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Chapter 116: Color change, gliding, Dr. Lizard plus!

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

There is a fuel tank at the rear of the car. If the fire were allowed to spread to the fuel tank, the whole family would die in the explosion.

Although he was feeling anxious, Peter pretended to be calm on the surface and comforted the frightened mother and child.

"Come on, brave little one,"

Peter called quietly.

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

Hearing this, the little boy plucked up his courage and crawled towards Peter trembling.

But at this moment, the car made an ominous groan again, and the entire car body began to shake as the boy's weight tilted.

As the boy crept closer, Peter held his breath and concentrated on his aim.

"Whoosh-"

The spider silk shot like an arrow and accurately wrapped around the little boy.

"Hold on tight—let's go!"

Peter roared and exerted force with both hands. The little boy was pulled away from the crashing vehicle by the spider silk and landed safely on the spider web that Peter had 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 strands of spider silk, one wrapped around the car body and the other firmly fixed to the bridge structure.

This time we need to estimate the weight of two people. If the support is not strong enough, the car will be at risk of falling at any time.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline and the heat of the flames hit him in the face. Peter balanced his center of gravity and climbed towards the driver's and co-pilot's cab in front.

"Quick! Grab my hand!"

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

The man reached out his hand first, and Peter pulled him out of the car, but at this moment, the car tilted again and swayed.

Peter knew he only had one chance.

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

"Don't let go!"

Peter shouted, then endured the tearing feeling in 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, causing 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 are coming. I'm ready to leave."

"Promise brother, this is our secret, don't tell anyone else...Remember, you are a hero today too."

"it is good!"

The boy nodded, not quite understanding.

As the sound of sirens in the distance got closer, Peter took one last look at the little boy, then shot out a spider silk, which swayed and disappeared into the night.

the next day.

When Peter woke up in the morning, he found that there were tears on the shoulder armor of his battle suit.

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

But unexpectedly, Jonathan was not in the group at that time, but went to another district with his assistant to work on a project.

Therefore, he had no choice but to leave the laboratory without permission and plan to come back tomorrow.

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

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

Isn't this the person in the photo with my father that I have been looking for?

But why is this laboratory door not locked, but there is no one moving around inside?

As an ominous premonition ran through my body like an electric current.

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

What hit me in the face was a disgusting smell, a mixture of the pungent smell of chemicals and some unknown stench.

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

The deep scratches on the wall were particularly obvious in Peter's dark-adapted vision.

What on earth happened here?

How come even the style of painting is different from other laboratories?

Peter stepped cautiously into the chaos, his eyes wandering around the lab table to see if there were any items related to his father.

Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a tattered notebook in the corner.

When I opened the first page, densely packed notes came into view, full of academic calculations, formulas, hand-drawn anatomical drawings of reptiles, and gene sequence diagrams.

But what's strange is that Connors' handwriting became more and more sloppy from the original 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 went unexpectedly smoothly. My arm...it is actually growing and regenerating!"

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

In order to maintain stability, I specifically analyzed the ingredients in compound number six...

I can actually use camouflage... to glide...

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

As the experiment progressed, the contents of the notes 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 much longer I can hold on. It's eating away at my consciousness."

Tucked among the notes were some scribbled sketches of a horrific half-human, half-lizard figure.

Those eyes, even in pencil outline, showed a ferocity and hunger that was chilling.

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

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

It turns out to be this Dr. Connors?

Could this get any more outrageous?

If Dr. Connors is really left alone, the lives of the entire New York population will be in danger due to the uncontrollability and danger of this monster...

Must stop...

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

If I tell him...

At the very least, the general direction of the entire investigation can provide a clear path. As long as the police force is in place, Connors may really be able to be crippled...

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

Thinking of this, Peter quickly ran out of the laboratory with his notebook and soon arrived at the New York City Police Department.

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

Police officers were busy shuttling back and forth, and telephones were ringing one after another.

The air was filled with a mixture of coffee and tension, and a picture of the Lizard Man was hung on the white analysis wall not far away.

Lizardmen... that's a busy one.

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

"How can I help you, young man?"

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

"Oh...I have something urgent to discuss with Sheriff George."

The policewoman raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the young man's request.

Could it be that he got in through the back door?

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

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

"This is an emergency, ma'am."

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

Following the guidance of the female police officer, Peter walked through the busy corridor and soon arrived at the door of George's office.

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.

But... he seemed to have left without saying hello yesterday. I wonder what Gwen will do to make up for it...

Thinking of this, Peter closed the door and gave George, who was looking directly 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 team has not slept since last night in order to solve this case.

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

Who believes?

George is a thousand times unconvinced...

He even felt that his daughter was abducted by a fool.

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