Chapter 93: Peter Injects the spider serum
"This is no game. Once the powers of different genes clash inside your body, you will explode into a puddle of flesh."
"Every experiment has risks, Professor. I've long been prepared for that."
Peter Parker's eyes were terrifyingly firm, revealing a sense of desperate determination.
"Stop trying to persuade me. All you need to do now is push that damn serum into my veins."
"Let the powers of those three monsters fight and undergo Fusion within my body!"
Peter had already believed Harry Osborn's words.
He knew it was a trap, and he knew an abyss lay ahead.
But he couldn't suppress the rage in his heart, especially his hatred for HYDRA.
Perhaps the murderer from back then was already dead, but the organization HYDRA still existed.
Once they found out the secret of the spider serum his father left behind, these lunatics would definitely spare no cost to seize it.
Peter understood HYDRA too well; he had seen too much darkness and filth there.
Peter Parker knew clearly that HYDRA had overextended its reach, and these illicit biological paradises they built were everywhere in the World.
Moreover, each of these old guys managed a different operation, with their territories clearly divided.
Don't be fooled by their polite facade; in reality, the infighting within HYDRA was fiercer than anyone else's.
Who didn't want to climb higher? Who didn't want to sit in Red Skull's chair?
But these people also knew that if the infighting became too intense, the whole organization would suffer in the end.
"If this path works out, fine, but if you end up with even the slightest side effect, you can forget about ever being human again."
Dr. Connors looked at the crazy young man in front of him and sighed, his originally firm tone finally softening.
"Professor, I know very well that I'm playing with fire, but I have no choice."
Peter Parker's eyes were filled with fanaticism, as if he had seen a miracle under the microscope.
"The special genetic fragments in my body are the only key to unlocking this lock. Even with the addition of the third Beast's genetically modified serum, I've bet on this hand, and I'm certain I will win."
After speaking, Peter Parker subconsciously glanced at the watch on his wrist.
The longer it dragged on, the more dangerous it became. Some secrets had to be dealt with before that bunch from HYDRA realized what was happening.
"Fine, since your mind is made up."
Dr. Connors nodded slowly, appearing to have compromised.
But the hand behind his back trembled slightly, and a cold sneer had long since risen in his heart.
He was finally stepping into that unknown Domain of the third stage.
That was a death zone that even Dr. Connors himself didn't dare to touch easily.
Since this foolish boy was willing to be the guinea pig to blaze the trail and burn his final remnants of usefulness, what reason did Dr. Connors have to stop a man seeking death?
The activation of the third stage carried Dr. Connors's lifelong ambition; success or failure rested on this single move.
"Professor Connors, rest assured, I will definitely deliver a satisfactory answer to you."
Peter's face finally showed a twisted smile; it was an expression of extreme desire for power.
Dr. Connors skillfully used restraints to bind Peter firmly to the experimental table, then pushed the plunger, and the cold liquid slowly flowed into Peter's veins through the tube.
In an instant, Peter felt as if his body had been torn in two by a pair of invisible hands.
The pain was like thousands of army ants crawling into his veins, crazily gnawing at his flesh.
His sanity was screaming, and every cell was wailing, wanting it to stop.
But the arrow was on the bowstring; since the experiment had already begun, how could a scientific lunatic like Dr. Connors give up halfway?
Meanwhile, at the surface entrance a hundred meters above.
Harry Osborn was like a diligent doorman, leading the way to find a Commander responsible for the surface.
He took out his access card with an expressionless face, forcibly opened the elevator leading to the underground abyss, and headed straight for the genetic laboratory located a hundred meters underground.
Harry's fingers were tightly gripping his weapon, having long been prepared for a massacre.
But strangely, along the way, those guards were like they were blind, turning a complete blind eye to the two of them.
Just as Harry was filled with questions, Ethan's voice, so calm it was hair-raising, suddenly exploded in his ear.
"Don't look; it's not that they are blind, it's that I made their brains choose to automatically ignore our existence."
Ethan walked with his hands in his pockets, strolling leisurely in front of Harry as if he were walking in his own backyard.
Looking at Ethan's completely unguarded back.
The crazy thought in Harry's heart grew like wild grass: this was simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
But as soon as the thought sprouted, he scared himself into a cold sweat, his back instantly soaked.
Was he crazy? How could he have such a suicidal thought?
In Harry's view, even harboring a shred of murderous intent toward the man in front of him, known as the "Ice Demon", was just asking for death.
"It seems this damn genetic Fusion still has flaws. My brain still isn't clear enough; I haven't reached the level of perfect control."
Harry took a deep breath, desperately suppressing those suicidal thoughts deep in his heart.
Walking in front, Ethan's lips curled slightly, forming an amused arc.
Want to launch a sneak attack from behind?
This kid must not have woken up yet.
His steel body had long been trained to the pinnacle; even if he stood still and let Harry hit him, he probably wouldn't even scratch his skin.
Taking a step back, even if his defense was truly broken, his elementalization could teach Harry how to behave in his next life in a matter of minutes.
"I really can't imagine it; this underground laboratory is ridiculously large. How many lives and how much money must have been poured into it back then to dig such a steel fortress a hundred meters underground?"
To cover up the murderous intent from just now, Harrydeliberately made a comment to fill the silence.
"This place used to be an old lair for the former Soviet Union to conduct secret nuclear research. You also know that the Soviet Union of that era was a complete War Machine."
Mentioning the Soviet Union, Ethan didn't hesitate to give a thumbs up, his tone carrying a bit of wistfulness.
As a Chinese Soul, his feelings for that former big brother were quite complicated.
It was just a pity that the massive red Empire collapsed, and its corpse had been picked clean by others.
Those forces that had clung to the great tree of the Soviet Union divided the inheritance like vultures.
The USA side absorbed Nazi scientists from Germany, and the Soviet Union side actually didn't do much less of that.
That HYDRA, lurking in the shadows of Germany, took advantage of the situation, quietly took root under the nose of the red Empire, and recuperated until now.
"That's true. If it weren't for that business with the Soviet Union, there probably wouldn't be the history of the rise of our Osborn Family."
Harry Osborn gave a bitter smile; this could be considered a Family secret.
"Oh? Elaborate on that?"
"Think about it, the arms race back then made everyone panic, but it also let countless opportunists smell the scent of blood, and my late old man was one of them. To be honest, the Soviet Union's Super Soldier program went even further than the USA's. I don't know how many of the vengeful Souls of the Japanese devils buried under the permafrost of Siberia were guinea pigs captured for live experiments."
