However, the sudden emergence of Gwen Spider-Woman does not mean that things will progress quickly. On the contrary, there will be more uncertainties.
If history is followed completely, Peter the Spider will find his father's legacy, that priceless formula, which will promote Dr. Connors' cross-species genetic research and ultimately give birth to Dr. Lizard.
According to Gwen's version, Peter was bullied by Eugene Flash Thompson and received various unfair treatments. Under extreme depression, Peter was injected with a homemade serum, became a lizard man, and finally burped.
In this life, Ange stopped the bullying just because he didn't want to see Peter burp.
"So, what happens next?"
Ange was looking forward to the changes in the 'plot'. As a little butterfly who reversed history, Ange was not idle while waiting for the wheel of history to advance. For example, he summoned Eugene Thompson.
In a private room of a high-end membership club, Ange met the Thompsons and his son.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Thompson. I have no ill intentions towards your son. I just want to make friends."
The old Thompson in this life is a retired football player. His son has obviously inherited his genes and is now the school's football star.
Ange was really surprised when he felt a huge force coming from the big bear-paw-like hand opposite him.
After all, Old Thompson had seen the world, and just by looking at Ange's battle, he knew that the other party was a big shot who could crush the father and son to death like an ant.
At this second, contempt clearly appeared in Eugene's eyes.
But in Eugene's opinion, he was enough to instantly kill the 'weak' rich man opposite him.
Ange rolled up his sleeves and put them on the table: "Me!"
The exaggerated lineup of bodyguards, the beautiful female secretary, the absolutely low-key luxurious clothes, and this powerful aura that ordinary people would never have, overwhelmed Eugene.
His father's mouth squirmed a few times, but he couldn't stop it.
Ange has no intention of leaving such a useful tool to the government.
All his tricks lie in the [limb regeneration experiment] in the plan.
"Damn it...ahhhh!" He bulged up his muscles and exerted all his strength to exert pressure to complete the final suppression.
"With whom?" As soon as Eugene said it, his father couldn't stop him.
Before Old Thompson could speak, Ange waved his hand: "Those who haven't left society can only be considered children. I don't care about children."
Now that Eugene can run and jump, this is the most limitless point in his life. He feels that there is nothing in the world that he cannot do.
As an athlete, Eugene is an absolute muscleman.
His arrogance, his rage, his resistance, everything he was most proud of, were disintegrated inch by inch under this slow and unrivaled force.
"Mr. Thompson, since you only have so much strength, then I will fight back." The understatement brought Eugene not stimulation, but suppression!
The damn thing is, when he pressed the opponent's arm until the angle between the arm and the table was only 30 degrees at most, he couldn't press it down no matter what.
What else can old Thompson say as a father?
He had bullied Gordon this morning, and now his and his father's hearts were really beating like "Gordon, Gordon".
Putting the words here, old Thompson naturally couldn't continue.
If you didn't look at the position of his arms, you would think he was the one being suppressed.
His exaggerated biceps were as ridiculous as inflatable balls in the face of this power.
Eugene was completely unable to resist this crushing force.
He had already exhausted all his strength, and even though Ange was not calm and calm, he was still very at ease!
"What's wrong? Mr. Thompson, is this the strength you are proud of?" Ange's mocking ignited the anger in Eugene's heart.
Instead of using the kind of explosive force that was intended to hurt people, Ange just ran over slowly at a speed of 5 degrees per second.
When someone invited me to fight, I accepted it.
"Ho--"
Well, at least it seems that way.
It’s clear that Eugene is just a football player, not a professional weightlifter. Eugene’s brain cannot be used as a quarterback as the team’s commander. Compared with arm strength, a tight end like Eugene is actually more
Pay attention to leg strength exercises.
Eugene was originally the kind of person who had a quick temper. Due to the opponent's power, he certainly didn't dare to have it, but when it came to strength, he was confident that he would not lose to anyone.
After all, these two are still the same age.
When this guy really does something like history, then it's time for Ange to cut him off.
