The giant of light in the marvel world

When Wanda heard the word "pet", she instinctively thought of several related descriptions - small, delicate, silly, and cute. However, she never expected that the "pet" they called would actually be a black dinosaur that was fifteen or six meters tall... (at least in her opinion, it was a dinosaur)

However, it was not just Wanda, but the other two were also shocked. Jessica looked at Richard in shock: "Boss, this is..."

Richard smiled: "Yeah, it just grew taller and stronger. Why can't I recognize it?"

Jessica: "..."

God has grown taller and stronger! Is this more than just a little bit? This has doubled several times!

Richard looked at the Godzilla in front of him and felt that it seemed to be growing faster than before. When I left it in the yard, it took more than half a year to grow to more than three meters tall. It has grown so much in just a few months without seeing it...

When they got here, little Godzilla seemed to have just finished lunch and was sleeping comfortably in the woods. The warm sunshine shines on its thick skin, and the little guy lies down lazily like a salted fish, as happy as a god.

When I first left him here, he cried so much that it felt like the end of the world to be separated from his dad. As a result, it now seems to have completely adapted to life on the island. In addition to eating and sleeping every day, he plays games with his friends on the island. His life is nourishing and fulfilling.

As usual, Richard stretched out his hand and pressed it on its lying head, injecting a small amount of light energy into it again. The little guy seemed to find it very useful. He squinted his eyes and barked twice, his tail wagging back and forth.

Wanda gradually recovered from the shock, and after getting used to it, she found that this creature did not seem as vicious as its size suggested.

She watched Richard touching Godzilla's head, thinking of Ultraman's transformed body shape, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

From an ordinary person's perspective, a dinosaur that is fifteen or six meters tall looks very tall, but in terms of Ultraman's size, it might be about the same as a dog, right? It seems quite normal when you think about it...

Their visit was informal and they did not notify the person in charge of the base. The personnel stationed in the base did not know about their visit.

Jessica very thoughtfully brought "last week's ribs." The little Godzilla was not picky, his eyes lit up and he swallowed all the ribs in one bite, chewing the bones together.

"Hey, it also eats ribs?" Wanda was curious, but Godzilla still looked a bit scary and she didn't dare to get close.

Gwen nodded and explained: "It is an omnivore, eating both meat and plants... By the way, it also likes to eat potato chips."

At this point, little Godzilla snorted lowly from his nose, as if he was dissatisfied that they didn't bring potato chips with them this time.

Wanda was even more surprised: "It can also eat potato chips?"

Little Godzilla glanced at the little red-haired witch, and the little witch was so scared that she hid behind Richard reflexively.

But little Godzilla glanced at her and ignored her.

Ha, at first glance, he looks like a newcomer, so rare and strange. What's wrong with eating potato chips? I can still eat nuclear bombs.

…

Laboratory of Dr. Curt Connors, Imperial College, New York.

"What!?" Dr. Connors stared at the man in a suit and a mohawk in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face, "What did you just say?"

"I said the Osborne Group has decided to end its sponsorship of your experimental project." The man said calmly, "We have invested too much money in your experiment, Dr. Connors, but so far we have not seen any Actual results. Mr. Osborne felt that your research was not as promising as you claimed, so he decided to end the Osborne Group’s funding of this project.”

"No, he can't, you... you don't understand." Dr. Connors' eyebrows almost knitted together. He is obsessed with academic research all day long and is not good at dealing with people. When he got anxious, he couldn't hold back a word even after holding it in for a long time.

"This is a wrong decision." He said, "This will make all the investment so far in vain! I have been closer than ever, and now there is only one last step left! We can't give up here! Please tell Austria Mr. Osborne... No, let me see Mr. Osborne. I want to explain to him personally..."

"Mr. Osborne is very busy, but I don't think you can make him change his mind even if you meet him." Mohawk said coldly, "A hundred other scientists will say similar things to you, but at least they can We can get results. And you? Our money has been invested, but we have seen nothing so far. Mr. Osborne is a shrewd businessman, and he knows when to stop losses in time. So there is no need to waste your breath anymore, Dr. Connors. If I were you... I would choose to try my luck with other investors."

After the mohawk finished speaking, he turned away without leaving any chance to defend himself, leaving Dr. Connors standing there blankly.

His assistant walked up cautiously and asked: "So...Doctor, what are we going to do next...?"

Dr. Connors stood there in confusion for a long time, subconsciously touching the empty sleeve on his right side with his left hand.

This is the core purpose of his research.

Regeneration of amputated limbs is a research project that Dr. Connors has devoted his life to. He believes that splicing lizard genes into humans can help humans gain some of the powerful self-healing powers of lizards, and can help people with physical disabilities regain a complete body.

For him, this research not only means career, fame and fortune, or benefiting the people, but also his own dream. He has an almost crazy obsession with his mutilated right arm. Developing lizard serum and regaining sound limbs has always been his deepest desire.

He had never felt so close as now, only to fall short when he was just one step away. The source of funding is cut off, and this research cannot be carried out without sponsorship.

"Doctor?" the assistant asked again.

Dr. Connors' eyes became firm. He strode to the refrigerator in the laboratory, entered the password to unlock it, took out a small test tube, and loaded it into an experimental syringe.

The assistant was shocked: "Doctor, do you want...?"

"The first phase of the experiment has been completed, and the drug has achieved results in mice, which shows that the serum is feasible." Dr. Connors said.

"But it only works once!" the assistant reminded, "the other mice are either crazy or dead!"

"There is no choice. If they see the success of human experiments, Mr. Osborne should change his mind."

"It's still too risky doctor, maybe we should at least do a few more tests."

Dr. Connors shook his head: "No, enough tests have been done that it's no problem."

"So maybe we can get volunteers?"

Dr. Connors shook his head again: "No, we don't have that time."

"Then maybe we can..."

Dr. Connors waved his hand: "No need to say more, I have already decided."

The assistant looked at him with vacant eyes.

So you just want to inject the serum?

The assistant still didn't give up: "But you might turn into a big green lizard with a long tail!"

Dr. Connors paused, glanced at him, and laughed.

"Very imaginative, kid, but you really should watch less science fiction movies." He said with a smile, "Don't worry, that's impossible. I won't turn into a big green lizard with a long tail."

After saying that, Dr. Connors did not hesitate, picked up the syringe and plunged it into his amputated right arm.