with incredible speed. The environment around him was a rugged, untamed wilderness. The dense forest had given way to open plains, dotted with rocky outcrops and patches of hardy vegetation. The snow lay thick on the ground, a pristine white blanket that crunched loudly beneath the Hulk's feet.

The wind howled through the open plains, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant calls of wildlife. The sky above was a deep, stormy gray, heavy with the promise of more snow. The fighter jets circled overhead, their presence a constant reminder of the relentless pursuit.

The Hulk's movements were a blur of raw power and determination. He leaped over boulders and crashed through thickets, his path a trail of destruction. The bullets from the jets' Gatling guns continued to rain down, but they were nothing more than an annoyance to the unstoppable force that was the Hulk.

The Hulk stopped running, his massive frame coming to a sudden halt. He smashed his hands into the snow-covered ground with a thunderous impact, sending a shockwave through the earth. With a primal roar, he began to pull, his muscles bulging and straining as he lifted a massive chunk of earth from the ground. The piece of earth was enormous, a jagged mass of rock and soil that dwarfed even the Hulk's colossal form.

With the massive piece of earth held above his head, the Hulk took a running start. His powerful legs propelled him forward, each step shaking the ground beneath him. With a mighty leap, he launched himself into the air, the massive chunk of earth still clutched in his hands. As he reached the peak of his jump, he hurled the massive piece of earth at the four fighter jets circling overhead.

The jets tried to evade, but the massive projectile was too fast. The chunk of earth collided with the jets in a spectacular explosion of metal and fire. The impact was devastating, the jets crumpling and disintegrating under the force of the collision. Fiery debris rained down from the sky, the remains of the jets scattering across the snow-covered landscape.

The Hulk landed back on the ground with a resounding crash, his feet sinking deep into the snow. He roared in triumph, the sound echoing through the mountains and shaking the very air. The destruction he had caused was immense, a testament to his unstoppable power.

With another guttural growl, the Hulk took off running once more. His strides were long and powerful, each step covering vast distances. As he ran, he gathered his strength and leaped into the air, his massive form soaring above the treetops. He disappeared into the stormy sky, leaving behind a trail of destruction and a sense of awe in his wake.