American Comics: The Matrix

"Wait Peter, salary."

She handed over a small stack of US dollars, which made Peter a little at a loss.

"But Mr. Jameson said he wouldn't pay, and he threw all my photos in the trash."

"Come on, he'll pick them out of the trash soon and put them on the front page with some Spider-Man threat theory, maybe even The Matrix..."

Apparently, Robbie and Betty knew Jameson better than Peter did.

After getting the money, Peter's mood was obviously much better.

In fact, he no longer needs to rely on taking photos to make money.

After Bant founded the company, the family's financial situation changed completely. Uncle Ben was finally no longer anxious about being laid off, and Aunt May was also considering whether she could resign and do some voluntary work in the community.

Originally, Bant planned to let Peter do scientific research in Primus.

But Peter obviously couldn't let go of his identity as Spider-Man, so he refused.

Not only that, just like he refused Norman Osborn's help in the movie, he also did not want Bant's money, but wanted to earn money on his own.

Anyway, he just happens to like photography and he can be Spider-Man, so why not?

However, what happened today still made Peter think a little.

"It's really getting a bit tiresome to always take pictures of me alone... How about I really go and beg Xiaoban to take a few pictures of me?"

Thinking of this, Peter immediately rushed to Queens and found Bant's company.

Primos Technologies.

After Bant revealed his company last time, he told Peter and the others the address.

Aunt May and Uncle Ben even took some time to come over here and were almost scared to death when they found the fugitive Connors was also here.

Fortunately, Bant explained what happened to them and proved that Connors was innocent.

But today, when Peter arrived here, he found that everything in the company lobby was gone, replaced by a bus that looked a little shabby.

"what is this?"

If Connors hadn't been standing not far away holding the lizard, Peter would have almost thought he had taken the wrong road.

"A large motorhome."

Connors said.

"I see, but why is there an RV here?" Peter asked.

At this time, a small gray head popped out from under the car.

"I'm planning on building a car with an anti-gravity system for the Stark World Expo. Give me the wrench."

The little warrior stretched out his hand.

Peter handed over the tools on the ground and asked, "Even if that's the case, you don't need to find a car like this..."

He looked at the car, and saw the iron sheet that had begun to turn yellow and even a little rusty, with a conflicted expression on his face.

This car is as old as a grandfather.

Bant ignored him and went back to the bottom of the car with a wrench that was taller than him. Connors explained:

“He said this is the classic style.”

“It’s a bit too classic.”

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 110 This is reality

Peter was waiting for Bant to get the car, thinking of taking a break, but Connors saw him coming and immediately happily pulled him into the laboratory.

Connors still admired Peter's talents very much.

Although the previous lizard serum was calculated based on the documents left by Richard Parker, the fact that he could understand the formula at the age of high school is enough to prove his extraordinaryness.

But the only thing that made Connors unhappy was that Peter was too lazy.

In this teenager's mind, the desire to be a superhero far outweighs the desire to be a scientist.

This made Connors feel very disappointed.

He even felt that this was a betrayal of Peter's intelligence and talent.

He felt dissatisfied, just like Richard Parker had betrayed their research, left alone and never been heard from again.

But he also understands.

For a teenager, no one doesn't want to be popular and the center of attention, and Spider-Man's superpowers are another talent of Peter.

But Connors doesn't think Peter has to choose one.

"Strength," Connors stretched out his left hand and clenched his fist, then stretched out his right hand and clenched his fist, "wisdom, they are all your talents," then he put his two fists together, representing the fusion of two different talents.

"You should use them comprehensively, so that you won't let them down."

"I'm just a little too busy sometimes." Peter shrugged. He didn't hate studying and doing scientific research, but he just didn't have that much time.

Then the two of them walked into another laboratory.

Connors said: "The self-healing agent is now very complete, but the production volume cannot keep up. We can build a new ecological park when the time comes."

"So what are your plans now?"

Peter put his schoolbag away, changed into a white coat, then expertly disinfected himself, put on a mask and gloves, and asked.

"Of course I plan to research other potions." Connors took out a chameleon and at the same time reached out and grabbed a chameleon from the breeding chamber next to him.

It is not an easy task to research new medicines. Even with a variable machine, there is still a long way to go.

First of all, the mutation caused by Dong Wu's mutator will turn animals into huge monsters, but Primos is not a zoo, and they do not rely on this for revenue.

The first thing Connors had to do was to simulate the mutation state, and then mutate and strengthen a single ability of the animal.

This is why self-healing serum can only improve a person's self-healing ability, rather than giving them superpowers.

Because from the very beginning, what Bant mutated was only the self-healing factor in the lizard's body.

"Eunice, simulate the experimental data." Connors said, and at the same time took a little bit of chameleon cells, made a sample and placed it on the stage of the microscope.

"If the little wizards could help, the research would progress much faster," he said.

But in fact, Bant had already completely handed over the project of biotechnology, especially reptile technology, to Connors.

