Chapter 160. Professor Lizard

An hour ago.

In Oscorp's bio-lab.

Connors woke up from a coma. In order to prevent the board of directors from stopping the experimental research on his lizard serum...

He risked it all and injected himself with the serum without any human experimental data to make sure nothing dangerous would happen.

Shaking his somewhat blurred senses, Connors turned his body and soon felt something different, an unfamiliar sense of touch coming from his previously incomplete arm. He lifted it and saw an arm wrapped in what looked like reptilian skin growing out of the previously severed arm.

Tearing off the skin, Connors looked at the pale and supple new arm inside. His eyes turned red.

He had endured a lot of things in order to regain this.

Turning his new arm, feeling the unfamiliar yet familiar touch, Connors hooked his mouth into a smile that he couldn't hide.

Then, he seemed to think of something and rushed to the phone.

"Professor Connors, what can I do for you?"

"I need to see Mr Osborn." Hearing the voice from the other side of the phone, Connors suppressed his excitement at the moment and turned his brand-new arm in excitement.

"Professor, I've made it clear before. The board has made their decision, Mr. Osborn doesn't want to see you."

"No, it's different now. I have enough proof to convince him!" Opening and closing his new palm, Connors thought that if he could get Harry to see this, everything would turn around.

However, the secretary, who had been bought by Donald Menken, was obviously unconvinced.

"Professor, you should know that the decision wouldn't be changed that easily, so ..."

"I need to see Harry Osborn right now!"

Since the secretary's evasiveness on the phone irritated Connors, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Without warning, he roared at the phone, "Damn it! Aren't you listening?!"

"... I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Maybe... I'm just too exhausted..."

The irritation came out of nowhere, and Connors had no control over it, but apparently, he managed to shock the secretary on the other side of the phone.

"..."

"Mr Osborn is on his way home."

"Thank you."

Hastily hanging up the phone, Professor Connors rubbed his slightly aching head, shook his head, then stumbled and fell to the ground.

'This maybe a side effect. Did forming the arm consume something from my body?'

As he silently pondered, Connors was more concerned about meeting Harry than his current physical condition.

'As long as I can convince Harry Osborn, the lizard serum will ...'

Staggering to his feet, Connors's mind struggled to function. However, in the next moment, another consciousness chillingly started to take over his mind. Green scales and sharp nails started to grow on the new arm.

Boom --

A few minutes later, a dark green figure covered in scales wearing a white lab coat leapt out with a loud crash.

...

"What's going on?"

On the bridge, Harry looked at the cars that had suddenly stopped and asked.

"I don't know, Sir. There might be an accident ahead."

Looking up at the dense mass of vehicles ahead, the driver then turned his head to reply to Harry.

In response, Harry nodded dispiritedly, his expression somewhat dull.

The disappearance of his father, Norman Osborn, was a great blow to him. The previous scene at Oscorp's board meeting had made him question his decision to take over the chairman position in the first place. But, no matter what, he wouldn't give up Oscorp because it was the only legacy Norman Osborn had left him.

Pulling his thoughts back, Harry looked at the still unmoving vehicles and frowned, "Isn't anyone coming to clear the road? Where's the police?"

"Maybe it's a big accident?"

The driver shook his head and made some uncertain guesses.

However, at this moment, screams coming from the bridge ahead made Harry's expression change.

Judging from the scene, it wasn't a simple traffic accident.

The moment he realised that he saw the car in the distance being lifted up and a huge lizard-like figure. It was wearing a tattered white lab coat, had a huge tail, and two hands full of sharp claws. It was wreaking havoc on the bridge.

At the sight of the monster appearing on the bridge, the driver's expression changed. He quickly got out of the car and shouted at Harry, who was sitting in the back seat.

At the driver's shouts, Harry snapped back to his senses. He quickly opened the car door and scrambled towards the other side of the bridge. Although he didn't know why such a monster had appeared on the bridge, it was clear to him that he couldn't just sit there. He had to get as far away as possible.

The Lizard raised his hands and lifted the car that was blocking his way. He leapt up and landed on the roof of a car, leaving a deep dent in it. His crimson eyes swept over the crowd on the bridge, and he soon noticed Harry's figure, running away.

"Harry Osborn!"

With a hoarse, low growl, the Lizard's legs shot up. He was about to leap towards Harry's position.

Bang --

However, in the next moment, a nimble figure in red tights appeared on the bridge. He swung around and kicked the Lizard, who was in mid-air, down.

"Whew, that was close ..."

Squatting on the roof of a car, Spider-Man raised his hand and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on the mask. Looking down at the Lizard who crashed into a car, he honestly said, "Wow, you're pretty ugly ..."

"You kindda remind me of someone I know..."

Looking at the Lizard in front of him, under the mask, the young spider's expression turned serious. He didn't know Connors, so when he saw the lizard-like creature in front of him, he subconsciously associated it with the Venom.

Although Spider-Man had a lot of strength, he couldn't do much damage to the Lizard, who was now bigger than Connors's former physique. He shook his head and stood up from the wreckage of the car and looked up in the direction Harry had disappeared to. With a sudden look of rage on his face, he let out a roar at the young spider in front of him.

"Wow, you guys look so similar. Although... your colour is different."

The young spider kept chattering, but his hands didn't slow down. He quickly launched some sticky spider web from his wrist.