American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

When Connors slowly injected the tube of emerald green serum into the remaining broken part of his left arm.

His breathing almost stopped.

The laboratory that he had specially locked was terribly silent, with only the faint hum of the instrument trembling in the air.

Connors stared at the injection site, his pupils dilated with anticipation, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

In the first few seconds, there was only a slight tingling sensation, like tiny black ants biting the flesh.

Connors bit his lower lip tightly, and he didn't even know that he was bleeding.

"It will definitely work..."

Connors whispered in his heart.

Not long after, a warm and itchy feeling spread from the broken limb, as if countless bone-eating bubbles burst and foamed under the skin.

Connors opened his eyes wide.

He found that his left arm really showed signs of regeneration in a weird and fascinating way.

The bones extend abruptly in the air like pale branches, and the dark yellow surface flows and spreads like tar.

Then comes the blood vessels, blue and red tubes interweave into a complex network, and muscle tissue covers it like a sticky slurry, gradually forming and tightening.

Finally, the skin, a layer of gauze curls like bean skin, fits, and gently covers the entire arm.

Connors carefully moves the new fingers, feeling the flexibility of each joint.

The touch from the fingertips is so real, but so strange.

"Heh..."

Connors couldn't help but let out a strange laugh, the ravines at the corners of his eyes overlapped, and the laugh was both joyful and a little hysterical.

"I created a miracle."

He muttered to himself, with a little madness in his eyes.

"I conquered nature and defeated evolution... I am the contemporary Jehovah."

However, while he was ecstatic, a trace of uneasiness quietly climbed into Connors' heart.

He found that his new arm looked a little...wrong.

The skin surface had an unnatural greenish luster, and the nails were longer and sharper than those of normal people.

"This is..."

Connors stood up and raised his new arm.

Under the light of the laboratory, the arm showed a strange luster, as if covered with a thin layer of scales.

He stared at the arm obsessively, not noticing that his pupils were slowly turning into vertical slits, like the eyes of a reptile.

Just then, a sharp pain suddenly came from the spine, and Connors screamed and arched his body.

He hurried to the mirror in front of the laboratory sink.

"This... This is impossible!"

Connors tightly grasped the edge of the sink, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

In the mirror.

His skin began to glow with a sickly greenish luster, and the marks of rotten moss spread on the surface of his skin.

Tiny scales, like some kind of horrible parasite, emerged from the pores at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At first, there were only a few pieces, but in a blink of an eye, they swept across the entire face and neck like a plague.

Connors watched in horror as his human appearance completely disappeared in just a few minutes, replaced by a disgusting reptile face.

He reached out to touch his face with a trembling hand, and the touch from his fingertips made him tremble all over.

It was no longer the familiar warm skin, but some kind of cold and rough foreign body.

The edge of the scales was as sharp as a knife, and a slight touch left a blood mark on the fingertips.

Connors suddenly retracted his hand, staring at the blood oozing from his fingertips, and a feeling of nausea surged into his throat.

Suddenly, his vision was distorted violently, and the whole world was stretched and deformed. When his vision was refocused, Connors was horrified to find that his senses had become unusually sharp.

He could even see every detail of the spider's web in the corner of the laboratory and distinguish the subtle vibrations when the second hand of the clock on the wall moved.

The air was filled with all kinds of smells, some of which were strange smells he had never smelled before.

His ears were filled with countless subtle sounds - the sound of water flowing in the pipes, the crawling of rats in the walls, and the hustle and bustle of the streets in the distance. This sudden sensory overload almost made him faint.

Connors wanted to shout, but found that his voice had completely distorted, replaced by a low and hoarse strange tone.

He opened his mouth and his tongue popped out uncontrollably -

It was no longer a human tongue, but a slender and forked snake tongue.

Connors looked at his open and closed mouth in the mirror, which was full of sharp fangs.

A fishy saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the sink, making a "hissing" corrosion sound.

At this time, a sharp pain once again rushed from the spine to the brain like an electric current.

Connors arched his body in pain, holding his chest tightly with both hands. He could clearlyHe felt the bones in his body reorganizing and the muscles stretching, as if countless knives were cutting back and forth in his body.

His body began to twist and deform, his limbs stretched, his nails grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned into a set of sharp claws.

The most horrifying thing was the change in his back.

Connors could feel his spine extending and his skin being stretched tighter and tighter.

Finally...

With a "snap".

The skin on Connors' back cracked, and blood and tissue fluid splattered on the ground, leaving bloodstains.

A long, scaly tail slowly emerged from the crack and swung restlessly in the air.

As his body deformed, Connors felt that his mind was also changing.

He began to have a strong aversion to the bright laboratory lights, and a desire for a dark and humid place quickly occupied his mind.

Hearing the squeaking of the little white mouse in the corner of the laboratory, Connors felt an uncontrollable hunger.

His throat involuntarily let out a low roar, and saliva dripped from his fangs.

Connors struggled desperately to stay awake, but the animal impulse washed over his consciousness like a tide.

His vision began to blur, his brain was gradually swallowed by a primitive chaos, and his reason was like a candle in the wind, shaky.

Not long after, a cold and venomous snake-like light burst out from his eyes.

He, or it.

Wanted to leave here temporarily.

But it didn't notice that the TV in the laboratory was playing a real-time news broadcast.

In the picture, Sheriff George Stacy was preaching something in front of the police information release desk.

"Dear journalist friends, dear citizens, I stand here today to announce an important decision."

He paused, and his eyes became more severe and serious.

"From now on, the New York City Police Department will do its utmost to hunt down the masked vigilante who calls himself Spider-Man."

Hearing this, the media and audience in the audience burst into exclamations and discussions.

Sheriff George raised his hand to suppress it, signaling everyone to be quiet, and continued.

"In the past few days, this so-called vigilante seemed to have helped some citizens... However, we cannot ignore the fact that his behavior is illegal and a blatant provocation to our legal system."

"We absolutely cannot tolerate a person wearing a mask and not being restrained by anything doing whatever he wants in our city."

"He has not received any training and has no legal authorization, but he has used violence without authorization."

"This behavior is not only dangerous, but also a threat to our democratic society."

"We are a society ruled by law. If everyone thinks they can ignore the law and act arbitrarily, then our society will fall into chaos.

Spider-Man's behavior, no matter what the motive is, is encouraging more people to follow his example, which will lead to more violence and disorder."

At this point, George's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Therefore, I am here today to officially announce that Spider-Man has been listed as our most wanted criminal."

"Once we find his whereabouts, we will do our best to hunt him down."

"At the same time, I call on all citizens who know the situation. If you have any information about Spider-Man's identity or whereabouts, please report it to the police immediately."

In the hospital, Peter, who was watching TV in front of Uncle Ben's bed, suddenly received a call from his girlfriend Gwen.

After becoming Spider-Man, Peter was full of confidence and soon caught up with Gwen.

Uncle Ben was in trouble, and Peter's only comfort was that he had Gwen.

With sweetness in his heart, Peter answered the phone.

"Peter?"

"I'm here, what's the matter?"

"My dad wants to see you."

"He said he wanted to get to know my boyfriend better... Don't be nervous, Peter, it's just a family dinner."