The Sewers of New York City were a complex ecosystem, where all sorts of abandoned pets – rats, lizards, and snakes – thrived.
A Reticulated Python slithered through the damp sewers. Its scales of gray-green, brown, and bright yellow were arranged in a regular pattern, possessing a deadly beauty. Its broad and sharp ventral scales were raised, powerful fascia propelling its body forward, as if flying through the air.
It was the top predator in the New York sewer world, reaching a staggering twelve meters in length, and could easily strangle an adult human.
Its previous owner had abandoned it in the sewers because they couldn't afford the expensive food it required. With no natural predators, it ran rampant in the sewers and quickly grew to such an astonishing size.
Its tongue flicked constantly in the air, sticking to scent particles, then drawing them back into its mouth, allowing the olfactory epithelium on its Vomeronasal Organ to analyze the smells.
It could sense that a new top predator had appeared in the sewers, and the tasty rats and lizards were becoming scarce. This made hunting increasingly difficult, and it was often in a state of hunger.
This kept the behemoth in a constant state of agitation. It was trying to find the predator that was competing with it for food, so it could kill it.
This section of the sewers could only have one top predator.
The Reticulated Python's cold blood began to boil; it had caught the scent of that predator. The smell was somewhat familiar, like those of the Lizardmen.
It suddenly increased its speed, whistling through the narrow Sewers.
The rats along the way smelled its scent and immediately scattered in terror.
Ignoring these small creatures, the Reticulated Python's massive body slithered rapidly at an impossible speed. Such a terrifying sight would likely cause an ordinary person to faint if they saw it.
"Splash!"
The still-flowing wastewater of the Sewers suddenly exploded. A claw covered in black scales suddenly grabbed the Reticulated Python's neck. The sharp hook effortlessly pierced through the tough scales, digging into the muscle.
The Reticulated Python let out a painful roar. The hunting instinct etched into its body immediately made it twist and turn, tightly coiling around the attacker.
Its heavy body fell into the water, stirring up a wave of murky water. The two behemoths fought fiercely underwater, the commotion terrifying, even reaching the surface above.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the Reticulated Python's steel cable-like, powerful body had finally lost its strength, floating lifelessly on the water's surface. Its strength, enough to crush a bull to death, hadn't been enough to kill its opponent. Its ferocious python head had been brutally torn off.
Colonel Johnson held the python's body, thirstily drinking its foul-smelling blood. His sharp teeth gnawed at the snake's flesh, making a horrifying crunching sound.
Only his upper body remained intact, the wounds coated with a thick substance. As he swallowed half the python, the body that had been destroyed by the energy slowly began to grow back.
Broly's attack had utterly destroyed him, leaving only a head. Colonel Johnson had lost all his energy, and his vaunted healing ability was unable to restore his injured body.
He concentrated all his remaining energy, growing a miniature stomach. Initially, he could only eat the cockroaches, rats, and lizards that were attracted by the smell of blood. He gradually grew new arms and a new body through the accumulation of energy.
Unfortunately, the energy contained in these small creatures was too little, and his body healed very slowly.
This python was the only large creature he'd caught recently, its weight even exceeding that of an adult human. The amount of meat was enough for him to grow the rest of his lower body. Colonel Johnson greedily swallowed the entire python into his stomach.
If he hadn't regrown a complete digestive system, he wouldn't have been able to digest such a staggering amount of meat.
He stuffed the last bit of tail into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it. His writhing stomach quickly digested the snake meat.
His entire lower body broke through the slime, his incredibly long tail swaying like a python.
Wiping the bloody stench from his mouth, he climbed out of the water, his lizard-like face etched with hatred. He hated humans, and even more, the Green Goblin who appeared out of nowhere.
He had killed all the Lizardmen, ruining his plan, and destroyed his body, forcing him to endure the gnawing of those cockroaches, waiting for them to crawl into his mouth and become his food.
Unfortunately, the Green Goblin was simply too strong, unbelievably so. He couldn't even imagine how to defeat him.
His body writhed for a moment, returning to human form. The wounds that had covered his body were gone, replaced by a muscular and perfect physique.
"I need to become stronger. I need more Lizard Serum to create more Lizardmen."
The face of Winston Johnson was reflected in the slowly flowing sewage, his expression uncertain. A plan had already begun to form in his mind.
He walked through the Sewers naked, secretly climbing out of a secluded exit onto the ground. He stole a set of clothes and put them on.
The director of the New York City Veterans Hospital had recently become a hot topic in the news. As the hospital director, he assisted the Osborn Group in carrying out inhumane experiments on patients within the hospital, leading to multiple accusations and ongoing questioning in court.
Colonel Johnson picked up a newspaper from the ground, examining the director's face on it.
He was the Osborn Group's weak point, so the district attorney's office had been launching a fierce attack against him. Unfortunately, the team of lawyers hired by the Osborn Group's directors was also very powerful, using various methods to try and exonerate him and the entire Osborn Group.
They were trying to push the blame for the Lizardmen disturbances onto Dr. Ratha and Norman Osborn, claiming it was their individual actions, and they presented a lot of strong evidence.
The cross-species gene transplant project did indeed seem more like a personal project supported by Norman Osborn. Almost all the funds were allocated by him. According to the meeting records presented by the legal team, the other directors opposed investing a large amount of money into this project, which showed almost no prospects.
This made most of the prosecutor's accusations very weak, and the Osborn Group actually gained the upper hand. The team of lawyers they had spent hundreds of millions of dollars to hire was playing its role.
The Osborn Group might be able to weather this huge storm. After Norman Osborn was arrested, these directors might be able to completely control the entire group.
Colonel Johnson's face was contorted with fury as he angrily ripped the newspaper in his hands to shreds.
"Foolish humans. As expected, you'll never learn to correct your own mistakes. Let me help you."
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