Peter turned over the schematic diagram removed from Spiral's belt over a hundred times, but his mind was even more confused than before. This thing was simply illogical. He dumped the data to Reed·Richards, and Reed locked himself in the laboratory after just one glance. The door was not opened for a whole week.
I was so worried that I couldn't sleep, and Susan was the same. Johnny looked indifferent, and so was Peter. Reed is the kind of person who can't pull out inspiration when he comes.
It was rare for New York to be quiet during this period, but Peter vaguely sensed that something was wrong. The group of people who came out late at night were more ruthless than before. He occasionally encountered robberies, but those crimes were so "clean" that it made people hair-raising.
Charles·Xavier suddenly came to the door and wanted a watch that could project the image of a holographic boy. Peter was murmuring in his heart, but he owed the favor and agreed.
But what really occupied his mind was another thing.
Mutant Spider Project, the plan he had planned from the moment he obtained the ability Jessica·Drew.
This idea has been running in his mind since he obtained the ability of Jessica·Drew. The principle is not complicated - Drew's blood was mixed with the radiation formula and was inhaled into his body. And his body passed through it first Tian's genetic adjustment means that the blood will automatically absorb useful genes and eliminate impurities, thus Drew's abilities are transferred to him. Once the theory is established, any ability of Mutants can be used by him as long as the same path is re-engraved.
The risks are huge, and the rewards are equally scary.
The doors and windows of the laboratory were closed tightly, the security system was all shut down, and the door cracks were sealed with several layers of the strongest Silk. Peter took a drop of Magneto's blood from each of his own and Magneto's blood samples. It was the same time that the old guy wanted to attack Qin. The hand, scraped off the suit when he beat him to death, was mixed with the radiation formula obtained during the Hill incident and the blood of Magneto to make a gas, which was then fused with his blood sample in a sealed glass box. After waiting for a while, he emptied the air in the box, extracted the blood sample and put it on a slide.
The results on the screen made him frown.
His blood did accept the X-Gene from Magneto. But there was always an indescribable interference between the two, as if the edges of the two puzzle pieces were uneven. Looking at the microscope, the implanted gene and Magneto is completely identical, but when it is combined with Peter's own genetic information, something is always causing trouble. He can only attribute it to: the Spider gene in his body is interfering with it.
This gene will not make him grow hair or turn him into a monster, but it will affect his body at other levels. What it is exactly is unclear. Maybe the gene can directly copy the ability of Magneto, or there may be other pitfalls. But the temptation of magnetism is too great. When aliens invade, if he has this power, the battle may be shortened by half. You must try it once.
No one can resist the temptation to control the power of the magnetic field. Peter made the decision without any hesitation.
He spent a week preparing. He rented a cabin near Montauk and made up several stories to the outside world - telling Aunt May and Uncle Ben that he was going to Germany with Susan to attend a nanotechnology seminar; telling Richard, Johnny and those who knew his identity that it was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret mission; and telling S.H.I.E.L.D. that he was going to take a vacation.
Natasha was full of doubts at first, but after finding out that he had indeed booked Montauk's wooden house, he reluctantly believed it, and specifically warned him not to cheat on him behind his back. Peter replied, "If you really want to cheat, I will be the first to ask you if you are willing." Natasha's face turned black on the spot.
On Friday night, he drove to the cabin. After confirming that everything was ready, he took out the gas mask connected to the metal gas tank, opened the valve, and sucked out the radioactive gas.
Re sweat burst out instantly, and his consciousness seemed to be dragged into the deep sea by something. He reached for the water bottle he had prepared in advance, took a sip, and then knew nothing.
When I woke up the next day, Peter's first reaction was to lower his head and check if he had grown two more arms. The scene in the dream was really disgusting.
No. Everything on the body is normal.
He opened the quilt and found sweat stains all over the bed. Strangely, the sweat stains were glowing.
Peter took out a Geiger counter from his backpack and stuck it on the bed sheet, which showed trace amounts of radiation. He had never excreted radiation sweat, but this is also easy to explain - the body excretes the radiation that cannot be absorbed through sweat.
He threw the sheets and clothes into the bathtub, filled them with water and scrubbed them repeatedly until the radiation level dropped to a safe level. He filled bottles and sealed bags, and prepared to take them back to the city to find a landfill for disposal.
After taking a shower, he stood in front of the mirror wrapped in a bath towel and wiped off the water mist. There was no change in the person in the mirror. He turned his hands over and over, always feeling heavy, as if filled with lead.