The little warrior is very smart, but he can't do everything by himself, otherwise there would be no point in conquering Connors.

the other side.

Bant also rebuilds old junk cars.

Among various suspension methods, he chose sonic suspension.

This technology has existed for a long time, but it is not easy to apply it to cars and make an object weighing several tons fly freely and controllably.

In addition, how to deal with the destructive power of sound waves is also a problem.

Of course, this is not easy for Bant, but it is not impossible.

What really keeps him busy are the other modifications to the old junk car.

He planned to equip the old car with weapons and other propulsion devices, and enable it to be partially deformed to reduce wind resistance.

In his vision, the maximum flying speed of this car must be at least enough to break through the atmosphere, so the old car must also have the ability to move in space.

"It's a pity that vibranium is hard to get."

He sighed.

If most of the vibranium was not controlled by Wakanda, and it might not be possible to buy it even if you have money, he would have thought of directly using vibranium alloy to build the shell of the old car.

"I remember there seems to be vibranium in Antarctica?"

After coming out from under the car and canceling his transformation, Bant took a sip of water and thought of some information he had mentioned before.

Antarctic Vibranium belongs to Vibranium B and can also be called anti-metal.

This type of vibranium does not absorb vibration waves like Wakanda vibranium, but instead emits special vibration waves to destroy other metals.

Even adamantium is no match for the vibrations of antimetal; its internal molecular bonds are destroyed and it is transformed into a liquid.

Obviously, Antarctic vibranium is not suitable for making protective equipment, but if used properly, it can be used as a weapon.

The problem is that it is not easy to mine Antarctic vibranium in large quantities in Antarctica.

It's not that it's too difficult to develop, but it's hard not to be discovered by SHIELD or even other countries.

"It's better to create an invisible force field first." Bant thought about it and decided to ignore it for the time being.

At least this car's defense is much stronger than Black Egg's car, and he won't really drive an old broken car to fight.

“It would be nice to have a small lab where I could build equipment just in case I need it.”

Just as he was thinking about it, Peter and Connors walked out of the laboratory with frustrated faces.

Obviously, their experiment today did not produce any results.

"The experiment didn't go well?" Bant asked.

Peter shook his head and sat down in a chair exhausted. He said, "It doesn't work at all. All the data is abnormal. I guess it's fundamentally wrong. The formula for making lizard serum is completely different when applied to chameleons."

Connors had long been accustomed to it. He comforted him, "Failure is very common, Peter. Sometimes you may have to work hard for several years to make a little progress, but once you succeed, it will bring about huge changes."

But this statement obviously failed to cheer Peter up immediately.

The sense of accomplishment that doing experiments brings him is not as great as being a superhero.

Then he seemed to remember something and said, "By the way, Dr. Connors, Uncle Norman's case against the Green Goblin will go to trial next week. I think you will be free soon."

Hearing this, Connors shook his head and didn't hold out much hope.

Cases like this sometimes take several months or even nearly a year to conclude, and restoring one's reputation is still a long way off.

"It won't take that long." Bant shook his head and said, "Now we have all the evidence. As long as Norman releases the evidence, you can be cleared of the crime."

As for judging the Green Goblin, Bant had no hope at all.

Those who want to get the lizard serum cannot really bring the Green Goblin to justice.

Thinking of this, Bant took out the remote control of the neurotoxin and sneered.

That's why he left this backup plan behind. Whoever wants to rescue the Green Goblin will only get a corpse.

Connors felt much better when he thought that he would no longer have to stay in the laboratory.

At this time, Peter talked about his original purpose.

"Take a photo? Don't even think about it."

Bant rolled his eyes. "Come on, Peter, even though Primos isn't making a lot of money right now, the formula for the potion alone is worth hundreds of billions. You want a billionaire like me to dress up as a bodysuit model and take photos for you just to make a few hundred dollars?

"Not to mention that James has been bashing Spider-Man in the newspapers. I don't have the habit of finding myself to be bashed..."

He rejected Peter outright.

Peter didn't feel disappointed. He changed the subject: "Okay, but are you really going to take this car to the exhibition? It doesn't look futuristic at all."

"Of course not. This is for my own use. Next summer vacation, our family can go traveling by car," said Bant.

Of course, cars that are going to participate in the exhibition have to have a better appearance.

Just like the so-called future concept cars, they have to have a sci-fi appearance to impress others.

soon.

The day of trial has arrived.

Bant had no interest in this, and could even be said to be indifferent, because he knew that Norman and Matt were well prepared.

The intention of both of them was never to force the Green Goblin to receive any kind of punishment, but to get his assets.

Unlike him, Peter took the lawsuit very seriously.

On the one hand, the Green Goblin is a villain who attacked his good friend Harry, but on the other hand, he also wants to see how the law will treat this evil criminal.

So when the day of trial came, Peter and Norman went into the courtroom together.