Chapter 1211

Although he didn't get an accurate answer, Peter Parker eventually accepted Su Quan's deal.

The first thing he did after joining the project team was to hand over the decay rate algorithm his father had left behind, and then he simulated the experiment of the cross-species genetics project together with Professor Curt Connors.

Unexpectedly, the experiment actually succeeded!

Looking at the successful simulation results on the computer, the two men's faces strangely lacked any excitement or joy.

Succeeded?

Did it really succeed?

But didn't Su Quan say that even if the decay rate algorithm was solved, the experiment wouldn't succeed?

"Was I lied to—"

Peter Parker's first reaction was that he had been tricked; Su Quan's true goal was to coax him into handing over the decay rate algorithm.

"Professor Connors, Su Quan said that even with the decay rate algorithm, the experiment wouldn't succeed, and he also said that my father mixed his genes into the bred spiders, and only he or I would mutate if bitten by the spiders."

"Did he—did he lie to me?"

Professor Curt Connors looked blankly at the results on the computer, not knowing what he was thinking. Hearing Peter Parker's words, he said subconsciously: "He told me that if the core problem of the decay rate algorithm isn't solved, the experiment cannot succeed."

"The decay rate algorithm is the core problem—which means, he did lie to me!"

Peter Parker gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, then suddenly turned around and walked out of the laboratory with long strides.

"Huh? Peter, where are you going?" Professor Curt Connors woke up as if from a dream and shouted in astonishment.

But by this time, Peter Parker had already walked far away.

He refocused his gaze on the computer, looking at the successful results displayed on it. His breathing gradually became rapid, and it felt as if a voice in his heart was constantly urging him, instigating him.

He had been longing for this for too long!

"Don't rush, don't rush, let's run it again, let's run it again and see."

Professor Curt Connors whispered to himself and simulated it again.

*Beep, beep, beep—*

The computer displayed the results: the experiment ran successfully!

Professor Curt Connors stared fixedly at the computer, his body trembling slightly: "It succeeded, it succeeded again! Next, we can conduct animal experiments!"

"Breathing—breathing—"

Professor Curt Connors whispered to himself, his whole person excited to the point of being possessed. He couldn't wait to start making the serum, and at the same time, he prepared the white mice.

*Ding! *

The equipment made a prompt sound. Professor Curt Connors took out the brightly colored serum, put it into a syringe, and turned to face the glass box containing the white mice.

Looking at the white mice in the glass box, then looking at the serum syringe in his hand, and finally looking at his own missing arm, Professor Curt Connors seemed to fall into a trance.

"The experiment has already succeeded, what are you still waiting for? Don't you want to restore your arm?"

"This is your lifelong dream, your lifelong pursuit. Now it's right in front of you; are you going to give up?"

"What are you still waiting for? Animal experiments are just a waste of time. You don't believe the simulation results, and you don't believe your own research?"

"It will succeed, it will definitely succeed!"

"You can grow a brand-new arm, and you can benefit thousands upon thousands of people suffering from disabilities!"

"Your experiment is great, and your adventure is also great. What are you still thinking about? Greatness starts today!"

The seductive voices made Professor Curt Connors' breathing become more rapid, and his eyes became increasingly crazy.

He was only one person, with one hand; it was impossible to hold the syringe and inject the white mice at the same time. This might be God's guidance!

*Pfft! *

Professor Curt Connors didn't know when he had taken off his lab coat, and the syringe was fiercely stabbed into his missing right arm.

As the serum was pushed in, a look of ferocity and pain immediately appeared on his face.

A low, beast-like roar sounded, and a moment later, Professor Curt Connors, whose face was already pale and drenched in sweat, let out a muffled groan and collapsed into a faint on the floor.

……

Bernardin, a three-star Michelin French seafood restaurant. The environment is noble and elegant, the dishes are exquisite and delicious, and it is one of the most famous high-end restaurants in New York.

The warm orange light shone on Martina Bancroft opposite Su Quan. It was clear that she was somewhat reserved.

Mainly, she didn't expect that the person who invited her in the name of Osborn Corp would be so young, and that it would be at such a high-end, formal restaurant.

"If I had known, I would have gone home first to change clothes."

Martina Bancroft looked at the other guests around her, who were all in dresses or evening gowns, and then looked at her own casual attire of jeans and a white shirt, complaining to herself.

"Is it not to your taste?" Su Quan asked her with a smile.

Martina Bancroft shook her head in denial and said seriously: "It's just that I'm eating a bit uneasily. Mr. Su Quan, can you tell me why you invited me to dinner?"

"We shouldn't know each other, and I don't seem to have any special features worth your attention."

Su Quan put down his cutlery, looked at her steadily for a few moments, and shook his head: "Don't belittle yourself. If you can sit in front of me, there will naturally be something that attracts me."

Martina Bancroft asked curiously: "What is it?"

"Beauty!"

"…"

Although the answer was somewhat different from what she guessed, Martina Bancroft still smiled and said thank you.

She wouldn't be hypocritical enough to think the other person was superficial just because they praised her for being beautiful or invited her to dinner because she was beautiful, and she certainly wouldn't pretentiously emphasize her inner beauty and talent.

After all, beautiful women can always get more preferential treatment and opportunities. How does that saying go?

Looks determine destiny, figure determines treatment!

"As far as I know, you joined Dr. Michael Morbius's blood research team. Has there been any progress in this project?" Su Quan asked casually.

Martina Bancroft frowned slightly, alert, and shook her head: "I haven't been in Dr. Morbius's team for long, and I haven't officially participated in his research project yet."

This wasn't a prevarication. Although she had joined Dr. Morbius's team, she had just started, and Dr. Morbius's research project was very profound, so she hadn't officially participated in the project's research.

Su Quan nodded and asked: "If I want to invest in this project, what should I do? Should I find Dr. Morbius or Horizon Labs?"

Martina Bancroft thought seriously and replied: "I just started at Horizon Labs and don't know about this aspect yet, but if you really want to invest in Dr. Morbius's project, it's best to see him first."

"Because as far as I know, Dr. Morbius is researching this project mainly to cure the blood disease of himself and his friend, and his friend is the investor of this project."

"If Dr. Morbius doesn't agree, it's hard for you to intervene. After all, for a genius like him who can win a Nobel Prize, it's hard for others to force him to do things he doesn't agree with."