In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

At the same time, in Dr. Hara Connors' laboratory.

Gwen's fingers danced on the keyboard, and sweat slowly flowed down her temple, leaving dark marks on her white coat.

The fluorescent lights in the laboratory made her pale face look even more haggard.

She knew that time was life, and she had to speed up the preparation of the antidote...

Every second that passes may put countless lives in an irretrievable situation.

The complex molecular structure on the display kept changing. Her eyes were sore from staring at it for so long, but she didn't dare to relax for a moment.

These are all real lives.

God knows whether there is any deviation in the adaptability of the lizard serum... Besides, can a person who has lost his humanity still be called a human being?

Suddenly, a shrill alarm broke the silence of the laboratory, like a sharp dagger piercing the eardrum.

Gwen's head snapped up, fear sweeping through her body like a cold wave, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Dr. Connors—no, that should be called the Lizard Man now—may be coming.

Thinking of this, Gwen quickly saved the data and then looked around quickly, looking for a place to hide.

Finally her eyes fell on a large metal cabinet, which might be the only hope.

Just as she got into the cabinet, the door of the laboratory was violently pushed open with a deafening noise.

The metal door frame was twisted and deformed, and fragments flew everywhere.

Through the blinds in the cabinet, the huge figure of the lizard man appeared at the door.

Its back was hunched, and its heavy breathing echoed in the laboratory.

Those feral yellow eyes scanned the room, and their sharp claws scratched the metal countertop, leaving deep marks.

Gwen huddled in the closet, her hands covering her mouth, afraid to make any sound.

She could even hear her own heartbeat, each beat as loud as thunder.

The touch of the cold metal gave her goose bumps, but she didn't dare to move at all.

The lizard man moved slowly, his tail dragging on the ground, making a creepy friction sound.

He casually swung his claws up, grabbed a beaker, and crushed it casually, causing glass shards to fly everywhere, leaving a trail of broken glass on the ground.

"Oh, humans are so fragile..."

The lizard man growled.

"But soon, this world will no longer need these useless things. I will create a completely new order, a more powerful and more perfect race!"

Inside the cabinet, Gwen held her breath as she watched the Lizardman walk towards the safe where the transmitter was stored.

She knew that if the device fell into the hands of the Lizardmen, the entire New York City would be plunged into hell on earth.

But she couldn't expose herself now, or she would be seeking death...

Soon, the lizard man stood in front of the safe with a hideous smile.

He stretched out his claws and gently scratched the metal surface of the safe, making a harsh sound.

Then, he suddenly exerted force, and the entire safe door was torn off. The sound of metal deforming was chilling.

"Ah, my dear transmitter..."

The Lizardman whispered, carefully removing the device inside.

"With you, we will change the face of this world."

Just then, Gwen's phone suddenly vibrated slightly.

Although the sound was small, it was as piercing as thunder in the silent laboratory.

The lizardman whipped around, his eyes narrowed dangerously, his tongue darting rapidly across his sharp teeth.

"It seems that a mouse has not left yet..."

he hissed.

Gwen curled up in a small, dark closet, her whole body shaking with fear.

I just received a message from Peter on my phone. He was asking about the progress of Gwen's antidote...

But it's really...not the right time.

Gwen then tried to hold her breath, afraid to make any noise.

As heavy and slow footsteps came from outside the closet, every step seemed to be stepping on her heartbeat, and the feeling of oppression was extreme.

"crunch-"

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Gwen saw through the small crack in the closet door a tall dark shadow looming outside.

A strong sulfur-like smell permeated her, almost making her nauseous.

Through the blinds, she saw the pair of yellow-green vertical pupils staring at the cabinet door, and the lizard-like scales glowed coldly in the dim light.

Connors leaned down and made low sniffing sounds.

His claws scraped against the cabinet door, and his sharp nails scraped against the metal, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Gwen could only cover her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming.

Suddenly, a fierce claw strike broke the silence.

Connors' sharp claws grazed the cabinet door in an instant.

Gwen saw five deep scratches right in front of her eyes, as if they were about to tear through the fragile barrier in the next second, and her heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest.

But strangely, Connors did not continue the attack.

His claws slowly slid down the cabinet door, leaving a harsh scraping sound on the surface.

"Ugh……"

Gwen heard him give a low, almost human sigh, and then the footsteps faded away.

Gwen still didn't dare to move, fearing that this was some kind of trap... until she was sure that Connors had really left, she collapsed in the closet.

Gwen didn't know why Connors let her go, but she still opened the cabinet door with trembling hands, walked to the computer tremblingly, and continued the decoding work.

at the same time.

Peter was breathing heavily and blood was oozing from the wound on his leg, but the dark color of his uniform had already concealed it all.

Movement became extremely slow.

Peter ran to a tall building with difficulty and looked up at the tower of Oscorp.

After estimating the drifting distance, Peter had almost no way to cross this distance in a short period of time... He must have some help.

However, just when Peter was at his wit's end, a miracle happened.

Suddenly, all the tower cranes that had stopped working in the sky began to move, as if an invisible hand was controlling them.

As the crane moved, its arms unfolded one by one, showing Peter a shortcut to the tower.

Peter looked towards the transparent operating room of the tower crane.

With the ultimate blessing of dynamic vision, Peter was surprised to find that the people operating these tower cranes were none other than the father of the child he rescued on the bridge.

Coincidence... or destiny?

It turns out that being a good person is still useful...

With the help of the tower crane, Peter was finally able to swing the spider silk again. Although every swing caused severe pain in the wound, he gritted his teeth, sprayed out the spider silk, and continued to fly towards the tower.

Soon, Peter swung a high-intensity pendulum from the tower crane and landed on the outer wall of the Osborne Building.

He endured the severe pain and climbed the smooth outer wall of the Osborne Building with difficulty. Every movement was like walking on the edge of a knife.

But Peter knew he had to persevere.

Gwen is still in danger, and so is all of New York City.

If Connors's conspiracy really succeeded... Peter really didn't want to become the Lizard Spider-Man, and that scene would really make him lose sanity.

Just as Peter was climbing up, a silver light flashed beside him, and Peter felt a chill on his back.

Under the influence of spider sense, he instinctively dodged to the side, but his shoulder was still grazed.

The severe pain almost made him let go and fall.

Peter looked up and saw a huge, hideous and evil black humanoid creature lying on the outer wall above.

The white gelatinous compound eyes, with an unknown expression, were looking at him with their head tilted.

"Yohoo... Spider-Man? This is such a pleasant surprise..."