Ange was not annoyed: "Eugene, I know you are not convinced. It's just that many things are not what you imagined. How about we give it a try?"
In fact, not only the Thompsons were curious, Ange's bodyguards also secretly craned their necks.
Eugene's exaggerated roar continued to echo in the private room. The veins on his neck, shoulders, and arms were all exposed at the same time, and the blood vessels were bulging like small earthworms.
"No, no, no!" Ange casually shook his right index finger: "Mr. Thompson, if you have to say this, only Tony Stark is qualified to be my friend. I never make friends by looking at whether the other person has
Money, you won’t be richer than me anyway.”
Sure enough, this plan made Old Thompson frown. It was not suitable for the future of his super-athletic son. Moreover, the other party wanted to obtain Eugene's genes, which required multiple blood draws and experiments. This made Old Thompson reluctant.
happiness.
The system has a power rating of 17 points!
For a mortal, this is absolutely superior.
For things like arm wrestling, there is no need to pay attention to the venue. As long as the table is reliable, it will be fine.
"Wuwu——uh——"
To put it bluntly, this thing is just to fool the Thompsons. The plan mentioned in it is somewhat similar to the plan carried out by Dr. Connors of the Osborne Group.
Ange's arm muscles seem to be fairly well-proportioned, but that's at the level of a 'relatively strong' ordinary person.
"Mr. Ange, I went too far today, please forgive me." Eugene lowered his head heavily.
Probably because he had been taught a lesson by his father a long time ago, Eugene agreed very simply: "Yes, I will apologize to them tomorrow."
But at this moment, he was still in the 'advantage'.
In fact, his initial hunch was right. As soon as he exerted force, the seemingly overwhelming force pushed down the opponent's arm bit by bit.
"Making friends? It's only when Eugene reaches a higher level."
Eugene clearly felt that the power coming from Ange's arm, which was one-third thinner than his, was getting stronger and stronger.
Angle will not deliberately hit Eugene.
Arm wrestling? I'm good at this.
A cold glint flashed in Ange's eyes: "The people you need to apologize to are not me, but Gordon and Parker."
He just didn't dare to have an attack and declined Ange.
But according to history, Eugene would lose his legs in the Middle East war in the future. He accepted an experiment by the American government, which allowed him to successfully combine with the Venom symbiote and become a superhero Venom agent and the official thug of the United States.
"Bang!"
The Ange opposite is the father of the financial sponsor! If this stupid young man tears someone's arm muscles, it will be a grudge!
At the last thirty degrees, Eugene gave up and pressed the back of his hand heavily on the table.
He simply couldn't understand how he lost.
When the two powerful hands came together, and as Dana's crisp "three-two-one" countdown ended, Eugene, who was full of confidence, was the first to attack.
Obviously, this noble man, who seemed to have nothing but money, defeated him in the way that Eugene Flash Thompson was best at.
Of course Angle didn't expect the Thompsons to believe him.
The arm he smashed was thicker than the thigh of the secretary next to him!
His father watched helplessly as his son put his arms with exaggerated muscles on the table and thought to himself: It's over!
"Drink!"
He was breathing heavily, and there were even tears in the corners of his eyes.
The arms held tightly by the two of them were like a pendulum, beginning to tilt towards the back of Eugene's hand again.
"I invest in the field of biotechnology, and I am actually more interested in Eugene's genes. If possible, we can cooperate if there is an opportunity in the future." After Ange finished speaking, Black Canary handed a plan to the Thompsons and his son.
It's a pity that all his anger is typical incompetent rage. No matter how much he increases the intensity, Ange's arm remains motionless.
Old Thompson was a little heartbroken when he saw his son lose, but he was also silently grateful. At least Ange did not intentionally injure his son. A torn arm muscle would probably be fatal to a football running back.
After Eugene lost, his eyes were as big as bells, and he asked mysteriously: "So wrist strength is your strongest point?"
Ange smiled and shook his index finger with his right hand: "No! No! No! No! My strongest power now should be [money ability]!"