Chapter 135: Dangerous Weapons
"I'm not sure why," Tony said solemnly, "but the virus in your armor is starting to circulate through you. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"
"So I'm infected with a new virus?"
Tony said, "That's pretty much what it means, but for the time being, there is no direct damage to the human body...... But that doesn't mean it's okay. You should have found out by now, right? The system of the Amozo armor is more than just a combat support system. β
"What do you mean?" Eric asked, frowning.
"The Armor of the Devil has a consciousness of its own." "By connecting directly with your nervous system, you can manipulate the armor with your mind, but it's a two-way street. At the same time, your brain and body are combined as part of the armor. β
"That's why I can see the memories of the scene that the armor went through." Eric thought thoughtfully.
"Maybe it's because of your personal will, but now the process is more intense. The armor and you begin to bond more closely, and if this continues, I dare not say whether it will eventually become a part of you or whether you will become a part of it. β
After a pause, his tone intensified, "Maybe you should pause for a moment and continue using the power of the Amojo armor until we figure out how it works." If you go on like this, no one can be sure what you'll become, but no matter what, you're definitely not human anymore. β
"Yes." To his surprise, Eric said lightly, "Got it." β
"Don't you understand what that means?" Tony was a little impatient, "We're talking about ......"
"I might be assimilated by the armor into something else, I know." Eric said lightly, "But we all know that I have to use its power now. Thank you for your concern, Tony, but I'm fine. β
Tony was about to say something, but was interrupted by an agent who came in just around the same time.
"Director Fury has something to say." The agent notified, "Emergency. β
By the time the two followed the agent to the conference room, everyone else was already there. Fury kept his face down as alwaysβnothing unusual, but when everyone else was with him on this face, it must have meant that something bad had happened.
Tony raised an eyebrow, "Okay, now it's time for us to get here, right?" Say, what's the situation? I'm ready. What terrible things have you been stolen? As long as it's not a nuclear bomb, or a New York-wide biological weapon, I'll be okay with it. β
Fury's face was still dark, and there was no change in his facial muscles.
"Wait." Tony's eyes narrowed, "Don't tell me you really lost something like this. β
"Probably something similar." Fury muttered, pausing for a moment on the console on his desk, and asked, "Do you remember last year's Lizard Riot?" β
"Lizardmen?" "Ah, I wasn't there, but I saw it through the media. That Professor Connors at Imperial University turned himself into a cold-blooded lizard crawling around Manhattan because of some lab accident, but he was eventually settled by Spider-Man, right? That kid's battle for fame. β
"That's the part of the media that came out in the media." Fury said solemnly, "And the more dangerous parts that may cause panic are covered up by us." β
He paused, and no one intervened to break the heavy atmosphere, and everyone instinctively realized that what Fury was about to say next might be bad.
In fact, that incident was not just a runaway genetic mutant lizard aimlessly roaming the streets to hurt people, his real purpose was the evolution of the species. He wanted to create more things like him, he wanted to infect more people and evolve the human species into something like the Lizardmen. Fury said, "This is a targeted terrorist operation, and apart from us and some relevant departments, the only people who should know the truth should be Dr. Connors and Spider-Man." β
"Wait, mass genetic infection?" Dr. Banner asked, incredulous, "But...... How? He can't inject so many people one by one, right? β
Fury tapped lightly on the console, and a 3D structural model of a heavy machine popped up on the screen, with a thick chassis and a pointed top, which looked like some kind of launch pad.
"The gas weapon developed by Osco can vaporize and release the agent into the atmosphere, and the maximum range can cover an entire city." Fury explained, "As you heard, because it was so dangerous, there was only one prototype, and it was banned from production. The lizard tried to release the serum with this prototype, but was stopped by Spider-Man, and the machine has since been confiscated by us......"
"And then it was stolen." "That sucks. But what does that old man Charlotte want this thing for? Is he going to release a biochemical virus? β
"That's the worst part." Fury said, "We don't know. β
At this moment, the Osko Building.
Dr. Charlotte, wrapped in a black trench coat, strode through the automatic doors, rain dripping lightly down his trench coat and the crisp sound of his washed and shiny leather shoes on the smooth floor.
"Please swipe your card here, sir." The black suit in charge of the doorkeeper said politely to him.
His black-gloved hand actually pulled the key card out of the pocket of his trench coat and swiped it on the scanner.
A string of code entered Osco's system through this door in an instant, and the virus shuttled through the endless stream of data, like an unstoppable flood easily penetrating the layers of firewalls, like sharp knives piercing the security system of the building.
"Ding."
The scanner glows green, signaling for him to pass through.
"Have a nice day, sir."
Dr. Charlotte walked down the hall with an eerie smile, entered the elevator, and pressed the button that went to the top floor.
On the top floor, the board room where the company's directors are having a meeting.
"Norman Osborne was a madman, and he got the retribution he deserved." One of the directors exclaimed, "Osborne will rot to death in prison, his time is over." If this company wants to progress, someone has to step up and lead us in a new direction. β
"But he also has a son. Logically, it should be his son who should ......."
"Are you kidding? You say that stinky kid is not dry? He's still a high school student. β
It wasn't any one of the board of directors who ended the quarrel, but an uninvited guest who accidentally broke in.
The door slammed open violently, and before anyone could react, the two panels flew across the conference table like frisbees, nearly hitting the head of the director at the end of the table.
"Hello, Osko guys." The pitch-black Omega armor slowly entered with the sound of metal, chuckling, "Mind if I borrow your company building?" β