Marvel's Super Venom System

After sending Lyanna back, Meng Ran and Gwen left.

Now that the Crocodile Gang has been destroyed, there is only the final finishing work left. Of course, we still need to find our dear Director George.

Meng Ran and Gwen came to Gwen's house together again, standing on a building not far away.

It was still Meng Ran who knocked on the window and put in the folder, while Gwen stood there, watching Meng Ran interact with his father.

I don't know how to put it, every time I see this picture, Gwen feels inexplicably strange.

After putting away the things, Meng Ran stepped back and stood with Gwen.

Meng Ran looked at George who came to pick up the documents with ease, and said softly to Gwen: "After tonight, there will be no Crocodile Gang anymore."

Gwen also ignored the weird feeling, nodded and said: "Yes, this big cancer has finally been removed."

George in the room had finished reading the documents. After putting the flashlight back, he quietly left the room, got dressed and went to the garage to drive.

With the roar of the car, George drove to the police station. Along the way, he was familiar with making phone calls to find someone. After several operations, they all became familiar with the road.

Looking at George who was leaving, Meng Ran said softly to Ge: "Go back to sleep first, there is still class tomorrow, I will go back and go home after a while."

Gwen also knew that she didn't have the same energy as Meng Ran, so she nodded and replied, "Okay, then you should also pay attention to safety."

"Then see you tomorrow~"

Hearing that Gwen told him to be safe, Meng Ran couldn't help joking, "I'm an evil spirit, and it's the criminals who should be careful."

Gwen gave Meng Ran a blank look, then said goodbye to Meng Ran, and returned to her room.

Meng Ran also left somewhere, and continued to wander around the city, maintaining the tranquility of the night.

The Osborne Group at night was empty except for the security personnel.

The floor of the R&D department, compared with the hustle and bustle of people during the day, is dark and deserted at night. There is only one half-hidden door in the dark environment, and the light exposed through the crack of the door becomes the only light source on this floor.

An elegant and handsome middle-aged man was sitting at the desk in a white coat. He was holding a pen in his left hand, writing and drawing on paper, and his right sleeve was rolled up. There was no arm in the empty sleeve.

Connerson is having a headache about the experiment. Logically speaking, he should be happy instead of having a headache, because a breakthrough has been achieved in this experiment.

However, due to time constraints, this achievement could no longer be carried out slowly and step by step. He had to come up with a method that could quickly confirm and improve this achievement as soon as possible.

Connerson put down his pen a little irritatedly, he really didn't know what to do, remembering what Neo (didn't find out what it was called, so he made up one) said to himself during the day, Connerson couldn't help but feel powerless.

"Doctor, Norman Osborn can't afford to wait anymore. He has no time. Human experiments must be carried out as soon as possible."

"I'm going to the Veteran's Hospital tomorrow. I think there will be a lot of people missing arms and legs. Good luck to us all, Doctor."

Thinking of these words, Connerson couldn't help clenching his only left fist, and then he let go of his fist with a complicated expression, covering his empty right arm sleeve with his left hand.

After a while, Dr. Connerson seemed to have made up his mind. He stood up and left the desk. He came to an instrument, entered a long series of complex passwords, opened the locked door, and took out a green reagent in a test tube-like container.

Connerson took out the reagent and put it into a syringe. He held the syringe in one hand and was about to stab his right arm.

As the syringe slowly approached his right arm, Dr. Connerson's expression gradually became complicated and hesitant.

After a pause, Dr. Connerson finally made up his mind and stuck the syringe on his right arm. The green reagent quickly entered his body under the action of the syringe.

The moment the reagent entered Dr. Connerson's body, a strange feeling came from all over his body, and he staggered back to his desk and sat on the chair.

A moment later, a strong pain hit Dr. Connerson again. After persisting for a minute, he was finally brought into a coma by the severe pain.

In the early morning, the sun shone into Dr. Connerson's office, and the slit of sunlight moved slowly over time, and finally reached his face.

Feeling the sunshine, Dr. Connerson moved his eyelids and opened his eyes. Hearing the gradually increasing voices outside, he knew it was morning.

He subconsciously raised his right hand to block the sunlight, then got up from the table and leaned on his stool.

"Right hand? Why do I have a right hand?" Dr. Connerson realized that he blocked the sun with his right hand.

He quickly raised his right hand and looked at it carefully.

Dr. Connerson saw a thick white and gentle arm growing out of his right arm, and the front fingers were also wrapped in it.

He poked the "arm" of his right hand with his left hand, and the jade-like white arm turned out to be holding a thick "protective film".

Dr. Connerson quickly unwrapped his right hand, and a moment later, a slightly thicker arm appeared in front of him.

He looked at his arm excitedly, a little unbelievable, this was a scene he had only seen in his dreams.

Connerson quickly picked up the phone on the table, wanting to call Neo.

The call was connected, but it was Neo's secretary who answered the phone. She told Conasenio that he was on his way to the Veterans Hospital and that he should be on the Brooklyn Bridge by now.

Dr. Connerson hung up the phone immediately, picked up his coat and walked out. He wanted to find Neo quickly and tell him the result so that he didn't need to go to the Veterans Hospital.

Dr. Connerson came downstairs, stopped a taxi and got on it. He said anxiously, "Quick, go to the Brooklyn Bridge."

The driver ignored Dr. Connerson's anxiety, but said unhurriedly: "You have to tell me where you are going, sir. Is it on the Brooklyn Bridge? How to park there."

Hearing the driver's unhurried words, Dr. Connerson couldn't help being furious. He suddenly let out an abnormal roar, and then shouted: "I said it! Brooklyn Bridge!"

The driver was taken aback by Dr. Connerson's roar, and quickly started the accelerator and drove towards the Brooklyn Bridge. He just wanted to send this lunatic away quickly.

The driver continued to speed up along the way, cursing inwardly: "I'm really unlucky today. I woke up early in the morning and encountered such a thing. If I'm sick, I don't want to go to the hospital and go to the bridge. Why can't I think about it?"

Finally arrived at the bridge, the bridge was blocked, the driver shook his head helplessly, looked at the rearview mirror and said to Dr. Connerson behind: "Hey! The bridge is ahead, where do you want to get off?"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the driver turned his head and yelled a few more times.

I saw a person lying sideways on the back seat, his coat covering his upper body and even his head.

Seeing that he couldn't be called, the driver pulled Dr. Connerson's clothes with his hands.

As a result, the clothes were pulled off, but inside was not the handsome middle-aged man just now, but a green monster with a tail.

Seeing this, the driver immediately screamed uncontrollably, then quickly unfastened his seat belt, opened the door and ran out.

Connerson in the backseat, now Dr. Lizard, was awakened by the driver's screams.

After waking up, Dr. Lizard's head was in a mess. He didn't know where he was or what he was going to do, but he seemed to vaguely remember to find Neo.

Dr. Lizard rose from the back seat, tore the roof of the cab with his claws, and emerged from the inside.

His eyes have no sense at this moment, only crazy wildness and instinctive desire to destroy.

He's going to find that man named Neo and tear him apart.