Snakehead gang, off Ninth Avenue, Brooklyn.
Fanster woke up from a deep sleep, feeling exhausted all over, but strangely, he was actually in a very good mood. Even the fallen leaves piled up outside the floor-to-ceiling window did not make him angry.
You know, he is a very clean person.
"It's a great day." He took a few sips of the red wine and began to think about why he was so happy.
But all he could think of were things that made him unhappy.
His brother died, and he had not yet been able to avenge his death;
The cooperation with Sith Industries was not ideal. Not only did I suffer some losses, but I also did not receive any compensation.
That Red-Eyed Jack... No, Red-Eyed Jack didn't annoy him and was even willing to help with the business.
The more he thought about it, the more confused Fester became.
Why did he feel that he was fine when things were not going well for him recently? Was there something lucky that he had forgotten
Suddenly, he understood.
All his joy seemed to come from last night's dream. Thinking of this, Fanster sighed. Now he had to rely on dreams to get some comfort...
But what happened in that dream? Foster tried hard to recall, but his face became worse and worse. He only remembered that there was a man whose face he couldn't see clearly in the dream, and they looked into each other's eyes for a long, long time.
It has been with me for so long that it seems like it has accompanied me throughout my life and appears in every corner of my memory.
"Damn!"
Fenster was horrified.
He actually became happy because a man appeared in his dream.
You have to know that he is a pure and traditional white man from the Midwest. He grew up listening to the roar of tractors on the farm and likes to eat oatmeal cookies soaked in milk. After coming to New York, he still relied on the traditional spirit of the Midwest to build everything step by step.
But now, his dreams actually betray his own values...
"No, this must be an illusion!" Fanster was no longer in the mood to taste wine.
He warned himself not to let his mind wander and to get busy, like talking to Red-Eyed Jack about how to force Sith Industries to pay the money.
…
Green and Gold Lane, inside the red and white house attic.
The sun shone through the circular ventilation windows, reflecting the tiny particles floating in the air. They sparkled and danced back and forth under the influence of a ball of water vapor.
The water vapor came from a crucible below, where the liquid was steaming with heat waves, and bubbles of various sizes kept rolling around, bringing out some disgusting gray-green foam.
"Damn! Are you sure this thing is drinkable?" The little spider pinched his nose and hid far away.
"Yes, of course. There was a professor at Hogwarts who drank this stuff for an entire semester." Lynn was actually a little nervous and was trying hard to build up his confidence.
"No, I'm not doubting the Polyjuice Potion, I'm doubting your skills!" Spider-Man felt that the potion should be transparent, crystal clear, and sparkling.
The mysterious liquid that Lin En brewed was more like poison.
"Oh brother, since you said so, don't blame me." Lin En was furious.
He had previously obtained two samples at a charity gala, one from Stark’s hair and the other from Janel Pa…
Now hearing Spider-Man discrediting the results of his month's hard work, he instantly decided who would become who.
"Let's go eat xx!" Lin En laughed twistedly in his heart.
Then, when he saw the same yellow-green vomit appearing in the crucible as described in the textbook, he stopped waving his wand, took down two transparent vials from the shelf nearby, and put a little of it into the crucible.
"This is Polyjuice Potion."
Lynn placed the vial in the sunlight and looked up. A disgusting unknown substance was swirling inside.
"Are you sure we won't turn into toads after drinking it?" The little spider had a bad association.
"OK, just to be on the safe side, let's add a little magic at the end." While Spider-Man wasn't paying attention, Lynn rubbed the mouth of the bottle with his fingers, put in some ingredient contributed by Janel Pa, shook it well, and handed it to Spider-Man.
He took the bottle containing Stark's hair.
Afterwards, he went through the same process again and prepared three bottles.
"Remember, the shelf life of each bottle is not fixed. It could be half an hour or two hours, so remember to always pay attention to the mirror or smooth reflective surface around you to check if you are losing shape."
"Oh, by the way, I've never even heard of the brand of suits that Stark and Janelpa are wearing, so I prepared some casual sportswear. This may arouse other people's suspicion, so remember to be more natural when the time comes."
"Finally, Polyjuice Potion can only change appearance but not voice, which requires us to speak less and, when necessary, imitate as much as possible."
Lynn reminded seriously.
"Listen, I can do the first and second, but the third..." The chatterbox felt the pressure. But then his brows relaxed, "Hey, maybe I can try to imitate it? Mr. Stark's voice is very unique, but I should be able to try."
"No, this is not what you need to learn. Is it "What are you going to do?" or "Dank you very much?" Lin En corrected him in time.
"What the hell, you gave me that Janel Paa tube? Oh shit, I shouldn't have gotten your racial joke so quickly."
"Sorry, you know I come from a gourmet country, so I don't really like the taste of curry." Lynn shrugged and told even more hellish jokes.
…
Inside a grocery store in Queens.
The mutant Jack hiding here closed the shop door and pulled down the security iron door.
His mutations have become more and more serious in the past two days. His hands and feet have shown varying degrees of keratinization, and sharp bones have begun to grow on his fingertips.
He becomes increasingly irritable and has already smashed all the mirrors in the store, but this still doesn't stop the fact that he's mutated.
Now, even without looking in the mirror, he could clearly see his protruding jawbone, and the calloused skin on it made him feel irritated.
"Times of Day… "
Mutated Jack was silent for a long time looking at the suitcase.
After taking this medicine, it means that he will face the final judgment.
But if he doesn't fight, he won't even have a chance.
The mysterious bearded man was right, this was indeed his only chance of survival.
But can he really compete with Iron Man with his own strength
Thinking of this, he opened the suitcase, and there was a blue potion inside.
This is adrenaline. According to the bearded man, it can maximize his physical activity and stimulate the activity of mutation factors, allowing him to gain extremely powerful strength in a short period of time and even achieve the effect of body regeneration.
"As long as I can get through this, I will get everything..."
Fear, anger, greed... Stimulated by these three reasons, the mutant Jack picked up a tube of white injection.