American Comics: The Law of Strength

February saw a blizzard in New York.

The windswept weather made the city cold, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.

The green cemetery on the outskirts of the city is even more dead. At this time, night has fallen, and the darkness has begun to slowly encroach on this icy land with the setting sun.

The sacred statues and majestic churches are all engulfed in shadows, showing an eerie appearance, adding a bit of a strange atmosphere to the cemetery.

However, at this time, a blond boy was standing in front of a tombstone.

The young man is very handsome, his facial features are as three-dimensional as a knife and an axe, but his figure is slightly thin.

At this time, the boy was shivering with cold, his hair was covered with snowflakes, and his elegant suit was full of dirt and dirt.

As for why run to the cemetery in such bad weather? Peter just wants to say that I want to know why I ran to such a damn place!

He was originally a mercenary, and after earning nearly five years of life-saving money, he finally saved up a full half a million dollars, and was planning to say goodbye to this life-saving job and take the money to go home to buy a house.

However, unexpectedly, the items escorted during the last escort mission exploded, and then he fell into a dreamless sleep.

What woke Peter up again was a terrible feeling of suffocation and biting cold.

A stern warning from his body prompted Peter to open his eyes, but there was still darkness in front of his eyes.

"What the hell?" However, as soon as he

spoke, Peter felt a strong sense of suffocation, and then he found himself as if he was confined to a small space.

Confused and frightened, Peter subconsciously punched forward, and the severe pain from his fist seemed to remind him that this was not a dream.

But at this time, he had no time to be confused, the feeling of suffocation caused by lack of oxygen became more and more serious, and the instinct to survive drove Peter to act quickly.

He adjusted the angle of his body to give his right arm more room to exert his power, and then Peter used all his strength to blast his right fist forward.

"Bang!"

Immediately there was a loud noise ahead, but Peter did not notice the slightest crack in front of him. Peter

did not pause and punched out again, and the ensuing pain made Peter roll with his right hand.

Fortunately, many years of military service had made him accustomed to this level of pain, and he gritted his teeth, clenched his already scarred fist and punched out again.

"Snap!" With a crisp sound, the barrier in front of him was finally pierced,

and a wisp of air with the characteristic smell of rotting wood poured in, but before Peter could breathe for a moment, a large chunk of earth poured in, and the hole that had just been pierced was instantly sealed.

What's worse, as the dirt pours in, the air becomes thinner and thinner, and his space for movement becomes less and less, and it won't be long before he will be buried alive! Peter

couldn't care about the wounds on his hands, digging in the cold soil with his bare hands, but in this darkness without a trace of light, Peter's fear had begun to slowly turn into despair, but his body was still digging mechanically.

I don't know if there has been an illusion, and a small light blue light curtain appeared in front of Peter's eyes.

"This is... What the? System

? Goldfinger?

Peter's pupils instantly dilated.

Like a drowning man, he suddenly saw the lifebuoy, and he frantically waved his hand towards the light blue light curtain.

And the translucent screen seemed to sense Peter's thoughts, and the screen that only occupied a small field of vision instantly unfolded.

But what was displayed was a series of body data, but Peter instantly found a button for ability acquisition, and if he got the most treasure, he immediately pressed it, but the response of the system was...

"Your balance is insufficient, please top up as soon as possible."

"Fak! I rub Nima!

Anger flared up in Peter's heart, turning even the fear and despair he had just felt in his heart into fuel.

He did not expect the system anymore, but once again desperately dug in the dirt, while wriggling and moving through the dirt like an earthworm. Finally, his

arm jerked out of the ground, feeling the cold air outside, and then Peter used the ground around his hand as a support and jerked hard, and the whole person broke through the ground and finally came to the ground.

"Poof!"

Peter gasped frantically, allowing the cold and biting air to pour into his lungs, and the severe pain made him feel alive.

