Chapter 19: One Punch Blows Away Captain America, Seizes Vibranium Dagger
Pfft!
A mouthful of crimson blood sprayed out from Steve's mouth.
Steve sat collapsed in the pile of broken bricks, panting heavily. The bones in both of his arms ached unbearably, almost losing sensation.
Ever since he was injected with the Super Soldier serum, he had experienced countless fierce battles, but he had never been beaten so miserably by someone using pure fists alone.
The shield in his hand was made of Vibranium, which was claimed to be indestructible!
The opponent's fist force was actually able to shatter his protective energy through the Vibranium shield.
What Steve did not know was that if this shield had not absorbed more than half of the force, relying solely on his human body, that punch just now would have been enough to take his life.
Wen Bo turned around and walked toward the last two thugs huddled in the corner of the wall.
Cries of misery rang out once more.
Wen Bo threw a casual punch, intending to knock the last person unconscious.
Clang!
His fist smashed onto a pitch-black short blade.
The blade quivered slightly, actually deflecting more than half of Wen Bo's fist force as it spun and fell onto the floor.
Wen Bo's eyes lit up.
Vibranium short blade!
The treasure in the deduction log was indeed hidden in this room.
Wen Bo bent down to pick up the short blade. It felt heavy in his hand, radiating a unique, ice-cold metallic texture.
He casually tucked the short blade into the inside of his belt.
Looking around, the room was littered with people lying horizontally and vertically.
Including Steve the Soldier, not a single person could stand steadily anymore, and the entire room was filled with painful groans.
The pent-up anger in his heart had been fully vented, and the rare equipment had also been conveniently pocketed.
Standing in the exact center of the living room, Wen Bopatted the floating dust off his sleeves, feeling quite pleased.
Right at this moment,
a rapid and piercing wail of police sirens echoed from outside the hallway.
Thud, thud, thud!
The heavy footsteps of anti-riot boots made the stairs thud loudly.
Fully armed police officers holding submachine guns quickly blocked the hallway and aggressively broke through the door.
The police who rushed into the room saw the utter mess and collectively gasped.
The load-bearing wall had a huge hole smashed through it, the security door was shattered into scrap metal, and over a dozen armed stout men had vomited blood and passed out.
The entire room looked as though it had been run over by a giant steamroller.
And right in the dead center of this purgatory stood a spotless, neatly dressed high school student.
The middle-aged police officer leading the team had a stern expression and strode quickly to the front.
Wen Bo took the initiative to welcome him and smiled, saying: "Sir, I am the citizen who called the police just now. The dangerous terrorists inside have all been subdued by me. Don't forget my thirty thousand US dollars bounty."
The middle-aged officer leading the team was none other than New York police department Captain George Stacey.
George waved his hand to signal his subordinates to pull back the defense line: "Cuff this bunch of people first, and search them to confirm their identities!"
The police officers quickly pounced forward to put handcuffs on the thugs on the ground.
An veteran detective lifted the wounded man's sleeve and immediately reported in a loud voice: "Director, there is a mark of intersecting double swords with Ten Rings on his arm! They are all escaped major criminals from the Ten Rings!"
Confirming the Ten Rings mark on the arm, Captain George's expression instantly darkened.
This room was indeed a hidden stronghold of the Ten Rings.
Looking around, the hard load-bearing walls were cracked with large craters, there were bullet-pierced traces everywhere, and the thick door panels were shattered into a floor of wooden scraps.
The scene looked as if it had experienced the baptism of heavy artillery.
George turned around, looked at the young student standing in the center of the living room, and softened his tone as much as possible: "Little classmate, did you see the person who started the fight at the scene just now? Which direction did the other party escape to?"
Wen Bo casually flicked the dust on his collar, his tone relaxed: "No one escaped, I did it all. This armed faction intended to endanger public safety, so I conveniently crippled all of them."
As the words fell,
the entire room fell into a dead silence.
Dozens of patroled police officers who came to support looked at each other, their eyes filled with suspicion.
George's expression was also somewhat stiff.
The Asian teenager in front of him had a well-proportioned figure, delicate facial features, and wore a clean hoodie without even a speck of blood on his cuffs.
Around him were sturdy men weighing over 180 pounds, still clutching automatic firearms in their hands.
An ordinary high school student fought an entire team of armed individuals alone without even scraping a layer of skin?
When such words were spoken, even a three-year-old child would not believe it.
Just when the atmosphere at the scene was somewhat eerie, an exclamation suddenly came from the corner of the wall.
"Good God! Th... Isn't this Captain Steve?!"
A young patrol officer pointed at the struggling figure in the pile of broken bricks, raising his voice by an entire octave.
In the pile of rubble, the blond brawny man held his chest and moved his body with difficulty.
Beside his hand was diagonally stuck a round shield painted with red, white, and blue stripes featuring a five-pointed star.
The recognizability of this round shield was simply too high.
No one in the entire America did not recognize this legendary equipment.
The entire room instantly exploded into an uproar.
"Captain! It's really the Captain!"
"My goodness, the legendary hero from the last century is actually standing here alive!"
Several patrol officers hurriedly rushed forward, carefully supporting Steve up from the ground.
Looking at the blood seeping from the corner of Steve's mouth, the police officer supporting him had a flash of inspiration in his mind and instantly concocted an entire drama.
"I understand everything!"
The young police officer was flushed with excitement and shouted loudly: "It was the Captain who discovered the conspiracy of these terrorists, entered the den alone, engaged in a life-and-death struggle with heavily armed thugs, and forcefully wiped them all out!"
"No wonder you suffered such heavy internal injuries!"
As soon as these words came out, the police officers present successively showed expressions of awe and respect.
"As expected of the conscience of the country!"
"Facing thugs holding firearms without any fear, what a true hero!"
"Bashing through an entire nest of fierce bandits alone, the Captain is still the god of war of back then!"
All kinds of words of praise smashed down overwhelmingly.
Wen Bo, standing on the side, curled his lips in disdain.
If these patrol officers' imagination capabilities didn't go to Hollywood to be screenwriters, it would truly be a waste of talent.
However, Wen Bo didn't care about false fame at all. The short blade trophy was already stuffed into his pocket, as long as the final bounty wasn't discounted.
Steve, surrounded by the crowd in the middle, felt his face burning hot at this moment.
With every extra word of praise around him, the embarrassment in his heart grew a fraction heavier.
These vicious felons were not beaten down by him at all.
Most crucially, he himself was also one of the unlucky fellows beaten flat on the ground.
Holding his intensely aching chest, Steve coughed violently twice and spoke with an awkward expression to explain: "Everyone... please quiet down. Things are not what you think. The people were not beaten down by me; it was all done by this young man."
The noisy lobby suddenly quieted down.
The police officers full of adoration all froze together.
Steve sighed and bit the bullet to continue: "I heard movement upstairs at the time, thinking that criminals were committing violence, so I rushed in wanting to stop them. The injury on my hand... was also punched out by this little brother."