Mentioning the Japanese, Harry Osborn's face was filled with disdain and contempt.
That bunch of Japanese are like ungrateful venomous snakes; if you aren't careful, they will bite the USA back.
Chapter 94: Peter Loses Control, Mutating into Eight-Clawed Armor
Fortunately, the military Base is now like a nail driven into Japanese soil, like a suppression talisman, keeping those devils in line.
This mad dog, the leash is ultimately held in the master's hand.
Looking at the World today, the only ones who can truly make the politicians of the USA lose sleep at night are the Chinese.
Harry Osborn stole a glance at Ethan in front of him, his eyes filled with complexity.
He inherited the intricate political legacy of the OsbornFamily.
He was clear-headed about it; the reason the USAgovernment didn't jump out to stop Ethan from swallowing the Osborn Group whole was that the waters here were very deep.
Otherwise, how could those Vampires from Wells Fargo Bank have let Ethan succeed so easily?
To put it bluntly, those politicians never intended to let this Chinese man take Osborn away in the first place.
It was nothing more than temporarily depositing it in the hands of the Chinese.
Buying Osborn with a loan? It sounds nice.
On paper, Ethan is the majority shareholder, but the true lifeblood is held by Wells Fargo Bank, and even by the big shots behind them.
The radiation crisis that broke out in New York this time was a test by a certain vice president who wanted to tighten the leash and force Ethan to spit out the meat he had eaten.
In the end, no one expected that Ethan wouldn't play by the rules at all; he directly flipped the table with violence and intimidated everyone.
Now, those conspirators hiding in the gutters are all silenced, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Only now did the USA government belatedly realize a terrifying fact: Ethan is Chinese. If they really pushed him too far and he fled back to China, what would the USAuse to compete with China in the future?
Carrier Battle Groups? As long as they're floating in the water, they're just sitting ducks.
He wouldn't even need to get serious; with one freezing skill thrown out, the entire fleet would turn into ice sculptures.
If he were even more ruthless and triggered a massive tsunami, the coastal military Bases would be wiped out instantly.
This isn't a human; this is clearly a walking, humanoid natural disaster, a strategic deterrent weapon!
The one-eyed Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't stupid; how much risk did he take to send Agent Hill to infiltrate Osborn?
But there was no other way; since force didn't work, they could only try soft tactics.
They couldn't beat Ethan in a fight, but they absolutely couldn't let him go back to China!
The only rotten trick they could use was the honey trapand monetary corruption passed down by their ancestors.
They wanted to use sugar-coated bullets to tie Ethanfirmly to the gentle embrace of New York.
If New York ran into trouble in the future, they could use those women to whisper in his ear and coax Ethan into settling things.
As for recruiting Ethan to become a USA citizen?
That's simply a pipe dream.
For a demon-god level existence like him, if he were really allowed into the system, he might end up subverting the entire country.
When that time comes, who would really be in charge of the USA?
So the current state is actually the most delicate balance.
Neither offending this great Buddha nor letting him go by dangling interests—this is currently the optimal solution for dealing with the "Ice Demon."
Even though Harry Osborn had become a follower, his information channels were still well-informed.
The reason he was now obediently listening to Ethanwas, firstly, because he was terrified by that horrific power, and secondly, because he was lurking by Ethan's side with a mission from above.
Although he had left the core of the Osborn Group, he still had to stick to him like a piece of sticky candy.
Walking in front, Ethan raised an eyebrow, revealing a look of surprise.
Harry Osborn had too much drama going on in his head; Ethan didn't even need to intentionally intrude, as those brainwaves were being broadcast outward like a radio.
He wasn't averse to the little schemes of the USA higher-ups.
Of course, if the USA really dared to harbor ill intentions toward his motherland, Ethan would be the first to tear down the White House.
Although this was a parallel Universe.
But with the Yanhuang Bloodline flowing in his veins, he would never allow himself to help outsiders bully his own people.
Only I can protect my motherland; whoever touches it dies.
As for the USA's little calculations, Ethan only had a cold sneer in his heart.
The reason he lingered above New York without leaving was purely because he was watching the show from the height of all humanity.
After all, this is the Marvel Universe, not a Prehistoric Mythos story.
Eighty percent of the Earth's troubles happen in this unlucky place called New York.
Since the USA likes being the World's Police, let them enjoy their future misfortunes.
"This is the secret gene bank that Osborn is so proud of; the monsters inside are all clones, and some have even undergone insane modifications."
Passing through a long, dark metal corridor.
The bizarre mutants imprisoned behind the glass curtain walls on both sides made Harry's skin crawl.
"Dr. Connors is indeed a Genius; he has already touched that genetic key, the ultimate formula for unlocking the mysteries of life's evolution."
Ethan had previously crudely intruded into Dr. Connors' brain.
He knew better than anyone how much valuable information was packed inside that old man's head.
But the current Ethan was even more monstrous.
Dr. Connors' small stock of knowledge, along with the knowledge in the brains of all the researchers in this entire lab, had been replicated into his own mind by him like copying a USB drive.
If it were the old Ethan, with insufficient brain development, this knowledge would be like a moon in the water or a flower in a mirror—visible but unreachable, impossible to digest.
But since fusing with the Kryptonian Bloodline and gaining a Super Brain, everything was different.
That brain operated just like a quantum computer, frantically soaking up Dr. Connors' and even the World's top genetic knowledge like a sponge, quickly converting it into his own.
With the support of this Super Brain, doing scientific research was like playing a game with cheats enabled.
Therefore, this sinful laboratory before them no longer had any value in existing.
As for how to deal with Dr. Connors, Ethan was originally a bit hesitant.
But within two seconds, he realized he was purely overthinking it.
A tooth-aching sound of metal tearing suddenly came from the stabilization chamber ahead.
Peter Parker was feeling the volcanic eruption of power within his body.
It was too turbulent, too violent!
There was no need for Dr. Connors to release him.
With a "rip" sound, eight hideous spider legs suddenly pierced out from his back, glinting with a metallic cold light, tearing through the heavy stabilizer as easily as paper.
"Peter?!"
Dr. Connors' face turned pale with fright, and he retreated repeatedly.
"Has he lost control?"
His old face flickered with uncertainty, and cold sweat instantly poured down.
Once this kind of Tier 3 genetically modified monster lost control and went on a rampage, the people in this room wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between its teeth; it would be a scene of Carnage.
Peter slowly walked out from the spreading smoke.
