The Spider Squad, enhanced by the serum made from a certain teenager's DNA, encircled Bruce Banner, their eyes alight with predatory hunger. Their limbs, taut with tension, released as they lunged at Bruce, delivering brutal punches and kicks to his body. Every blow was a calculated strike, intending to awaken the green giant within.

Bruce's body convulsed with each hit, his pain morphing into an all-consuming rage. His skin turned a sickly green, his muscles bulging as his height increased dramatically. His shirt ripped apart, exposing the monstrous form of the Hulk, who roared with primal fury.

Hulk wasted no time, his massive fists pulverizing the five enemies surrounding him. One of the squad members, weapon in hand, launched electrifying darts at the green behemoth. The high voltage tore through Hulk's flesh, inflicting considerable damage, but only served to fuel his rage further.

With a guttural growl, Hulk ripped the darts from his body and leaped towards his assailant. His massive fist connected, sending the figure flying into the warehouse wall. The remaining members of the Spider Squad sprang into action, two clinging to the ceiling, unleashing a hail of projectiles upon the enraged Hulk. The other two engaged him in close combat, their punches landing with surprising force, pushing Hulk back slightly.

But their efforts were in vain. Hulk clapped his hands together, generating a shockwave that sent one assailant flying through the air. The other narrowly avoided the blast, countering with a desperate move.

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The soldier lifted a nearby forklift and hurled it towards Hulk. The impact sent the giant crashing to the ground, a cloud of dust billowing from the point of impact.

But Hulk was far from defeated. The mangled forklift shot out from the cloud of dust, aimed straight at the soldier. With a skillful backflip, the soldier evaded the projectile, retreating towards the safety of the ceiling.

Meanwhile, outside the warehouse, Thanos observed the unfolding chaos. He could sense the rage, fear, and determination within the building. Although he felt a strong desire to face the Hulk himself, his primary goal was to evaluate the skills of his acolytes. Power was everything, and Thanos was determined to be the strongest.

"Bring the rest of the squad," he ordered through the communication device. A voice responded, "Understood."

Five additional soldiers approached the warehouse, clad in black clothing and advanced gear. A woman with fiery red hair unsheathed her katana, the blade igniting with a sinister glow. The largest soldier clenched his fist, emitting a disquieting sound as a dark aura surrounded him. A petite woman stretched her body, mimicking the Mad Titan's unique style. Another soldier cackled, cracking his neck with a sinister grin. The last soldier, eerily, transformed into an uncanny replica of Thanos, his jovial demeanor replaced with a calm, menacing presence.

Side by side, these five warriors prepared to join the fray against an enraged Hulk. The ensuing battle would be nothing short of extraordinary, with the warehouse serving as the stage for a spectacular and chaotic showdown.