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Chapter 251 Distortion of Consciousness

They didn't hesitate for long.

After taking a deep breath, Dr. Connors injected the tube of dark blue genetically modified reagent into his half-arm.

"Sizzle~~~"

As the dark blue genetically modified reagent was injected, Connors couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and his whole body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

At the same time, a tremendous transformation occurred within Connors' body.

Drop by drop, the pale blue medicine flowed through his blood vessels and quickly permeated every part of Dr. Connors' body.

The large amount of green and small amount of purple gene factors in the dark blue gene potion, like powerful invaders, rapidly destroyed the original gene factors in Connors' body with lightning speed.

Of course, they are not just destructive.

After the destruction.

Those scattered green and purple gene factors will erode and replace the genes that were originally damaged by them, filling the genetic gaps in Connors.

Transform Connors's genes, which were originally human, into a stronger, more violent... terrifying gene.

Under intense pain that penetrates to the bone marrow.

Connors didn't last long before he fainted from the pain, his body convulsing.

When he woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed.

The video recorder and various instruments that he had placed around him to record the moment of his "rebirth" were now just wreckage.

The room he was in looked as if it had been ravaged by some terrifying creature, covered in scratches and whip marks, and had become extremely dilapidated.

Meanwhile, Dr. Connors, lying amidst the wreckage of instruments, had unknowingly changed his appearance.

Its massive, black body lay hunched over on the ground, its black scales gleaming coldly in the dim light.

A thick, enormous tail swept unconsciously behind its massive body.

The head of a giant lizard with a pair of horns looked exceptionally ferocious, and on that giant lizard head hung a pair of scarlet blood-red eyes filled with madness and brutality.

At this moment, Dr. Connors' usual elegance and wisdom were nowhere to be seen in those scarlet eyes.

It seems that, just like his body which has undergone a tremendous change, Connors's mind has now become a huge beast or... a demon driven by instinct, only knowing how to kill.

Sniff...

As Dr. Connors transformed into this enormous monster twitched his nostrils, it seemed to have caught a whiff of something wonderful. A distinct look of hope and longing appeared on his massive head, which resembled a giant lizard.

"I...smell...blood..."

Faced with blood, Dr. Connors, who had just been given a new life, seemed to have a strong, instinctive craving.

Even from dozens of miles away, his nose could still clearly smell the fragrance of blood.

Glug glug...

Driven by a thirst for blood, Dr. Connors couldn't help but swallow, and his eyes seemed to grow even more bloodshot at that moment.

It seemed that the little rationality he still possessed was completely replaced by the brutal instinct etched deep in his genes, stimulated by the scent of blood.

next second.

The giant lizard, which was lying in the center of the ground, ran towards the place where human blood was constantly being drawn.

Its clawed limbs left a black footprint on the ground with each strike, one that smelled of sulfur.

Not long after.

Having transformed into a giant lizard, it turned and ran into a sewer.

Then, using the blood flowing into the sewer, they quickly locked onto their target.

After disappearing into the shadows of the sewers, Dr. Connors, now a lizardman, sped toward the battlefield where countless people had died at an incredible speed.

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Not just Dr. Connors.

As the message was passed on.

At this moment, more and more people began to rush frantically toward that battlefield between humans and machines.

"The sound of flowing blood, fragrant with sweet scents, combined with desperate screams and the wails of souls... what a beautiful melody!"

Norman Osborn had originally planned to wait for his little darling to be born, and then use the chaos caused by the little darling to seize the opportunity to reap the flesh and souls of those humans.

But I didn't expect it.

Before the little cutie he was secretly raising could even be born, a large group of robots that appeared out of nowhere marched from the suburbs toward downtown New York.

Right now, at least several hundred people have already died at the hands of those steel torrents.

And once those guys actually reached downtown New York City, only God knows how many of them would die in the end.

"We can't waste so many delicious souls and flesh."

Thinking of this, Norman Osborn gently pressed a device in his hand, and immediately a row of bright glass cabinets lit up behind Osborn's book room.

Inside the glass case, a peculiar green flying device shimmered with a dazzling green glow under the lights.

Not long after.

A peculiar green flying device quickly flew off the top of the Osborn Group building and disappeared into the vast New York night.

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On the other side...

Under Maria Hill's command, cars full of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents sped toward the steel torrent.

In a fully armed bulletproof vehicle.

Upon seeing the latest news that had just been transmitted, Natasha gasped and said to Captain America, Steve Rogers, standing beside her, "Captain, put on your shield. We're in big trouble this time..."

"Is the enemy troublesome?"

Compared to Natasha's solemn expression, Steve's expression didn't change much.

Throughout his life, he experienced countless battles and faced numerous seemingly invincible opponents.

Therefore, no matter how difficult the predicament or how terrifying the opponent, Steve can face it calmly.

"This is no longer a question of whether it's tricky or not."

As soon as the screen that Hill had just transmitted to her laptop turned to Steve, Natasha quickly contacted Maria Hill, the head of New York, through the internal channel.

"Manager Hill, I'd like to request some big guns. No matter how many ordinary bullets you have, they won't be enough to deal with those robots."

Zizizi!

A slight electrical hum followed.

