Chapter 661: Experiment success, Dr

Although he didn't get an accurate answer, Peter Parker ultimately 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 left behind, and then he simulated the cross-species genetics project experiment with Dr. Curt Connors.

Unexpectedly, the experiment actually succeeded!

Looking at the successful simulation results on the computer, there was a strange lack of excitement or joy on their faces.

Succeeded?

Really succeeded?

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

"Was I tricked—"

Peter Parker’s first reaction was that he had been fooled; Su Quan’s real purpose was to trick him into handing over the decay rate algorithm.

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

"Did he—trick me?"

Dr. 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 without solving the core problem of the decay rate algorithm, the experiment could not succeed."

"The decay rate algorithm is the core problem—that is to say, he really tricked me!"

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

"Huh? Peter, where are you going?" Dr. 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 result displayed on it. His breathing gradually became rapid, and it felt like there was a voice in his heart constantly urging him, inciting him.

He had been longing for it for too long!

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

Dr. Curt Connors whispered and simulated it again.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

The computer displayed the result: the experiment ran successfully!

Dr. Curt Connors stared fixedly at the computer, his body trembling slightly: "Succeeded, succeeded again! Next, we can conduct animal experiments!"

"Breathe—breathe—"

Dr. Curt Connors whispered, his whole person excited to the point of obsession. 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. Dr. Curt Connors took out the colorful 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 at the serum syringe in his hand, and finally at his own missing arm, Dr. 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 before your eyes, 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, don't you even believe your own research?"

"It will succeed, it will definitely succeed!"

"You can grow a brand-new arm, you can benefit thousands upon thousands of people suffering from [illness]!"

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

Each seductive voice made Dr. Curt Connors’ breathing become more rapid, and his eyes became more and more 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. Perhaps this was God’s guidance!

"Pfft!"

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

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

A low, beast-like roar sounded. A moment later, Dr. Curt Connors, who was already pale and drenched in sweat, gave a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground in a faint.

Bernardin, a three-Michelin-star 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 a bit reserved.

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

"I should have gone home to change clothes if I had known."

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

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

Martina Bancroft shook her head, denying it, 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 points worth your attention."

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

Martina Bancroft asked curiously: "What is it?"

"Beauty!"

"..."

Although the answer was a bit 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 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 on this project?" Su Quan asked casually.

Martina Bancroft frowned slightly with alertness 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 an excuse. Although she had joined Dr. Morbius’s team, she had just started, and the project Dr. Morbius was researching 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. However, 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 things he doesn't agree with."