The pointer of the pocket watch turns backwards, and the lens begins to go back over time.

When the Lizardman fell from the roof of Stark Building, Dr. Connors only remembered that the whistling wind sounded in his ears, and gradually, he remembered the sound of shrapnel splattering that also whizzed past his ears.

With the huge pain of falling to the ground and the bright redness in front of him, Connors seemed to have a dream.

Many years ago, he was just a military doctor who had just joined the army. Like all the young people of that era, they believed in the principles of defending their country, so he and his comrades participated in the war with confidence.

Connors can no longer remember the ambitions they had at that time. The cruelty of the battlefield shattered all their dreams, injuries, death and blood, and would not be able to open a corner to anyone because of their ideals and ambitions.

By the time he returned to his hometown, Connors had become a scarred dog. He received a compensation and was thrown into the sewer in the corner like a garbage bag leaking everywhere.

This cruel society will not open a corner of his difficult and unbearable life because of his past merits and honors. He began to learn how to live with one hand, like a clown who makes people laugh and twisted movements on the stage.

The sounds of those bottles and jars falling from him kept echoing in Connors' ears, his dreams getting deeper and deeper, and the only memories with color began to gradually disappear, and the rest were endless darkness.

He remembered that when Connors saw him again, he was already undespicable, but he still told Connors with a smile that he would be saved soon and that the country did not give up on him, and that he would soon become better.

Most of these young people who were once passionate about blood did not have the high level of education as Connors, and most of them had never been to college. Therefore, as long as they were referring to some seemingly profound nouns, they would feel that they had really gained a God-given opportunity to change their down-and-out lives.

Connors learned from the old comrade-in-arms secret plan of the military.

The night in his dream began to get deeper and deeper. Connors only remembered that the cold light of the computer screen flashed in his sight. When he saw the information recorded in a certain text, he knew that from now on, he had to close his mouth and remain silent forever.

In this terrible scam, no clear-headed supporting role is needed.

After losing one arm, Connors lost his ability to speak again, and he became a mute.

Countless data became clearer and clearer in his dreams. They surrounded him, and the intense guilt and pressure that made him almost crazy completely swallowed him up.

Connors has made up his mind since then that if life is destined to be a downward process, it is like what he does now, even if he wants to die here, he must leave a trace of pain enough on the land.

The last word that exists in his consciousness is the name "Desperate Plan" that he still cannot forget in so many silent nights.

The cold light of the computer screen shone on Peter's face, looking for information in the laboratory where Dr. Connors used in Stark Building.

After Dr. Connors was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, guilt swallowed Peter. He knew that the problem must be the serum that Dr. Connors had been studying. He couldn't help with the rescue, so he wanted to start with the serum research data to see if there was a way to find a way to relieve this serum.

Although Dr. Connors withdrew from Stark Building with his data, the research results of this collaboration belong to the Stark Group and the military, and part of this is still retained in the terminal data recording equipment of Stark Building.

Peter knew that Dr. Connors had the authority to change the data on these devices, and he wanted to find some clues from it.

But what surprised Peter was that the data device that Dr. Connors used was too clean, and no one would even delete the records in the calculator above, leaving nothing except a series of numbers obtained.

Peter found it strange that Dr. Connors was not such a person. He was very rigorous in academic research and would not do such a thing as deleting all the problem-solving process, leaving only a specious achievement.

Peter kept searching in the computer, but he finally found some clues. He found that some combinations of numbers seemed to be quite regular. Peter began to quickly typing on the keyboard, and the blue light of the screen reflected on his face and eyes. After a while, the light changed and Peter said, "What is this? Is a website?"

Since this kind of data terminal device is not allowed to be connected to the Internet, Peter could only turn to Jarvis. Jarvis analyzed the website and found that it pointed to an encrypted website, which was encrypted layer by layer, but this could not stop Jarvis. Soon, Jarvis got a picture from the website.

Peter looked at the holographic screen in front of him and said, "What is this? This looks like a doodle abstract painting of a kid, are you sure this is what the layer-to-layer encrypted website is going to protect?"

"This is really the only one, Mr. Parker."

In a dark laboratory, Peter hugged his arms and stared at the messy lines on the painting. It was a piece of white paper with many black lines on it, which looked irregular, as if he had just drawn a crayon twice.

