Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 104 Medusa's Resentment!
"Haunted?"

George frowned, "I didn't expect you to believe in this, Jeff."

"It's not surprising, after all, it's Halloween soon, and I'm not surprised that any ghosts and ghosts appear."

Jeff said nonchalantly.

The shaded cemetery he's referring to was built in 1766 and records the history of the first arrival of European immigrants on the North American continent.

Later, after the war, the cemetery was damaged, and this ancient building suffered extensive damage.

Although it has been rebuilt, it is still desolate, and few people are willing to visit it.

"Take me to see the body."

George said to Jeff.

"Are you sure? I mean, you are on vacation now, maybe you can go back and rest instead of making yourself feel worse."

Jeff suggests to his good partner to take a break.

"After all, you were involved in Jin Bing's troublesome case. You know, everything involving him has always been a big trouble. Besides, he is still alive or dead by the bomb."

Hearing Jeff talking about the bomb, George's expression changed slightly.

He kept guessing that it was Peter who did it.

But he has no proof, even if he asks Peter himself, I'm afraid he won't admit it.

"I'm sure, stop talking nonsense, Jeff."

George patted Jeff on the shoulder and motioned for him to take him to the morgue.

"Okay, if you don't mind."

Inside the morgue.

George listened to the forensic doctor's introduction.

"The deceased's head was swollen. It was suspected that the head had been hit, and the occipital bone might be broken. Therefore, a brain examination was performed in advance, but... the cause of death was not here, but excessive blood loss all over the body. The neck was bitten, and the blood loss was from the It happened here."

The almost invisible middle-aged forensic doctor with receding hairline introduced to the two.

"Ah."

Jeff stared at the hideous wound on the neck of the male corpse, shook his head, and said, "I don't believe there is any beast that can cause such a wound."

"Maybe it's a beast, maybe it's another species, we need further inspection."

The forensic doctor shrugged and said to the two.

"It seems that our Halloween will not be too peaceful."

Jeff let out a breath and said helplessly.

George Stacey stared at the pale corpse with a serious expression.

Forest Hills, night.

Since Gwen has reached a settlement with her father, she moves back home.

So Peter didn't have to hide himself everywhere, lest Gwen discover any of his secrets.

In the room, he took off his shirt and was exercising.

Wearing a white sweatshirt and black shorts, his tight and explosive muscles shaped his perfect body shape.

Using the horizontal bar suggested in the room, he performs pull-up training.

Since the body was infected with the "black light virus", this kind of ordinary exercise has been unable to exercise the muscles.

The reason why he still persists is because of the habits he developed in "Black Watch" in his previous life.

Staying in the barracks is boring, so I can only pass the time by rolling iron.

In addition to killing some boring time, rolling iron can also make him adapt to the changes in his body faster.

After all, his body is evolving every moment, and the strength of his body today may change tomorrow.

After absorbing "Electric Light" and many of Jin's subordinates last night, his body underwent another earth-shaking change.

The electric current stimulated his body, which fully strengthened his body's defense, endurance, and healing power.

In order to adapt to the changes in his body as soon as possible, he uses this method to feel the strength of his body and the use of his own organs.

In the room, Peter specially made a pendant and tied it to his calf.

The drop made of special materials can reach a density of 18.32 grams per cubic centimeter.

The size of a dumbbell plate, but it weighs hundreds of kilograms.

Peter's feet were tied to the falling objects with chains, and in coordination with his breathing, he pulled his whole body up.

After a few easy sets, drop your feet to the floor.

This kind of warm-up training couldn't even make him breathe harder.

Then he did push-ups with one finger for half an hour, and Peter stood up.

The room was too small to use it at all, not even warming him up.

It seems that it is necessary for me to go to a professional venue and try it out.

Standing in the room, looking at the dark night outside, Peter thought to himself.

In addition, I also absorbed the ability of "Electric Light" last night.

Thinking of this, his mind moved, and a gleam of light appeared on his finger.

After devouring "Electric Light", the opponent's genes will be swallowed and optimized by himself.

Now he can not only release the electric current, but also cooperate with the chemical reactions of the organs in the body according to his alienated genes, so that when the electric current is released, it will appear black and more powerful.

The released electric current is black, but it does not look like electric current, but more like lightning.

There is a kind of "black lightning" in nature, also known as "dark thunder", the most dangerous lightning in the world, which is very similar to the black electric current released by oneself.

Because he was so engrossed in thinking, he ignored the electric current in his hand.

"Fuck!"

"Black Lightning" rushed outward uncontrollably.

As a result, it hit the desk lamp and ignited the wires near the desk lamp.

As a result, the circuits in the entire room are affected and all power is cut off.

"Shutter!"

Cursing secretly, Peter immediately stood up.

Aunt Mei exclaimed outside, "Ben! There's a power outage."

"I'll go and see, Aunt May."

Peter stood up and said to Aunt Mei outside: "It may be that the fuse is blown, I'll fix it."

