In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

In his mind, the riot was like sticky black liquid metal, eroding Connors' neural network inch by inch.

It climbed up the spinal cord, and the muscles wherever it passed twitched and twisted involuntarily, as if countless worms were crawling under the skin.

But deep inside this parasitic body, Connors' consciousness is still fighting back.

He felt the riot raging inside him.

It tears blood vessels, shatters bones, and reshapes them into horrific shapes.

A web of dark lines surged beneath his skin, pulsating with every heartbeat.

As the riot tried to completely take over his brain, Connors' consciousness was like being thrown into boiling magma, and the intense pain almost tore him to pieces.

The symbiote and the host share a spiritual world, and therefore, Riot found that the more it wanted to erode, the stronger Connors' resistance would become.

"You want to influence me—dream on!"

"I have only one goal, to launch the serum!"

Connors screamed in the depths of his consciousness.

The mentally confused Connors had now completely fallen into a state of rage. In the tug-of-war of consciousness, Connors occupied half, and the other half was controlled by the riot.

The two wills controlled Dr. Lizard's body and actually achieved a strange neutral state.

The riot gave in. It found that fulfilling Connors' obsession was not incompatible with its own goal. In fact, if the obsession was achieved, it might be more beneficial to its control.

As for those inferior humans below...

Haha, what the hell does it have to do with it?

Then, Connors, whose mind was a little clearer, fixed his eyes on Peter Parker who was dying not far away.

"you……"

hissed Dr. Riot/Lizard.

"follow me!"

The giant claws grabbed Peter and began to climb to the top of the building, leaving deep scratches on the surface of the building with every move, and rubble and glass continued to fall.

Peter struggled weakly in the giant palm, but his resistance seemed so powerless in front of this new synthetic monster.

Dr. Lizard couldn't defeat him to begin with, and now there's an unknown disgusting liquid monster...

Where are the chances of winning?

"hold onto……"

Now, Peter can only recite silently in his heart and try to stay awake.

Blood had already seeped out of his torn uniform, leaving dark red marks on the metal floor of the tower.

The lizardman's scaly palm gripped his waist tightly like a steel clamp, and his sharp nails had pierced his skin.

Peter could even feel the warm blood flowing slowly down his neck.

""Look at you now, Peter."

The lizard man Connors grinned, and his fishy breath sprayed on Peter's face.

"An urban vigilante, but as pathetic as an ant being crushed."

The lizard man dragged Peter, his sharp claws making a harsh friction sound on the metal ground, and every step made Peter feel a tearing pain.

He probably has several broken ribs by now.

The strong smell of rust filled his nostrils, it was his own blood.

When they reached the top of the tower, the Lizardman roughly threw Peter to the ground, and the latter's head hit the metal railing with a dull thud.

The Lizard Man walked towards the huge launcher with a kind of morbid grace.

He carefully loaded the serum into the machine, like an enthusiastic artist completing his masterpiece.

"You know, Peter..."

Connors said as he adjusted the machine:

“The history of human evolution is a history of constantly pushing the limits… Dinosaurs ruled the earth for 160 million years, but what about humans?”

"It's only a few hundred thousand years."

Peter tried to stand up, but his legs felt heavy as lead.

His head was still buzzing and he could hear his own rapid heartbeat in his ears.

"After tonight,"

The lizard man continued, a mad gleam in his eyes.

"Humanity will usher in true evolution... no disease, no aging, no weakness! We will become perfect creatures!"

As he spoke, he pressed the start button and the machine began to emit a low hum.

It was at this moment that Peter, who was struggling to get up, finally found a little strength.

He suddenly shot out spider silk, accurately entangled the lizard man's eyes. The latter let out an angry roar and began to scratch his face frantically.

"Game over, Dr. Connors!"

Peter gasped.

However, his victory was short-lived.

The lizard man tore off the spider silk, his eyes turned red and full of horrible bloodshot.

"Stupid boy!"

The lizard man roared and rushed towards Peter like lightning, his sharp claws cutting through the air with a sound of breaking wind.

Peter barely managed to dodge, but the Lizardman's attacks continued.

Each strike was delivered with deadly force, and the surrounding metal railings were easily torn apart like paper under the sharp claws.

In his hasty reaction, Peter felt his movements getting slower and slower, and excessive blood loss made his brain more and more dizzy.

"It's just a little trick...what's the use?"

The lizard man took the opportunity and grabbed his wrist.

"Uhhhhhh-"

Peter heard the sound of bones breaking and the severe pain made him scream. The spider silk launcher turned into pieces under the Lizard Man's huge force, and the internal parts were scattered all over the ground.

"Oh... look at yourself,"

The Lizardman taunted, roughly pulling off Peter's mask.

The cold night wind blew on his sweaty face, bringing a biting chill.

"You are just a hurt, poor little boy... Ridiculous, who do you think you are? God?"

After saying that, Peter fell heavily to the ground.

Severe pain all over his body suddenly filled his brain. He didn't know how many bones were broken and cracked... Peter now felt that his consciousness was slowly dissipating.

He turned his head with difficulty to the other direction, watching the red countdown number jumping mercilessly:

2:00、1:59、1:58……每一秒都让他离绝望更近一步。

And at this critical moment, a crisp gunshot broke the silent night sky.

