American comics: I evolved into a superman on my own

Shen Fei was looking at the two bottles of liquid in his hand, one red and one yellow, "Peter has been a little angry lately."

It's Peter Parker's blood and urine.

After getting it, Shen Fei and Connors immediately started studying it, regardless of the outside discussion about Osborne, which had no impact on him at all.

After the Osborne explosion, Shen Fei's information was put on many people's desks, and there was no need to hide it.

Wait until he can analyze the extraordinary spider, even if it is just a spider sense.

It's enough that he doesn't have to worry about many superheroes.

He handed the two bottles of liquid to Connors and said, "Analyze the ingredients."

After Connors took it, he quickly began to analyze the components of the blood and urine.

Soon, Connors said with some surprise: "This Peter has some genes similar to those of the extraordinary spider.

This part of the gene is combined with the Y chromosome in his body..."

"Can you find the most original sample of the extraordinary spider?"

"No, they are all dead. The current batch is the result of the spiders that Richard left behind multiplying with each other."

Shen Fei knocked on the table, "That means this batch of spiders contains Richard's genes, and they are actually his Peter's brothers?"

"Biologically speaking, Peter is very similar to some of their genes, so to speak."

Only after Connors saw Peter's genes did he know what Richard had done, mixing the genes of the most primitive extraordinary spiders with his own genes.

Breeding genes unique to their 'Parker family'.

Shen Fei looked at the genetic comparison on the computer screen, his mind spinning wildly.

All the knowledge he had seen in the past came to his mind at this moment, including the gene splicing, gene grafting, etc. he discovered.

Constantly restoring Richard's mental state at that time.

Based on what he knew, as long as he could deduce Richard's purpose of mixing his own genes with extraordinary genes to cultivate extraordinary spiders, he could roughly guess that this result represented the direction of Richard's experiment.

"When Richard was thinking about it, there must have been people who were already thinking about manufacturing superheroes.

He is also from SHIELD and must know about Captain America's existence.

So when deepening the experiment.

It must be the intention to use the Amazing Spider to help people become Spider-Man.

But he experimented many times and found that the genes of humans and extraordinary spiders did not match at all...

So he first bred spiders with his genes, so that the most incompatible part of the spider's genes would match his own genes.

Is it feasible to replace this part of the gene with your own genes..."

Shen Fei murmured to himself, and Connors on the side did not dare to speak, so as not to disturb Shen Fei's thinking.

In his opinion, it was possible that Shen Fei would create something amazing with a flash of inspiration.

"Comprehensive comparison of the genes in Peter's cells and the genes of the extraordinary spider.

Also, are there extraordinary spider eggs in the laboratory? "

"Yes. Even though I have released these extraordinary spiders, I still ask people to observe their condition every day. If they lay eggs, I will ask my assistant to take them out and refrigerate them."

"Okay. Compare the three together and find out the differences."

"clear!"

…

at the same time.

'boom! ’

Huge thunder resounded over New York, and New York, which was originally sunny, suddenly became pitch black.

Max stayed at his workstation a little frustrated. No one cared about him. Today was his birthday.

No one said happy birthday to him.

He looked at the countdown to get off work. There was still one hour left. Will anyone come to celebrate his birthday?

Time passed little by little, and each colleague got up and left directly, still complaining about why it rained again.

Max looked at the empty office and sighed. Sure enough, no one in the company cared about him at all.

Why! Why!

Max thought about how he would come to him for help when there were power problems in the past. Later, he even just said: Max, I am a little busy, can you help me deal with it?

He would go, why in those times, these people would remember his name.

He is the one who works the most overtime and does the most things.

But no one knows that his birthday is today.

"Why are they usually like this, but now they have even forgotten my birthday!"

"Why, they have always only treated me as a tool, not as a human being!"

"Why...Osborne Company!"

Max's face looked a little ferocious, as if a demon was roaring in his heart.

Suddenly someone opened the door and came in. Max turned around and saw that it was his most hated supervisor. Every time there was a problem, he would be the first to call him back to work overtime.

No matter how late it is.

Only then did Max realize that the supervisor was holding something in his hand and frowned.

There won't be anything else for him to do. It's his birthday today and he has to go back and have a good time by himself.

Don't cause trouble for him.

"director."

Max took a deep breath and suppressed the anger of being ignored by everyone. He still needed this job, and the director of the power department could fire him with just one word.

The supervisor handed him the thing in his hand and said, "Director Norman knew that today is your birthday. He happened to buy a cake but didn't eat it, so he asked me to give it to you."

"Huh? Director Norman knows my birthday?"

"I don't know, that's what Director Norman said. Take it, good luck boy."

The supervisor handed him the box in his hand, and Max took it with both hands with some piety. When he opened it, he found that it was just an ordinary cream cake.

But there was still one candle on the cake that was not lit.

For a moment, Max burst into tears. Director Norman actually knew his birthday?

"and this."

The supervisor's expression became even more helpless as he took out an envelope from his arms and said, "This is also a gift from Director Norman to you, five hundred dollars.

Plus two thousand dollars is for overtime pay during this time.

Let you go back tonight to celebrate your birthday and contribute to the company. "

"this……"

Max took the envelope with some disbelief, opened it carefully and counted it, and found exactly two thousand five dollars.

"Good luck boy. Go back and thank God!"

The supervisor muttered something, why didn’t the director know his birthday.

Max still feels like he is still in a dream, looking at two things.

Place the cake on the table.

"Thanks to the company," Max murmured.

I started to light candles, prayed for a while and then started eating cake, crying while eating.

Finally someone knew about him.

Max carefully found Norman's email on the company's website, edited a paragraph of thanks and sent it.

When I thought about possibly disturbing Norman, I planned to withdraw.

A 'ding' sound.

New email has been sent.

Max felt a little nervous when he saw the email that was replied instantly. After opening the email, it read, "Thank you Superman, good luck boy."