Using his use of "electricity", Peter quickly connected the fuse.

Back in the room, looking at the already horrible desk lamp, he shook his head helplessly.

He took out his mobile phone and called Dr. Connors.

Now that he wants to study his abilities, he can only go to the biology laboratory on Long Island.

long island.

Peter looked at the "Black Widow" who was still in a coma in the laboratory.

The other party's chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyebrows were frowned, as if he had dreamed of something that made her uncomfortable.

"how is she?"

Peter asked Dr. Connors next to him.

"It's not confirmed yet, the 'DX-1118C' virus is modifying her genes, and this modification is different from yours. The virus seems to be remodeling something about her. You should feel it, after all, you can clearly feel it to her biosignature."

Peter shook his head, "I don't know."

"Hmm, you made the noise last night, right?!"

Dr. Connors suddenly mentioned the explosion in the Wilson Building last night.

"what?"

"Dr. Octopus appeared in the Wilson Building. Since you gave me his serum for research, in a sense, he worked for you, so...he appeared in Jinbin's place for no reason, right? ?”

"Most things are not my intention."

Peter shook his head and said lightly.

Dr. Connors nodded, "Okay, you have your own ideas, but you must be careful with Jin Bin, he is not the kind of person to get along with."

"I know, Dr. Connors."

Peter understood and said to him, "I need you to check me up."

Dr. Conners nodded and started to get busy.

After checking Peter's body, Connors' expression was a little shocked.

"Your body, Peter, is completely different from the last inspection."

Although he knew that the evolution rate of the virus was far beyond what he could have imagined, he did not expect that Peter's body was like a different body.

This speed of evolution is far from comparable to that of Natasha lying on the bed!

"Peter, have you been sleeping lately?"

"Sleep?"

Peter pondered for a while and said, "Although I try to fall asleep every night now, I can't fall asleep anymore, or if I don't sleep, I feel better."

"Your body has evolved to a higher degree and has no metabolism. That is to say, the way your body operates is energy-based, and you no longer need sleep."

Dr. Conners sighed slightly.

That said, you're getting stronger and less human.

He didn't say the last word.

After checking his body, Peter showed him the "electric light" ability he had absorbed.

"Dr. Connors, is it possible to do damage like lasers if my eyes shoot out electric lights?"

He remembered that in the Prototype World of Massacre, evolutions used this kind of heat vision to attack.

Not only the attack speed is fast, but also the "laser" created by the chemical reaction in the body is powerful and lethal.

Connors pondered for a while, and said: "The optical resonant cavity must limit the direction and frequency of the reciprocating oscillating beam in the cavity to ensure that the output laser has a certain directionality and monochromaticity."

"As long as you can control the direction and frequency of the current, it should be possible."

Dr. Conners also began to look forward to it with great interest.

After half an hour.

"Fuck!"

An electric current was emitted from Peter's eyes, but due to the failure to control the precise internal reaction, the electric current did not form a directional beam of destruction, and the instantaneous electric current exploded in the eye.

"Well!"

Covering his burning eyes, Peter groaned.

It seems that it is not an easy task to precisely control every step in the body.

Due to his strong resilience, his burned eyes recovered quickly.

Taking a deep breath, he said to Dr. Conners: "Come again!"

"Again!"

Late at night, George dragged his exhausted body home, and just as he entered the door, he heard a melody.

"One! Two! Two, three, four!"

"You said you shouldered the responsibility~"

"It means you can't hang out with me~"

"Baby, baby, I said you better slow down and stop wandering around the city~"

"You can't refuse this, take me, take me, or you will lose me~"

Gwen's singing came from the room.

He often listens to his daughter playing drums, but rarely hears her singing.

Listening now, my daughter's singing is not bad.

When Gwen finished singing, George coughed.

Gwen, who was in her room, immediately stopped singing.

After a few minutes, she walked out of the room with some embarrassment.

"Good singing."

"is it?"

After receiving her father's praise, Gwen's uneasy mood immediately improved.

This is the song she specially prepared to show Peter, in order to scare him.

Originally, I lacked self-confidence, but now I am praised by my father, and my mood is immediately lifted.

Gwen proudly said to her father: "This is a song written by Grant. Although it is a bit vanity, I think it is a song about me."

(Glory Grant: Member of Mary Janes, in Gwen's words: "Key killer, voice of reason.")
Looking at the enthusiastic and cheerful daughter, George suddenly thought of what Peter said to himself last night, that death always favors Gwen.

Yeah, Gwen has endured too much death-related existence.

She has no memory of her mother, only knows that her mother is Helen, and she attended the first funeral in her life when she didn't even know her own name.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through George's mind.

Gwen didn't know that her father was thinking of her, and her thoughts began to jump to the upcoming Halloween.

"Dad, I don't want to play myself this time, how about a vampire this time?"

Gwen offered her thoughts.

"vampire?"

George repeated the word, frowning.

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