Boom!
This confession was like a heavyweight thunderbolt, stirring up monstrous waves in the lobby.
The dignified Super Soldier, the spiritual totem of the World War II battlefield, was actually knocked flat with a single punch by a high school student in a head-on clash?
Everyone turned their heads in unison, their lines of sight all concentrated on Wen Bo.
This kid looked so gentle and refined, exactly what kind of sacred being was he?
George swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyelids twitching wildly: "Young man... is what Captain Steve said true?"
Wen Bo couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense and directly reached out his hand: "Director, these minor details are not important. When can the reward bonus you promised earlier actually be cashed out?"
George: "..."
Frictioning the legendary Soldier on the ground, and turning around to worry about collecting the bounty?
Chapter 20: That Kid is Full of Danger Factors
Half an hour later, at the Queens police precinct.
After finishing his statement, Wen Bo collected a thick stack of US dollars from the finance room.
A full fifty thousand dollars.
According to the previous bounty order, capturing an ordinary fugitive was only worth thirty thousand.
Given that Wen Bo directly wiped out the entire Ten Ringstransit station this time and incidentally confiscated a large number of firearms, Captain George specially approved an additional twenty-thousand-dollar special bonus.
Wen Bo stuffed the money into his shoulder bag and curled his lips.
As a dignified metropolitan precinct, they were so stingy to only give this little, but having something is better than nothing.
Carrying his spoils, Wen Bo swaggered out of the police station gates.
The passing patrol officers all cast sideways glances and whispered among themselves.
"Have you heard? The student who just walked out single-handedly wiped out the base of the Ten Rings, and by the way, beat Captain America into the infirmary."
"Tearing down load-bearing walls with bare hands, he's simply not human..."
Inside the Director's office on the second floor.
Captain George stood in front of the blinds, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the glass, staring at Wen Bo's receding figure.
The criminal police Captain beside him lit a cigarette and sighed, "This kid's methods are ferocious, and his mentality is frighteningly steady. Making such a huge fuss, he didn't even panic in his eyes when he entered the precinct to make a statement."
George shook his head, feeling a bit of a headache, "More than just steady, this kid's abacus is clicking loudly. Just now in the office, he bargained with me, opening his mouth to demand one hundred and fifty thousand, insisting that he suffered huge mental shock and was forced to counterattack in extreme panic."
"Look at his neat clothes, where is there a shred of fear all over his body? It's obvious he's treating the police station like a fat sheep to be slaughtered."
New York patrol officers in the Marvel World were a high-risk profession, and the annual pension expenditure was shockingly huge; there wasn't much surplus money on the precinct's books at all.
The criminal police Captain laughed out loud upon hearing this, "He has ability and courage, and he's quite down-to-earth. He looks sharp and is still a high school student, the same age as your Gwen. They look quite well-matched."
Snap!
The pencil in George's hand was snapped on the spot.
He turned around, glared, and rebuked angrily, "Get lost! This kid strikes ruthlessly, breaking people's bones. He's full of danger factors, how could he ever be worthy of my well-behaved Gwen?!"
The criminal police Captain was instantly rendered speechless.
Just now he was praising the other party for being mature and calm, but once it involved his own daughter, his expression immediately changed into that of a fierce, overprotective dad.
Seeing George's face turn ashen, the Captain hurriedly smoothed things over, "Yes, yes, yes, that kid is just a violent element, he has nothing to do with our precinct's flower."
George snorted, and his expression softened slightly then.
He cast his gaze back outside the window.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Wen Bo's figure quickly merged into the crowd on the street.
...
Captain George stood in front of the second-floor blinds, watching Wen Bo walk away.
The top-secret on-site report regarding this encounter had already been delivered at the fastest speed to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the Triskelion, in Manhattan.
Inside the Director's office, the light was somewhat dim.
Nick Fury stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his smooth and shiny Braised Egg head, flipping through the Agent briefing just handed over by his adjutant Hillwith one hand.
The front page of the briefing bore Wen Bo's high school student profile photo, followed by several photos of the destruction traces at the Notting Apartment scene.
The one-eyed Director stared at the text on the document, his single eye slightly squinting.
"Interesting, such a ruthless character actually popped up in Queens, and his physical strength far exceeds the newly awakened Steve."
Officer Hill, standing opposite the desk, looked calm and asked, "Sir, do we need to send Agents to make contact and try to recruit this person into the organization?"
Nick Fury tossed the document onto the desktop and nodded.
"Leaving such a powerful superhuman sapling wandering on the street is purely a waste of resources; he must be brought under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control."
"According to news from the precinct insider, this fellow lingered in the police station for a long time with Georgeover tens of thousands in bounty money, his eyes full of money. That makes things much easier; people with clear desires are the easiest to control."
As for the matter of Steve having his ribs broken and vomiting blood before being sent to the hospital, Furydidn't take it to heart at all.
He was very clear about Steve's nosy personality, and there was nothing to complain about getting beaten when one's skills were inferior.
In Fury's eyes, everything in the world was a tool that could be measured by value.
The solo combat strength displayed by Wen Bo was significantly higher than Steve's, so his utility value was naturally greater. He couldn't possibly offend a more potential strategic trump card just for a veteran's grievances.
Hill swiped twice on the tablet and asked, "What kind of compensation do you plan to offer him?"
Fury touched his bald chin and pondered slightly.
"An annual salary of three hundred thousand dollars, plus a full set of medical benefits."
In 2009, three hundred thousand dollars could be considered a huge sum of money.
In the eyes of a poor student who had no one to rely on since childhood and squeezed into a low-rent apartment, this money could definitely be called an astronomical figure.
A confident smile appeared at the corner of Fury's mouth, believing that the conditions he offered were full of sincerity and the other party would definitely be unable to resist this monetary temptation.
Hill nodded approvingly, "A young fellow who hasn't seen much of the world and is scared of poverty; facing three hundred thousand in cash, he should nod in agreement very soon."
Fury tidied his black windbreaker, stood up from the leather chair, and walked straight towards the elevator.
"I'll make a trip to the top floor upstairs to ask Minister Pierce to approve the special recruitment funds."
The unestablished special approval budget of three hundred thousand dollars was too slow to go through regular procedures, requiring Alexander Pierce of the world Security Council to sign and release it.
Fury strode out of the room, completely unaware that his immediate superior, whom he regarded as a close friend and mentor of many years, was actually the biggest leader deeply buried inside S.H.I.E.L.D. by Hydra.
...
Nightfall shrouded Brooklyn.
Wen Bo returned to his cramped rented single room, casually locked the door tightly, and pulled the curtains shut securely.
A bright crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the cold moonlight filtered through the gaps.
Wen Bo sat back down in front of the wooden table, unzipped his backpack, and dumped the fifty thousand dollars in cash he had just collected onto the table surface.
Coupled with the one hundred thousand in stolen money intercepted in the wasteland last night, a full fifteen bundles of brand-new greenbacks were stacked together, forming a small mountain of money that made one's heart race.
Wen Bo reached out and patted the thick stack of US dollars, feeling much more at ease inside.
With food in hand, one doesn't panic; this startup capital was enough for him to live comfortably for a long time.
Next, Wen Bo felt out the real trophy from his bosom.
A matte black-painted short blade about a foot long.
The entire short blade had no flashy decorations, the hilt fit snugly against the palm, and the blade exuded a restrained and deep black color.
Wen Bo looked around and picked up a thick steel rebar from behind the door that he had casually picked up during the day.
This rebar was as thick as an adult's thumb.
Wen Bo gripped the black blade with one hand, without intentionally mobilizing sixty tons of immense strength, and just swept it horizontally like cutting vegetables.
Swish!
There was no dull sound of metal collision, nor any shattering sparks.
The short blade glided through the middle section of the rebar as if cutting soft mud.
Clang!
Half of the heavy little steel cylinder rolled directly onto the floor.
Wen Bo picked up the cut of the broken rebar and brought it close for a closer look.
The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, without even a trace of rough burrs generated.
A cold weapon forged from Vibranium truly exceeded imagination in terms of sharpness.
Not only did it possess excellent armor-piercing and cutting effects, but more importantly, it had the characteristic of absorbing impacts.
Wen Bo's full-strength sixty-ton punch previously hit on Steve's shield would have smashed right through if it had hit a solid armor plate, but as a result, most of the kinetic energy was absorbed by the Vibranium material.
Carrying this short blade close to his body, when encountering danger, it could completely serve as a small shield to fend off fatal sneak attacks.
Wen Bo casually put away the short blade, planning to find a leather craftsman tomorrow to customize a suitable close-fitting scabbard.
After finishing the test, Wen Bo raised his head and glanced at the countdown in the upper right corner of his vision.
[Cooldown countdown: 1 hour 18 minutes]
There was still more than an hour left before the next deduction.
Chapter 21: Demon King Online, Capturing the Ice ManAlive
Rumble...
Another thunderous sound of protest came from his stomach again.
Wen Bo rubbed his lower abdomen and shook his head with a wry smile.
The consumption of nutrients by the sixty tons of divine power was even more exaggerated than he imagined. Right after finishing a fight, the inventory in his stomach was already completely depleted.
Wen Bo dragged out a dozen boxes of thick-cut steaks from the freezer and washed a large basin of fresh green kale and tomatoes.
The skillet sizzled, and when the steaks were fried until slightly golden, he served them into a large plate.
A few minutes later, the table was filled with a dozen large pieces of fragrant beef and a full basin of vegetables.
Wen Bo dug in, wolfing down the food like an insatiable glutton.
In just a dozen minutes, all the plates were licked clean, not even leaving half a piece of meat.
After casually washing the tableware, a full and warm feeling finally came from his stomach.
At this moment, the system countdown in the corner of his eye finally ticked down to zero.
[Cooling time is complete. Do you want to start a brand new life deduction?]
The text faintly appeared before his eyes.
Wen Bo wiped the corner of his mouth, and his spirit perked up accordingly.
Ever since he solidified the golden talent [Child of Destiny] in reality, this was the first time entering the talent drawing stage.
He wondered to what extent the quality of the card pool would be raised.
Wen Bo chanted silently in his heart: "Confirm starting the deduction!"
[Deduction started! Please choose three from the following twenty initial talents!]
The golden halo scattered with a slight glow, and a full twenty options neatly covered the entire panel.
[Petty] (White)
[Divine Marksman] (Green)
[Extraordinary Courage] (Green)
[Cold-blooded Demon King] (Purple)
[Scholar] (Blue - Retained)
[Open-minded by Nature] (White)
[Swordsmanship Expert] (Blue)
[Outstanding Charisma] (Blue)
...
Wen Bo quickly swept across the twenty talent traits.
Nine white, seven green, three blue, and one purple!
The appearance probability of high-tier talents has obviously skyrocketed!
Back when there was no golden luck blessing, the card pool was full of whiteboards at a glance, and picking out one or two blue ones would be considered smoking from the ancestral graves.
Now it actually directly guaranteed to roll one purple and three blue!
The effect of solidifying the golden divine-tier trait was immediate.
Wen Bo calmed his mind and checked the detailed descriptions of these high-tier talents one by one.
[Cold-blooded Demon King (Purple): Your disposition is cold and ruthless, and you use any means necessary in your actions. In order to obtain powerful strength, you are willing to use all taboo methods, and unorthodox shortcuts can make your combat power soar rapidly. The side effect is that you are extremely prone to losing mental control, falling into the demonic path, and incurring joint extermination by extraordinary beings from major factions.]
[Swordsmanship Expert (Blue): You possess excellent comprehension talent in weapon swordsmanship, and you master all kinds of swordsmanship moves as soon as you learn them.]
[Outstanding Charisma (Blue): Your body radiates a peculiar attraction, making it easier for men, women, and children alike to feel close to and trust you.]
[Scholar (Blue): You possess an outstanding scientific research and analytical level, allowing you to more clearly perceive your own potential structure and optimize it.]
The remaining green and white traits were directly ignored by Wen Bo.
Under the condition of sufficient options, prioritizing high-quality traits is always the strategy with the greatest return.
The only refreshed purple trait [Cold-blooded Demon King], although unorthodox in style of action, is simply a top-tier cheat for farming combat power when placed in the simulator.
Wen Bo certainly wouldn't solidify this distorted temperament trait into his real body, lest he toss himself into a madman everyone shouted to beat.
But in the simulated world, letting the tool-man clone let go of his hands and feet to stir up trouble, take shortcuts, and reap benefits has completely no psychological pressure.
The purple trait is a must-choose without doubt.
The retained blue trait [Scholar] is likewise hard to part with.
Although the spider physique possesses boundless strength, its limb regeneration and anti-poison self-healing abilities ultimately have shortcomings. It must rely on scientific research thinking to find the opportunity to make up for these shortcomings.
The remaining quota is a choice between [Swordsmanship Expert] and [Outstanding Charisma].
Wen Bo weighed it slightly.
Although he had just captured a Vibranium short blade on hand, he already possessed a master-level unarmed close combat foundation. Once one method is understood, all methods are understood; ordinary cold weapon slashing is not an absolute necessity for him.
On the contrary, the attribute [Outstanding Charisma] often belongs to a special key in various role-playing games that triggers hidden side branches and gets to know key figures.
Matched with the ruthless methods of the Demon King and the rigorous thinking of a Scholar, he didn't know what kind of bizarre life trajectory would collide.
A few points of anticipation rose in Wen Bo's heart.
Playing deductions is like opening blind boxes; having some unknown variables makes it more interesting.
Sorting out his thoughts, Wen Bo hesitated no longer, and decisively locked in these three traits in his mind:
"Selected traits [Cold-blooded Demon King], [Scholar], [Outstanding Charisma]!"
