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

The flames devoured the car hungrily, and the thick smoke obscured half of Peter's vision.

The rear of the car was the fuel tank. If the fire spread to the fuel tank, the whole family would die in the explosion.

Although he was in a hurry, Peter pretended to be calm on the surface, comforting the frightened mother and son.

"Come on, brave little guy,"

Peter called in a low voice.

"Believe in me, believe in yourself..."

Hearing this, the little boy mustered up his courage and crawled towards Peter tremblingly.

But at this time, the car made an ominous groan again, and the whole body began to shake with the boy's weight.

As the boy kept crawling closer, Peter held his breath and focused on aiming.

"Swoosh--"

The spider silk was like an arrow from a string, accurately wrapped around the little boy.

"Hold on--let's go!"

Peter roared, and his hands burst out with force. The little boy was separated from the crashing vehicle by the spider silk and landed safely on the spider web Peter made temporarily on the bridge.

The boy was successfully rescued... but the boy's parents were still in the car.

Peter took a deep breath and shot out two spider silks, one wrapped around the car body and the other firmly fixed on the bridge structure.

This time, the weight of two people had to be estimated. If the support was not strong enough, the car would be at risk of falling at any time.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline, and the heat of the flames was blowing in his face. Peter balanced his center of gravity and climbed towards the front passenger compartment.

"Quick! Grab my hand!"

Peter shouted to the couple in the car, his voice full of urgency.

The man reached out first, and Peter pulled him out of the car, but at this moment, the car tilted again and was about to fall.

Peter knew that he only had one chance.

Then he jumped up, holding the man tightly with one hand and reaching out to the woman in the car with the other hand. At the moment when gravity was about to crush the car support, Peter successfully grabbed the woman's wrist.

"Don't let go!"

Peter shouted, then endured the tearing of his muscles, and used the elasticity of the spider silk to swing the three people to a safe area.

Just as their feet touched the ground, the car finally fell into the water, stirring up a large splash.

After settling the family of three, Peter put on his mask again, knelt on the ground and gasped.

"Thank you, Spider-Man!"

The rescued family burst into tears and hugged each other tightly. The little boy ran over and hugged Peter's shoulders tightly.

Peter suddenly felt that everything he did was meaningful.

"You're welcome,"

Peter said softly.

"The police uncle is coming, I'm ready to go."

"Promise my brother, this is our secret, don't tell others... Remember, you are also a hero today."

"Okay!"

The boy nodded as if he understood.

As the sound of sirens from a distance kept approaching, Peter took a last look at the little boy, then shot out spider silk, and disappeared into the night.

The next day.

Peter woke up early in the morning and found that there was a tear on the shoulder armor of the battle suit.

So he came to Osborn, wanting to find Jonathan to help repair the battle suit.

But unexpectedly, Jonathan was not in the group at this time, but went to another area with his assistant to do a project.

Therefore, he had to leave the laboratory without permission and planned to come back tomorrow.

On the way out, he looked around and watched other operating project laboratories in Osborn Enterprises.

Soon, he saw a familiar name on the laboratory staff sticker sheet at the end of the corridor-Curt Connors.

Isn't this the person he has been looking for, the one in the photo with his father?

But why is the door of this laboratory not locked, but no one is moving inside?

With an ominous premonition running through his body like an electric current.

Peter looked around and made sure that no one was paying attention, then gently pushed open the door of the laboratory.

What came to his face was a disgusting smell, mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals and some unknown stench.

The dim laboratory was in a mess, with instruments scattered all over the floor and glass fragments shining in the dim light...

The deep scratches on the wall were particularly obvious in Peter's vision, which was adapted to the dark.

What happened here...?

Why is the painting style different from other laboratories?

Peter stepped into the chaos carefully, his eyes wandering around the laboratory table, looking for items related to his father.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a tattered notebook in the corner.

Opening the first page, densely packed notes came into view, all of which were academic calculations, formulas, hand-drawn anatomical drawings of reptiles, and basicSequence diagram.

But strangely, Connors' handwriting became increasingly sloppy from the initial neatness.

Peter continued to look through the contents of the notebook curiously.

"The first phase of the experiment was successful. The fusion of lizard DNA and human genes was unexpectedly smooth. My arm... it was actually growing and reborn!"

"On the third day, I found that I seemed to have the biological signs of a lizard...

In order to maintain stability, I deliberately analyzed the components of compound No. 6...

I can actually use camouflage colors... glide...

"... There is always something wrong. My thinking becomes fuzzy, and sometimes I have some... primitive impulses."

As the experiment progressed, the contents of the notebook became more and more disorganized, and even the handwriting was directly covered by the exploding black ink, making it almost unrecognizable.

Following the blurred handwriting, Peter finally read it out.

"I don't know how long I can hold on. It is devouring my consciousness. "

In the notebook were some scribbled sketches, depicting a horrifying image of a half-human, half-lizard creature.

Those eyes, even if they were just pencil outlines, revealed a terrifying frenzy and hunger.

Seeing this, Peter instantly took a breath of cold air.

He finally understood who the monster that attacked the crowd last night was...

It was actually Dr. Connors?

Could this be any more outrageous?

If Dr. Connors is really left alone, then with the uncontrollability and danger of this monster, the lives of the entire New York crowd will be in danger...

It must be stopped...

Peter suddenly remembered that his father-in-law seemed to be the sheriff.

If I tell him...

At least, the general direction of the entire investigation can give a clear path, as long as the police If he has the right strength, he might be able to defeat Connors...

After all, a great man once said that the truth is only within the range of artillery...

Thinking of this, Peter hurriedly took his notebook and ran out of the laboratory, and soon came to the New York City Police Department.

Pushing open the heavy glass door, the scene inside the police station came into view.

The police officers were busy shuttling back and forth, and the phone rang one after another.

The air was filled with a mixture of coffee and nervousness, and a photo of the lizard man was hung on the white analysis wall not far away.

Lizard man... that's busy.

Peter's eyes swept across the hall, looking for the figure of his father-in-law.

"Is there anything I can help you with, young man?"

A female police officer who had just walked out of the bathroom suddenly stopped Peter.

"Oh... I have something urgent to see Chief George. "

The policewoman raised her eyebrows, obviously surprised by the young man's request.

Could it be a backdoor?

But she still pointed to a door at the end of the corridor.

"He's in the office, but he may be busy now... Are you sure you can't wait?"

"This is an emergency, ma'am."

"Okay, it's over there, I'll take you there."

As the policewoman led, Peter walked through the busy corridor and soon came to George's office door.

The policewoman knocked on the door and pushed it open a crack.

"Sir, a young man said he had an emergency to report."

"Let him in. "

After all, they had a family dinner yesterday, so Peter naturally recognized his father-in-law's voice.

However... he seemed to have left without saying hello yesterday, and I wonder what Gwen will find to make up for him...

Thinking of this, Peter closed the door and gave George, who was looking straight at him, an awkward but polite smile.

"Hi... Uncle George..."

"Peter?"

Sheriff Stacy recognized him and frowned slightly.

"What are you doing here? Is Gwen okay?"

"Gwen is fine, uncle."

"It's just that I may have clues about the lizard man... In other words, I know his true identity."

Hearing this, Sheriff Stacy's expression suddenly became strange.

The entire police force has not slept since last night to solve this case.

And now you tell him... the case was solved by a child?

Who would believe it?

George didn't believe it a thousand times...

He even thought that his daughter was kidnapped by a fool.