A crime scene lab of the New York City Police Department in Queens. It housed the Lizard Serum seized from the Veterans Hospital. The CIA, FBI, military, and S.H.I.E.L.D. were all vying for the serum, creating a bizarre standoff that kept it in the NYPD's possession.
The police commissioner understood the volatile nature of the serum and had deployed nearly the entire SWAT team to protect it.
Two SWAT snipers and spotters stood on the roof, monitoring the streets below and the surrounding area.
The SWAT team was on high alert, fearing any incident involving the serum. Many people were after it.
Kingpin had offered a bounty: obtain a vial of the Lizard Serum and receive 5% of New York City's drug trade. That represented hundreds of millions of dollars in annual profit. Ambitious gangs were now fixated on the serum.
The New York City Police Department wasn't a monolith. There were many corrupt cops within, and these gangs might already know the serum's location.
"Those two! They're opening the communication box, trying to cut off the lab's connection to the precinct!"
The spotter said, gripping his binoculars.
"Kill them quickly! Then call for backup!"
The sniper immediately turned his gun, aiming at the two figures in Nun's Habits and Halloween Masks.
Bang! Bang!
Two shots rang out, muffled by the silencers. Blood mist erupted on the faces of two SWAT members, their heads blown apart.
A robber in a Nun's Habit re-holstered his gun and pulled out a walkie-talkie.
He picked up the sniper rifle and saw, through the scope, a group of armed figures in Nun's Habits charging into the laboratory with assault rifles.
Soon, a series of gunshots, like the popping of beans, and the explosions of grenades echoed from within the laboratory.
The SWAT team, trained at great expense by the New York City Police Department, were being slaughtered like sheep, almost without resistance. The attackers were clearly more rigorously trained and had more combat experience than them.
Boom!
The alloy door was blown open by C4. The terrified civilians from the New York City Police Department raised their hands in surrender, but they were still mercilessly shot down.
Stepping on the blood-soaked floor, the leader, a robber wearing a Nun's Habit, collected those precious serums one by one into a Thermostatic Box.
"We're going to make a fortune, Winston!"
A robber couldn't help but exclaim excitedly. He wanted to say something else, but he was immediately slapped to the ground.
"S...sorry... I shouldn't have said your name..."
He stood up, looking somewhat disheveled.
"Let's go."
The robbers picked up the thermostatic box and left the lab, piling into the van they had arrived in.
"Colonel, the news says you turned into a lizard man."
One of the robbers said.
"That's right."
Winston Johnson replied. He couldn't quickly take down an entire SWAT team on his own. Dragging it out would bring reinforcements from various divisions. Even with his rapid healing ability, he couldn't contend with a modern army.
So he'd sought out his former subordinates, veterans. These Navy SEALs were carefully selected by him. Their post-military lives hadn't been happy; they had strained relationships with their families, mostly suffered from various psychological issues, and they had quickly spent the money they earned during their service. Some had problems with alcohol.
Winston Johnson knew their situations. He simply told them there was a chance to make a lot of money, and they all came. Their lives couldn't get any worse, so they might as well take a gamble.
"Sir, where do we go now? Sell these serums to the gangs, or do we do it ourselves!"
A former Navy SEAL used his teeth to open a bottle of whiskey, taking a large swig.
"No, we're not selling. Why don't you inject it yourself?"
The face beneath Winston Johnson's mask twisted into a grin.
"This isn't what we agreed on, Winston!"
The Navy SEAL put down the bottle and put his hand on his gun. He no longer addressed Winston Johnson as "sir."
"What do you all think?"
The others exchanged glances.
"We don't want to become mindless monsters, Winston."
Winston's body, beneath the Nun's Habit, began to swell.
"Do you think you have any other options in this confined space?"
A long tail shot out, piercing the chest of the man across from him. The tip of the tail even went straight through the vehicle's body. If he were outside in the open, dealing with these former subordinates would have been difficult, but inside the cramped car, it was a completely different story. These experienced soldiers didn't even have time to draw their weapons.
"Anyone else disagree?"
He withdrew his tail.
"YOU! Winston!"
Amidst the screech of crunching bones, the long tail swiftly snapped the man's neck. The car was quickly becoming a bloody slaughterhouse, with blood trickling down the door seams and onto the street.
The car braked suddenly, coming to a halt in the middle of the street.
"Keep driving, or I'll just twist your head off!"
Winston ripped off his Halloween Mask, revealing his cold, lizard-like face.
The soldier in the driver's seat hastily restarted the van.
"I'm willing, I'm willing, sir, don't kill me!"
A veteran soldier was scared witless, raising his hands.
"Looks like there's a smart one finally."
Winston tossed him a dose of Lizard Serum.
The soldier hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes and injected the Lizard Serum into his body. With two sacrifices already, the other soldiers quickly surrendered.
"You're not suitable."
Winston distributed the serum to the soldiers, then pointed at the remaining one.
"Why? There's still plenty of serum left!"
He questioned desperately.
"Kane, you're too weak. Drugs have made your body fragile. The remaining serum is a gift I prepared for certain important figures, not for a weak-willed piece of trash like you."
Winston ripped through his chest and pulled out his heart. The soldiers forced to inject the Lizard Serum had all fallen unconscious, the genes within the serum were embedding themselves into their genetic chains.
"Sir, where should we go?"
The driver asked in terror, realizing that Winston was no longer the gentle and decisive commander he once was.
"Let's go to the New York City Courthouse. Osborn Group's fifth hearing is underway there, and we're going to give them a big surprise."
Winston sneered.
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