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Back to the morning of the day.

In the Auschetta Building, Dr. Connors had just returned to his office when he saw someone he didn't really want to meet.

"Why are you here today?" Connors sat in his office chair, looked at the old acquaintance in front of him, and asked out loud.

"I wouldn't want to be here if I didn't have to. How's your experiment going, and I've heard it's been successful? The man helplessly spread his hands and asked out loud.

Rather than wanting to see Connors, it seemed that he had been arranged to come to Connors to inquire about the progress of the genetic mutation experiment.

Dr. Connors smiled, picked up a cup of coffee in his hand, and whispered, "Indeed, the experimental potion can already be used on animals, and I have already helped Freddy regenerate that leg with the DNA of the lizard, which is one step closer to the primate experiment."

The man looked at the cage's little mouse named Freddy, and was stunned for a second: "This is really a miracle!"

His expression gradually became indifferent, he turned his back to Connors, looked at the glass wall in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "It's a pity, it's still too slow, they don't have time to wait for you to take small steps."

Dr. Connors stood up, beside him, and explained, "The potion is still unstable, there are still big problems, we must do enough experiments before we can conduct further experiments, otherwise it will ......"

"You shouldn't tell me that, you explain it to them." He turned to look at Dr. Connors, and interrupted, "They don't have time to wait any longer, and if you don't get the results of the experiment, the funding for you will be stopped, including your arm, and you will lose the chance to regenerate?"

Dr. Connors looked at the serious-looking man in front of him, his mouth open, as if he wanted to explain something, but he was mainly experimental, and his communication skills were far inferior to his, and he couldn't find a suitable explanation.

Moreover, as he said, this experiment consumes too much time, energy, and cost, and if you can't get any more results, I'm afraid you will really have to move out of the building and lose hope of recovering this arm.

Inside the office, the atmosphere was briefly dull.

Eventually, the man looked at Dr. Connors, pointed his finger at him, and gave the final order: "I'm here just to deliver a message that it's time for you to start human experiments."

With that, he walked straight out of Connors's office and left without looking back.

Connors was left alone in the office, his face tangled, his eyes vacant looking at the empty sleeve of his right hand, as if hesitating about something.

That afternoon, Dr. Connors arrived at the lab alone, with a lizard gene potion in front of him.

This agent has only been regenerated in mice, and it is used in humans, and no one knows what side effects will occur. However, there is no time for him to improve, conduct human experiments, and hand it over to that group of people.

Faced with this situation, the only thought that Dr. Connors had in mind was to conduct human experiments on his own, so as not to cause danger to others if something went wrong.

What he's doing now is gambling.

If he wins the bet, the potion can be used in the human body, his arm can be restored, and the results of his research will be enough to spread his fame all over the world.

If he loses the bet, then he is most likely to face death.

Holding the potion that had just been taken out in his hand, the potion that had been in a cool state before was still a little cold in his hand, so that Dr. Connors couldn't help but feel a little excited, and looked at the potion with hesitation.

Looking at his mutilated right hand, the hesitation in Connors's eyes dissipated, turning into a touch of determination that would succeed if he didn't succeed.

The potion was injected into his arm, and Connors's heart struggled, but after the potion was injected, he didn't notice any discomfort or any other sensation.

After the injection, Connors felt like he had drunk a glass of water, and his body did not change in any way.

However, Connors was not in a hurry, he knew that the effect of the potion might not be so fast.

Ten minutes later, Connors felt that the potion was working, and the accompanying side effect was extreme drowsiness, which caused him to collapse directly in front of a laboratory table.

As he sleeps, the potion is changing his genes little by little, making him undergo a drastic change from the inside out.

When he awoke, it was dark from day to night.

Connors slowly got up from the table, and suddenly noticed the strangeness of his right hand, and looked sideways, which made him get up with a shock, and his heart became extremely excited, and even made him feel the urge to cheer.

An arm had grown from the sleeve of his right hand, which was originally empty, and there was still a thick layer of dead skin on the surface, proving the success of this potion.

After fusing the lizard's genes, Connors was able to use the lizard's self-healing ability to restore his mutilated right hand.

Facing the arm wrapped in dead skin, Connors quickly ripped off the dead skin, revealing a slimy arm that looked a little fragile and delicate.

Connors controlled his arm and clenched his fist, the long-lost sense of power made Connors feel extremely excited, and his eyes were full of joy.

Faced with this scene, he was a little eager to share the news with others, and the person who asked him to conduct human experiments during the day should be the most suitable target.

Satisfied his desire to share, and completed the goal of human experiments set for him by the Austein Building.

After a series of inquiries, Dr. Connors learned that the man had left the Auschland Building, and was temporarily unable to dial his phone, but told Dr. Connors where he was going.

Faced with this answer, Dr. Connors had no choice but to find him in person, using his restored arm as the most powerful proof of the success of the potion.

Sitting in the taxi, Connors's mind became a little confused, perhaps because of the side effects of the potion.

Connors shook his head, announced a location to the driver, and let out a low growl that seemed to be growing in his newly recovered right arm.

"Sir, are you alright?" The driver heard the voice behind him and asked out loud.

He feared that it would be too tragic for him to sit in the back seat of an addict, or to be seriously ill and accidentally die in his car.

Dr. Connors shouted in a thick voice, "Leave it alone, drive your car!" As he spoke, Dr. Connors was somewhat uncontrollable and raised his recovered arm.

At this time, the arm grew more than ten centimeters again, the nails became pointed and long, and the surface of the arm was also densely covered with cyan scales, which looked like the claws of a lizard.

The potion helped Connors heal his disability, but it also had some unexpected side effects, such as the lizard's claws, the gradual appearance of cyan scales on his face, and the bloodlust in his eyes.

Ten minutes later, a taxi to the suburbs crashed, and there was a piercing scream and the roar of a wild beast.

When the passing vehicles saw it, they all accelerated and rushed over, not daring to stay around the car for a minute or a second, and only a few people made a few calls to the police station to tell them about the abnormal situation that happened here.

With the sound of a siren, the police car sped along the lane, and soon appeared on the phone mentioning the location of the anomaly.

In front of them, all that was left was a taxi that had been dismantled, and on the main driver's seat, countless blood stains, and huge footprints around it.

As for the body, and what the hell happened here.

None of the police could know, not even imagine, what had happened here, and all they could find was a few pieces of minced meat in the taxi and the stray footprints next to the vehicle.

Those footprints are huge, and they look like the wild men in the story.

The huge footprints stained with blood only remained around the vehicle involved in the accident, at a distance of three or four meters, and there was no trace of it beyond that, and at the very edge of those footprints was a sewer mouth.

The burly and strange murderer seems to have fled into the sewers.

At the same time, Peter and Chenyang had just left the police station when they saw the police car not far away, as well as the vandalized vehicle, and the giant footprints of the beast around them.

"What's going on there?" Peter looked at the footprints, a little worry in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice.

Chenyang looked at these footprints and felt a little surprised, as if he didn't expect the plot to progress so quickly.

If Chenyang is not mistaken, everything that happens here is the first supervillain to appear in The Amazing Spider-Man, and it is also the supervillain promoted by Peter Parker, Dr. Connors, also known as the Lizardman.