Suddenly, a touch of blue flashed across the depths of the brown pupils, which was exactly the same color as Magneto. It only flashed and then disappeared.
It only lasted a moment and disappeared quickly. Peter frowned and looked close to the mirror for a while, but there was nothing strange anymore.
He put on his clothes and laid out the microscope and other equipment he had brought with him in the living room of the cabin. The samples were consistent with the laboratory tests, and there were no surprises. But when he was about to take off the eyepieces, his hand froze.
The cells are reorganizing. This cannot happen normally, unless... the radiation is damaging them.
He quickly ran a series of tests, and the results made him both relieved and a little heavy.
Mutant Spider Project's side effects were much greater than he expected. Every time he forcibly absorbs new abilities, it will cause substantial damage to his cells. According to the current recovery rate, it will take about five or six months to fully recover. If he does it again, it won't be something that can be solved by sleeping.
This means that his abilities have an upper limit, but at least they are not completely blocked. As long as the body is given enough time to adapt, it may not be impossible to continue to become stronger in the future.
Peter looked at the time, four o'clock in the afternoon. Last time Drew's ability really showed up in the evening. Maybe he needs to move around to stimulate his energy.
He put on his coat and walked out of the wooden house. The salty smell of the sea breeze hit his face. In the distance was the coastline. He suddenly thought that maybe he should bring Felicia with him next time. The weekends here are enough to kill two people.
There was a trail near the cabin that led directly to a campsite. Peter walked along the road into the woods, and within a few steps he felt something was wrong - his whole figure seemed to be covered with lead weights, he couldn't breathe Shang-Chi, his whole body was hot, and beads of sweat were falling down. He took off his coat, propped up his knees and sat on a big stone, and waited until the heavy feeling slowly subsided before he stood up and continued walking.
His endurance gradually returned. By the time he walked around and returned to the cabin, his stomach was already growling with hunger. He drove into the town, found a random burger restaurant, and ordered a set meal that was enough for three strong men. The cashier glanced at him, shrugged, and said nothing.
When I came out after dinner, it was already dark. As I walked to the parking lot, I saw a group of young people surrounding my car - four well-built boys in sportswear, three girls in short skirts, and the leader was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with "Torch Team" printed on it.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Is this your car?" one of the sports boys asked.
"Yes, what?"
"That's so cool!" The girl with long brown hair lit up her eyes and stared at him like a piece of raw meat, "Where did you get it?"
"A gift from my family." Peter said.
The black-haired Asian girl blinked her long eyelashes. "Wow, so retro!" Before he finished speaking, Spider-Sense swiped at the back of his neck. He glanced at these people calmly - the four boys had straight eyes, and the three girls looked at him... as if they were sizing up prey.
"Come with us for a ride." The short-haired blond girl winked at him, and Peter felt the back of her neck jump again.
"Another day." Peter bypassed them and got into the car. As soon as he started the engine, he slammed a hand on the driver's side window. The bulletproof glass cracked with spiderweb-like lines.
Peter's pupils shrank suddenly. Can a human smash this shit with bare hands?
"Come out!" the boy from before roared.
Peter stepped on the accelerator and reversed out of the parking space. He didn't care whether he ran over anyone or not, and the car drove like crazy toward the cabin. In the rearview mirror, three girls stared directly at him, their eyes... glowing?
Returning to the wooden house, he locked the door and checked all the windows. There was nothing outside. He sat on the sofa and opened his laptop and searched for information about "Torch Team".
The result jumped out quickly, but it gave him a chill down his back.
Torch Team. Class of 1992. Twenty years ago, the high school organized students to go on a field trip, and the bus was involved in a serious car accident. No one on the bus survived. The school was sued collectively by the parents and was eventually closed down.
In other words, all members of Torch Team have long since died.
Peter flipped through the photos of students from that year one by one, and when he reached the last row, his fingers froze. The faces of the three girls were exactly the same as the three people standing in the parking lot. The hairstyles were different, but the facial features were completely the same. They couldn't be their daughters - they were still in high school when they died.
Cloning? But who would clone a group of ordinary high school students and keep them the same age?
The only explanation is--immortal. Three immortal guys?
The more Peter thought about it, the more nonsense he felt. But he had just been beaten on the ground by Thor, and he had seen aliens with his own eyes, so he didn't seem to be qualified to call others nonsense.