The moment the instruction was issued, the handwriting on the system panel flashed a layer of faint mysterious glow.
[Initial talents loaded! Life deduction officially sets sail!]
[Day 1: The world outside is full of unknown risks, and the sense of crisis in your heart is unprecedentedly strong. You lock the door, close your doors for reflection all day, and repeatedly ponder how to break through the current strength barrier at the fastest speed.]
[Day 2: In order to stimulate the spider factor hidden in your body to further alienate, you begin to oppress yourself with high-voltage wires, flamethrowers, and heavy objects.]
[This kind of torture is extremely painful, and ordinary people cannot endure it even for a few seconds. With a cold disposition, you gritted your teeth hard and forced yourself to endure it, single-mindedly wanting to take a shortcut to quick success.]
Seeing the record at the beginning of the deduction log, the corners of Wen Bo's eyes couldn't help twitching twice.
The vicious attribute of the purple talent was fully exposed on just the second day.
In order to become stronger quickly, he was not only ruthless to outsiders, but also showed no mercy when torturing himself.
Directly greeting his body with electric current and fire.
Wen Bo secretly rejoiced that fortunately he didn't blindly solidify this trait in reality, otherwise his real self would probably also go crazy and self-harm.
The text flowed endlessly, continuing to refresh downward.
[Day 3: You lie in ambush in advance at a blind spot outside the school gate. Without waiting for the Ice Man to make a move to create chaos, you fling out pure white spider silk to tie him up tightly, and drag him silently into the rented underground secret room.]
[You do not escort the suspect to the police station in exchange for a bounty, but instead detain him as a human specimen. You intend to deconstruct the mutated cells in his body and replicate frost manipulation power.]
[The process of living research is bloody and ruthless. The Ice Man is in so much pain that he breaks down crying and howling, even begging you to give him a quick death. Your heart is as hard as iron, and you casually tear off the tape to seal his mouth.]
[In order to test the rejection reaction of the extract, you take advantage of the night to abduct three people under an abandoned bridge cave where the homeless gather and inject them. The toxicity of the potion is too strong, and the body temperature of the three drug testers drops sharply, killing them on the spot.]
Looking at the panel, Wen Bo let out a long breath of cold air.
In the previous rounds of deduction, running into the Ice Man meant at most knocking him out and sending him over to claim a tens of thousands of yuan bounty.
Now that the Demon King trait is loaded, he directly incarnates into a cold-blooded scientist, treating living people as consumables.
The ruthless style of treating human lives like dirt was vividly displayed.
[Day 6: Under continuous electric shock and overload quenching, you are pleasantly surprised to find that the growth of your physical strength far exceeds the past.]
[In addition, you find that driven by the cold temperament, your own logical deduction and scientific research level are significantly raised, which is the exact reason why you quickly figured out the high-pressure training method.]
[You immerse yourself in inhuman pain to repeatedly temper your muscles. Every time electricity passes through, it hurts so much that your whole body convulses, and screams echo endlessly in the secret room.]
Seeing this, Wen Bo showed a thoughtful look.
The enhancement of scientific research ability obviously corresponds to the play of the blue trait [Scholar].
Reasonably speaking, the upper limit of a blue talent is fixed, how could it suddenly produce an increase?
Wen Bo quickly caught the key sentence.
"Driven by the cold temperament."
This is precisely the invisible value of the purple trait [Cold-blooded Demon King]!
After abandoning ordinary people's moral guilt and empathy, the brain's calculation circuit becomes pure and direct, forcibly raising the parsing efficiency of [Scholar] by a notch.
The two traits actually formed a benign complement.
However, looking at himself in the log being shocked to vomit blood and scream every day, Wen Bo's back still felt a little cold.
Being so merciless to himself, he truly deserves the name of Demon King.
Chapter 22 Subduing the Lizard Monster and Awe-Inspiring the Entire City
[Day 7 to Day 8: You still used high-voltage electricity and extreme loads to squeeze your potential, and your physical strength grew rapidly. You continued to secretly capture targets for drug testing, and another two lives were lost on the operating table.]
[The deceased were all neglected vagrants and refugees, and coupled with their small number, it did not arouse external alertness. Continuous human experiments accumulated a small amount of frost factor data for you.]
[Day 16: Having gone through a full ten days of excruciating electric shock torture, your pure physical explosive power successfully increased by one ton, and your limit strength was raised to sixty-one tons! The formulation ratio of the freezing factor still showed no breakthrough.]
A trace of joy flashed across the eyes of Wen Bo.
Gaining one ton of strength in ten days!
You must know that once pure physical strength reaches sixty tons, potential development is already close to the physiological limit.
In the past, burying oneself in hard training for two or three months would make it difficult to advance even half a step; now, relying on electric shocks and self-mutilation, the amplification speed has simply tripled or quadrupled.
Although the process was agonizingly painful, the gains were truly astonishing.
[Day 26: Having endured another ten days of inhuman sharpening, your limit strength increased by another ton once more, pushing it to sixty-two tons. The data of human experiments accumulated steadily, but it was still a bit short of completely mastering the frost superpower.]
[Third Month: News spread through the New York Cityunderground network that a mutated Lizardman had appeared in the sewers. You developed a strong interest in this and secretly set about searching for the traces of the lizard monster.]
[Under these two-plus months of dark and sunless self-mutilating training, your pure strength surged by another six tons, and your total explosive power broke through to the sixty-eight-ton mark!]
[As the number of missing persons gradually increased, the group of vagrants under the bridge finally sensed the danger, and they spontaneously huddled together to sleep in public squares patrolled by patrol cars, making it very difficult for you to make a move.]
[You did not stop your actions, but instead turned your targets to nonlocal youths who came to New York Cityalone to make a living. These people had sturdy builds and could better tolerate drug toxicity.]
[Although a large number of biochemical maps were recorded, the replication of the frost superpower never saw the dawn of hope. You gradually became irritable and frantic, subconsciously increasing the injection frequency of the experiment.]
Seeing this step, Wen Bo frowned.
The appearance of the lizard monster meant that the severed limb regeneration serum of Dr. Connors had already come into being.
This flesh-and-bone healing characteristic was precisely the defensive trump card that Wen Bo currently lacked the most.
The bad news was that the clone in the simulation had already fallen into a runaway state.
Vagrants were hard to catch, so it actually started directly on innocent nonlocal youths.
He who often walks by the river will eventually wet his shoes.
Creating serial disappearances inside the metropolis, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the New York Police Department would sooner or later follow the vine and track it to the door.
And before the bomb exploded, the freezing superpower that it had been yearning for had still failed to be successfully replicated.
The only thing worth being gratified about was...
In less than three short months, pure strength was forcibly pulled from sixty tons to sixty-eight tons!
The destructive power of the demonic fast-track method was indeed ferocious to an incredible degree.
The light screen on the system panel trembled slightly, and the deduction time quickly slid to the fourth month.
[Fourth Month: The mutated Lizardman continuously created chaos in the city. After figuring out the pattern, you set an ambush in advance, and when the other party appeared again to commit crimes, you wore a pure White combat suit and launched a mid-air surprise attack, capturing the lizard monster alive with overwhelming fist force.]
[This interception action quickly spread through media lenses, and citizens and major newspapers spontaneously bestowed upon you the praise of "Spider-Man", making you a civilian idol revered by countless people in a muddled way.]
[The ruthless ferocity emanating from your body merged with your appearance, giving birth to a peculiar villainous leader temperament. Dr. Connors the Lizardman was completely subdued by your methods, willingly serving you as master and taking the initiative to hand over the treasured gene repair serum.]
Looking at the deduction log, the expression of Wen Bowas somewhat odd.
A cold-blooded madman with hands full of blood who caught living people in the dark to do experiments unexpectedly and mistakenly became the embodiment of justice praised by the citizens.
This plot development truly had some dark humor.
The real Peter Parker was still in school, and it was still more than half a year away from his mutated debut; instead, the hero title belonging to Little Spider was preemptively snatched away by yourself.
What was even more interesting was the reaction of the Lizardman.
[Cold-blooded Demon King] matched with [Outstanding Charisma], two completely opposite traits blended together, and actually transformed into a unique appeal targeting fierce villains and antagonists.
It seemed that different entries equipped together would really produce unexpected chemical reactions.
If it were an open-and-aboveboard talent matched with a charismatic trait, what it attracted would most likely be all sorts of orthodox heroes.
Wen Bo sorted out his emotions and continued to look down.
[Fifth Month: Knowing full well that the gene serum had serious physiological hidden dangers, you did not rashly inject it into your body. You diverted energy to tackle the serum defects, and Dr. Connors assisted and cooperated from the side, causing R&D efficiency to soar exponentially.]
[Soon, Dr. Connors was shocked to realize that your intuition at the micro-biochemical level was exceptionally sharp, and you could always point out key pathways in dead ends. Without you presiding over the situation, it would be difficult for him to step beyond the thunderpond even half a step in his entire life.]
[The goal of eliminating the serum defects was close at hand, and you sincerely sighed that improving the serum was far smoother than analyzing the frost physique, but you still detained the Ice Man and refused to let go; after all, the destructive upper limit of controlling solid ice was no small matter.]
The eyes of Wen Bo lit up.
The improved version of the serum indeed had a chance!
As long as the defect of going crazy and turning into a big lizard was eliminated, one could freeload the self-healing physique of severed limb regeneration.
This all relied on the high-dimensional analysis of the [Scholar] entry.
The decision to retain the Scholar entry back then was quite correct; otherwise, relying solely on brute force, one could only stare blankly in the face of precise biochemical formulas.
With Dr. Connors the original author helping out, the R&D cycle was bound to be greatly shortened.
[Sixth Month: The continuous loss of contact of nonlocal migrant youths caused ripples among the people, and the police station began to dispatch police forces to intervene and investigate, forcing you to rein in your actions.]
[However, the frost experiment was at a critical bottleneck, and the gap in consumables was huge. You smoothly converted your strategy, casting the encirclement net toward fugitive wanted felons and villain gangs hidden in dark corners.]
[As one heinous felon after another inexplicably evaporated from the human world, the reputation of Spider-Man not only resounded through New York, but even began to spread across the United States. You became an iron-fisted vigilante that street scoundrels heard of with terror, and civilians respected you to the utmost.]
[Of course, upholding justice was purely an accidental harvest. The thugs became nourishment on the experimental table, and the black money they accumulated all became your scientific research funds.]
[Even counting the villains, samples were still in short supply. You simply smashed out large sums of cash to bribe the power-holders and medical officers of the maximum-security prison, secretly buying people from the death row list, and continuously supplying live-body research relying on the seized dirty money.]
Seeing this, Wen Bo was unable to help rubbing the space between his eyebrows.
To avoid the risk of investigation, he simply used extremely vicious evildoers as consumables, but as a result, he blundered into being held up by citizens as a hard-guy hero similar to the Punisher.
On one hand, testing drugs on living people in an underground secret room; on the other hand, being revered by tens of thousands of people in the streets and alleys.
This absurd sense and fragmented feeling of a dual identity were truly maxed out.
Chapter 23: Rebirth of Severed Limbs, Green GoblinBecomes a Minion
[Month 7: The Lizard serum achieved a milestone breakthrough. The improved formula completely eradicated the hidden danger of madness that twisted sanity and induced mental derangement, leaving only the physical defect of causing bones and flesh to undergo scaly mutation, transforming into a half-human, half-beast body.]
[Month 8: Along with the deep alignment of the underlying genetic chain, you were surprised to find that as long as the physiological defect of appearance mutation was completely eliminated, the serum would additionally stimulate a high-frequency mental brainwave, which could freely control all cold-blooded reptilian creatures within a three-kilometer radius.]
[The unexpected surprise greatly encouraged you. Research progress was unstoppable, and at most taking another five months, a flawless perfect serum could be born.]
Wen Bo was in a great mood.
Compared to the slowly progressing frost factor, the biochemical serum side was practically given a green light all the way.
It eliminated mental derangement and even came with a complimentary superpower sense to manipulate cold-blooded reptiles.
The perception and dominance within a three-kilometer range served as a natural intelligence network in actual combat.
Distance to complete completion was at most five months, meaning you could get the finished product in the thirteenth month of the deduction.
[Month 9: The half-year-long inhuman self-mutilating tempering brought astonishing returns. Your pure physical strength skyrocketed by a full eighteen tons again, and your ultimate explosive power officially broke through the eighty-six-ton peak!]
[At the same time, the missing person files of vagrants and young migrant workers finally attracted the attention of a few experienced criminal police officers, and someone began to mark the missing locations on the map, attempting to find common correlations among them.]
Looking at the numbers on the panel, Wen Bo felt greatly reassured.
In six months, it abruptly grew eighteen tons of divine strength!
Eighty-six tons of pure muscular output had long since left the strength of the conventional Little Spider far behind, and even if a heavy armored vehicle rushed head-on, it could be flipped over single-handedly from the front.
However, the crisis in the dark lines also began to surface.
The missing cases had already been targeted by sharp detectives.
Paper couldn't wrap up fire after all.
Wen Bo rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "Demon, you must be a bit quicker with your hands and feet."
The text on the deduction panel rolled rapidly, and the tenth month arrived as scheduled.
[Month 10: The external rumors were getting tighter and tighter, and the underground secret room faced the risk of exposure at any time. A strong sense of crisis prompted you to accelerate experimental research and development.]
[In mid-month, the armored villain Green Goblin stepping on a Flight hoverboard managed to emerge out of nowhere, throwing pumpkin bombs everywhere on the streets of Manhattan to cause destruction.]