Peter, who had just experienced a life and death crisis, couldn't rest, he desperately climbed out of the hole, half knelt on the cold ground, and finally slowly calmed down.

At this time, he finally saw his surroundings clearly.

The first thing that catches his eye is a large tombstone, and Peter finally realizes that the cage he just climbed out of is his own coffin.

"So I'm born again?" Peter stared

suspiciously at the tombstone. The photo on the tombstone

gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but soon he found that the face printed on the tombstone was obviously not his face as Wu Yanzu of Hebei.

Despite a slight difference in age and a pair of large glasses, Peter immediately recognized the person in the photo, Andrew Garfield, or as everyone preferred, Garfield.

And through the glass reflection of the church, after repeated comparison, Peter finally found helplessly... He still seems to be gone... And it's also very cheesy to cross.

True... People are dead... The money has not been spent, and even worse, it is not as handsome as before.

But I also got the standard equipment of the crosser...

As soon as Peter's thoughts started, the translucent system panel came into view again, and this time Peter finally had time to observe the data.

Name: Peter Parker

Race: Humanoid Age: 16 Status: Frail Traits: [Lizardman

Mutation]

(derived from Lizardman Serum) Ability: [Strength Enhancement] [Skin Sclerosis] [Temperature Perception Enhancement] [Metabolism Enhancement] [Hearing Enhancement] [

Vision Enhancement] [Olfactory Enhancement]

Skill: [Transformation] Under strong emotions, your strength will gradually increase, and eventually you will mutate into a full-body lizardman, with irreversible risks.

Side effects: [Emotional intensity] It will be more difficult for you to control your emotions and fall into a state of loss of control.

"Lizardmen?"

Peter felt as if he had seen something incredible. With this discovery, the memories belonging to the

original Peter Parker also continued to emerge, and with the memories of the two lives reflecting each other, Peter finally figured out the situation.

He is Peter Parker who did not become Spider-Man, but became the Lizardman... And the one who

became Spider-Man in this world was his childhood sweetheart, Gwen Stacy, who was also the one who killed him.

This discovery made Peter's eyes jump slightly, although it is lucky enough to be able to live again, it is not good to complain about anything, but it is not a good place to travel to the Marvel world.

As an ordinary person, even if this life is safe, no longer go to the battlefield to earn that life money, it will usher in that snap of fingers after experiencing various alien crises and human crises.

The indiscriminate 50% chance of death, the gods cannot hide, which is more exciting than Russian roulette.

Moreover, I am afraid that it is not the Marvel world in the movie, and the crisis is only a lot more.

But fortunately, the system also provides him with a way to become stronger.

Superpower lottery.

As the name suggests, it can randomly give Peter extraordinary powers, giving Peter the ability to protect himself in this world of danger, and if he is lucky, he may be able to stop that snapping finger in the future and become another fourteen millionth!

Of course, it's no surprise that this feature isn't free.

If you want to gain power, you first need to provide it with precious metals as an energy source...

That is, real krypton gold.

After topping up fifteen units of precious metals, a random ability can be drawn.

However, fifteen units is only the minimum requirement, the highest need for a hundred units of precious metals, the

lower the amount of krypton gold, the lower the ability to draw, the upper limit is also very low, if you want to get a better ability then only full krypton.

I have to say that this thing is a complete play on this set.

But Peter didn't have to complain about anything, after all, superpowers can be bought with money is already a great gift.

As for the remaining functions of the system, most of them are for the assistance of existing functions.

For example, as long as you are close to the precious metal, you can absorb this skill for krypton gold through the palm of your hand, and you can sense the surrounding precious metal and draw the storage box that you don't intend to use immediately.

Although the system does not have many functions, it is enough to make Peter a lot more optimistic about the huge crisis that lies ahead.

"At least krypton gold will become stronger..."

But at this time Peter did not bother to complain, although he escaped the crisis of being buried alive, it did not mean that he was safe.

