Kamen Rider ZZZ, the American comic book spiritual mentor

The space there is large enough and secluded enough, making it a perfect fit.

Then, he changed into dark clothes, opened the apartment window, and climbed down from the third floor.

On the way to the cannery, Lin Nan remained extremely vigilant. Norman Osborn was not to be underestimated; he had to prepare for the worst and be extra careful with his movements.

Lin Nan chose the most complicated route, changing subway lines several times, crossing an abandoned railway, and finally sneaking in through a gap on the side of the cannery.

The cannery at night is silent, and compared to the pure tranquility of the daytime, it has a touch of eeriness.

Thick clouds obscured the moonlight, and the wind whistled through the withered grass and dilapidated machinery. Lin Nan stood in the center of the workshop, looking up at the dome.

Great, the space is tall enough.

He took a deep breath, grasped the Sky Form Dream Capsule in his hand, and without hesitation, inserted it directly into the driver slot on his chest.

After a click, he slid the driver and pressed the button.

“Ze Ze Zeztz!!!”

Electronic speakers rang out, echoing in the empty workshop.

A crimson light exploded instantly, like a laser beam illuminating the night. The black mist slowly condensed, and a brand-new suit of armor emerged.

It doesn't look much different from its previous physical impact form, except that the horns on its head are slightly shorter, the huge red compound eyes lack that overwhelming sense of pressure, and the shoulder and leg armor are more streamlined.

In terms of details, it seems to differ somewhat from the original work.

The most significant change to his entire body came from his back, where three pairs of plasma propulsion wings extended from below his shoulder blades. Unlike in the original work, these wings did not have a physical form but were composed of highly compressed plasma and force fields.

Lin Nan tried it out and found that it could be tucked into her back when not in use.

This is Kamen Rider ZZZ, Wing Form!

Lin Nan looked down and carefully examined the armor. An unprecedented sense of lightness surged through his body, as if he could easily lift himself off the ground with a thought.

Lin Nan first slightly bent his knees and jumped, without using much force. As a result, his body slowly rose as if weightless, reaching a height of five or six meters.

With a thought, the plasma propulsion wings on his back glowed faintly, and his entire body floated in mid-air.

"This is...flight?" As humans, we all have a dream of leaving the ground, and now it has actually come true. This feeling made Lin Nan's pores open, and he was extremely excited.

He tried flying left and right and found that the armor's flight maneuvers were incredibly smooth, as if the ability to fly was an instinct of the body.

Gradually, Lin Nan began to try more complex maneuvers, such as accelerating dives, climbing in straight lines, and repeatedly traversing the steel dome.

Lin Nan's burning passion grew stronger. Compared to the Impact form, which exploded on the ground, the Wing form's agility and speed-changing ability in the air were on a completely different level.

Most importantly, its energy consumption seems to be relatively low. As long as it doesn't perform explosive rapid travel and maintains normal flight and hovering, the energy consumption is very small.

Next came the strength test. The wing form was clearly not designed for head-on confrontation; its advantage lay in speed and maneuverability.

Lin Nan surveyed the entire scene, then fixed his gaze on an old machine tool. With a slight thought, his entire body left a trail of afterimages in the air, like a hunting eagle swooping down to catch its prey.

As he approached the old lathe, he didn't use any of his body's power. Instead, he converted his speed into kinetic energy and transferred it to his right leg, creating a cone-shaped vortex at his toes, which he then used to strike the rusty surface of the old lathe.

boom!

The heavy metal machine tool was easily pierced with a large hole by this energy, and the edges dripped and solidified like lava.

This attack, while not as ferocious as the Impact Form, was executed swiftly and smoothly, and even included some energy attacks, which was quite impressive.

Then Lin Nan made an attempt that he had wanted to do for a long time, which was to directly change the form.

His original habit was to extract the dream capsule from his consciousness into his hand and then insert it into the driver.

But a long time ago, he wondered if it was possible to directly insert his consciousness into the driver.

Without hesitation, he activated his consciousness, transmitting the Winged Dream Capsule from his chest into the depths of his mind. At the same time, he used his will to directly transmit the Impact Form Dream Capsule into the driver slot.

In an instant, a flash of light appeared, followed by a surge of crimson light. Almost immediately, the armor switched back to its physical impact form. That lightness was instantly replaced by a heavy sense of power.

Trying the transformation again and again, the wild sense of power is lost, replaced by a sense of lightness, and the wing form is covered again.

"Seamless switching, it really works!" Lin Nan was overjoyed.

This means he can employ more varied combat tactics. When facing key units, he can use physical attacks to overcome force with brute force. And when facing large numbers of mobs, he can utilize his superior mobility to quickly clear them out.

He then tested the wing form's mechanical speed, emergency mid-air maneuvers, and braking capabilities. Each test deepened his understanding of the new form.

Lin Nan also clearly recognized the shortcomings of the wing form: poor defense and extremely high mental demands on high-speed and high-intensity turning maneuvers.

Just as Lin Nan was about to deactivate his transformation, very faint footsteps suddenly came from behind the mask.

The footsteps were very light and professional, and there was more than one, coming from all directions surrounding the old cannery.

Lin Nan moved, hovering in mid-air, his compound eyes peering into the distance through the gaps in the workshop.

In the dim moonlight, several figures appeared at the workshop entrance, dressed in dark combat uniforms, well-equipped, in standard tactical formation, moving nimbly and almost silently.

