He stopped, not sure if he didn't have the strength to continue talking or was unwilling to continue talking.

"Yes, I'm Peter...Dr. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

Connors seemed to have exhausted his energy, and a weak researcher had no strength to sit up.

He lay in the middle of the pit, and said in a dry voice: "I told you this story before, but you didn't seem to listen carefully..."

"I am a captain. I have participated in wars with the combat troops. Although I was only a military doctor with the team, I persisted for a full sixty-three hours in the area where artillery fire was most covered by the fiercest artillery fire..."

"For this, I lost one arm and almost all my comrades..."

"We followed their orders and remained unretreated. A team of 32 people survived, only 6 people survived. I lost one arm and some people lost both legs, but we all came back alive..."

"Compensation... Oh, yes... Of course there is compensation. They checked our bodies and let us live in the hospital for a while, and then gave us a sum of money, and then, there was nothing more..."

"No one cares about the difficulties you will have in continuing your life as a disabled person. No one cares about the dilemma of not being able to even open cans after you pay an arm as a price..."

"No one cares about the sympathetic look of others looking at you, or shows impatient attitude when you can't pick up something..."

"I just want to change all this, I just want to change all this..."

Peter felt a little suffocated, and complex emotions surging in his chest. He took off his hood and began to breathe heavily.

His eyes were red, and he said, "You have changed all this! We almost succeeded at that time, and that recovery serum was indeed effective..."

"Yes, it's just a little bit... I thought it's just a little bit, but then I discovered that this may be a high wall that can never pass..."

Dr. Connors' throat was moving slowly, saying: "We were driven out like mice, and no one cared about how much change this study could bring to these bottom-level dregs..."

"Even if I'm only one minute away from success, I'll be kicked out."

He turned his head and looked at Stark with some ungod eyes, saying, "Here you be driven out by these devils who only care about their own interests and interests..."

"Not this, not like this!" Peter half-kneeled beside him, and he said, "There is a misunderstanding here, I think I can..."

Peter's voice came to an abrupt end, he took a deep breath and then covered his face, his breathing began to tremble uncontrollably, and he was really broken when he discovered that Dr. Connors was beginning to gradually lose consciousness.

"No, wait...Dr. Conners!Dr. Conners! You hold on for a while and we will save you..."

Peter didn't know how he said such a thing. He obviously wanted to destroy this monster ten minutes ago.

Things are clear now. Stark is under pressure from the military and terminates the research and development of medical technology in cooperation with the military, making it impossible for Dr. Connors to complete the speed recovery serum project.

So it turned into a giant lizard monster, trying to retaliate against Stark.

Peter suddenly thought that since this lizard monster was Dr. Connors, was the stronghold he destroyed at that time the place where Dr. Connors conducted his final research?

Is it because he destroyed that stronghold that the serum failed? That made Dr. Connors become such a monster?

A suffocation swallowed Peter, why is this happening? Why is this happening? He obviously just wanted to do good things!

This feeling of extreme helplessness was a pain that Peter had never experienced before.

Dr. Connors is obviously a good person. He and his comrades have sacrificed their lives for the country. After being treated unfairly, he still actively participated in scientific research and wanted to improve the lives of these people through his intelligence.

Mr. Stark is also a good person, and the mistake of stopping the medical program is not entirely due to him. He defeated the lizard monster and saved the rest of New York.

Peter felt that he was also a good person. He obviously took the action as soon as he saw some possible dangerous situations.

But now, Dr. Connors was lying in a big pit, covered in blood, life and death unknown, Stark stood there silently, as if he had regarded all this as a punishment for facing the crime and suffered from it.

Peter felt great pain, even more painful than the sharper blade that cut his chest.

On his academic journey, he carefully taught his teachers, and his predecessors who provided him with war suits and protection, and taught him various knowledge. They were both facing each other.

Peter didn't know who to help, just like a double-edged sword, held by him, and stabbed into their chests, tears almost wet the collar of his spider suit.

Peter stood up, facing another sunset. In a trance, he remembered what Schiller told him, there was no black or white here, only a hazy and invisible grey mist.

This is the true face of this world. He cannot always stand on the justice side as he thought.

Now he finally understood that the most tragic thing in this world is not that good people are defeated by bad people, but that good people are defeated by good people.
Chapter completed!