Those eight spider legs dancing behind his back were particularly eye-catching, filled with an evil beauty.
But what truly made Dr. Connors' pupils dilate in shock was the thick layer of chitinous armor growing on the surface of Peter's body.
Chapter 95: Tier 3 Fusion, Killing the Master, Seizing the Technique
Those were the characteristics of a beetle from the class Insecta, order Coleoptera, family Scarabaeidae, subfamily Dynastinae!
Commonly known as — — a rhinoceros beetle.
Dr. Connors had dreamed of knowing what terrifying chemical reaction would occur when the genes of this Hercules of the natural World were transplanted into a human body.
But at this moment, the sense of oppression radiating from Peter made the lizard gene inside him tremble instinctively.
It was the pressure from the apex of the food chain, and his Spider-Sense was screaming, warning of extreme danger.
Dr. Connors, who had only injected the serum twice, felt as insignificant as an ant in the face of this power.
"It's me, Professor."
Peter's originally clear eyes had now turned amber, devoid of any human emotion, holding only endless indifference.
"I'm sorry, Professor, but I won the bet this time. And I can feel it; this is the limit of the human genetic lock. Three-time Fusion is already the ceiling."
Peter's voice was terrifyingly calm, as if he were stating an objective truth.
Dr. Connors was stunned for a moment, then burst into ecstasy: "Peter, what are you apologizing for! You should be popping champagne to celebrate! We succeeded! Although the theoretical success rate was a pathetic twenty percent, you are now a living genetic miracle!"
It really succeeded.
Even though it was only a Fusion of three genes.
But for Dr. Connors, this scientific fanatic, it was his proudest masterpiece, his most perfect product.
"Professor, do those people at HYDRA know that you have mastered this Tier 3 Fusion technology?"
Peter suddenly asked out of the blue.
"Hmph, Peter, you underestimate me. I've suffered a loss at Osborn once; how could I possibly show all my cards to HYDRA? Do you still remember our grand ambition? We are going to ascend to godhood through genes! HYDRA? They are nothing but a hatching Base providing us with resources."
Dr. Connors wore a look of cunning pride on his face.
"That's right, those people at HYDRA are indeed unreliable."
"Our lives must be held in our own hands."
A cold light flashed in Dr. Connors' vertical pupils.
The next second!!!
With a dull "puchi" sound.
Peter's shell-covered hand pierced directly through Dr. Connors' chest like stabbing into tofu, holding the still-beating heart in his grip.
"Professor, you are absolutely right; my life can only be decided by me. From this moment on, I am the only person in this World who has mastered the complete Tier 3 genetic Fusion technology."
Dr. Connors' mouth was gushing blood.
The bloody hole in his chest was shocking to behold.
But the abnormal lizard gene inside him was still struggling frantically, with flesh buds wriggling, attempting to repair the shattered heart.
"W-why? Peter?"
Dr. Connors widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Peter, his face full of disbelief.
"The news of my father's successful research back then—it was you who secretly leaked it to the Agent, right?"
Peter coldly watched Dr. Connors' gradually dilating pupils, as if looking at a dead man.
"Peter... you knew? I... I really didn't intend to cause your father's death..."
Dr. Connors' tenacious vitality was truly hair-raising; his heart had been ripped out, yet he could still speak.
"Save those words for when you go to Hell to explain to my parents. Oh wait, good people like my parents are definitely in Heaven, while you are destined to rot in Hell."
A strange black smoke flowed down Peter's arm and into Dr. Connors' body.
"Do you know why I had to use the spider gene as the foundation? The lizard gene's recovery ability is indeed abnormal, and that is the answer I wanted. My spider venom is specifically designed to disintegrate genetic chains. No matter how many genes you have fused, there are flaws, and my toxin is the natural genetic nemesis, making your abilities completely useless!!!"
Peter Parker's cold and ruthless words made Dr. Connorslet out a final, miserable laugh.
"So... you had been guarding against this move of mine all along..."
"Rest easy, Dr., I will send everyone from HYDRA down to keep you company."
Dr. Connors felt in despair that his body was melting from the inside out.
"Peter... it really wasn't me who caused your parents' death..."
"I never... I never envied Richard Parker..."
With a sigh full of regret and unwillingness, Dr. Connors' entire genetic structure collapsed, and he completely turned into a puddle of mush.
"I know, you aren't actually my enemy. But Professor, this really is the last lesson you've taught me. You always kept me as a lab rat, and I was happy to use your hand to grow."
Peter Parker's face was covered in tears, but his expression was ferocious and painful.
He felt very sad inside.
But he knew even more clearly that this was the only way for him to escape his fate as a pawn.
"I will preserve your genetic map."
"When I truly become a god one day, I will resurrect you and let you see that New World with your own eyes."
"The path to godhood is destined to be lonely."
"I hope you don't blame me for being cruel."
"It was your choice that went wrong."
"And I will carry your will and keep walking forward."
Peter Parker looked at the foul-smelling pool of blood on the ground, memories of their time together flashing through his mind.
To be fair, this elder had indeed taken good care of him.
He even treated him a bit like his own nephew.
Unfortunately, they were on different paths, and since he chose the path of HYDRA, it was destined to be a fight to the death.
Peter Parker was tired of being a pawn.
He was not resigned to it.
Now, the wheel of fate had finally been reversed by him.
The current Peter Parker didn't take HYDRA seriously at all.
The Tier 3 genetic Fusion gave him the confidence to sweep away everything; he firmly believed he was already the most perfect biological weapon on Earth.
On this path of evolution, he had already stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
Even that green brute in the news who only knew how to smash things was nothing more than a giant punching bag in front of him.
Peter Parker had absolute confidence that he could solo that green monster.
This was the assurance that power brought.
Suddenly, a scene flashed through Peter Parker's mind like an electric shock.
It was an extreme sense of crisis!
His Spider-Sense instantly maxed out, as if an air-raid siren were blasting in his brain.
Death!!!
It was a pure, unavoidable aura of death!!!
There was no retreat; the destined hunter had come knocking.
"Ethan! You persistent bastard!!!!"
In this underground facility a hundred meters deep, which was practically an iron coffin, there was nowhere to escape.
The entrance and exit had long been blocked.
And Harry, that traitor.
He sensed Harry's presence.
The current Harry, in his eyes, was pitiful to the extreme.
The dignified young master of Osborn, not only had his family fortune stolen, but now he was actually wagging his tail behind his enemy like a dog.