Then he raised his head and glanced at the window. Three pale faces were pressed against the glass, smiling at him.
The moment their eyes met, the three pairs of eyes lit up scarlet at the same time, and their lips opened, revealing two pairs of sharp fangs. The eyes of the four boys behind him were hollow, and saliva dripped down from the corners of their mouths.
Vampire.
The blonde girl hit the Snap, and the four boys roared, smashed the window glass, and rushed in like mad dogs.
"Holy shit!" Peter ran away. You can't fight here, there are too many equipments in the room and the space is too narrow.
He rushed into the woods, and four boys lined up in a straight line to chase after him. There was only room for one person, and four against one suddenly became four against one. Peter suddenly stopped, turned around, kicked the man in front hard in the chest, and punched him in the jaw again. With a crisp sound, the man fell to the ground like a sack and stopped moving.
The remaining three were stunned for half a second, and all rushed towards him.
Peter jumped up onto the tree branch, and the second puppet climbed up immediately. He grabbed the opponent's head, and the electric arc crackled in his palm - "Goodbye." The zero-distance creature's electricity penetrated his skull, and the man screamed and fell down.
The remaining two didn't even look at their companions, but stepped on their bodies and continued to climb up.
Peter cursed, jumped from one branch to another, circled around the woods, and finally circled back to the wooden house. Three vampire girls were standing in the open space waiting for him.
As soon as he landed, Spider-Sense was shaking like crazy. A whip leg swept towards the back of his head - it was the Asian woman. Peter turned around in the air, and before his toes landed, the alarm on the back of his head rang again. He lowered his head suddenly, and the blonde woman's sharp claws brushed against his scalp. He grabbed her wrist and threw her out with an over-the-shoulder throw. The blonde woman landed lightly a few meters away, with a smile on her lips that seemed to be carved on her, so scary.
"He's mine!" The brown-haired woman jumped out of the bushes, hitting her with fists and kicks like raindrops. Peter's pick-and-roll move was flawless, and a few moves made her fly into a rage, and she rushed towards him desperately.
Peter stepped aside, held down the opponent's head with his right hand, and output the bioelectricity with full force. The arc exploded on her skull, and the brown-haired woman screamed and struggled to free herself, stumbling back to her companion.
"You... what the hell are you?!" the brown-haired woman's voice was trembling.
The blonde licked her lips, her eyes full of violent excitement. "I guess it's the one I've been hearing lately...Mutants? Interesting, getting more and more interesting."
"He's mine!" The brown-haired woman pounced on him again, claws and claws coming out.
"A good dog doesn't bite!" Peter's mouth is faster than his skills, "I don't want to turn into a werewolf!"
"We are not werewolves!" the brown-haired woman roared, "We are vampires!"
"It looks like he has rabies, no difference."
A bolt of lightning penetrated the female vampire's chest, and she held on until she fell. Peter was also a little surprised. This amount of electricity was more than enough to kill ordinary people.
"Kimmy, you messed up things again." The blonde sighed and pushed her hair back, "It seems we have to end it ourselves."
"You two are not that strong." Peter pointed at the blond woman and then at the Asian woman, "You look like you have fleas, and her face looks like she is constipated."
"Say it again!" The Asian woman's face turned completely green.
Anger distracts people, and distractions lead to mistakes. This is what Peter wants.
Two female vampires rushed forward at the same time. Peter was able to hold off, but the opponent's speed was too fast, and he still received several claws on his shoulders and ribs.
Spider-Sense exploded suddenly. He jumped up suddenly, and the two puppets who were not dead before jumped from behind him, bumped into the two hostesses, and fell into a ball.
Peter fell on a branch and looked down at a few girls crawling out of the mud in embarrassment. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, "They said they were not werewolves, only dogs rolling in the mud. Don't expect me to give you bath water when you get back. I can't stand a house full of mud."
"Can you shut the fuck up?!" Kimmy got up, almost going crazy.
"Can't."
Two biological electricity shot at the puppet below, causing the two of them to twitch and lose consciousness completely. The puppet couldn't bear the beating as well as its master.
The blonde woman's patience finally came to an end. "I will make your life worse than death, and live in Hell every second."
"Sorry, I don't plan to get married for the time being."
Before he finished speaking, Spider-Sense gave a frantic warning for the third time. Peter wanted to jump, but was half a beat too late. A huge force hit his back, and he was thrown out of the tree and rolled several times on the ground.