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The laboratory is divided into different areas. Through the glass doors, you can see the test area, offices and a large number of hospital beds.

There were people of different races lying on the hospital bed, most of them were adults in their twenties to forties. They were lying on the bed, their limbs were bound and restrained, and even their mouths were covered with muzzles, like...

brute.

Steve stared at Professor Kurt and asked, "You learned this in the army?"

"I learned in the army that if you want to survive, you must have the idea of ​​​​mortal death. They are all terminally ill poor people who volunteered to participate in the experiment. Anyway, if they participate, they may survive. If they don't participate, they will definitely die.

They signed a standard legal document with the company, and if someone died unfortunately, the company would also give their family a large pension.Who do you think is qualified to lie on this hospital bed?They all competed from hundreds of people. "

Looking at the pair of empty eyes behind the glass door, Steve's face was heavy.

This is the difference between a real big capitalist and Ye Luzi. Compared with the "manipulator" behind the scenes, although Norman Osborn is doing the same thing, his hands are as clean as a piece of white paper .

Even the law protects his behavior.

Steve's heart was very confused. For the first time, he felt confused, and he didn't know how to judge right from wrong.

Professor Kurt led Steve through the experimental area to his separate office. He opened his notebook, entered the password, and then stepped aside.

"Please." Professor Kurt walked out.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"I'm going to make a cup of coffee, don't worry about running away, I can't give up my family for a job."

Steve nodded, inserted the USB flash drive, and focused on cracking the files.

After entering the laboratory's internal network, Jarvis quickly parsed the useful files and stored the useful content in the USB flash drive.

Steve stood aside, waiting for this part of the job to be over.

"Mr. Steve, I found something that should interest you," Jarvis said.

A photo popped up on the computer screen. In the photo was a rough man with long hair, an unshaven beard, and particularly fierce eyes.

"Ivan Vanke?"

"Yes, I found his data in 'Volunteer'."

"Where is he now?" Steve asked.

After searching for so long, Steve finally caught the loophole of the Osborne Group.

"It's right here."

Jarvis's words made Steve's pupils constrict, and then he heard a sizzling sound.

Almost relying on his sixth sense, Steve pulled out the USB flash drive in an instant, and then rolled away from the position just now.

Almost at the same time, a whip with blue and white light came down fiercely, splitting the poor notebook and table in half!

The laboratory suddenly became a mess, and shreds of paper flew all over the sky!

Ivan Vanke stepped out and spoke this mouthful of Russian-scented English:

"Look at my photo again...what, look for me again?"

"Are you Tony Stark's dog?"

Chapter 69 The more beautiful the woman, the more deceitful she is

Stark Industries, Moira's makeshift lab.

Dang bang.

A glass tank was placed on the ground, Tony's mask popped open, and he said loudly: "Ladies, your courier has arrived, please come and sign for it in time."

Angela came over, covered her nose and asked, "What is this? Mr. Stark, did you fish them out of the bathroom?"

As a top student in the medical school, Angela has contact with the general teacher almost every day, and even eats and takes lunch breaks in the anatomy room when she is rushing to finish her thesis. She has long since overcome her fear of corpses.

Moira took off her glasses and rubbed her swollen temples.

"Are they users of the blue potion?"

"One is the user."

Zhang Ming pointed to the half-decomposed corpse in a white hospital gown, and then pointed to the corpse of Mr. T and said, "This guy who exudes a stench is the puppet of the manipulator behind the scenes. I suspect his The body has been modified, and I would like to ask you to help check it, maybe there will be some clues."

Noticing Zhang Ming's gaze, Angela hurriedly said, "Don't want me to touch it, I'd rather dissect that rotten corpse than touch a pile of shit with my own hands."

"Don't worry, I won't let you get started directly, let me introduce—"

Zhang Ming pulled out Peter Parker, the Spider-Man who was standing aside and observing the laboratory curiously.

"This is the street hero who guards New York, the famous Spider-Man. Next, he will stay as your assistant, responsible for the work that men should do, such as moving and cleaning corpses."

Peter was confused by Zhang Ming, "Huh?"

Zhang Ming whispered in his ear: "Just take it as my reward for helping you out in front of your friends just now...Peter Parker."

"You know me!"

As a "little" street hero who can only catch thieves and help people find lost pets for the time being, Peter admires Zhang Ming who can save New York.

Especially since there are so many things in common between the two of them: