American Comics: The Matrix

"Even though you said you don't plan to be Spider-Man, I won't forget you if something good comes my way. After all, you are my cousin!" Peter smiled secretly, flipped through the draft that Bant had given him before, and picked out another suit.

"This one looks good--" Peter picked up the design in one hand and held the semi-finished Spider suit in the other, thinking about how to change the style for Bant. At this time, he heard the sound of a door opening downstairs, and then an electric current spread across his scalp.

"Is Ben back? I can just ask him which one he likes." Peter complained about the inexplicable feeling again and prepared to go to Bant with the draft.

Just at this moment, a voice that sounded a little strange to him came from outside the door.

"Peter?"

Harry shouted upstairs before he even walked up the stairs, and then stepped on the old stairs. Suddenly, the stairs made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"I think the stairs in your house are quite old," Harry complained. He was afraid that he would collapse them if he walked on them.

"According to seniority, you can call it Uncle Stairs," Bant said casually, "But don't worry, it doesn't have osteoporosis, so it won't collapse."

"hope so."

Harry walked to the door of Peter's room and was about to knock when the doorknob turned by itself, and Peter walked out with a card full of Spider-Man's suit design drawings in his hand.

"Long time no see, Peter!" Harry first greeted him excitedly, and then his eyes fell on the picture album in Peter's hand.

"what is this?"

Thanks to Haidi Canglong for the 100-point reward. Thanks, boss.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 18 Dr. Connors (Seeking follow-up reading)

"Long time no see Peter, what is this?"

"Uh, nothing?" Peter was so scared that he almost jumped onto the ceiling.

"Hi, Harry? Long time no see. I almost didn't recognize you. Aren't you going to boarding school?" He said as he threw the draft behind him and leaned against the door frame to block Harry's sight and prevent him from seeing what was in his room.

Harry was distracted by him, but he didn't tell Peter the truth: "Ben called me, so I came out for a walk. It was like a prison in there."

"We haven't seen much since Uncle Norman sent you to boarding school!"

Peter was obviously very happy to see his former good friend again. If his room wasn't full of messy things, he would definitely invite him to come in and sit down.

"How about we play some games?" He walked out and quickly closed the door. "Xiaoban borrowed a new game from a classmate a few days ago."

"A new game? Great! I can have a lot of fun playing even a tank battle!" Harry nodded immediately, and then he looked at Peter carefully. Now it was his turn to be surprised, "Peter, you've grown a lot taller!"

Peter was very different from what he remembered.

First of all, he is no longer as thin and small as before. Now Peter is almost taller than Harry and his body seems to be much stronger. In addition, he has taken off his glasses.

"Did you have surgery on your eyes?"

"No, I just wore contact lenses," Peter said quickly.

He quickly took Harry to the door of Bant's room, pushed it open, and turned on Bant's computer.

Although Peter felt a little bad about touching Bant's things without permission, he had no other choice to divert Harry's attention.

"By the way, where's Xiaoban?"

"He's downstairs. I saw him heading for the kitchen." Harry said, holding the game controller with both hands as if it were a steering wheel. His eyes were almost on the computer now. "Hurry up, Peter!"

Harry urged.

Although the game console in his home was much larger than Bant's computer, and its running speed and picture quality were incomparable, for some reason, when Harry returned home, he felt that the game was a bit boring.

And here, the game hasn't even started yet, but he can't wait and is even a little nervous.

Obviously, he hasn't understood that the highest configuration for playing games is never the equipment, but friends.

After a while, Bant came up with three glasses of juice.

Looking at Peter and Harry who were concentrating on playing the game, he always felt like he was a bit like their parent...

"Come and play, Ben." At first Peter just wanted to divert Harry's attention to prevent him from discovering the secret in his room, but now, he was obviously immersed in the game.

"I have other things to do, you two can play." Bant put down his drink and left the room.

He didn't lie. In fact, he did have a lot of things to do. Although he had "tricked" Harry into investing, there were still many trivial matters waiting for him.

"The money Harry gave me is not enough to buy a building. I have to find a way to build my own laboratory. And after the product is made, I have to find a sales channel. At least I have to make a name for myself."

In fact, there is a lot of knowledge about advanced weapons in the little soldier's head, but Bant does not intend to develop them, at least he does not intend to sell them.

Although this market has become vacant immediately after Stark Group announced that it would no longer produce weapons, Bant still cannot sell weapons to the Americans.

"Laboratories, market research, marketing... let's do something that's oriented to people's livelihood first."

"In this way, it doesn't matter if the equipment doesn't need to be extremely advanced." Bant thought about it. Since the nanotechnology project has been temporarily shelved, there will be no need for overly sophisticated instruments in the short term, which can save some expenses.

"The electronic equipment used by civilians in this world is not very advanced."

Both Bant’s computer and mobile phone are relatively outdated models.

After all, the world is still in 08 and Apple has only released its second generation. To be honest, it has a lot of new and interesting things to come up with.

"But it has to be done quickly. In a few years, all kinds of weird and wonderful technologies will emerge."

In fact, before Tony became Iron Man, the world's technological level was not too outrageous.

But when Loki and his Chitauri army failed to capture New York, the technology left behind by the aliens caused an explosive and rapid development of Earth's technology.

Thinking of the Chitauri, Bant sighed again:

"Thanos is also a problem. I don't know if this world will develop like the movie universe I am familiar with."

He didn't dwell on this question for too long; it was too far away.

Compared to this, he now wants to build a secret laboratory under Uncle Ben's house, just like Spider-Man in "Into the Spider-Verse", but he can't start construction without telling Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

Bant was in the living room with a notebook in his hand, making wild plans. Now the money Harry gave him had not arrived yet, so he couldn't take any action even if he wanted to.

at the same time.

While Peter and Harry were happily playing games, at Osborn Enterprises, Dr. Connors was forced into a desperate situation by a group of people.

"Dr. Connors,"

The executive of the Osborn Group looked arrogant and contemptuous. He broke into Connors' laboratory with a group of people, walked to the table seemingly casually, and reached out to pick up a small bottle of green serum.

"You succeeded," he said.

Connors hadn't realized the other party's ill intentions yet, and excitedly shared his results: "It's not finished yet. So far, I've only experimented on mice. But it will be soon. Just give me a little more time--"

"There's no time." The executive interrupted him rudely, leaving Connors stunned.

"Mr. Norman doesn't have the patience and time to wait any longer, so he will start the human experiment immediately!"

"What?! No, we can't do this!" Connors said excitedly, "It's not yet ready for human experiments--"

"I said, there's no time for you to take your time. You've been stalling long enough, Connors."

The executive didn't care about the excited Connors. Why should he care about a disabled person with an incomplete body?

"This is not a request, but a notice," he said coldly.

But Connors blocked the other party forcefully: "No, I will never allow you to do this!"

He dreamed of inventing a drug that could regenerate severed limbs in order to save the millions of poor people with impaired bodies. However, conducting human experiments on an imperfect drug completely went against his original intention.

"In that case, you are useless."

The executive gave a look to those following him, and they immediately took action to move the things in the laboratory away.

The most important thing, of course, is the serum invented by Dr. Connors!

"What do you want to do!"

Connors wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do it due to his disabled body, and was pushed to the ground instead.

"I'm just taking back what's mine, what's Osborne's."

"This is my invention!" Connors lay on the ground, roaring in anger at the bandit-like behavior, like a ferocious dinosaur.

But he obviously didn't fool anyone.

Or perhaps, these vampires have long been accustomed to the heart-wrenching cries of others.

"No, it doesn't belong to you."

The executive shook his head disdainfully and stuffed a small bottle of medicine into the pocket of his suit. Then he stepped on Connors' empty cuffs and let out a discriminatory sneer.

"Osborn pays for your research, Connors."

"Otherwise, what value can someone like you have?"

Connors froze in place.

At this moment, his heart became as broken as his body.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 19: Ghost (Seeking follow-up reading)

Harry left after dinner.

Bant was about to help Aunt May wash the dishes, but was pulled into Peter's room.

"What?"

"I didn't expect to see Harry again today. I haven't seen him for a long time." Peter said happily. He stretched himself. He could say that he had played the game to his heart's content this afternoon.

"I've almost finished making my battle suit, so I just want to ask you if you want to get one too?" Peter asked. "Maybe you don't plan to be a superhero like me, but I think you must want to try the feeling of hanging around in the skyscrapers of New York. That must be great!"

Bant originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing what Peter said, it seemed like it might be a good idea to give it a try.

Who can resist web-slinging around the city like Spider-Man?

"Okay, let's make a set." Bant picked up the manuscript paper and pulled out a piece. "This is it. Remember to change the color. I need to add some personal characteristics."

Bant chose a high-level battle suit. In addition to the classic red and blue color scheme, it looks like it is covered with a layer of bones.

"Okay, give me your watch," Peter nodded and reached out to take Bant's little watch.

Bant immediately shuddered and quickly pulled his hand away: "What are you going to do?"

"Convert it into a spider silk shooter. I don't have any extra watches to convert." Peter said as a matter of course.

The spider silk shooter in his hand was made from a discarded watch and looked a bit cheap.

"No need, I can handle the spider web shooter myself." Bant shook his hand and prepared to go back to his room, "By the way-"

"what?"

"I don't think Liz is right for you," Bant pointed at the blonde girl on Peter's computer screen.

Bant didn't know where to start complaining about his younger brother's vision.

Liz is indeed good-looking, but she is too snobbish and arrogant, and she would never fall for "Humble Peter".

But think about it from another perspective, at least Peter's aesthetic taste is normal and he wouldn't be attracted to "Black Pig Liye".

Peter turned off the computer with a gloomy face and pushed Bant out of the room.

"Anyway, I'm going to go out for a walk tonight. I wanted to invite you, but unfortunately, your battle suit hasn't been made yet, so don't blame me."

"Click."

Peter closed the door.

Bant didn't expect that Peter could speak so fluently even though he hasn't even put on his battle suit. It seems that Spider-Man's superpowers have given him a lot of confidence.

There is nothing wrong with this. Peter is usually too self-deprecating. Now that he has made such a change, Bant is very happy for him.

night.

Bant, who was dozing in bed, heard a slight noise coming from the next room.

Then, a dark shadow crawled over along the wall.

Peter looked into Bant's room with excitement and excitement, and found that Bant seemed to have fallen asleep on the bed, so he sighed with a little disappointment.

He even planned to show off in front of Bant in his battle suit!

"Well, there will be another chance next time."