Chapter 96: Frozen Monster Corridor, Peter Finally Appears
Peter hated it; he hated why he had been soft-hearted toward Harry in the first place.
If he had known, he should have stabbed this guy to death!
He had always held onto their past friendship, feeling that he was his only friend.
He had yielded at every turn.
And the result? This grandson Harry brought Ethan, the love rival who stole his goddess, and came all the way to Siberia to take his life!
"Damn it!!!"
"Truly damn it!!!"
"Ethan, since you won't let me live, then we'll both go down together!"
"I'll let you see just how terrifying the invincible army created by the Professor and me really is!!!"
"Minions! Come out! Tear this damned Ethan to shreds!!!!"
"Mere Mortals, how can you compete with us, the Kings of Genes?"
Peter Parker roared like a maddened Beast.
That roar, laced with infrasound, made the lab's bulletproof glass buzz.
The terrifying sound waves were like a sudden clap of thunder, echoing through the entire underground space.
Hundreds of top genetic scientists and a large group of heavily armed guards felt a sharp pain in their eardrums from the shout, clutching their ears and crouching on the ground in agony.
Only the Genetic Monsters locked in special prisons became excited, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
They understood; it was the King's call.
The King was going to help them smash their shackles, granting them freedom and a feast of slaughter.
As long as they killed those two humans who looked so tender.
Harry Osborn's face showed a sinister and cruel smile: "It seems our old classmate Peter has now become quite the formidable monster. Classmate Hao, can I start the massacre now?"
The violent genes within Harry Osborn were also stirred up by Peter's roar.
He felt hot all over now, as if his blood vessels were about to burst.
But the aura of the classmate beside him was like an eternal iceberg pressing down on him, making him not dare to act rashly.
"Suit yourself, these HYDRA scumbags are yours to practice on. Anyway, even if we don't act, Peter will kill them all."
With a faint smile on his face, Ethan strolled into the monster corridor as if taking a walk in a garden.
The Genetic Monsters behind the glass walls on both sides were baring their fangs and claws at him, letting out nauseating roars.
They frantically pounded on the reinforced glass.
Unfortunately, their limbs were locked in alloy shackles, so they couldn't muster enough strength to smash the glass.
HYDRA's people were indeed beyond reproach when it came to security measures; they were airtight.
They even prepared a special serum in the ventilation ducts; once these monsters tried to rebel, the serum would turn into mist and instantly fill the Underground Room, forcing the monsters back to their original forms.
Holding the antidote in hand—that was truly foolproof.
Otherwise, these lunatics wouldn't dare keep so many time bombs.
Keeping all uncertain factors in the palm of their hand—that was HYDRA's style.
"Hahaha, Hao, that is definitely the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me!"
Harry, wearing the Green Goblin armor, laughed loudly. The next second, the armor shifted, transforming into the pitch-black Spider Armor, and he lunged like a bolt of black lightning toward the guards rushing over at the sound.
Da-da-da! Tongues of fire spat out, and bullets flew everywhere.
But as the most perfect super soldier, Harry was, in a sense, a pseudo-third-rank little monster.
What was the Green Goblin Formula? It was a semi-finished product made from a flawed version of the super soldier serum.
Coupled with the spider serum he was later injected with, which had long since been fused with the perfect super soldier serum, it had forcibly patched up his genetic defects.
Killing one person every step, leaving no trace for a thousand miles.
Harry was like a tiger among sheep in the crowd, moving as if through an uninhabited land.
Ethan didn't even bat an eyelid, not bothering to pay attention to Harry.
He didn't care for the few desire points earned by killing some ordinary people.
If the over one hundred types of Genetic Monsters locked in this corridor were really released, it would definitely be a disaster on the level of Resident Evil.
These guys possessed freakish genes most suited for survival under Earth's jungle Law.
They could turn modern society into a bloody hunting ground in minutes.
Crack!
With the crisp sounds of metal breaking, all the shackles on the monsters were opened.
These red-eyed monsters each wore a bloodthirsty, sinister grin.
The collars flashing red lights on their necks were frantically sending commands.
Through a specific biological pheromone, they directly stimulated their genetic instincts, marking Ethan as their sole natural enemy.
What to do when facing a natural enemy? Risking their lives to tear him to pieces, of course!
Ka-ka!
One glass door after another slid open automatically.
The originally empty corridor instantly became a monster exhibition.
These non-humans who had undergone genetic modification howled as they rushed out of their cages, with only one thought in their heads: kill the human in front of them.
Only by killing him would they be qualified to follow the newly born King of Monsters.
"Have they already played around with cross-species Fusion? Even insect and Beast genes have been brought out. I just wonder if Dr. Connors included plant genes to give humans a photosynthesis function?"
Unfortunately, Dr. Connors had already turned into a pile of mud and couldn't answer that question.
Ethan lightly tapped the ground with his right foot. With the sole of his foot as the center, a layer of white frost instantly exploded outwards.
In the blink of an eye, the white frost turned into pitch-black profound ice.
The black ice spread frantically as if it were alive.
In just an instant, the entire noisy monster corridor seemed to have the pause button pressed.
That was the overbearing power of absolute zero; even the molecules and atoms in the air were frozen.
The terrifying cold sealed off all life and destroyed all material structures.
Ethan stomped his left foot down hard.
Boom!!!
An extreme force erupted from his left foot, forming a visible shockwave.
The entire corridor was instantly shattered into ice crystal debris flying through the air.
What close-quarters combat? What extreme kiting?
One-on-one duels?
Those were games only children played.
Facing this Ice-Ice Fruit ability that had already transcended dimensions, any material resistance was futile.
The entire monster corridor collapsed instantly.
Turning into a floor full of black ice shards.
This one kick directly kicked open the door to the Core Laboratory.
As the dust settled, a suffocating figure slowly walked out.
Eight spider legs, sharp as blades, bared their fangs behind him.
His entire body was covered in thick black biological armor, as if he were wearing a suit of heavy tank armor.
The long black horn on his head gleamed with a chilling light.
"A Rhinoceros Beetle?"
There were no exaggerated, disgusting muscle blocks.
But every inch of muscle in Peter's modified body was like tightened steel cables.
Every cell was compressed with energy like a nuclear bomb.
Three genetic injections had actually fused perfectly; this guy was indeed the most successful genetic mutant in history.
There was no denying it; Peter was indeed a perfect genetic warrior.
He pushed off hard with both feet, and the special alloy floor beneath him instantly shattered, cracking open a pit over two meters wide like a spider web.
