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"Great!"

"Peter, I'll go to Osborne now, but the experiment is a process after all, and it takes time."

Gwen said.

"Gwen... this is very dangerous, you know... Dr. Connors is no longer the man we knew. He is now extremely powerful and extremely dangerous. You have to be careful."

"I promise to be careful, but we have to hurry...As you said, I don't know when the doctor will start his plan."

"Three hours."

Gwen quickly packed her bag.

"The materials in the lab are limited, Peter. We only have one chance to use the antidote."

"it is good."

"Gwen...be careful. If Connors finds out that you are developing an antidote..."

"I know."

"Peter, you are the one who really needs to be kept safe... If anything happens to you, all this will be in vain..."

Gwen said worriedly.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Gwen immediately turned on her computer and began to quickly record a list of materials needed.

Her hands were shaking a little. It was the first time for her to do such a thing that destroyed her world view. But now she was shouldering the responsibility of saving the entire city and could not afford any mistakes.

She really didn't want to turn into a disgusting creature like a lizard man.

Perhaps the only people who can tolerate this situation are the Indians on the other side of the strait.

I've always liked lizards.

Not long after Gwen took a taxi away from home.

With the roar of a private helicopter, the men brought Drake to the "backfield" of the battle at the Imperial University.

"impossible……"

Drake cursed under his breath when he realized something was wrong.

"The commotion just now clearly pointed to this place."

He looked around and saw only broken walls and ruins at the scene, with many body parts on the ground.

This incident happened rather suddenly, and it was only because Drake had been paying attention to the Imperial University that he knew about the riot there.

It was here that Riot first smelled the scent of the symbiote.

But...it seems that this symbiote has disappeared...

The once busy campus was now empty, without even the sound of birds chirping.

"Jie Jie..."

Riot suddenly churned within Drake, letting out an ear-piercing scream, and Drake doubled over in agony, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

According to Riot himself, he, Drake, was not a perfect host.

As long as Riot parasitizes on me for one day, my body will use it as nutrients for it to absorb, and the more it absorbs, the weaker I will become.

But Drake used it really cool...

The only solution is mutual devouring among the symbiotes.

Drake naturally didn't want to be sucked into a mummy, not to mention that the swelling feeling of having power made it difficult for him to give up.

So no matter what, he had to find these symbiotes and devour them one by one.

Not only that, Riot also told him that the symbiote can autonomously replicate the abilities of its parasitic target and feed them back to the new host.

Therefore, Drake's ambition became particularly huge after learning about it. Maybe he could catch the latest Spider-Man that appeared in New York and try to bring him back...

However, the main target at this stage is still the symbiote.

In comparison, it’s a pleasure to be alive.

"Ahem... Riot, calm down."

Derek said breathlessly.

"We will find it..."

"Riot, can you sniff out the location of other symbiotes like you did before?"

"Can……"

Hearing Riot's answer, Drake closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling Riot's mental fluctuations.

Suddenly, a blurry image flashed through his mind, a building towering into the sky... with a green LOGO flashing on the top.

Osborne Building is basically a household name locally.

"Osborne Enterprises..."

Drake opened his eyes and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"I see...According to the traces...it seems that the one who robbed my goods was Osborn's men..."

"very good……"

Thinking of this, Drake jumped onto the helicopter and gave new instructions to the pilot.

"To Osborne Building."

The helicopter turned and flew towards the center of Manhattan.

"soon……"

Drake whispered.

"We can get what we want."

at the same time.

Jonathan, who had just returned to Osborne, took a nice hot bath, then relaxed on the sofa and took out his mobile phone.

It turned out to be 30 missed calls from Peter.

"What's going on... Thirty phone calls, could it be that my wife is missing?"

So Jonathan called back and Peter on the other end picked up right away.

"Hello? Harry?"

"Peter, I just got back to Osborn, what happened?"

"Harry, Dr. Connors is the Lizard Man... His plan is to get the serum cluster launchers in the lab, install them on top of the tower, and then fire them to cover all of New York with lizard serum."

"I've asked Gwen to go to the lab now... She can prepare the antidote, but she needs your permission."

"no problem."

"Harry, you should be careful too... Dr. Connors is very crazy now and is extremely dangerous. I am going to go there now...

Now the doctor has disappeared, and he may have gone to your side."

"Oh... is there such a good thing?"

"Harry, I didn't hear you, what did you say?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, you are busy."

Jonathan quickly hung up the phone and exhaled.

"Damn it... I was so excited that I almost let it slip."

What needs to be done to amplify fear to the extreme?

The cooperation between the protagonist and the villain...and the cooperation of the spectators.

You know what, sometimes the actors in TV dramas are not even as good at getting into the show as the audience.

Thinking of this, Jonathan made another call.

"Hello, WNBC News?"

Jonathan asked.

"I'm an unknown passerby, and I have explosive news... Spider-Man is preparing to fight the green monster in Osborn Building."

"Yes, one hundred percent authentic..."

Jonathan paused and added:

"You want an exclusive? Send a helicopter to the intersection of Broadway and Seventh Avenue, yes, near Times Square. Hurry up, don't let CNN get there first."

"Oh, and here's another important detail... Can you put the live broadcast on the big screen in Times Square? Yes, that giant LED screen."

"Imagine the whole of New York City watching the fight of the century...the ratings would go through the roof!"

Seeing that the person on the other end of the phone seemed hesitant, Jonathan immediately put pressure on him:

"Hey, I still have some connections in Osborne...

If you don’t do it, I’m calling FOX, and trust me, it’s worth it.”