Peter Parker was in his backyard, practicing squats. The heavy barbell pressed down on his trapezius muscles, bending the bar. Before each squat, he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he stood back up.
His core strength had increased rapidly, rendering simple squats ineffective for training. After persistent exercise, he became deeply engrossed in the feeling of getting stronger by pushing past his limits.
His Uncle Ben Parker leaned against the door frame, observing his nephew with some concern. In a short time, Peter Parker had developed a very obvious muscular physique, his entire body noticeably bulkier.
After completing a hundred squats, Peter unloaded the weights and placed them in the corner of the yard, preparing to go for a long run.
"Wait, Peter, come here, I want to talk to you," Ben Parker suddenly beckoned.
Peter wiped his sweat-soaked face with a towel, looking at his uncle with confusion.
"What's been going on with you lately, Peter? You're not yourself. Your grandfather, your father, and I never worked out like this. You don't even seem like a Parker anymore."
The Parker Family were almost all engineers and scientists. His grandfather was a bridge engineer, his father was a geological engineer, he himself was an electrical engineer, and his younger brother Richard Parker was the most outstanding, a brilliant biology professor.
If his brother saw his son turning into a mindless muscle-bound brute, he would surely die with his eyes still open.
Aunt May Parker was watching television in the living room and poked her head out, rarely disagreeing with Ben:
"I think it's great. Having a strong body is more popular with girls."
Ben Parker was a little angry but didn't know how to argue. Although he didn't understand fitness, Peter Parker's exercise volume was obviously far beyond the normal range.
He tried to lift the barbell; it didn't budge.
The television was showing a CBS interview program. The famous media personality Mike Wallace was interviewing Justin Hammer, the chairman and founder of Hammer Industries.
Recently, military stock prices had generally risen, and the program team couldn't book the nearly reclusive Tony Stark, so they had to find the attention-seeking Justin Hammer.
"Mr. Hammer, what are your thoughts on Tony Stark's recent speech?" asked Mike Wallace.
"A brilliant idea, upholding humanity's right to control its own destiny is the responsibility of us entrepreneurs. We at Hammer Industries have always been committed to producing the most advanced weapons to maintain the overwhelming advantage of the U.S. military in weaponry," Justin Hammer said eloquently.
"What is your relationship with Tony Stark?" Mike Wallace asked the next question.
"We are undoubtedly good friends. You know, we often attend events together; Tony is a fun person, and I enjoy interacting with him," Justin Hammer was about to say something else when a commotion suddenly erupted in the studio.
"Guards! Where are the security guards?"
"Quick! Stop them!"
A person in a Batman armor burst into the shot, picking up Mike Wallace and Justin Hammer as if they were chickens and throwing them into the corner.
"Come on up, Professor Connors."
Then a middle-aged man in a white lab coat walked into the studio. Professor Connors was obviously not used to the camera and seemed a bit restrained.
"Professor Connors!"
Peter Parker looked at the television in shock. After the Lizard-Man incident, Professor Connors had disappeared. He had secretly sneaked into the Osborn Group's building and found that all of Professor Connors's files had been moved away, leaving nothing behind, as if he had never appeared in the lab.
In the studio, Broly looked at the terrified director and cameramen.
"Don't stop the live broadcast, or I'll kill you."
As he spoke, he easily punched through the studio wall.
Justin Hammer shuddered, wriggling to create distance between himself and Broly. But Mike Wallace, as a professional news reporter and host, took the initiative to approach Broly.
"Sir, are you the superhuman Tony Stark mentioned in the press conference?" he asked Broly.
Broly didn't answer his question, but walked to the director and picked him up from his seat, checking the live broadcast on the monitor screen to prevent him from secretly cutting off the broadcast.
"Good afternoon, viewers watching television. I am the person in charge of the Osborn Group's Cross-Species Gene Transplantation project. You can find my picture on the Osborn Group's official website; they haven't had time to delete it."
"Today, I've used all my savings to hire this Batman to come here to reveal a truth to everyone."
Professor Connors emphasized the words "Batman" when he said them, which Broly had strongly requested to prevent a bunch of miscellaneous nicknames from appearing again.
"You should all remember the attack on the Brooklyn Bridge a few days ago, where a Lizard-Man attacked innocent people."
Connors showed a look of remorse when he said this. But in order to prevent the Osborn Group from continuing those meaningless experiments and creating more victims, he forced himself to continue.
"This Lizard-Man is not a mutant, as the news says, but an experimental subject of the Cross-Species Gene Transplantation project. The Osborn Group, to advance the progress of the experiment, experimented with my invented Lizard Serum directly on humans without adequate animal testing, creating this monster."
All the viewers watching the television were in an uproar.
"Perhaps some people will doubt that everything I say is false, but I have sufficient evidence."
Broly pulled out a USB drive and ordered the director to insert the video from the USB drive into the live broadcast.
"This is the New York City Veterans Hospital. On the surface, it is a hospital that provides care and recovery for disabled veterans. In reality, under the control of the Osborn Group, this hospital constantly provides experimental subjects for the group."
The video on the USB drive began to play. A young man who had lost both hands and his left leg was bound to the operating table, firmly held by sturdy alloy restraints. The video sped up, and after the young man was injected with the drug by several people wearing red hazmat suits, astonishing changes occurred. First, the missing hands and left leg regrew at an astonishing speed, and then his skin was replaced by brownish-green scales, rapidly turning him into a Lizard-Man devoid of reason.
"About a dozen innocent veterans became Lizard-Men who lost their minds in the Osborn Group's human experiments."
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