Dony Azov was running, trying to get away from those crazy Lizardmen. Those crude, half-human, half-reptilian creatures were like beasts from hell. Being around them always made him uneasy, like he was constantly being watched.
Unlike those resentful veterans, before the Osborn Group sent him to the lab, Dony Azov had been a stockbroker. He earned a salary and commissions that ordinary people could only dream of, allowing him to live a life of luxury early on, with a big house in a high-end apartment. He had even married his boss's daughter, reaching the pinnacle of his life.
But his luck didn't last long. The subprime mortgage crisis arrived. His father-in-law's stockbroking company quickly went bankrupt and, after shouldering a huge debt, chose to commit suicide by jumping off the top of the company building, turning into a pile of flesh. Dony Azov was also immediately unemployed.
His wife chose to divorce him, and the court awarded the property and children to his wife, leaving him only with some stocks. These stocks, which he had bought after years of hard work, had long since depreciated, leaving him penniless. In the end, he could only become a street bum.
While imprisoned in the secret laboratory by the Osborn Group, Dony Azov had also considered suicide to escape his suffering, but the longing for his daughter kept him going. Even though he was lucky enough to regain his freedom because of those Lizardmen, he didn't have any thoughts of revenge against humanity. He just wanted to see his daughter again, even if it was just one last time.
The Osborn Group's genetic modification was a complete failure. Although he had fused some of the Vulture's genes, his clumsy physique and weak physical strength were not suitable for flying.
His deformed wings flapped wildly, and his chest seemed to be leaking air as he gasped for breath. Dony Azov swayed his snake-like neck, trying to identify the direction of his home. He had been imprisoned for too long, and the city of New York was so unfamiliar in his eyes.
"There must be a way... I know the direction of home... St. Patrick's Cathedral... yes... St. Patrick's Cathedral! My home is near St. Patrick's Cathedral! Paige! Dad is coming to find you!"
Dony Azov's gene fusion wasn't perfect. Without the maintenance of the serum, his body was already starting to collapse. Blood overflowed from his eye sockets, turning his vision crimson. His lungs felt like they had burst; each breath was accompanied by excruciating pain.
As his wings flapped, feathers were torn from his pores by centrifugal force, scattering everywhere.
The intense pain began to distort his movements, but he was still flying with all his might. Finally, he saw the unique roof of St. Patrick's Cathedral.
Just then, a blurry shadow suddenly appeared in the sky. An unidentified flying object was speeding towards him at an astonishing rate.
Boom!
This unidentified flying object suddenly stopped a hundred meters in front of Dony Azov. After a long moment, the deafening roar of its supersonic flight reached Dony Azov's ears.
It was humanoid in appearance, over two meters tall, with a beautiful streamlined body. Its surface was covered in a layer of strange, gray-black armor, composed of countless tiny metallic grains held together by some form of force. There was a circular device on its chest, seemingly a power system. The jet thrusters on its feet emitted plasma, allowing the flying object to hover steadily in the air.
This was definitely not a product of human technology!
Dony Azov stared in terror at the flying object before him. Before he could even say anything, the object fired a scorching beam of light.
Boom!
He turned into a cloud of ash and disappeared into the air, leaving no trace.
"Jarvis, did you get that?"
Tony Stark's somewhat flippant voice rang out.
"Yes, Mr. Stark."
Jarvis's voice responded.
"Remember to upload it to social media later."
The Mark II hovered for a moment, then flew towards the Lizardmen's battlefield.
Below, New York City was experiencing an unprecedented traffic jam. Terrified citizens, after watching the live broadcast, were using all sorts of transportation to flee the city. This was also why the New York City Police Department and the National Guard's support had been delayed.
A black feather drifted down slowly, caught by a hand reaching out of a car window.
It was a somewhat plump hand. The owner of the hand was a girl of about ten years old, with a bit of baby fat. She stared at the feather in her hand with curious, emerald-green eyes.
"That feather is so dirty! It's covered in germs, Paige, throw it away!"
Her mother's voice was a little sharp as she comforted her son, George, who was in her arms. George was Paige's half-brother, about five years old, and was wailing at the top of his lungs.
Her stepfather, sitting in the driver's seat, impatiently honked the horn. The horns of the surrounding cars also sounded like a chorus of frogs, one after another.
Paige didn't throw away the feather; instead, she quietly hid it in her cute little children's backpack.
Their car was like a single drop of water disappearing into the ocean.
Bob Eagle's condition was dire. His wounds healed slowly, and his body grew weaker. A deep gash, exposing his ribs, marred his chest, and his internal organs were visible.
Colonel Johnson pinned him to the ground. The claws pressed against the back of his head, seemingly made of steel, piercing through scales and muscle and gripping his skull. He couldn't break free.
"This is the price of betraying me, Bob. I'm going to twist your head off!"
Colonel Johnson's forked tongue flicked out, brushing against Bob Eagle's face as he spoke. His grip tightened, and Bob let out a bloodcurdling scream.
BANG!
A police car suddenly careened into the scene, slamming into the unsuspecting Colonel Johnson. The high-powered engine roared as it pinned him against the wall.
"Run! Get those kids out of here!"
George Stacy slammed on the accelerator, shouting at Bob Eagle, who was lying on the ground. Almost all of the officers he'd brought with him had been killed, and he was prepared to sacrifice himself to stop Colonel Johnson.
"Why do you always have to keep jumping out to stop me, you weak and pathetic insects? Why can't you just stand there and let me eat you?"
Colonel Johnson ripped through the hood of the police car, tearing out the engine. Then, he spread his arms and embraced the entire vehicle.
His steel cable-like arms tightened, and the police car began to twist and deform like a crushed tin can.
"Since you dare to resist me, then you can become a pile of garbage along with this car!"
Peter Parker desperately tried to raise his hand, but it fell limply back to the ground. His injuries were too severe; he was unable to move.
Bob Eagle roared, trying to get up, but other Lizardmen held him firmly to the ground.
"Watch closely, Bob, watch as this courageous police chief is squeezed into a pile of meat paste! This is the consequence of betraying your comrades!"
The Lizardmen's faces twisted into cruel grins as they forced Bob to look at the police car, making him watch George Stacy die.
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