At this moment, Peter's eight spider legs were the true killing machines.
The venom dripping from them emitted a pungent, foul stench, even making the stone ground sizzle as it was corroded.
This was the fully realized, blackened version of Peter!!!
To be honest, if Ethan hadn't stepped in and changed Gwen's fate...
This kid wouldn't have reached this point; he probably could have still been a Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.
But fate is just that shitty.
Chapter 97: Frozen Spider-Man
As Ethan, the butterfly, flapped his wings, the entire script went off the rails.
"Ethan, I'm going to hang your corpse atop the Oscorp Tower to dry in the wind, so the whole World can see who the real loser is!!!"
Peter Parker roared through gritted teeth.
Ethan could hear the venom in those words, a hatred so deep he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.
It was as if he were questioning the heavens: "If Zhou Yu was born, why must Zhuge Liang be born as well?"
He had clearly worked so hard, turning himself into this monstrous state to become the strongest in history.
But why could the man before him still be so calm and indifferent? Why could he still look at him with those eyes that treated him like trash?
Why did he get Gwen?
Ethan could even hear the hysterical screaming inside Peter's heart.
"Did you know? I've made many outrageous requests of Gwen. Although she's a bit clumsy in bed, she's always particularly obedient, trying her best to make me happy."
Ethan spoke in the tone of a victor, intentionally using a punchable voice.
That smug expression on his face was practically begging to be hated.
As soon as those words came out, Peter's lungs nearly burst with rage.
His breathing instantly became rapid, his chest heaving violently.
However, the benefit of being injected with the lizard genewas being tough; that perverse self-healing ability allowed him to force back that mouthful of blood.
"Among all my women, she is indeed the only one who truly fell for me. After all, I'm her boyfriend and will be her husband in the future. Her body and soul are both mine; that's only reasonable, right?"
These words were more heart-piercing than the most vicious curse, every word striking home.
Peter's unrequited love for Gwen had long since become his Heart Demon.
But to be honest, Ethan could see that Peter didn't love Gwen so much as he was resentful.
It was because Ethan had stolen everything that he had become so paranoid.
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
Peter Parker's eyes were resolute, a look that signaled his intent to go down together.
Six syringes suddenly appeared in his hand.
He stabbed them ruthlessly into his femoral artery.
A full tube of Genetic Serum was instantly pushed into his body.
Boom! Peter Parker seemed to break the last valve in his body, his entire person swelling like an inflating balloon, and the terrifying power even tore his skin.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere; it was a gruesome sight.
But as long as his skeleton didn't fall apart, he could regenerate infinitely.
"Kill!!!"
No nonsense, just action.
Peter turned into a blur, moving so fast it looked like teleportation.
Eight spider legs stabbed toward Ethan's vitals from all directions, while his fists and a single horn blocked all paths of retreat.
Fast! Too fast!
He was like a precision killing machine, every move aimed at taking a life.
That earth-shattering explosive power, carrying an indomitable Aura, rushed in front of Ethan.
But in Ethan's eyes, which were comparable to Superman's, Peter's series of movements was like watching slow motion.
He merely tilted his body slightly, as if dodging a sluggish fly.
Peter's spider legs, sharp enough to cut through gold and jade, brushed past the tip of his nose, missing by a hair's breadth.
Then, Ethan threw a punch lightly.
Bang!
Peter was sent flying backward like a cannonball, smashing hard into the laboratory wall.
With a thunderous boom, the entire wall collapsed, forming a massive human-shaped crater.
Peter's chest was visibly sunken, his ribs likely crushed to dust.
But he gritted his teeth and stood back up as if nothing had happened.
The sound of bones resetting was cringe-inducing, and that terrifying self-healing ability mended his injuries in an instant.
"Interesting. That exchange could indeed insta-kill someone like Harry."
"But is there water in your brain? You injected six more doses; your gene chain is probably about to shatter into pieces!"
Ethan lectured him like a strict mentor scolding a stupid student.
Peter took a deep breath, his mind filled with Ethan's lightning-fast dodge.
Too fast; he could barely even see a Shadow.
"Bang!"
"Thud!"
Peter charged again and again like a madman.
But every time, he was exactly half a beat slower than Ethan.
Ethan even had the leisure to observe and predict his moves, keeping him completely under control.
In another charge, Peter's pride and joy—his eight spider legs—were torn off by Ethan's bare hands, and he was slammed into the ground like a fly.
The earth roared.
The underground laboratory was nearly shaken to collapse by this single strike.
Ethan stepped on Peter's back like he was stepping on a dead dog.
"You've indeed become stronger, much stronger than that trashy state from last time."
Peter naturally understood those words.
Last time at the Central Park Villa, he had been toyed with and beaten by the man before him like a monkey.
That was also the reason he had fled New York like a stray dog.
He couldn't win!
But today's battle was even more despair-inducing than the last!
Last time, it was just a matter of inferior skill.
This time, he was being crushed in every aspect—strength, speed, reaction—they were completely on different dimensions.
That terrifying force crushed his sternum and turned his internal organs into mush.
If not for that burst of madness and his self-healing ability keeping him alive, he would have broken down long ago.
At this moment, Peter truly realized in despair that the gap between them was a chasm.
"How can you possibly possess this kind of power..."
Ethan shook his head, having no interest in even letting him finish his last words.
Frozen Moment!!!
Absolute Zero!!!
It was a freezing that acted directly on the atomic level!
Every cell in Peter's body instantly stopped its activity, frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.
Ethan applied a slight force with his foot, and with a crack...
The ice sculpture instantly shattered, turning into a floor covered in sparkling powder, with not even a piece of flesh remaining.
"You've disappointed me too much. To provoke you, I even used the most underhanded methods to force you into a Seed Burst, and this is all you've got? You aren't even qualified to let me warm up."
Ethan shook his head in disappointment.
Peter simply wasn't a competitor on the same level.
This was a complete slaughter of a low-level opponent.
Although this Tier 3 Genetic Power was indeed quite fierce—if Hulk were here, he would probably be torn apart by Peter—
In front of a cheater, it was all meaningless.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Harry had also gone into a killing frenzy.
Covered in blood, he had entered a state of madness, looking like a true demon.
The scene was practically a Shura Hell, with blood flowing like a river.
Ethan looked on with disgust, took a deep breath, and blew gently toward the entire laboratory.
Frost Breath!!!
Black ice mist instantly spread out, and wherever it passed, all things were extinguished.
"Damn it!! Fuck you!!!"
Harry shivered from the cold and cursed in a rage.
Chapter 98: Returning with a Beauty from the Frozen Laboratory
But Ethan didn't give him the time of day. With a flash of his body, he instantly appeared beside Natasha and pulled the unconscious beauty into his arms.
At that very moment, the crumbling laboratory located a hundred meters underground was completely sealed within ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.
Ethan raised his hand, revealing the sling ring, and drew a circle in the air, instantly opening a spatial portal.
Stepping through, he returned directly to the surface.
Meanwhile, that terrifying chill was still raging wildly underground.
At the elevator shaft opening, a green light shot into the sky like a startled rabbit.
Harry, riding his Green Goblin glider, escaped back to the surface, still shaken.
He was just about to lose his temper, but as soon as he saw Ethan's face, as calm as water, his previous madness was instantly extinguished.
Only deep fear remained in his eyes.
He didn't dare utter a single word, turning and flying away faster than anyone.
Natasha in his arms slowly woke up.
Though surrounded by ice and snow, she felt the man holding her was as warm as a furnace.
This familiar scent made Natasha instantly dazed.
It was the aura she had been missing even in her dreams.
"This is a monster factory that HYDRA spent a great deal of effort to build in the Far East, enough to subvert the World. You didn't think you could handle it with just those two moves of yours, did you?"
Ethan looked down, gazing into Black Widow Natasha's affectionate eyes.
Natasha said nothing, hooking her arms around Ethan's neck and initiating a passionate kiss.
At this moment, all her longing transformed into this kiss.
A reunion after a long separation, like dry wood meeting a blazing fire.
When the kiss ended, Black Widow Natasha was panting as if she had just finished a marathon, her brain deprived of oxygen.
"Your physical condition is still too poor. Go find Raven at Osborn later and have her give you a shot of super soldier serum."
Ethan's words sounded overbearing, yet they carried an undeniable doting.
Black Widow Natasha blushed and nodded obediently, like a docile kitten.
"Well then, Ms. Natasha, our battle is only just beginning."
Ethan gave a meaningful, wicked grin, his gaze like that of a seasoned hunter staring at his prey.
The beauty in his arms, on the other hand, was like a little white rabbit who had just started dating, even feeling a bit nervous.
The next second, the sling ring spun, and golden sparks once again pulled open a spatial portal.
Shortly after the two left, a figure wearing yellow monk robes silently appeared where Ethan had just stood.
It was a bald woman.
"This kid's magic talent is simply that of a Prodigy. Just by relying on that little imprint left on the sling ring, he could actually figure out the trick on his own and even use Water magic to force open a spatial gate."
Sorcerer Ancient One couldn't help but praise.
As for Ethan, the more she looked at him, the more she liked what she saw.
Having lived for thousands of years, what kind of person hadn't she seen? But someone like Ethan, who was decisive in killing and never hesitated when it was time to act, truly suited her taste.
"Those HYDRA guys are like cockroaches; crop after crop has died over thousands of years, yet they just won't be uprooted."
The World thinks HYDRA was created by that Red Skullduring World War II.
But Ancient One knew in her heart that the roots of this organization were planted thousands of years ago, a proper permanent resident of Earth.
Although the current HYDRA had long since changed its flavor, their knack for causing trouble hadn't changed at all.
"Giving him the sling ring... I don't know if this move was the right one."
Ancient One sighed softly.
She knew Ethan was Chinese.
Chinese people believe that a drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring.
By giving away the sling ring, she was actually placing a bet, forging a good connection with Ethan to leave a way out for the future Kamar-Taj.
This was also a matter of necessity.
If she had truly had a falling out with Ethan back then, she could have indeed Sealed the kid into the Mirror Dimension with her skills.
But if that happened, all of New York would likely have been reduced to ruins.
Her old bones would have also been finished here.
Rather than both sides suffering, it was better to go with the flow and forge a good connection; this deal wasn't a loss.
Now that he possessed the sling ring with its power of teleportation, the regional shackles that once troubled Ethan were completely shattered.
In his hands, this ancient Magical Artifact was even about to erupt with a terrifying power that would make the Sorcerer Supreme's heart skip a beat.
"The only thing that comforts me is that he still has a bottom line in his heart and never turns his butcher's knife toward innocent civilians."
Every soul that fell at his feet was a predetermined target he had to remove from the chessboard.
This clearly showed that Ethan could currently perfectly control that violent power and had not lost his mind due to the sudden acquisition of great power.
In Ancient One's eyes that saw through the World, a vision of Chaos and an unclear future had already been reflected.
This signaled that the long river of time had deviated from its established course and was surging toward a completely unknown shore.
If humanity wanted to keep the spark alive in this catastrophe, the only way out was for a true Divine Rankleader to be born—a superhero who could mend the sky with one hand before this Planet shattered.
But the haze currently lingering in Ancient One's heart was whether Ethan would use the hard-to-defend spatial abilities of the sling ring to cause even bigger trouble.
Whether those special spatial dimensions torn open by the sling ring would lead the outside World to mistakenly believe that the chilling Ice Demon was actually a disciple trained by Kamar-Taj.
"Perhaps the only rein in this World that can slightly restrain this Beast is a woman."
Ancient One lightly stroked the eye of agamotto on her chest and let out a helpless, long sigh.
Fortunately, he had a persistent fondness for beauty; this Mortal desire prevented him from transforming into a completely cold-blooded monster and falling into a true World-ending demon.
"This place is actually... a Villa in the wealthy district of Long Island?!"
Natasha's beautiful eyes widened, her face full of astonishment as she surveyed the luxurious furnishings around her.
She walked slowly across the soft carpet to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The magnificent view of the Atlantic Ocean in the distance instantly filled her vision.
After being imprisoned in darkness for a long time, the sight of the wide sea and sky instantly relaxed her tense nerves, and she wore a long-lost, comfortable smile.
"I have to admit, the air in New York, filled with the scent of money, is more nourishing. A place like Siberia is simply a purgatory of suffering prepared for people like you and me."
As the Black Widow, Natasha mentioned that dark past without hesitation, her tone carrying a hint of self-mockery.
Ethan stood behind her to the side, his gaze greedily locked onto Natasha's back as she leaned against the windowsill. The stunning curve of her hips outlined by her tight battle suit made his fingers itch.
"I originally thought you went to Siberia alone to settle old scores with your former employer who abandoned you, but I didn't expect your appetite to be so large as to target HYDRA's most secretive genetic laboratory."
