Chapter 549

The person is already dead, so what's the point of pursuing this?

Su Quan laughed when he heard this.

Peter Parker's mother did die, but his father did not; he simply remained hidden in the shadows.

If the Osborn family forgives him and stops pursuing the matter, he will no longer have to hide and can openly reunite with his son and live together.

As for Peter Parker's mother's death, there's not much to say. It's understandable that the Parker father and son wanted revenge, but in terms of right and wrong, they shouldn't be so self-righteous and claim to be in the right!

Su Quan's laughter puzzled Peter Parker. After all, his father had been dead for so many years. The dead are like lamps, and now using not pursuing the matter as a condition was a bit like bullying the silly boy.

Gwen Stacy seemed thoughtful, her eyes flickering slightly as she took Su Quan's arm and asked speculatively, "When you told me stories before, you had this same knowing smile. Your condition—is there some deeper meaning or twist?"

Su Quan chuckled, "You know me that well?"

"No! I don't know you, I just pay attention to your every move," Gwen Stacy said with a smile.

Su Quan chuckled and reached out to gently pinch her nose, then turned to Peter Parker, who had already realized what was going on, and asked, "Deal?"

Peter Parker's breathing quickened and his voice trembled. "My father—my father is still alive?"

Given these circumstances, coupled with Gwen Stacy's speculation, the only reason he could think of was that his father was still alive!

Su Quan shook his head noncommittally and said, "I want your answer, not the other way around."

My goal is to get you into the research team and complete this experiment, not to answer your questions or reunite your family!

I can offer you benefits, but you have to prove first whether you're worth it!

Although he didn't get a definite answer, Peter Parker eventually accepted Su Quan's offer.

The first thing he did upon joining the project team was to hand over the Decay Rate Algorithm left by his father, and then work with Professor Curt Connors to simulate and run experiments on Interspecies Genetic Project.

Surprisingly, the experiment was a success!

Looking at the computer screen displaying the successful completion of the simulation experiment, the two of them strangely showed no excitement or joy.

It was a success?

Did it really succeed?

But didn't Su Quan say that even if the Decay Rate Algorithm was solved, the experiment would still not succeed?

"Were you scammed?"

Peter Parker's first reaction was that he had been tricked; Su Quan's real purpose was to deceive him into handing over the Decay Rate Algorithm.

"Professor Connors, Su Quan said that even with the Decay Rate Algorithm experiment, it would not succeed. He also said that my father fused his genes into the spiders he was cultivating, and that the mutation would only occur if he or I were bitten by a spider."

"Did he lie to me?"

Professor Curt Connors stared blankly at the results on the computer, seemingly lost in thought. Upon hearing Peter Parker's words, he subconsciously replied, "He told me that without solving the core problem of the Decay Rate Algorithm, the experiment cannot succeed."

"The Decay Rate Algorithm is the core issue—in other words, he really lied to me!"

Peter Parker gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, then suddenly turned around and strode out of the laboratory.

"Huh? Peter, where are you going?" Professor Curt Connors exclaimed in surprise, as if waking from a dream.

But by then, Peter Parker had already gone far away.

He turned his gaze back to the computer screen, watching the successful result displayed. His breathing gradually became rapid, as if a voice in his heart was urging and urging him on.

He had longed for this for far too long!

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's run it again, let's run it one more time and see."

Professor Curt Connors murmured softly as he ran the simulation again.

"Beep beep beep—"

The computer displayed the results: the experiment was successful!

Professor Curt Connors stared intently at the computer screen, his body trembling slightly. "Success! Another success! We can proceed with animal experiments now!"

"Breathe—Breathe—"

Professor Curt Connors murmured to himself, almost delirious with excitement. He couldn't wait to start making the serum and prepare the mice.

"Bite!"

The device beeped, Professor Curt Connors took out the brightly colored serum, put it into a syringe, and turned to the glass box containing the mice.

Looking at the white mice in the glass box, then at the serum syringe in his hand, and finally at his own mutilated arm, Professor Curt Connors seemed to fall into a daze.

"The experiment has been a success, what are you waiting for? Don't you want your arm back to be restored?"

"This is your lifelong dream, your lifelong pursuit, and now it's right in front of you. Are you going to give up?"