[Spider-Woman Gwen went to intercept several times, but failed to take down the cunning opponent. You keenly targeted this top Scholar of Osborn Industries, intending to win over this biological genius to share the research pressure for you.]
[Month 11: You seized the opportunity when the opponent was alone, leaped into the air with the huge force of eighty-six tons, smashed the Flight aircraft to pieces on the spot with one punch, and captured the Green Goblin alive.]
[Under the influence of the villain's leadership charisma, Norman Osborn was completely subdued by your ruthless methods and submissively joined the underground laboratory. With the assistance of this top scientist, the lagging frost transformation experiment ushered in a turning point for breakthrough.]
[In addition, because you defeated the Green Goblin in the street, Spider-Man's hero reputation resounded across America, praised by the public as the conscience of the metropolis and the nemesis of criminals, with countless admirers.]
Wen Bo looked at the log and couldn't help rubbing his temples.
He captured another top-tier worker.
Counting Dr. Connors from before, his subordinates had already gathered two heavyweight villains, the Lizard-man and the Green Goblin.
The passive effect of villain charisma was truly outrageous, forcibly turning a demon who engaged in vivisection into the big boss of a villainous enterprise.
What was even more outrageous was the external reaction.
Clearly an all-powerful underground mastermind, in the eyes of the citizens, he instead became the number one moral model upholding justice.
Wen Bo felt this plot was absurd to the point of being comical.
The records on the panel continued to deduce downwards.
[Month 12: After consuming several batches of consumable materials, you accidentally created the first esper capable of manipulating solid ice.]
[Regrettably, the conversion probability was only two percent, and the remaining ninety-eight percent all ended in death.]
[Far from being discouraged, you were overjoyed instead. The leap from zero to one had been completed, and you saw the stairs leading to a higher level. You continued to improve the formula, striving to increase the survival rate and overcome the shortcoming that frost warriors could not leave the low-temperature life-support chamber.]
[That same month, high school student Peter Parker, bitten by a mutated spider, debuted. Because the hero title was preemptively occupied by you, the citizens casually referred to him as "Little Spider".]
[This young novice publicly issued a statement, respectfully calling Spider-Man his lifelong mentor and idol, and vowing to emulate you, this moral model.]
Wen Bo's eyelids twitched slightly.
The genuine Spider-Man had actually been reduced to his own hardcore fan.
Little Spider shouted about justice and responsibility in front of the television every day, treating Wen Bo as a guiding beacon.
If Peter were to find out that his idol tested drugs on living people in the basement every day, his mental world would probably shatter into dust on the spot.
Wen Bo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his gaze turned to the most crucial thirteenth month.
[Month 13: The unremitting and dedicated breakthrough finally ushered in results, and you and Dr. Connorssuccessfully formulated the perfect self-healing serum.]
[You unhesitatingly tilted your head back and gulped down the potion. The surging vitality instantly baptized your whole body's bones and flesh, granting you the tyrannical self-healing power of limb regeneration, and unlocking the mental telepathy of cold-blooded reptiles within a three-kilometer radius.]
[Pure physical explosive power skyrocketed by twenty tons! Because the foundation of the spider constitution was too huge, the potential upper limit was only additionally widened by twenty tons.]
[To actually test the repair efficiency, you waved a blade and severed your left arm. In just a few dozen seconds, the wound stopped bleeding and scabbed over; taking over ten hours, a brand-new healthy arm grew back.]
[You completely succeeded. Dr. Connors's admiration for you deepened another layer. Although you had mastered the means to eradicate the appearance side effects, you intentionally withheld it from Dr. Connors to prevent him from recovering his sanity and turning into a kind, good person.]
[You were still not satisfied with the regeneration time of more than ten hours, and continued to set about improving the healing efficiency.]
Wen Bo secretly took a breath.
In order to test the drug's efficacy, he severed his own arm casually without changing his expression; this level of ruthlessness was truly the true character of a demon.
Although the methods were crude, the results were immediate.
In just over ten hours, the entire severed arm could regrow, directly maxing out the survival baseline ability.
Coupled with the skyrocketing twenty tons of brute force, the pure physical output had already crossed into the triple-digit milestone.
[Month 14: After repeatedly adjusting the biochemical factors, the success rate of frost transformation jumped from two percent to ten percent. After the leap from zero to one, the experimental process advanced by leaps and bounds.]
[Month 15: The conversion success rate further climbed to twenty-five percent. Under uninterrupted high-intensity self-mutilating tempering, your pure strength grew by another eighteen tons, plus the twenty tons boosted by the serum, currently your pure physical explosive power officially reached an astonishing one hundred and twenty-four tons!]
Wen Bo clenched his fists, his heart deeply shocked.
One hundred and twenty-four tons of pure physical explosive power!
The orthodox Spider-Man training hard would only reach the fifty-ton level in the end, and an emotional outbreak overturning a bridge would at most touch the hundred-ton threshold.
Now, you had steadily crossed this hurdle in the simulator.
Solely based on this brute force, you could completely be called an agile version of the Little Hulk.
[Month 16: Case files of multiple vagrants and foreign youths losing contact piled up like mountains, arousing high vigilance from the police department and the FBI. The special investigation team officially moved in to conduct searches and arrests.]
[You were forced to act increasingly secretly, and the frequency of capturing test subjects suffered a major setback. Within a month, the conversion success rate barely moved from twenty-five percent to thirty percent. You were secretly anxious and began to plot a strategy to break the deadlock.]
[Month 17: Unwilling to sit and wait for death, you decided to expand the search network to states across America. In order to expand your minions, you set your sights on other notorious villain criminals: Doctor Octopus, Electro, Sandman, and Whiplash.]
[Relying on your superior villain leadership charisma and massive research and development dividends, you easily brought these madmen under your command, ordering them to go to various states to scavenge death row inmates and fugitive villains on your behalf.]
[Experimental consumable materials came in an endless stream, and the conversion rate surged to fifty percent! At the same time, the FBI followed the vine to find the melon, uncovering clues about the deficit in the accounts of death row inmates in maximum-security prisons, and the scope of the investigation was rapidly closing in on you.]
Chapter 24: Polls Reach the Top, Surpassing Homelander
Wen Bo stared intently at the words on the panel.
The situation was obviously becoming dangerous.
The continuous missing person cases finally spread thoroughly among the public, not only alarming the neighborhood patrol police, but even causing the FBI to specially dispatch elite personnel to open a case for investigation.
Uncovering the shady business dealings of maximum-security prisons was only a matter of time.
Once the scandal of trading death row inmates was poked in front of the public, the investigators would be just one step away from figuring out the background of the mastermind in the dark.
Wen Bo's heart tightened slightly.
If such a frantic business was exposed to the sunlight, the entire human society would definitely not let the matter rest.
At that time, all powerful institutions and superheroes would definitely be mobilized to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign against this inhumane killer.
This was truly a Shura field where the whole world was an enemy.
Not to mention getting his hands on the Frost Serum, whether the simulation clone could save its small life was also an unknown.