He walked silently behind Natasha, the faint fragrance of her hair lingering at the tip of his nose.
Chapter 99: Natasha's Emotions Stir, Desiring to Submit
That tangible softness and elasticity, combined with the stunning visual impact, was simply a gift from the Creator.
Although Natasha had her back to him, she seemed completely oblivious to the aggressive gaze behind her.
"Are you talking about that Red Room that gives people nightmares? Since I've chosen to be branded with the S.H.I.E.L.D. mark, the Red Room doesn't have the guts to come looking for trouble with me for now. Besides, I have a physiological loathing and fear of that place; I don't want to set foot in it again for the rest of my life."
"Perhaps it is precisely those extraordinary pasts spent struggling in the mire that have forged the unique you of today. You've done well, Natasha. Choosing S.H.I.E.L.D.might be the most precise move you've ever made in your life."
Ethan's voice was low and magnetic, carrying obvious consolation.
"You really don't need to use this method to soothe me. Although I understand your intentions, such tender and heartwarming words really shouldn't come from the mouth of an overlord like you."
Natasha suddenly turned around, her arms naturally coiling around Ethan's neck like nimble serpents.
Those flaming, scorching red lips were inches away, exuding a fatal aura of sexiness.
"Then according to your script, what lines should I be using at this moment?"
"Ha, I long more to see your overbearing, high-and-mighty attitude, and the sense of conquest brought by your power that's enough to crush everything. Only this kind of absolute dominance is the kind of male my Black Widowheart truly recognizes, the only thing that can bring a sense of security to someone like me who walks on the edge of a knife."
Natasha's eyes gradually became hazy, as if she were seeing some intoxicating vision through Ethan.
During the days she spent away from Ethan performing missions alone, Natasha had thought a lot in the cold prison cell.
In fact, the events that happened in the Vatican back then were not the fundamental reason that prompted her to leave Ethan.
The core reason that truly made her feel panicked was her terrifying discovery that she was being completely conquered by this man bit by bit. Her Agent's heart, which had long been frozen, was actually being slowly warmed by this man known as the Ice Demon.
She realized she was falling irrecoverably.
This feeling filled her heart with contradiction and struggle, because she couldn't distinguish whether this was the budding of love or blind worship of the strong.
In short, Natasha was afraid she would really fall in love with this dangerous Ice Demon.
Afraid she would become unable to live without Ethan.
Afraid she would eventually fall completely into this man's hands without reservation.
After all, the Ice Demon had far more than just one confidante by his side.
Even if Ethan showed great interest and affection for her, it could never shake Gwen's sacred and inviolable position in his heart.
Gwen was the woman at the very tip of Ethan's heart.
She was the only White Moonlight who occupied the highest point of his soul.
As a woman, Natasha's keen sixth sense had long ago perceived everything.
But ironically, when she was locked up in that place in Siberia where no one answered her cries, the first rescuer that flashed into her mind was not S.H.I.E.L.D., but Ethan's cynical face.
She had even subconsciously accepted that she would use the promise Ethan had once given her, letting him take her out of that damn underground cage like a Goddescending to earth.
"My dear Young Miss Natasha, I am now beyond certain that you are definitely my most loyal and fanatical book fan."
A scorching light, as if capable of melting ice, flickered deep within Ethan's eyes.
"Of course. So, may I ask, my omnipotent writer My Lord, are you willing to show some mercy and lead me into that bizarre and motley novel World from your pen?"
"Since the esteemed Your Highness Princess has spoken, as your most loyal guardian knight, how could I have the heart to refuse such a request?"
A wicked, charming smile tugged at the corner of Ethan's mouth.
Facing a request that played right into his hands, he would naturally spare no effort to satisfy it.
He also wanted to take this opportunity to explore where the endurance limit of this top female Agent truly lay.
Today, he would use this momentum to completely conquer her body and soul.
Speaking of which, it was somewhat laughable; among the many outstanding women he had encountered, the only one who had been completely conquered by him on both a physical and mental level was actually Agent Hill alone.
Of course, the ever-changing Mystique Raven was now infinitely close to that threshold as well.
And now, Natasha was only one final step away from complete submission.
The soul is truly a wonderful and complex maze.
He had stumbled into it back then and unexpectedly touched the softest depths of Agent Hill's heart.
Perhaps it was because Agent Hill's attitude toward feelings was too serious and pure, without so many twists and turns.
Therefore, her mental defenses were not as indestructible as those constructed by Natasha and Raven.
"Come on, let me experience firsthand whether your execution as a great writer is truly as sharp and unstoppable as the words from your pen!!"
Natasha let out a seductive, fox-like giggle, her eyes full of provocation.
"Ha, it seems if I don't show some real skill, it'll be hard to wrap this up."
...
Meanwhile, Baron Strucker was staring fixedly at the Gene Base that had already turned into a pile of ruins.
The overwhelming rage surging in his heart made his gloomy face twist like a malevolent demon.
Alexander Eugene stood quietly beside him, a burning cigar between his fingers, but the cold glint flickering in his eyes was even more piercing than the surrounding ice and snow, making everyone around him shudder.
This tycoon who called the shots in the General Ross Empire.
A giant who secretly held the supreme authority of the HYDRA branch in the General Ross Country, he had actually been forced to swallow this massive, bitter pill right at his own doorstep.
"The entire Gene Base was originally buried deep within a granite layer a hundred meters underground. Trying to excavate it again is simply as difficult as climbing to heaven. What's worse is that all our data backups were inside the Base's servers; countless precious experimental data have been buried forever along with this explosion."
Alexander Eugene's icy words broke the deathly silence.
"This was a core secret Base that our HYDRA had painstakingly operated for many years, employing an absolute data-closed-loop System. Theoretically, there was no possibility of the coordinates being exposed."
The Chief Scientist standing beside Alexander Eugene had a smile on his face that looked worse than crying.
"The permanent underground fortress we spent a fortune to build was actually destroyed as easily as crushing an ant. Even at the moment the destruction occurred, not even the highest-priority emergency distress signal could be transmitted. This indicates that the intruder possessed some kind of signal-shielding technology beyond this era, instantly severing all our connections with the outside World."
A scientist proficient in electronic countermeasures looked at the instrument in his hand and gave his technical analysis while trembling.
"But our thermal imaging satellites still captured an anomaly. This area experienced an extreme drop in temperature when the explosion occurred, generally twenty degrees lower than the surrounding environment!!!"
Gazing at the frost-covered ruins before him.