"What are you waiting for? Animal experiments are just a waste of time. Don't you believe in the results of simulations? Don't you believe in your own research?"

"It will succeed, it will definitely succeed!"

"You can grow a brand new arm, and you can benefit millions of people suffering from organ harvesting!"

"Your experiment is magnificent, your adventure is magnificent, what are you still thinking about? Magnificence begins today!"

The seductive words made Professor Curt Connors' breathing become more rapid and his eyes more crazed.

He was only one person with one hand, so it was impossible for him to hold a syringe and inject the mice at the same time. Perhaps this was God's guidance!

"Pfft!"

Professor Curt Connors had somehow taken off his white coat, and the syringe plunged deep into his mutilated right arm.

As the serum was injected, a look of ferocity and pain immediately appeared on his face.

A low, ferocious growl, like that of Beast, followed. A moment later, Professor Curt Connors, whose face was already pale and drenched in sweat, groaned and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Bernardin, a Michelin three-star French seafood restaurant, boasts an elegant and sophisticated ambiance and exquisite and delicious dishes, making it one of New York's most renowned upscale restaurants.

The warm orange light shone on Martina Bancroft across from Su Quan, and it was clear that she was somewhat reserved.

The main reason was that she didn't expect the person who invited her in the name of Osborn Industries to be so young, and to meet her at such a high-end and formal restaurant.

"I should have gone home and changed my clothes first."

Martina Bancroft looked around at the other guests, who were all dressed in dresses or evening gowns, and then at her own casual outfit of jeans and a white shirt, and muttered a complaint to herself.

"Is it not to your liking?" Su Quan asked her with a smile.

Martina Bancroft shook her head in denial, and said seriously, "I just feel a little uneasy about the meal, Mr. Su Quan. Can you tell me why you invited me to dinner?"

"We probably don't know each other, and I don't seem to have anything special about me that would make you pay attention."

Su Quan put down his cutlery, stared at her for a few moments, and shook his head, saying, "There's no need to belittle yourself. The fact that you're sitting in front of me means you must have something that attracts me."

Martina Bancroft asked curiously, "What is it?"

"Beautiful!"

"..."

Although the answer differed somewhat from her guess, Martina Bancroft still smiled and said thank you.

She wouldn't be pretentious and think someone is shallow just because they compliment her on her looks or ask her out to dinner because of her beauty, and she wouldn't insist on artificially emphasizing her inner beauty and talent.

After all, beautiful women always get more preferential treatment and opportunities. What's that saying?

Looks determine destiny, physique determines treatment!

"As far as I know, you joined Dr. Michael Morbius's blood research team. Has there been any progress on this project?" Su Quan asked casually.

Martina Bancroft frowned slightly, her eyes alert, and shook her head, saying, "I haven't Morbius Dr. Morbius's team for long, and I haven't officially participated in his research projects yet."

This wasn't just a perfunctory remark. Although she had joined Dr. Morbius's team, she was still a new employee, and Dr. Morbius's research project was quite advanced, so she hadn't officially participated in the research yet.

Su Quan nodded and asked, "If I want to invest in this project, what should I do? Should I contact Dr. Morbius or Horizon Labs?"

Martina Bancroft thought about it seriously and replied, "I'm new to Horizon Labs and don't know much about this, but if you really want to invest in Dr. Morbius's project, you'd better meet him first."

"Because as far as I know, Dr. Morbius was researching this project mainly to cure his and his friend's blood disease, and his friend was the investor in this project."

"If Dr. Morbius disagrees, it's difficult for you to intervene. After all, it's hard for others to force a genius like him, who has won the Nobel Prize, to agree to something."

If he disagrees, no one can force him.

Talent triumphed over capital?

Stop messing around!

Morbius was indeed very talented, but he was not without ambition. His biggest weakness was that he needed capital to support him in monetizing his talent in order to save his own life and that of his friends.

And his friends are capital!

Su Quan did not deny Martina Bancroft. She may have extensive medical expertise, but she was quite ignorant about capital operations, or rather, very naive!

Big fish eat little fish, little fish eat shrimp; the birth of capital is always cruel and bloody.

Su Quan didn't continue the topic, but instead asked with a faint smile, "Are we friends now?"

Martina Bancroft was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Of course! It's my honor to be friends with someone as important as you."