In order to avoid the limelight, himself in the simulation had restrained his actions locally, but instead spread various villains across all states of America to search everywhere for consumables, stubbornly pushing the conversion rate to fifty percent.
Watching this wave of operations, Wen Bo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Leading a bunch of notorious supervillains everywhere to collect materials, how could this still be a small-scale street-fighting demon king?
He had clearly become a villainous demon king sitting on the throne.
Just as Wen Bo was pondering to himself, the deduction log on the panel suddenly shifted.
[Month 18: Under your day-and-night, digging-three-feet-deep crazy arrests, the evildoers of New York Citywere almost completely wiped out by you. The local crime rate dropped by an astonishing ninety percent! You made this place the model city with the best security in the world!]
[You created an incredible miracle! Spider-Man's prestige was at its peak, becoming the only true god shining over the earth in the hearts of countless people!]
[Your public support rating skyrocketed all the way, steadily suppressing Vought Company's signature idol, Homelander!]
[The public's worship of you reached a crazy level, and the streets and alleys even circulated a loud cry: "There cannot be two suns in the sky, only the Spider Emperor is this red sun!" Some media outlets even openly asserted that if you took off your battle suit to participate in the general election, your support rating would be enough to sweep the entire field.]
Seeing this passage of logs, Wen Bo was directly stunned in place.
His head was buzzing.
What kind of magical trend was this?
A peerless felon who did human biopsies day and night in an underground black workshop was transformed overnight into the light of civilization admired by all.
His prestige even overthrew Homelander on the spot.
In the early stage of The Boys world, Vought Companypackaged Homelander as a flawless god among men, with a status no less than a savior.
As a result, now, this exquisitely packaged national idol was forcibly pinned to the ground by a Cold-blooded Demon King.
The sentence "There cannot be two suns in the sky" amused Wen Bo even more.
This generation of netizens really knew how to make things happen, actually bringing out classic old memes from another world.
Thinking carefully, it carried inevitability amidst the absurdity.
In order to get scientific research consumables, the clone in the simulation was simply like a tireless lawn mower, capturing all the punks and hooligans in the city cleanly.
Once the scoundrels went in, they never came out again, and the street security naturally reached an unprecedented level.
He casually created the myth of the world's best model district.
Wen Bo rubbed his cheeks, feeling somewhat between laughter and tears.
This immensely meritorious savior persona was truly a blind hit that hit the right spot.
[Month 19: You knew that in the twenty-first month, Lokiwould lead a fleet to invade Manhattan, and in the twenty-fourth month, the Spider Queen would go on a killing spree in the city. To preserve the progress of your scientific research, you decided to move your team out of New Yorkahead of time.]
[You first went to the capital Washington to scout and choose a site, finding that it was accessible from all directions, making it convenient for your subordinates to transport supplies.]
[However, on the downtown streets, you accidentally ran into Homelander who was shooting a promotional video. Even though separated by hundreds of meters, your Spider-Sense still sent out a harsh, frantic ringing to you, with fatal pressure rushing towards your face—invincible!]
[You decisively abandoned Washington and secretly moved your new base to Boston in the north.]
Seeing Homelander's appearance, Wen Bo was lost in thought.
Even if the claw strength was stacked to an astonishing one hundred and twenty-four tons, in front of the genuine Homelander, there was still only the option to run away.
A weakened version of Superman was still Superman.
The pure strength of Superman in the movie easily broke a thousand tons, and after resurrection, it was calculated in tens of thousands of tons.
Even if Homelander's combat power shrank, his brute strength was at least outside the thousand-ton magnitude, and his defensive power could even withstand violent explosions of the million-ton level.
One hundred and twenty-four tons of physical strength was indeed not enough to look at in front of him.
Avoiding his sharp edge was a wise choice.
[Month 20: Under the day-and-night tackling of the new experimental base, the conversion probability of the Frost Factor was pushed to seventy percent! Victory was right before your eyes!]
[During this period, you casually completely subdued New York's underground underworld emperor, Kingpin.]
[Except for the core few scientists, the vast majority of villains who defected to you did not know that your true identity was the currently trending Spider-Man. In the dark faction, all the heroes respectfully called you "Demon King, My Lord".]
A smile curled up at the corner of Wen Bo's mouth.
The tides turned.
In the previous rounds of deductions, Kingpin even came to his door to force him to submit, but now instead he was honestly acting as an errand-running thug.
By day, he was the savior hero praised by the whole of America, and by night, he was the underground demon king commanding all demons.
This dual identity was considered to have been thoroughly figured out.
However, before Wen Bo could be happy for too long, the text on the panel suddenly changed.
[End of Month 20: The FBI officially announced to the public that it had uncovered multiple vicious case files of secretly purchasing death row inmates from maximum-security prisons.]
[Once this scandal was disclosed, the whole of America was in an uproar.]
[Shrewd detectives among the people soon linked the missing vagrants, out-of-town youths, and death row inmate accounts together, plunging the whole society into huge panic. Countless citizens protested and marched, strongly demanding severe punishment for the mastermind behind the scenes.]
[A special task force was quickly established to trace the huge funds. Fortunately, your laboratory had always used captured unowned black money, so the clues were temporarily stuck in the middle link, and investigators had not yet checked up to your head.]
[But you knew deeply that there was no wall in the worldthat didn't leak wind; once the investigation network tightened, exposure was only a matter of time. The sense of urgency in your heart was pushed to the vertex, and you began to sprint toward the final experiment at all costs!]
Wen Bo took a deep breath.
The death row inmate channel was cut off, and the official big net was unfolding in an all-round way.
The time left for the simulation clone was truly not much.
Chapter 25: Homelander Defeated, The Frost Legion Saves the World
The oppressive feeling of the investigation net tightening layer by layer rushed forward, but the turning point in the deduction always arrived at a critical moment.
[Month 21: The Evil God Loki opened a space portal, leading the Chitauri alien fleet to make an airborne landing in Manhattan.]
[The sky-blocking giant mechanical spacecraft rampaged between the buildings, and global attention was instantly attracted by this alien disaster. All departments across the United States urgently mobilized supplies and manpower, and the old case of missing persons was forced to be shelved and postponed.]
Seeing this, Wen Bo let out a soft breath.
This world-watching alien war came at just the right time.
It directly attracted all of the official investigation firepower away, buying a precious breathing space for the simulation clone.
The deduction on the panel continued to turn down the page.
[Month 22: You noticed that the growth momentum of your own strength slowed down again, and physical development once again touched a new resistance. Having spent a full seven months, your limit strength only increased by fourteen tons, and the total physical explosive force was pushed to one hundred and thirty-eight tons.]
[Scientific research results were gratifying. Under day-and-night continuous debugging, the success rate of frost conversion increased from seventy percent to eighty-five percent!]
[Most critically, you successfully overcame the physiological defect that mutants could only rely on ultra-low-temperature life-support chambers to survive. The modified frost warriors could operate normally in room-temperature environments without any special protective gear. Dawn was right ahead, and you were thrilled.]
