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

"Spider-Man?"

Drake was stunned for a moment, then grinned.

"This is a pleasant surprise!"

Then, Drake stretched out a huge claw to grab Peter.

The claw drew a sharp light in the air, and the sharp tip flashed a frightening cold light.

Peter felt a piercing coldness and barely avoided the attack with the help of spider sense.

Drake's claws missed and smashed the glass outside the building.

"It seems... your power is very special. After swallowing you, it will be mine!"

Drake's voice was low and threatening, and then he swung again, and his claws slammed towards Peter again.

Peter barely twisted his body to avoid this fatal blow

But his injured body made his movements extremely slow, and he could clearly feel the protests from his muscles and bones.

Every movement was accompanied by severe pain.

"Scrape--"

Under the reluctant movement, Riot's claws scraped across his cheek, and the sharp edge cut his mask, revealing the bloody skin underneath.

Blood flowed down Peter's cheek, staining the spider logo on his chest red.

He staggered back against the wall, his heart beating like a drum.

"Hoohoo..."

Peter knew that he was no match for Riot in this state.

Every breath caused severe pain in his ribs, and his vision became blurred due to blood loss.

If this continued... he might really die at the hands of this unknown monster.

But at this critical moment, a deafening roar came from inside the building, and the sound was full of primitive wildness and violence.

The next second, glass fragments flew everywhere, and a huge green figure broke out of the window, and the glass fragments bounced off its hard scales, making a harsh sound.

It was Connors!

Peter was shocked.

Damn... the situation has become more complicated.

Dr. Lizard swung his tail wildly, which was harder than steel, and every swing made a sharp whistle in the air.

His claws flashed coldly in the moonlight, and his eyes glanced back and forth between Peter and Riot, and his wild vertical pupils flashed with bloodthirsty light.

It seems... this is not the helper brought by Peter Parker.

And Riot lurking in Drake's body is obviously very interested in this new opponent who suddenly appeared.

"Interesting... His genes are also very special, Drake, how about we eat this big lizard first?"

Riot's voice came from Drake's body, sounding excited and crazy.

"Good idea, his power will definitely make us stronger... I can already imagine the wonderful feeling of devouring him!"

Then, Drake turned to Dr. Lizard, licked his lips greedily with his tongue, leaving a disgusting trail of mucus, and rushed up with a pounce.

Seeing that this suspected "helper" took the initiative to attack him, Connors snorted with disdain and rushed towards Riot like a cannonball.

The sharp claws went straight to Riot's throat, the air was torn, and a sharp whistle was emitted.

Riot's reaction speed was amazingly fast. His body was instantly deformed, and countless silver tentacles intertwined into a shield to block in front of him.

Dr. Lizard's attack fell heavily on this living shield, making a deafening crash.

Although Riot successfully blocked this fatal blow, Connors' powerful impact also pushed Riot back a few steps, and the glass outer wall under his feet was plowed out with several deep gullies.

"This is interesting..."

Drake felt the addictive feeling of this fist-to-flesh punch, his eyes were intoxicated, and then he grinned and swung his claws and rushed up again.

The two monsters were entangled in an instant.

At this time, while the two monsters were distracted... Peter seized the opportunity to quickly climb to the top of the building.

Every movement he made was accompanied by severe pain, but the instinct for survival made him grit his teeth and persevere.

He had to find Gwen and then find a way to stop this disaster. Otherwise, the entire New York City would be in danger.

But just as he climbed to the top of the building, fate played a cruel joke on him again.

A dark tentacle suddenly wrapped around his ankle. The touch was cold and sticky, making Peter feel sick.

He looked back in horror, only to see Riot grinning at him, his mouth full of fangs grinning.

"Don't try to escape, little bug."

Riot said, and then pulled hard.

Peter only felt a dizzy and was thrown out.

He barely adjusted his posture in the air and tried to shoot out spider silk.

But at this moment, a huge green claw suddenly grabbed him..

Before Peter could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a sharp pain. Dr. Lizard's claws pierced his flesh deeply, and blood flowed down his claws, drawing a scarlet arc in the air.