Peter frowned and looked at it for a long time. He said, "No, this picture should not be viewed like this. Jarvis, please help me flatten this picture and turn the lines on it into 3D."

"Is that true? Sir?"

Jarvis did do what Peter said, but it still showed a mess. Peter said, "Yes, that's right... can you turn them into straight lines? Just follow the current turning rules..."

In just a second, the messy pattern originally made of a black curve turned into a pattern made of fold lines.

Peter widened his eyes and said, "It's a map of New York's sewers!"

He hurriedly opened his backpack and took out the piece of paper he recorded. He said to the piece of paper: "Yes! That's right! This is a 3D sewer map, look at this! This road is the one I often walk... I remember correctly. I have been wandering in it for several days..."

"But what's the point? Why did Dr. Connors hide this picture? As long as someone goes around the sewer for a few days, you should be able to get the route?"

Peter scratched his head, and he continued to look at the pattern, then turned it around, and then lowered his head to compare the route he had obtained.

"...No, there seem to be a few roads here that are wrong. Just like here, this should be taking the next ladder and turning right, why is it showing a left turn? There is no manhole cover here, where these routes cross... that reservoir!"

"Dr. Connors is pointing at that reservoir! But what is there? That laboratory? But..."

Peter thought about it, quickly put away the map in his hand, and then took his schoolbag. He said, "Jarvis, keep in touch with me at any time! Maybe I will need your technical support later..."

"No problem, Mr. Stark has opened most of the technical support permissions to you."

Peter ran out of Stark Building with his schoolbag quickly, found the nearest manhole cover and drilled in. He walked through the sewer quickly and soon arrived at the reservoir where he had burned the laboratory before.

When Peter opened the door of the maintenance station, there were still burning traces left. Only then did Peter realize that something was wrong. Although the maintenance station looked like an evil laboratory, it actually only seemed that Peter had not found any useful information here.

On the contrary, specimens of various things were placed here, and even some unknown organ specimens. As an expert, Peter knew that in fact, many times biological experiments were not to play with corpses as ordinary people thought. These specimens that had been soaked for a long time were of no use at all.

Now that he knew, this laboratory is the work of Dr. Connors, it seems even more strange. Dr. Connors is also an expert. How could he carefully place a bunch of equipment and specimens that were not available in the experiment? It was as if it was specifically intended to make people think that this was a biological laboratory?

Everything here seems to be for laymen to show, satisfying their fantasies about some evil scientists.

Peter didn't know that the owner of this place was Dr. Connors, and he didn't care about this. But now when he came here again, Peter recalled the scene in the laboratory he saw at that time. It was more like a carefully arranged stage than a real biological laboratory.

Peter became increasingly confused. If this was not the place where Dr. Connors actually conducted the experiment, why did he hide a clue here? What does this mean?

Peter rummaged here unwillingly, groping through the walls and floors for possible secret doors, but he found nothing.

Peter left the maintenance station with some disappointment. He suddenly found that the moss at the entrance of the maintenance station had also been cleaned up, and some white powder was left in the corner of the wall. Peter began to think quickly. He remembered that on the way he came, some moss was cleaned up, but some places did not.

He ran a few steps forward and saw a corner where traces were also left. Peter walked along this artificially treated trace and found that there was this trace on a downward staircase on the same road, but there was no trace on the road that continued to move forward.

Peter followed the traces of the disappearance of the moss and finally led it to an endpoint at the end of the sewer.

There is also an overhaul station there.

The door of this maintenance station is not locked, and it has been abandoned for a long time when you look like it. After all, this is the bottom part of the New York sewer, and it is a real place where the light of day is gone.

Peter opened the door and presented it to him was an ordinary maintenance station, piled up with messy boxes and cleaning tools that had not been used for a long time. It all looked like something happened in the last century.

Peter waved his hand in front of his face to dispel the dust. He opened all the boxes, and then at the bottom, he found a box containing unknown objects.

Opening the box, there was a device that Peter had never seen before. It was a square black device with an antenna. Peter took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and then called Jarvis. Soon Jarvis told him that it seemed to be an old data terminal and signal transmitter. Although the version was relatively old, the power was still good.

"So what's here?" Peter asked.

"You can take it to the Stark Building, and I can do physical cracks."
Chapter completed!