Although there is no more snow at this time, the wind at night is always wrapped in icy cold, and after running through this cemetery, it is a little gloomy, if he continues to complain here, then I am afraid that he can be buried back tomorrow morning.

However, before deciding to leave, he decided to endure the cold and find a shovel to fill the hole where he climbed out of the grave.

If his body is found missing, and someone else photographs his appearance later, I am afraid it will bring him a lot of trouble.

However, Peter did not expect that because of his cautious thoughts, he would get into more trouble.

Just as Peter was hard to bury the pit, there was a sound of small footsteps behind him, and Peter subconsciously wanted to hide, but the cemetery was very empty all around, and there was almost no shelter except for the tombstone.

Peter simply stood in place waiting for the owner of the footsteps to leave, although it was somewhat strange for a thin teenager to appear in the cemetery late at night, but most people should not be nosy, and most likely choose to turn a blind eye.

However, when the owner of the footsteps appeared, Peter frowned.

Because the comer is a more abnormal combination than him.

Walking in the front is a beautiful girl wearing an off-white coat and handcuffs on her hands, with eyes shaped like apricot kernels and amber color, like cat's eyes. Chestnut hair surrounded her face.

And her firm eyes were more impressive than her gorgeous face, the kind of eyes that Peter was familiar with, which was the only way a warrior would have.

She was followed by a strong man in a dark blue police uniform, thorn tattoos faintly visible from the exposed part of his neck, and the tight muscles in his arms almost burst his sleeves.

And in the holster of his waist hung a Glock pistol that was very small compared to his size.

Neither of them obviously expected that there were other people in this remote cemetery.

The girl's eyes showed a hint of hope in addition to surprise at the moment she saw Peter, while the strong man behind her frowned with a hint of caution in his eyes.

Before Peter could react, the officer frowned and asked,

"What are you doing in the cemetery at this time?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders and smiled in response.

"I'm paying my respects to my relatives, police officer, and I like this time to see my brother."

Saying that, he still turned over, revealing a picture of the same face on the grave as he had just said to prove what he had just said.

The officer was not satisfied with Peter's answer, and he asked,

"Are you alone?"

This question made Peter's heart tighten, and his brows furrowed slightly, he already realized that things were probably not as simple as he thought.

Seeing that Peter did not answer the question, the corner of the officer's mouth showed a smile, and he asked softly:

"Give me your ID."

Peter, who was already a dead man, naturally could not have any valid documents, and even if he did, it was impossible to accompany him to the burial, and finally he had to say:

"Officer, if you do not have reasonable suspicion that I am breaking the law or planning to break the law, you have no right to ask for my documents."

Having been a mercenary in the United States for so many years, Peter was familiar with the laws in this area, but using them would also upset any police officer.

And the officer's response was indeed very tough.

"I'm not here to seek your legal advice, and you think you're qualified to teach me how to do things?"

The police officer sneered, and then took out the walkie-talkie and whispered a report.

Perhaps it was the perception brought by the lizardman serum, and he heard almost every word of the officer's report.

"I've caught the girl, but there is an eyewitness, I want to find a reason to kill him directly, can you arrange it?"

On the other side came an affirmative answer.

At this time, the officer's eyes obviously became two points cold, but the smile on his face became stronger.

This also made Peter's heart tighten, he noticed that the police officer did not turn on the body recorder, obviously he could not easily get out, if he turned around and fled, the other party would shoot directly.

But he defended softly:

"Not legal advice... This is my civil right.

At the same time, Peter moved his feet slowly, as if the other party was approaching.

"Civil power? Ha?

The officer went straight to Peter's grave and went to the headstone to take a bite.

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

This police officer was really arrogant and excessive, and it was hard to imagine how he could have been a petty police officer in the first place.

However, he did not notice that his position was very close to Peter's.

It all happened in the midst of electric flint.

I saw the thin Peter suddenly punched out and went straight to the officer's chest, his face was still calm, but a cold light had appeared in his eyes.