Wen Bo nodded inwardly.
It increased by fourteen tons in seven months; although not as rapid as the early stage, a grip strength of one hundred and thirty-eight tons was already more than twice that of the real body.
The physical potential brought by the spider virus was indeed profound, capable of pulling the upper limit close to one hundred and forty tons.
Even more exhilarating was the Iceman experiment.
Having solved the shortcoming of room-temperature survival, and stacking the success rate to eighty-five percent, you were only a few steps away from completely mastering this elemental ability.
[Month 23: The post-war ruins of New York had not yet been cleaned up, and the major case of missing persons was put on the table again. The FBI, CIA, and state police departments formed a joint investigation department to fully investigate the list of missing vagrants everywhere.]
[Soon, a subordinate villain responsible for transporting living samples in another state was captured alive on the spot by agents. In the interrogation room, unable to withstand the pressure, the other party confessed the name of the mastermind behind the scenes—the Demon King.]
[Vagrants losing contact, out-of-town youths being killed, and accounts of death row inmates in maximum-security prisons showing deficits—all the scattered clues were strung together by this fuse, pointing to the Demon King hidden in the dark.]
[Once the news was made public, the whole country fell into shock. The name of the Demon King shrouded the whole territory like a dark cloud, becoming a self-endangering nightmare in every street and alley. The higher-ups defined it as a special-grade threat and diverted massive resources to launch a dead-angle-free manhunt.]
The expression of Wen Bo turned serious.
With multiple forces joining hands to investigate and making such big momentum, the room for maneuver left underground was getting smaller and smaller.
Once the location of the laboratory was detected, what would follow was an encirclement by a large army.
[Month 24: The Spider Queen Soria, entrenched in New York, appeared, forcibly mutating the newly debuted Little Spider Peter into a multi-legged monster. Relying on his tenacious will, Peter molted his shell and shed his skin, changing back into human form.]
[Two months of torture training allowed you to increase your strength by another four tons, and your pure physical strength reached one hundred and forty-two tons.]
[The gene repair potion ushered in further improvements, compressing the repair time for severed limb regeneration to six hours.]
[You tirelessly adjusted the biochemical formula, successfully pushing the success rate of frost conversion up to ninety-five percent! Only the last subtle error of five percent remained from the finish line. However, the massive manhunt against the Demon King swept toward Boston like a storm, and the crisis was close at hand.]
Pure strength at one hundred and forty-two tons, and severed arms could be regrown in six hours.
The success rate of the Iceman experiment even touched the threshold of ninety-five percent.
Wen Bo secretly broke into a cold sweat for the simulation clone.
The closer it was to victory, the tighter the outer net tightened.
[Month 25: The Spider Queen used the mutated biological residue shed by Peter to successfully formulate the spider influenza toxin.]
[The manhunt operation was fully unfolded, your subordinate villains fell into the net one after another, the remaining minions closed their doors for self-preservation, and the sample source in other provinces was completely cut off.]
[To avoid being cornered indoors on the spot, you moved and retreated overnight with the instruments and equipment. Lacking sufficient experimental materials, the experimental progress was stubbornly stuck at ninety-five percent, unable to advance even a fraction.]
[The tracking footsteps of the investigative agents were getting closer and closer to your temporary hiding place, and exposure was just a matter of a day or two. You were burning with anxiety yet helpless.]
Wen Bo frowned tightly.
The worst-case scenario had still happened.
The experiment was stuck at the final threshold, and the pursuers from the outside were about to break through the door.
Just at the moment when the situation was about to completely collapse, the deduction text changed drastically.
[Month 26: On the eve of the agents searching the factory where you were hiding, a huge change suddenly broke out.]
[The spider influenza spread on a large scale in the center of New York City, devouring the entire city with an incredible momentum! In just three days, New York Citycompletely lost control and fell! The global population fell into panic!]
[Major superhero teams and all-US armed forces were ordered to urgently rush to New York City for rescue, having no time to care about the manhunt in Boston.]
[The suffocating encirclement instantly disintegrated, and you gained a breathing space of finding a new lease of life! You restarted the hunting operation and threw yourself into the final sprint against time!]
[Success rate advanced to ninety-six percent!]
[Success rate advanced to ninety-seven percent!]
[Success rate advanced to ninety-eight percent!]
Wen Bo clenched his fists and repeatedly called it lucky.
At the critical moment, it was still the Spider Queen who helped him out of the siege.
The official main forces were all dragged down in the New York battlefield, and the search net collapsed without being attacked.
[At the same time, the battle situation in New York Citytook a sharp turn for the worse. Facing the Spider Queen whose strength skyrocketed geometrically as monsters increased, the defense forces were beaten to drop their helmets and armor.]
[Homelander, upon whom the public placed high hopes, made a high-profile entrance and engaged in a fierce battle with the Spider Queen in the city center. The two figures collided and collapsed large areas of tall buildings, with a startling momentum.]
[Only a few minutes into the fight, the self-conceited Homelander was slapped flat to the ground head-on by the berserk Queen, and his chest was torn open with several bloody marks by sharp claws. With panic written all over his face, Homelander abandoned the defense line and fled the scene in a panic right in front of countless broadcast lenses!]
[The nationwide live broadcast screen fell into dead silence, the faith in the hearts of the public collapsed on the spot, and fear spread to every corner.]
Seeing Homelander beaten so badly that he ran away dropping his helmet and armor, Wen Bo could not help laughing out loud.
Usually standing in the spotlight to accept the worship of all humanity, when he truly encountered a tough opponent, he ran faster than a rabbit.
The true nature of a giant baby who bullied the soft and feared the hard was exposed to the fullest.
[Just as the metropolis was about to sink completely, a mysterious team composed of over a hundred frost ability users quietly landed airborne on the streets.]
[They were strictly disciplined and uniformly urged biting cold currents. Wherever they passed, groups of Mutated Spider monsters were frozen into hard ice sculptures, and the life feedback of the Spider Queen was forcefully cut off. The defense forces finally stabilized their footing.]
[In the rear, Little Spider Peter took the opportunity to formulate the virus antidote, spraying it on a large scale for rescue. The monsters turned back into civilians one after another, and the Spider Queen, having lost her source of power, saw her strength drop drastically, and was finally blasted to death by concentrated heavy artillery fire.]
[The survivors among the citizens then surprisingly discovered that the hundred-man Frost Legion that turned the tide was all wearing pure white combat uniforms, with an eye-catching spider emblem embroidered on their chests!]
[This was the trump card legion personally forged by Spider-Man! Spider-Man once again saved civilization with the posture of a savior! His civilian prestige soared straight up, climbing to an unprecedented peak!]
[The streets and alleys everywhere echoed with cheers for Spider-Man, and countless petition letters flew toward the council like snowflakes, calling for this civilian hero to directly assume the post of the next supreme commander.]