Peter barely raised his head and actually saw Sheriff George standing at the entrance. Thick smoke rose from the muzzle of his gun, forming a faint trail in the night.

The bullet hit the liquid nitrogen pipe next to the launcher accurately.

The biting cold air gushed out instantly, like a giant white dragon attacking.

The lizardman was hit by the sudden extreme cold current and let out a painful roar. Then tiny ice crystals began to form on his scales and his movements became slow.

Peter seized the opportunity and crawled towards the sheriff with difficulty.

Every step he took sent sharp pain throughout his body, but his instinct for survival drove him to keep moving forward.

"Peter, this is what Gwen wants to give you...go on!"

the sheriff yelled, throwing over a syringe filled with green liquid.

The syringe drew an arc in the air, and Peter quickly reached out to catch it. The touch of the cold glass gave him a glimmer of hope.

"Go to the top of the tower and inject it! I'll hold him back!"

George raised his gun and pointed it at the struggling Lizard Man.

Peter glanced at the countdown: 30 seconds.

In an instant, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated and adrenaline rushed through his veins.

"Be careful, Sheriff!" he shouted, then turned and limped toward the top of the tower.

However, the moment he turned around, a creepy tearing sound was heard.

Peter turned his head sharply, fear washing over him like ice water.

The lizard man had somehow broken free from the shackles of the cold air, and his sharp claws, like a bloody spear, pierced directly through the sheriff's chest.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, drawing a dazzling red arc in the night sky.

The sheriff's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly fell down.

His eyes were still open, as if he wanted to say something to Peter, but only blood foam flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"No!"

Peter uttered a heart-wrenching cry.

He wanted to rush back, but time did not allow it and the countdown continued.

15, 14, 13...

The lizard man laughed wildly and threw George aside like a rag doll.

"Did you see that, Peter?"

His voice was filled with insane joy.

"This is the fate of ordinary humans - weak, fragile, and worthless!"

Peter's tears blurred his vision for a moment, but he knew he had to continue.

For the sheriff, for this city, for everyone... He forced himself to turn around and run to the top of the tower.

Every step he took felt like he was walking on the edge of a knife, and his body was in great pain, but he couldn't stop.

The footsteps of the lizard man were heard behind me, getting closer and closer.

Peter could feel the beast's breath approaching.

10 second, 9 seconds, 8 seconds...

Time is passing away mercilessly like the sand in an hourglass.

suddenly!

Peter's spider-sense suddenly went off.

He instinctively lunged forward, the lizardman's claws scraping across his back, tearing open his uniform and leaving a deep wound on his skin.

The pain was so severe that Peter almost fainted, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Even if I die... I can't let Connors succeed!

5 seconds.

Peter climbed the last step.

4 seconds.

The roar of the lizard man sounded behind him.

3 seconds.

Peter held up the syringe.

2 seconds.

It was the sound of sharp claws cutting through the air.

1 seconds.

The syringe pierced the launcher's main control panel.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Peter pressed the plunger of the syringe, and the green liquid was injected into the system. The launcher gave a piercing alarm and then began to vibrate violently.

Blue sparks burst out everywhere, illuminating the entire top of the tower.

Looking at this, the lizard man let out a desperate roar.

"No! Peter Parker, I'm going to kill you...you've ruined everything!"

He lunged frantically at Peter, but it was too late.

The launcher began to disintegrate, parts flying everywhere. A huge explosion sounded at the top of the tower, and the shock wave instantly blew away both the Lizard Man and Peter.

Peter hit the railing so hard he felt like he might have broken a few more ribs.

But the pain didn't matter at this point.

He watched as the Lizardman was thrown high into the air by the explosion and then fell heavily to the ground.

Dr. Connors' body begins to change, with the scales gradually falling off, revealing human skin underneath.

However, strangely, when this rollback change was about to be completed, the "recovery" progress suddenly paused.

A mass of silver-gray fluid squirmed like a living thing, clinging to Dr. Connors's shed mottled scales.

The violence flowed through his scales like mercury, seeping into every inch of his flesh. His scales began to swell, turning from dark green to metallic silver-gray, with edges as sharp as blades.

The muscles bulged unnaturally, and rows of metallic spikes burst out from the back.

"Now it's finally... complete... I feel so comfortable..."

At this moment, the voice that came out of Connors' mouth was no longer his own, but another rough and evil devil's voice.

"Spider-Man?"

"Even though I'm full after eating one...I wouldn't mind having another one."

As he spoke, the nearly five-meter-tall lizard-like Riot slowly walked towards Peter.

His twisted mouth opened slightly, and sticky saliva slowly flowed down between his interlaced sharp teeth.

Peter slumped in the corner, trembling with pain.

Aunt May, Uncle Ben…Gwen…they were all counting on her.

But now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

A rusty taste rose in his throat, and a few drops of warm blood slid down the corners of his mouth.

In the spider sense, the extreme danger kept triggering his reflex nerves...

But now he was too desperate to cope.

Now... is there really any hope?

Just as Riot was about to approach Peter, he suddenly felt a mass of sticky gelatinous liquid on his back.

"Peter, I'm not too late, am I?"