Baron Strucker clenched his fists tightly, his nails sinking deep into his flesh: "It's that bastard Peter Parker!!!"
"It must have been him who exposed our location at some point. The enemy definitely tracked the signal source on Peter Parker to find our Gene Base. Decades of hard work, ruined just like that. The only consolation is that we have already cultivated a batch of established Monster Legions; this force is enough for us to make a comeback in the future Genetic Wars."
Chapter 100: Psylocke Breaks into Osborn to See the Ice Demon
Baron Strucker's heart was bleeding, but he continued to boost the morale of his demoralized subordinates.
As one of the HYDRA heads with significant influence within the Council of Elders, he had already keenly felt the questioning gazes from other factions within the organization.
This was because he had unilaterally mobilized nearly half of the HYDRA elite forces lurking in the USA into New York, attempting to annex the Osborn Group.
But clearly, their intelligence had been severely lagging at that time; they hadn't been one hundred percent certain that Ethan was that terrifying Ice Demon.
"That damned Peter drew the malevolent god that is the Ice Demon to Siberia. This demon, who possesses the great power of a deity, will surely pour his wrath upon us in HYDRA. In the future, the Ice Demon will become our number one mortal enemy, obstructing HYDRA's grand cause!!!"
Baron Strucker's mind raced.
He immediately thought of the secret live-subject genetic testing conducted not long ago in London.
That was a direct collision between HYDRA technology and Osborn technology.
At that time, both sides were locked in a stalemate, and Peter had even gained the upper hand for a while.
But looking back now, the Osborn Group was the ultimate winner.
Even if HYDRA held the original formula for the Genetic Serum, trying to reverse-engineer and replicate it would take at least three years, and at most ten.
Meanwhile, the Osborn Group had already used their mature genetic technology to become a global monopoly in a league of its own.
Baron Strucker very cunningly shifted the focus of the conflict.
"Eugene, the current priority is that we need a new hidden Base. This time, I want a place that even God cannot find."
Baron Strucker's voice was as cold as a blade.
"Baron Strucker, please put your heart at ease. I will use all resources to find a perfect Base that meets these harsh conditions as soon as possible."
Although Alexander Eugene disliked Baron Strucker's bossy tone, after weighing the pros and cons, he was still willing to continue providing support.
Because Baron Strucker was not just a leader, but also a top strategic scientist within HYDRA.
His level of Genius in the field of biological genetics could even rival HYDRA's legendary leader, the Red Skull.
"The Osborn Group may have won this round, but remember, the final victory in the future will surely belong to us, HYDRA."
"Hail HYDRA!!!"
...
Back at the Villa, Ethan's gaze tenderly swept over the wild, blood-red scratches on Natasha's snow-white back.
A satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.
However, Ethan secretly warned himself that he had to restrain these thoughts; otherwise, once he became addicted to this sense of conquest, his psychological state would eventually become distorted.
He did not wake the sleeping Natasha.
Instead, he gently placed the electronic keys to the garage on the nightstand.
That little wildcat Julia often came to Long Island for vacations.
And every time, she would stay in this Villa quite brazenly.
So, Ethan had Julia instruct her secretary to fill the once-empty, oversized garage with luxury cars.
Clearly, in Ethan's personal map, this Villa estate on Long Island had ascended to become his favorite secret palace.
The main reason was that Gwen rarely set foot in Long Island.
Here, he didn't have to worry at all about Gwen bumping into other women.
...
Oscorp Tower.
"Raven, my patience is limited. I've waited here long enough. Just when exactly will Mr. Hao return?"
Psylocke's sharp eyes stared straight at Raven.
Dressed in a deep V-neck professional blazer, Ravenlooked at Psylocke with a calm expression: "Miss Elizabeth, Mr. Hao is out handling important matters. His whereabouts are top secret; he doesn't need to report to me, and he certainly doesn't need to explain to you."
Raven's tone carried a chilling aloofness.
Psylocke's true intentions for joining the Osborn Groupwere as plain as day.
Her previous high-sounding rhetoric was a lie that wouldn't even fool a three-year-old.
Her real purpose for lurking here was to infiltrate Osbornand act as a corporate spy.
"But as a smart person, you should understand, Raven, that I only joined Osborn for the sake of the Ice Demon's reputation. If I can't even see a shadow of the Ice Demon at the Osborn Group, then I'll have to regretfully choose to resign."
Psylocke dropped her pretense and issued a final ultimatum.
"Bring her to my office!"
Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, Ethan's familiar voice suddenly rang in Raven's mind.
"Psylocke, we at the Osborn Group value talent very highly. Since you are so insistent, then as you wish, Mr. Haois in his office right now. I'll have Sandy take you up."
The frost on Raven's face melted, finally revealing a meaningful smile.
Psylocke couldn't help but be stunned upon hearing this.
With her keen perception, she hadn't noticed at all when Ethan had appeared in the building.
Psylocke possessed a very special sensory talent; she could accurately sense the strength of Mutant energy fluctuations in her surroundings.
She used this to judge the opponent's danger Rank.
Even for ordinary humans or modified Mutants, she could capture their faint auras.
She had already thoroughly mapped out the security forces inside the Osborn Group during her free time yesterday afternoon.
Thus, she was horrified to discover that many employees who had made special contributions to the Osborn Grouphad already been secretly injected with the super soldier serum.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ethan sat with his legs crossed and arms spread, leaning lazily against the large leather sofa.
Sandy pushed the door open and entered, reporting with a smile: "Boss, the renowned Captain Britain, Miss Psylocke, has arrived."
"I see. Sandy, you go out first. Let me have a good, in-depth exchange with Miss Elizabeth."
The corners of Ethan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a playful arc.
Psylocke walked toward Ethan with confident strides, her manner natural as her beautiful eyes unscrupulously sized up this demonic monarch who had only recently debuted but already intimidated the entire USAUnderworld.
"Elizabeth, your sudden visit is quite a surprise to me."
Ethan unreservedly appreciated the stunning beauty before him.
He secretly marveled at Psylocke's figure, which was so explosive it seemed to break the rules.
It was as if she were a masterpiece of nature.
Every inch of her skin radiated temptation.
"Why would Mr. Hao say that?"
Psylocke raised an eyebrow and asked in return.
"After wandering around New York for several days, you are the only woman I have shown mercy to so far. I originally thought you would be sensible enough to flee back to England, rather than being bold enough to stay in New York and even dare to join the Osborn Group so openly."
Ethan gave his answer with a smile.