Beneath London, the underground drainage system should have been full of a complex network of intersecting pipes.
But among those pipes were countless man-made tunnels that shouldn't have been there. Though somewhat old-fashioned, the tunnels were sturdy. They wound through the underground just like the pipes, and hidden behind their maze-like layout was a huge stone chamber.
"Any progress?"
Inside the chamber, a man in a leather trench coat and gloves looked at the elderly man beside him, whose face was aged and somewhat sinister. His voice carried a hint of tension and hope.
"Did LuthorCorp's equipment work?"
At that, the old man calmly glanced at his watch. "Don't rush. The timing's just right. The serum's ready, so we can see how it works now."
A few minutes later, the old man looked at the solution in the vessel before them, now reduced to a pool of black liquid. He sighed faintly and answered honestly, "I'm afraid there's been no progress."
The trench-coated man gritted his teeth. The dark circles under his eyes, brought on by a long stretch without proper rest, were darker than ever. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm his impatience. After a long moment, he said, "Curtis Connors once developed a cross-species genetic serum. He must know a great deal about this field. I should have turned him into a Werewolf. If you worked with him, you'd definitely get the results we want."
"Perhaps you shouldn't be in such a hurry, Lucian. Besides, Curtis Connors isn't Richard Parker. He doesn't have what it takes to do this."
At that moment, a man in a blue-and-black suit stepped out from a corner. He looked to be over fifty, and most of the stubble on his upper lip had turned gray.
"And