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

(Some parts were missed due to errors in the previous chapter, which have been supplemented)

A silver-blue figure fell rapidly from the sky, like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

Miguel O'Hara's battle suit shone with a metallic cold light in the sun, and the claws on his arms had been unfolded, reflecting a sharp cold light.

The Green Goblin had just dodged his attack, but O'Hara had already predicted his move.

"Scrape--"

The claws of his right hand slashed through the air, leaving deep cracks on the propulsion device of the Green Goblin's glider, and the sound of metal tearing was harsh and sharp.

"Your reaction..." O'Hara's voice was full of sarcasm.

"As slow as the archive records."

"Boy...you're looking for death!"

The Green Goblin roared and threw a string of pumpkin bombs, but O'Hara's movements were faster.

His body twisted in the air, like a hawk hunting.

The acceleration thrusters equipped on the battle suit allowed him to complete maneuvers in the air that ordinary people could not imagine.

He pierced each bomb with his claws accurately, pinning them to the far wall before they exploded.

"It's time to end it."

O'Hara didn't give the Green Goblin a chance to breathe.

His fighting style has always been fierce and precise.

When the Green Goblin realized that he was at a disadvantage, it was too late.

O'Hara's claws accurately cut off his weapon system and maneuvering device, and then a fierce elbow knocked him to the ground.

"As for you, Kingpin,"

O'Hara turned slowly, his claws reflecting a dangerous light in the sun.

"You disrupted the order of time and space and must be stopped."

"I have studied the combat data of each of you,"

O'Hara's voice was cold.

"In my time, you are just losers in the historical archives."

Kingpin shook his head slightly.

"You also said that it's just your world."

"Just like every world has their shadows, but they are not my Vanessa and Richard..."

"Don't dream, time cannot be changed."

O'Hara's biosensor captured a trace of blood floating in the air-

That was the trace left by other Spider-Man's previous battles.

His quantum computing system was running at a high speed, and the cold data stream kept refreshing the retina display.

Kingpin stood there, his body under the suit was like a perfect killing machine.

According to analysis, the super soldier serum has rewritten his genetic map and reshaped his nervous system.

A certain obsession was amplified, and the catalysis of pheromones caused the will to change.

Kingpin's eyes were emotionless, as if he was looking at a group of bugs that were about to be crushed.

That kind of condescending indifference was the precipitation after countless life-and-death battles.

It is estimated that many Spider-Mans must have died at Kingpin's hands.

"Calculations show that his muscle density is 40 times that of an ordinary person."

O'Hara's voice was transmitted to other Spider-Men through the quantum encryption channel.

"Bone strength has increased six times, and nerve reaction speed has increased eight times."

"We need to cooperate."

But Kingpin is not a turn-based BOSS. Seeing that the Spider-Men did not move, he took the lead.

Kingpin did not care about these mobs blocking his way. What he wanted to accomplish more was to find his wife and children behind through these worlds.

As long as there was a possibility, he would not give up.

The air solidified in an instant.

Kingpin's first heavy punch was so fast that it exceeded the limit of human vision.

O'Hara, who was standing in the front, barely set up defense, but felt that his outer armor was overwhelmed by the blow.

The wind from the fist swept past, leaving an almost invisible crack on his mask.

"Don't overestimate your own abilities"

Kingpin's voice was like a cold machine.

"Your combat proficiency is indeed admirable, but this cannot change any facts - no matter how much you do, you are overestimating yourself in the face of absolute facts."

"Then try it... Everyone, go!"

O'Hara quickly dodged to the side, clawing the ground fiercely.

"Found the target's weakness... The metabolites of the serum are damaging his nervous system."

"King and the serum are not perfectly compatible. To a large extent, it is the feedback of his use of willpower to suppress the side effects."

"We don't need to defeat him head-on, we just need to wait for his body to betray him and his body and mind to separate."

"Received - I'm here to interfere remotely!"

The next second, Garfield's symbiote suit opened instantly, and the surrounding black biomass continued to split and reorganize, forming countless night-like tentacles.

Each tentacle flashed with a metallic cold light, and at certain angles, you could even see plasma-like energy patterns flowing on its surface..

Under the mask, Garfield's eyes, which were covered for the first time, turned blood red under the cover of the symbiote, but his consciousness remained clear.

With the help of the power of the symbiote, Garfield suddenly jumped up, and the black fluid stretched into a long whip under his will, and then turned into a dizzying black storm.

Countless tentacles and sharp blades intertwined in the air, forming a perfect spherical strangulation field.

The target was directly aimed at Kingpin.

Gwen's movements were still elegant, but that elegance had lost its former lightness, replaced by the deadly precision of an assassin.

Her spider web was no longer a simple bondage, but a precisely calculated death trap.

Each spider silk was arranged at a specific angle in order to cut off Kingpin's retreat when necessary.

In Holland's uniform, the AI ​​"Edith" left by Stark is conducting a tactical analysis:

"Warning, the target's vital signs are undergoing abnormal changes, and it is recommended to take extreme pressure measures immediately."

"Start the one-hit-kill mode."

As soon as the voice fell, the originally bright red uniform was instantly reorganized by nanotechnology, covered with a deep metallic luster.

Behind Holland, four slender mechanical spider legs spread out gracefully, each flashing a deadly cold light.

These mechanical arms built by Stark Technology are as flexible as real spider legs, but much more dangerous than real spider legs.

"Edith, activate all combat systems."

"Sir, all systems are ready."

Edith responded.

"The mechanical arm's reaction speed is increased by 300%, and the energy output is maximized."

The four mechanical spider legs stretched out in an instant, shining with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

The battle broke out in an instant.

Kingpin no longer had any reservations in his actions, and every blow was intended to be fatal. A group fight of several people might not be able to do anything to him.

But it was really disgusting.

Anyway, with the female Doctor Octopus, she could locate the universe through the pheromones on Spider-Man.

Dead or alive... it seemed the same.

It would be better to kill them all.

"Buzz--"

When his fist cut through the air, you could even hear a sonic boom. The ground cracked under his impact, and concrete fragments flew like bullets.

Toby didn't have any fancy abilities, and could only rely on his physical fitness to occasionally punch and kick Kingpin.

Just as the battle became increasingly tense.

Gwen's tactics began to take effect.

Her spider web had constructed a geometric trap.

Those seemingly random spider silks actually formed a precise three-dimensional structure.

Whenever Kingpin moved, these spider silks would shrink in a specific way, limiting his range of motion.

Holland was responsible for the most dangerous job--

At O'Hara's signal, he kept approaching Kingpin through the spider exoskeleton and attached spider silk with special nano-trackers to the other party.

These micro devices disrupt the serum's metabolic process and accelerate its breakdown.

Soon, the side effects of the serum began to appear. Although Jin Bing's movements were still deadly, they had lost their original precision.

Jin Bing suddenly found that his muscles began to twitch uncontrollably and his pupils contracted irregularly.