American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

More than two months have passed since the start of winter break at Christmas.

More than two months later, Peter finally returned to campus.

When he stepped out of the back seat of the Maybach, purchased in the company's name, dressed in an elegant and expensive outfit, everything changed.

Students passing by instinctively stopped in their tracks, all turning their gazes toward the intersection. Some secretly took out their phones to take pictures, while others whispered among themselves, but no one spoke loudly at that moment. The once noisy intersection suddenly became much quieter.

That's the magic of money; it can make most people in the world become cautious and polite in your presence.

As students, teachers, and parents entered the campus of Midtown High School through the main gate, they instinctively made way for Peter, carefully waiting for him to enter first, for fear of accidentally bumping into him.

As Harry's best friend, Peter had been used to seeing those respectful, fearful eyes since childhood, but today, those eyes were finally directed at him.

"Peter!" Harry suddenly appeared behind Peter, jumped up from behind him, and choked Peter.

Peter was so startled by Harry that he almost fell to the ground.

Peter strongly suspects that Harry is the kind of guy who would belittle his brothers and badmouth them in front of a girl he likes just to make her laugh.

That despicable Jiahao, how dare he pretend to be my brother!

"Where's Gwen? Didn't she come with you?" Harry asked.

"No, I've been staying at Parker Industries' offices these past few days and haven't gone back to my home in Queens. The audit work is just too much trouble," Peter complained.

Harry, thinking about his shares in Parker Industries, asked, "Parker Industries has made so much money lately, when are you going to give your brother some dividends? The old man listened to your nonsense and has been very stingy with my allowance. I can't even afford to maintain that Aston Martin anymore."

"Here's a card with 100 million in cash. Use it yourself. I'm afraid if I transfer the money directly to your account, Uncle Norman will confiscate it, just like the New Year's money we received as kids," Peter said, taking out a black card.

"New Year's money?" Harry took the black card. "Isn't that a custom in China? Does the Parker family have a tradition of giving out New Year's money?"

Peter sighed, unsure of who he really was: "No, I've got the wrong idea."

The two arrived at the hallway where the lockers were located and saw Gwen and Ned.

Peter then took out two black cards and gave one to each of them: "There's a million in these cards. Take them and spend them however you like. If you run out, just let me know and I'll put more money in."

"Furthermore, purchases made with the card go through Parker Industries' official accounts, so you don't need to worry about personal income tax."

Gwen and Ned accepted them generously without hesitation.

"You've finally become a billionaire. You've been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you?" Gwen said.

Peter sensed a hidden meaning in her words, as if she were implying something.

"It's been quite a long time, but good things come to those who wait," Peter said happily, gazing into Gwen's blue eyes.

The bell rang, and the four of them went to the classroom together for class.

During class, Peter still sat with Gwen.

The two stood very close, but instead of speaking in whispers, they secretly communicated by passing notes.

As for what to talk about, young men and women always have endless topics to discuss.

As they exchanged notes, the sensation of their fingertips touching continued, and the two unconsciously sat closer and closer until their shoulders and arms were pressed together, and they could feel each other's body temperature through their clothes.

Peter thoroughly enjoys his peaceful and leisurely campus life, so he will fight to protect this wonderful life for himself and countless others.

……

Inside Connors' laboratory at Imperial State University.

A heated argument is breaking out.

"I disagree! The serum is still in the animal testing phase, how can we skip it and start human trials!" Connors roared.

"You disagree? Your entire lab is sponsored by the military, and we even own the rights to your research results. What good does it do to disagree?"

The military representative looked at Connors as if he were an idiot.

"But using this semi-finished product directly on humans means an extremely high mortality rate. You'll kill the test subjects!" Connors tried to stop him.

The military representative said nonchalantly, "So what if they're dead? The Vanguard Technology scandal has put a lot of pressure on the higher-ups. We need to produce some useful results quickly, or neither of us will be in good shape."

Connors said angrily, "No matter what you say, I will not help you conduct human experiments. Besides, where are you going to find so many subjects for experiments with such a high mortality rate?"

The military representative scoffed, "Whatever. The experiment has already reached this stage. It's not much different if we hand over the remaining human trials to other scientists."

"Besides, there are plenty of veterans like you who are missing limbs. If the military just releases the news that they are developing a drug to cure amputations, there will be plenty of people coming to participate in the experiments."

"As for you, the military will hold you accountable for breach of contract and take back your laboratory."

Now, we'll take your research results for now.

After the military representative finished speaking, he took out the semi-finished serum from the laboratory's low-temperature refrigerator, put it into the transport box carried by the guard, and packed up the electronic devices and paper documents storing data in the laboratory as well.

Watching the military representative's departing figure, Connors clenched his fist with his one arm.

He was furious that these people treated other people's lives like dirt and used wounded soldiers who had fought for their country as expendable commodities once again.

But he was just a university professor with no money or power, and could only watch helplessly as it all happened.

Perhaps out of anger, he forgot that Peter had said he could come to him if he encountered trouble.

Perhaps out of anger, he began to become paranoid, short-sighted, and even foolish.

He thought that if he could complete the human experiments before the military, he might be able to stop them from conducting human experiments and prevent the impending tragedy.

But what about the volunteers in human experiments?

He extended his only intact left hand, his gaze falling downwards.

Isn't there a volunteer right here?

Having made up his mind, Connors acted immediately.

He stretched out his left hand and, using the remaining raw materials on the experimental table, prepared a semi-finished serum all by himself.

Although all the experimental data was taken away, as the lead designer and core researcher of the entire experiment, the complex ratios, reaction sequences, critical temperatures, and timing of enzyme addition were already ingrained in his very being.

His missing left arm did not prevent him from precisely controlling the dropper and beaker. Every shake and every drop of reagent was handled with the precision of a fine instrument.

A pale green glow gradually filled the air. The serum slowly boiled in the test tube, then calmed down, eventually solidifying into a viscous green liquid. Connors stared at the serum that might take his life, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Without further hesitation, he inserted the needle into the severed arm on the right side of his body, pushing all the medicine into his body.