"Then who are you?" Curt Connors sat up in the hospital bed and looked the man in black straight in the eye.
"Call me Black Super. Knowing my real identity would not be a good thing for you."
Connors only remembered the first half of last night's conflict. As for what happened after he threw three punches and fell into a rage, he had only vague impressions. That was why he did not remember firing a special bullet at Hulk.
Fortunately, he did not remember. Having returned to human form, he could finally speak to someone calmly. "Why did you help me?"
Black Super used the same electronic voice. "New York had only just managed to drive out the Vampires and Werewolves, and then a Lizard suddenly appeared. You can't blame me for worrying that it might be some kind of bad omen."
"And that strange creature you fought at first, that slime-mold-like thing. Judging by the condition of that parasitized kitten, it has caused quite a bit of trouble lately as well."
Connors asked again, "What can you do for me?"
Black Super replied, "The interview report about you said that your research mainly targeted people whose limbs had been damaged by war or accidents, with the goal of restoring their normal limbs and lives."
"I imagine that group included you as well." Black Super pointed at Connors's empty sleeve. "I just didn't expect you to experiment on yourself."
"The reason you became a Lizard was because of the drug you developed, wasn't it? But cross-species gene transplantation should, in theory, be an irreversible change."
"Why you were able to revert from that Lizard form to your original one-armed state is a mechanism that intrigues me greatly. So while you were unconscious, I drew a tube of blood for