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Chapter 21: Always Remember Incognito Browsing

Perhaps due to their teacher-student relationship, Spider-Man and Connors worked together exceptionally well.

They left Dara far behind and quickly arrived at the laboratory where they had previously worked.

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The window was smashed, and two figures quickly slipped inside.

If we were to use a suitable method to compare their body sizes, I think a beverage box would be a good fit.

Dara is like the largest cup of milk tea, Connors is like a medium cup, and Spider-Man is like the smallest cup.

Even next to Connors in a "medium cup" size, Spider-Man's body still looks tiny.

After arriving at the lab, Connors walked inside without looking back, muttering to himself:

"Dara Irrfan".

"What?"

"The name of that lizard."

Spider-Man followed Connors closely and asked, "Who is he?"

"One of my colleagues is also a biology expert."

Connors walked to the workbench where he usually prepared chemical liquids, his large, menacing hands moving back and forth in front of the various glass solutions.

Spider-Man still doesn't quite understand who Connors is talking about.

"It's that Indian guy I shared my view with you this morning," Oz's timely explanation rang in my ears.

"Thank goodness, I thought you went to the docks to make fries again..."

The sound of Oz reassured Spider-Man, who hadn't seen Oz since his leap from the rooftop of Gwen's house.

Spider-Man knows that Oz enjoys playing little tricks like disappearing and suddenly reappearing to scare people.

Even the spider's senses are completely ineffective in this regard.

It feels like you know he's following you, but as you walk along, you realize, "Damn, where did he go?"

Oz yawned: "I did have that thought halfway through, but I still want to see who the other Dr. Lizard is."

"So... why did he become like this?"

Spider-Man's question is twofold, seemingly directed at both Oz and Dr. Connors.

Oz replied, "Perhaps he's drunk too much Ganges water?"

Connors responded: "He had an accident today while conducting human experiments at the Brooklyn Veterans Affairs Hospital. The lizard serum we produced is highly addictive. After he came into contact with the serum, his personality became violent and twisted, and he wanted to consume more lizard serum at all times."

Spider-Man thinks Dr. Connors's words are more reasonable and persuasive than Oz's, and besides, what the hell is Ganges water?!

"But Doctor, you...?" Spider-Man hesitated for a moment, but decided to ask for clarification.

Connors stopped what he was doing, looked up at Spider-Man, and still found it hard to believe that Peter had become Spider-Man.

"The riots at the Brooklyn Veterans Affairs Hospital made me realize one thing: our lizard serum still has many flaws," he said.

"But why did you still choose to become like this?" Spider-Man asked.

"Because I have to stop his mad behavior." Connors resumed his work, continuing to devise more effective antidotes.

"The current lizard serum is a hazard, and I cannot tolerate it causing any more trouble."

To avoid further questions from Peter, Connors continued to explain why he had become this way and how he knew Peter's secret identity.

"I had a fight with him this morning. He took the serum to the hospital, while I stayed in the building. I'd rather be fired than conduct an uncertain experiment."

"When I packed up my things and returned to the lab to take one last look, I noticed that the computer had been used."

Connors lied; he returned to the lab not to see it again, but because he was driven to the brink of despair.

His lifelong dream was to grow a new arm.

Being dismissed was undoubtedly a cruel blow to him, especially since the formula would remain with the Osborne Group.

Therefore, he was willing to take the risk of being the first to "eat the crab".

When he returned to the lab, he found that the things inside had been moved, as if someone had been there, stayed for a short while, and then left in a hurry.

Out of curiosity, he looked through the laboratory's surveillance footage.

He should have looked away, because once he did, he discovered an unexpected figure.

That's Spider-Man.

Moreover, this Spider-Man seemed remarkably familiar with the laboratory.

"I noticed you browsing the computer. After you left, I checked the browsing history and saw reports about the riots at the Brooklyn Veterans Hospital..."

Oz got excited at this and whispered to Peter, "Hey kid, when you browse adult websites, do you not know how to use incognito mode?"

"You're still joking at a time like this!" Spider-Man's voice sounded a little impatient.

Oz ignored him and continued talking to himself:

"Let me tell you, before I was killed by a dump truck, that is, when I was crossing the road."

"At that time, I was trying to search for a certain question, but when I opened the browser, I found a strange page. I was so scared that I quickly exited the page and deleted it. I cleaned it up before it was about to be destroyed, otherwise my innocence would be in jeopardy after I died."

Spider-Man was speechless. Oz really wasn't shy at all, willing to say things like that. Luckily, he had noticed something when browsing those things...

Damn it, Peter, what are you thinking?

None of that matters!

You should listen carefully to what Connors is saying!

"You seem to have anticipated this, and after reading this report, you immediately began manufacturing the antidote."

Connors paused here.

Although he looked somewhat frightening at the moment, the admiration in his eyes was genuine.

"You've surprised me greatly, Peter."

"The antidote is perfectly made; you could say there's not a single flaw. Combined with the formula you gave me before, and the questions you asked me earlier..."

"It's hard for me not to wonder if the face under the mask is yours."

"Just now, I tried calling your name, and when I saw your unusually agitated reaction, I knew it."

"The face beneath the mask is Peter Parker."

Spider-Man listened in silence for a moment, then looked at Connors, his tone pleading:

"Doctor, I..."

"It's alright, Peter. Everyone has their own secrets, and I'm not surprised. There's no need to worry about me leaking them," Connors said first.

Suddenly, he sniffed, and then a long, thin, red tongue slipped out of his mouth.

"He's almost there."

Peter sensed Dara's imminent arrival. "How much longer will it take to manufacture the antidote?"

"About a minute. I can't leave during that time. You need to face him alone. Can you do it? Or I can stop him and you can make the antidote. After all, this is your idea," Connors said.

"No, Doctor." Spider-Man turned and walked toward the shattered window.

"I'll stop him; you can focus on making the antidote."