"Uh ah ah ah ah——"

Peter couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, and the voice was full of pain and despair.

"Spider-Man, oh no... Peter Parker..."

Dr. Lizard hissed, his voice full of bloodthirsty pleasure.

"I will tear you apart with my own hands!"

Before he finished speaking, Dr. Lizard threw Peter heavily to the floor of the room.

Peter felt that his bones were about to fall apart, and his eyes were dark.

The violent impact made his brain blank and his ears buzzing.

He struggled to get up, but was hit hard on the chest by Dr. Lizard's tail.

With a "click", Peter clearly heard the sound of his broken ribs.

The severe pain almost made him faint, and breathing became extremely difficult.

At this moment, a silver light flashed, and the tentacles of Riot wrapped around Dr. Lizard's neck.

Those silver tentacles squirmed like living things, wrapping tighter and tighter. Dr. Lizard's scales were squeezed and made a sound of being overwhelmed, and his breathing instantly became rapid and difficult.

"No... Big Lizard, this prey is mine!"

Drake roared, his voice full of greed and anger.

"Die!"

Dr. Lizard roared, let go of Peter and turned to fight with Riot.

The two behemoths rolled on the roof, and every collision shook the entire building.

Concrete fragments flew everywhere, and the steel bars were twisted into strange shapes.

Peter took the opportunity to crawl to the side with difficulty, gasping for breath. Blood continued to flow out of his wound, forming a scarlet puddle on the ground.

Just then, a sharp rotor sound came.

Peter barely looked up and saw several helicopters flying here.

One of the helicopters had the NYPD logo printed on it, and it was obviously a police reinforcement.

The other one was a TV station helicopter, and the strong searchlight illuminated the entire roof as bright as day.

"Dear viewers, this is WNBC live broadcast."

An excited female voice came from the helicopter.

"We are broadcasting the amazing scene in downtown Manhattan for you...

Two unidentified creatures are fighting fiercely, and the situation is very critical. We also saw the injured Spider-Man, and the situation looks very bad..."

"And, according to the source provided by an anonymous intern at Osborn Laboratory...

The green lizard-like creature is Dr. Connors of the former Osborn Group..."

"He wants to put the lizard serum on the transmitter on the top of the tower... The transmitter has been installed at this time, but it seems not to be started..."

"I don't know what happened. Dr. Connors is wrestling with a black monster at this time..."

In Times Square, thousands of citizens looked up at the real-time images played on the big screen, with fear and anxiety on their faces.

"Oh my God, what is that?"

A woman screamed, hugging her child tightly.

"Spider-Man... How did Spider-Man become like this..."

"Are we finished?"

Another man trembled and said, his eyes full of despair.

Fear spread like a plague among the crowd.

Some people began to cry, some knelt down to pray, and more people fell into hysteria.

On the street, car horns sounded one after another.

Drivers honked their horns frantically, trying to rush out of this city that was about to be "cursed".

But the crowded traffic made it difficult for them to move, and they could only watch the terrible scenes repeating on the big screen in Times Square.

The whole city was shrouded in a haze, and the air was filled with the smell of fear and despair.

And in this sea of ​​panic, one person showed a satisfied smile.

Jonathan stood on the relatively safe 20th floor, looking down at the chaotic city below.

The transmitter must be dismantled, but not by him.

Not now.

Jonathan needs to maximize the benefits as much as possible.

He can feel the strong fear and sadness in the air...

The energy inside his body is rising at a very fast speed, and all the cells in his body are cheering.

"It's great..."

Jonathan stared at the surveillance camera on the 34th floor with his knuckles tapping on his trouser seams.

"I hope the elevator won't be damaged by them..."

"And, poor Garfield... Oh no, Peter, you can't beat him up.Death, that's the best aid tonight..."

"Forget it, let's go up early."

"Peter... have you tried the symbiote suit..."

As he spoke, Jonathan walked slowly into the elevator, and suddenly a sticky black gelatinous substance appeared on his hand.