These are not ordinary people! They are highly professional private armed forces or mercenaries.

Lin Nan did not intend to have a fierce conflict with them here, but several entrances had been blocked, and he observed that these professionals seemed to be setting up something.

He silently switched to his impact form, his voice slightly low, and red light flowed through his body like blood vessels before he slammed into the ground.

The concrete ground beneath their feet suddenly exploded, creating a small crater. The black armor, like a cannonball, slammed violently into the supporting pillar beside them.

Bang! Crack!

A loud crash was heard, and the concrete load-bearing column snapped, sending dust flying and a corner of the huge workshop collapsing.

"Something's wrong! Quick! Quick! Advance!" It seemed to be the leader giving the order.

"Do not use lethal weapons, capture them alive!"

Several professionals quickly ran towards the center of the collapse.

Chapter 26 Unexpected Changes

Dense and orderly footsteps sounded as several combat personnel quickly approached the collapse site.

Lin Nan instantly changed form the moment he crashed into the supporting pillar. The plasma propulsion wings on his back emitted a blue glow, pierced a large hole in the dust, and smashed the dome.

"Target above, fire!!"

The bullets crackled and popped, hitting the holes in the workshop ceiling and exploding into arcs of sparks.

But the armored man had long since vanished, leaving only an indigo trail trailing through the clouds.

Several professionals, looking up at the gaping hole above their heads, exchanged bewildered glances.

Their mission was to make contact with and assess the target, and, if necessary, to make capture. The person who released the information didn't mention that this armor could easily crush concrete and steel pillars, or even possess flight capabilities!

The assessment of the target's danger level would likely need to be raised several levels.

Lin Nan activated his senses in the air, checking for any drones scouting the surroundings. He retracted most of the plasma wings on his back, maintaining only hovering and gliding, like a bird weaving between skyscrapers.

The other party must have underestimated him, which is why they were able to shake him off so easily.

We can't go back to the old cannery; it's now exposed as Parker's first stronghold.

He also needed to reassess Norman Osborn's reaction speed. Fortunately, although Norman had brought in professional mercenaries, judging from the non-lethal weapons they carried, their purpose should only be reconnaissance and capture.

After ensuring her complete safety, Lin Nan landed in a secluded little park in Queens. There were no streetlights, and it was pitch black, shrouded in darkness.

He took out his phone and sent a encrypted message to both Peter and Harry.

"Peter, the old location has been exposed and attacked, but they have escaped. The attackers were very professional, so don't go there again anytime soon. You and your family must be careful, keep quiet, and wait for me to contact you."

“Harry, your father may have already deployed his private army. Be careful in the near future and avoid being alone with him. If you encounter any emergency, contact me using the old method.”

After sending the message, he removed the SIM card, disassembled the payphone, and threw it away in a trash can.

Afterwards, like an ordinary high school student returning home late, he walked towards the apartment where he was temporarily hiding.

Meanwhile, Norman also received a message from Osborne's private armed forces.

He stared blankly at the reports, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "It can easily penetrate reinforced concrete pillars and even has flight capabilities; the technology behind this armor is completely different from existing technologies..."

"Harry, your classmate is quite interesting..."

Then he called in a staff member wearing a white coat.

"No more experiments should be conducted in the near future. There is a problem with the serum, and it needs to be improved."

The young man in the white coat replied, "Mr. Osborn, based on the results of monitoring with only a few instruments, the more dangerous aspect of the serum is not from the physical body, but rather from its effect on the mind. We need a lot of time."

Osborne stared at him with icy eyes: "Time! What we lack most right now is time. You must give me an explanation in the shortest possible time!"

"Yes, Mr. Osborne!"

The researchers left, and Norman Osborne picked up a communicator and sent a message to the private militia.

"Avoid any conflict with Lin Nan in the near future; just keep him under surveillance."

He then put down the communicator, his gaze deep as he surveyed everything in the laboratory.

"Give me time, and I will definitely resolve the hidden dangers in the serum. I will break the curse of the Osborn family!"

......

In the following days, Lin Nan's life fell silent again. He did not go to school, but asked the school for leave and stayed in a temporary hideout, keeping an eye on the movements of the Osborn Group.

Two days later, Harry sent a message: "Lin, my father seems to have temporarily abandoned the human experiments on me. He has recently been pushing forward with the project on the serum's psychological effects. Our plan has worked."

This is good news, and recently Norman Osborne has stopped sending his private army to contact him.

Just when Lin Nan thought things were going to turn out for the better, Norman Osborn's plan took an unexpected turn.

The hearing room in the Capitol Building in New York City, with its soaring dome and dark wood paneling, exuded a solemn and dignified atmosphere. The members of Congress, arranged in a circle like judges on a bench, gazed upon Norman Osborn.

The air was thick with the smell of old newspapers and wood, and the deep, somber gazes filled the room, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

Norman Osborne, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, his hair still perfectly styled, maintained a confident professional smile despite the tense atmosphere.

Originally, this hearing on "Oversight and Budget Review of DARPA-Private Partnership Projects" was just a routine meeting.

Norman noticed that the atmosphere today was noticeably different from usual.

As the meeting began, an elderly man with gray hair and sharp eyes stared at Norman and slowly spoke: "Mr. Osborn, according to the information we have obtained, as well as some anonymous reports from the public, the Biomechanical Applications Research Institute under the Osborn Group is conducting a number of inhumane human experiments."

"What is your explanation for this?"