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After Anton left, the Batmobile entered autopilot mode and parked in an unmanned alley not far from the Oscorp Building.

The Lizard, who had broken his hands and feet and even lost his tail, struggled to escape from the Batmobile. But no matter how strong his self-healing ability was, he couldn't grow back his hands and feet in such a short period of time to break free from Batman's special rope.

"Batman!"

The Lizard roared in a low voice, and his cry echoed through the alley, extremely shocking. If it hadn't been for the nearby citizens of the Oscorp Building and the police dispersing them, no one would have been able to sleep through this.

Staring at the sewer manhole cover, just a dozen meters away, the Lizard was desperate for freedom. As long as he could break free from the rope, he could escape through the sewer and regain his freedom. 

But he couldn't do it. It felt like the furthest distance in the world.

Boom!

Suddenly, just as the Lizard was beginning to give up, the manhole cover of the sewer was kicked from the inside. It was lifted into the air, then fell to the ground, its sound resonating through the dark alley.

The Lizard's eyes lit up, and he felt his chance had come. "Who?"

He shouted in a low voice.

Swish, swish, swish!

A few strange figures flew out of the sewer. The two sides looked at each other, both stunned.

"Turtles?"

The Lizard murmured, hardly able to believe that, in addition to his own lizard genes, there were others who were fusing tortoise genes.

"Do you want to live a few hundred years longer?"

He thought that tortoises generally live longer, and he felt that this wasn't impossible.

"Help me!!"

The Lizard yelled. "We are the same kind!"

"Similar?"

The turtle with the yellow eye mask was dumbfounded and said, "Dude, we're not the same species, anyway."

The Turtles, who had come out of the sewer, were naturally following Eddie and April to Manhattan for their mission near the Oscorp Building. 

Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello looked at the Lizard on the Batmobile. After hesitating for a moment, they turned their eyes toward the Batmobile.

"Wow, this car is really cool."

Donatello, the turtle with the purple eye mask , nicknamed Donnie, looked at the Batmobile with shining eyes, clearly envious. As a techie, he couldn't resist the charm of the Batmobile.

"Don't listen to him fooling around!"

At this point, Eddie and April crawled out of the sewer. Eddie glanced at the Lizard, who was tied to the Batmobile, but wasn't too surprised. 

The Venom symbiote within him had already sensed the Lizard's presence and had warned him mentally.

"This guy is different from you."

Eddie said, "His name is Curt Connors. He's a mad scientist who, in an attempt to cure his disability, injected himself with a lizard gene serum. Although he cured his disability, he became a lizard man, driven by the madness of building a lizard empire."

"I've read the news!"

Donnie gave Eddie a thumbs up. "Eddie, The Daily Bugle is our must-read newspaper every day."

"It looks like he was caught by Batman again."

Eddie passed by the Lizard Man. With his professional instinct as a reporter, he took out his camera and snapped a photo of the Lizard Man, who was opening his bloodied mouth and looking embarrassed. 

He recorded the scene and then said, "Ignore him. Let's help Batman!"

"No problem."

"We can't wait!"

The Turtles glanced at each other excitedly and quickly rushed out of the dark alley.

...

On the other side,

After Anton returned to his peak state, he teamed up with Spider-Man to fight the Green Goblin.

The Green Goblin had lost his biggest advantage after detonating the flying skateboard; his mobility was greatly reduced, and even his self-confidence was crushed by Anton's incarnation of Batman.

He didn't expect Anton to survive the terrifying explosion without even touching the skin of the armor he was wearing.

Even now, the Green Goblin couldn't understand how the battle armor on Anton's body had gone from a war-damaged state to a pristine factory condition.

Of course, if the explosion of the flying skateboard had caused Anton to lose combat effectiveness as he thought, the outcome might have gone as expected.

But the truth is that there is no "if."

The Green Goblin was so angry that he ignored his own injuries. He threw a flying knife to push Spider-Man back and rushed toward Anton to fight him bare-handed.

Boom!

Anton didn't miss the opportunity.

He blocked the Green Goblin's fist, locked the latter's arm, and hit him with a knee strike that distorted the Green Goblin's face. Fortunately, he'd had a son early.

Not far away, Spider-Man saw this and felt a chill in his lower body.

This is too intense!

He felt from the bottom of his heart that he really lacked combat experience.

Previously, the only reason he could keep up with the Green Goblin was his strong basic abilities.

If he could hit like Batman, he could be doing much more right now!

The thought flashed through Spider-Man's mind, and he immediately rushed to help.

The Green Goblin couldn't stop Anton's attack, and with Spider-Man joining in, his movements were even more restricted.

The ubiquitous spider silk made it difficult for him to escape. 

Boom! He got punched in the head.

"It seems you've already figured out how to get beaten!"

Anton sneered, landing punch after punch. The armor on the Green Goblin's chest was dented, his brain was in a daze, and the face under his hard helmet was bruised and cut from the impact of Anton's fists. 

Blood gradually trickled from the gaps.

"Batman..."

The Green Goblin collapsed on the ground, exhausted, barely able to see the rise and fall of his chest, on the verge of fainting.

With the last of his strength, he spoke slowly, his tone complex.

"Don't tell Harry."

This sentence was both directed at Anton and an exhortation to Spider-Man. Hearing it, as if it were an elder's instruction, Spider-Man's face under the mask suddenly burst into tears.

He didn't know why things had turned out like this.

However, this sentence completely exposed the identity of the Green Goblin. As Batman had said, the Green Goblin was Norman Osborne—Uncle Norman, the man Spider-Man had known since he was a child.

"How could this be?!"

Spider-Man stood beside the unconscious Green Goblin, dazed, unsure of what to do next.

Could the Green Goblin be handed over to the police and locked in prison for life?

"Batman!"

Spider-Man looked at his idol beside him.

After solving the Green Goblin crisis, he had no idea what to do. The Green Goblin was down for the count.

Suddenly, Spider-Man's spidey sense started tingling, and the spider in his mind throbbed. He quickly turned his head.

Anton followed suit.

Four turtles, dressed as ninjas with eye masks of different colors, came charging up.

The turtles were excited and full of energy.

Spider-Man's expression hardened, and he instinctively knew that these four unusual creatures would be difficult to deal with.

At the same time, George Stacy led the task force, quickly closing in on the scene.

A group of task force members blocked the turtles at one end of the street, brandishing their guns and aiming them at the four turtles.

"Batman, they just broke in. They're not good people!"

George Stacy said, determination in his voice, his tone vicious. "It looks like they should be accomplices of the Lizard! Maybe even the Green Goblin is one of their allies!"

"Uh?"

Anton was taken aback, glancing at the four turtles and then recalling the Lizard.

Although they were not the same species, at that moment, under George's warning, their images seemed to overlap inexplicably.

Anton was suddenly speechless.

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