Natasha quickly heard Hill's voice: "Before you set off, I had already sent people to retrieve the high-powered weapons that S.H.I.E.L.D. had stored in New York. By the time you arrived at the battlefield, those weapons would have been delivered..."

Hearing the voice coming through her earpiece, Natasha breathed a slight sigh of relief.

really.

Supervisor Hill is as reliable as ever, much better than Nick Fury who only exploits himself.

"By the way, I had Leo put two experimental plasma sniper rifles and some plasma grenades in your and the captain's car. Hopefully, these will be of some help."

Plasma sniper rifles and plasma grenades.

Upon hearing these two words, Natasha's eyes lit up, even though she had been looking serious.

He had personally tested the power of these plasma weapons. If used properly, even those steel robots would have to pay a huge price.

The only downside is that these things can only be manually manufactured by that precious mechanical engineer in S.H.I.E.L.D. for the time being. Otherwise, if everyone had a plasma sniper rifle, the casualty rate of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s recent missions would probably have dropped significantly.

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A dozen minutes later.

When Natasha, Captain America, and a whole bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived at the designated location.

At this time, at the intersection of the road, a makeshift defensive fortification had been set up by police cars and armored vehicles.

The crowds on both sides of the road did not even need to be dispersed by the police.

Upon hearing the continuous explosions coming from not far away, they began screaming and running away into the distance.

For these people.

The only thing the police had to do was stop those panicked fools who couldn't tell which way to go, so they wouldn't end up in the middle of the battlefield.

Looking at the defensive fortifications in the middle of the road made up of armored vehicles, and the individual rocket launchers that were beginning to be loaded with rockets.

After tossing a plasma sniper rifle to Captain America, Natasha pointed to a building nearby and said, "Captain, let's go upstairs."

"it is good."

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Just as the police station and S.H.I.E.L.D. support arrived one after another.

Tony Stark, who was among the first to arrive on the battlefield, was also starting to feel the strain.

The Mark VI armor, which he had just upgraded and repainted, was covered with dents and black marks from artillery shells.

If it weren't for Tony Stark adding vibranium, which he had purchased at great expense, to the Mark VI armor, even with its superalloy strength, it would probably have been shattered by the continuous bombardment.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

After dodging three missiles aimed at him with skillful movement, Tony was about to turn around and retaliate when three more missiles came flying at him in a triangular formation.

Behind those three missiles, there were more than a dozen shoulder-mounted missile robots on the ground, seemingly locking onto them. The missile boxes embedded in their shoulders looked ready to be launched.

"Shit, that idiot Justin Hammer, how many missiles did he put on these robots? Is he insane?"

Upon seeing this, Tony immediately turned around and desperately dodged the missile attack from behind using the optimal route calculated by Jarvis.

Boom boom boom!

One explosion after another ripped right next to the Mark VI.

The thick smoke from the explosion quickly engulfed the gold and red Mark armor.

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At this moment, inside a huge truck heading towards Lake Ontario.

Even sitting in the truck, Ivan Vanko's massive body still exuded a suffocating sense of oppression. Looking at the monitor in front of him, a disdainful voice came from that huge mechanical body.

"Heh, is that all you've got? Tony Stark, you've really disappointed me. I thought I'd have a chance to play with you personally, but it seems I won't even need to get involved before you die at the hands of my mechanical army."

"But this feeling..."

"Seems pretty good, hehe..."

Ivan Vanko let out a cold laugh, a blinding red light flashing in his electronic eyes.

once.

Ivan Vanko believed he was willing to do anything to avenge himself against Tony Stark.

But now, even knowing that if he went back now, he might personally confront his enemy Tony Stark, Ivan Vanko still gave up.

Compared to Tony Stark, he believes he has more important things to do now.

To achieve the glory of the machine, the current three or four hundred mechanical lives are not enough.

In order to revive more of his people, he must obtain more energy to activate the mechanical heart.

It is less than 20 miles from Ivan Vanko.

A massive nuclear power plant is located on the shores of Lake Ontario.

At this time.

The truck carrying Ivan Vanko was speeding toward the nuclear power plant.

Now, all of New York's attention and military power are drawn to the group of subordinates it sent to New York.

This is arguably the time when the nuclear power plant on the shores of Lake Ontario is at its most vulnerable and its defenses are at their weakest.

If it can conquer this nuclear power plant as quickly as possible and seize its vast energy reserves, then it can revive more of its people.

I don't know when it started.

Ivan Vanko felt that compared to spreading the glory of the machine, seeking revenge against Tony Stark seemed less important.

It seems that at some point, Ivan Vanko's consciousness was inadvertently distorted.

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Boom boom boom!

Faced with the relentless shockwaves, even with the Vibranium shock absorption incorporated into the Mark Armor and the shock absorption system meticulously crafted by Tony Stark, Tony Stark was still left completely disoriented.

Fortunately, Tony Stark had a contingency plan in place to deal with this situation.

Taking advantage of the cover of thick smoke.

Jarvis took direct control of the Mark Armor and, following the pre-set route, quickly escaped the bombardment range of the missiles.

Just as the Mark armor burst out of the thick smoke...

Two robots suddenly leaped up from the ground and grabbed the legs of the Mark VI armor that had just burst out of the thick smoke.

(End of this chapter)