The God Killer in the American Comics World

However, the sudden emergence of Gwen Spider-Woman does not mean that things will progress quickly. On the contrary, there will be more uncertainties.

If history is followed completely, Spider-Man Peter will find his father's legacy, that priceless formula, which will promote Dr. Connors' cross-species genetic research and ultimately give birth to Dr. Lizard.

According to Gwen's version, Peter was bullied by Eugene Flash Thompson and received various unfair treatments. Under extreme depression, Peter was injected with a homemade serum, became a lizard man, and finally burped.

In this life, Ange stopped the bullying just because he didn't want to see Peter burp.

"So, what happens next?"

Ange was looking forward to the changes in the 'plot'. As a little butterfly who reversed history, Ange was not idle while waiting for the wheel of history to advance. For example, he summoned Eugene Thompson.

Ange met the Thompsons in a private room of a high-end membership club.

"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Thompson. I have no ill intentions towards your son. I just want to make friends."

The old Thompson in this life is a retired football player. His son has obviously inherited his genes and is now the school's football star.

After all, Old Thompson had seen the world. Just by looking at Ange's battle, he knew that the other party was a big shot who could crush the father and son to death like an ant.

"Making friends? It's because Eugene has reached a higher level."

"No, no, no!" Ange casually shook his right index finger: "Mr. Thompson, if you have to say so, then only Tony Stark is qualified to be my friend. I never make friends by looking at whether the other person has Money, no matter what, it’s not richer than me.”

The exaggerated lineup of bodyguards, the beautiful female secretary, the absolutely low-key luxurious clothes, and this powerful aura that ordinary people would never have, overwhelmed Eugene.

"Mr. Ange, I went too far today, please forgive me." Eugene lowered his head heavily.

A cold glint flashed in Ange's eyes: "The people you need to apologize to are not me, but Gordon and Parker."

Probably because he had been taught a lesson by his father a long time ago, Eugene agreed very simply: "Yes, I will apologize to them tomorrow."

Before Old Thompson could speak, Ange waved his hand: "Those who haven't left society can only be considered children. I don't care about children."

Putting the words here, Old Thompson naturally couldn't continue.

"I invest in the field of biotechnology, and I am actually more interested in Eugene's genes. If possible, we can cooperate if there is an opportunity in the future." After Ange finished speaking, Black Canary handed a plan to the Thompsons and his son.

To put it bluntly, this thing is just to fool the Thompsons. The plan mentioned in it is somewhat similar to the plan carried out by Dr. Connors of the Osborne Group.

Angle certainly didn't expect the Thompsons to believe him.

But according to history, Eugene would lose his legs in the Middle East war in the future. He accepted an experiment by the American government, which allowed him to successfully combine with the Venom symbiote and become a superhero Venom agent and the official thug of the United States.

Ange doesn't intend to leave such a useful tool to the government.

All his tricks lie in the [limb regeneration experiment] in the plan.

Now that Eugene can run and jump, this is the most limitless point in his life. He feels that there is nothing in the world that he cannot do.

Angle would not go out of his way to hit Eugene.

When this guy really does something like history, it's time for Ange to cut him off.

Sure enough, the old Thompson frowned when he saw this plan. No matter how he looked at it, it was not suitable for the future of his super athletic son. Moreover, the other party hopes to obtain Eugene's genes and needs to draw blood and conduct experiments many times. This made the old Thompson unhappy.

He just didn't dare to have an attack and declined Ange.

Ange was not annoyed: "Eugene, I know you are not convinced. It's just that many things are not what you imagined. How about we give it a try?"

Arm wrestling? I'm good at this.

Eugene was originally the kind of person who had a quick temper. Due to the opponent's power, he certainly didn't dare to have it, but when it came to strength, he was confident that he would not lose to anyone.

"With whom?" As soon as Eugene spoke, his father couldn't stop him.

Ange rolled up his sleeves and put them on the table: "Me!"

At this second, contempt appeared clearly in Eugene's eyes.

Ange's arm muscles seem to be fairly well-proportioned, but that's just the level of a 'relatively strong' ordinary person.

As an athlete, Eugene is an out-and-out muscular man.

His father watched helplessly as his son put his arms with exaggerated muscles on the table and thought to himself: It's over!

The arm he smashed was thicker than the thigh of the secretary next to him!

Ange opposite is the father of the sponsor! If this stupid young man tears someone's arm muscles, it will be a grudge!

His father's mouth squirmed a few times, but he couldn't stop it.

When someone invited me to fight, I accepted it.

After all, these two are still the same age.

What else can old Thompson say as a father?

In fact, not only the Thompsons were curious, Ange's bodyguards also secretly craned their necks.

For things like arm wrestling, there is no need to pay attention to the venue, as long as the table is reliable.

When the two powerful hands came together, as Dana's crisp "three-two-one" countdown ended, the confident Eugene was the first to attack.

Ange was really surprised when he felt a great power coming from the big bear-like hand opposite him.

The system has a power rating of 17 points!

This is absolutely excellent for a mortal.

Let's be clear, Eugene is just a football player, not a professional weightlifter. Eugene's brain is not enough to be a quarterback as the commander of the team. Compared with arm strength, a tight end like Eugene actually pays more attention to leg strength training.

But in Eugene's opinion, he is enough to kill the "weak" rich boy on the opposite side in seconds.

In fact, his initial hunch was right. As soon as he exerted force, the seemingly overwhelming force pressed the opponent's arm down little by little.

The hell is that when he pressed the opponent's arm to the angle between the arm and the table at most 30 degrees, he couldn't press it down no matter what.

"Drink it!"

"Huh-"

"Woo-uh-"

Eugene's exaggerated roar echoed in the private room. I saw that his neck, shoulders, and arms were all blue, and his blood vessels were bulging like small earthworms.

If you don't look at the position of his arm, you would think he is the one being suppressed.

But at this moment, he is still in the "upper hand".

Well, at least on the surface.

He bullied Gordon this morning, and now he and his father's hearts are really beating wildly "Gordon, Gordon".

He has already used up all his strength. Even if Ange on the opposite side is not calm, he still looks at ease!

"What's wrong? Mr. Thompson. Is this the strength you are proud of?" Ange's mockery ignited the anger in Eugene's heart.

"Damn... Ah ah ah!" He flexed his muscles and tried his best to exert pressure to complete the final suppression.

Unfortunately, all his anger is a typical impotent rage. No matter how much he adds, Ange's arm remains motionless.

"Mr. Thompson, since your strength is only this little, then I will fight back." The understated voice brought not stimulation to Eugene, but suppression!

His arrogance, his fury, his resistance, everything he was most proud of, all disintegrated inch by inch under this slow and unmatched force.

Eugene clearly felt that the power coming from Ange's arm, which was one-third thinner than his, was constantly increasing.

The two people's tightly clasped arms were like a pendulum, and began to lean back to the back of Eugene's hand.

This crushing force was completely irresistible to Eugene.

His exaggerated biceps were as ridiculous as an inflatable ball in front of this force.

Without taking the kind of explosive force that was deliberately hurtful, Ange just slowly rolled over at a rate of 5 degrees per second.

"Bang!"

In the last thirty degrees, Eugene gave up, and the back of his hand was pressed heavily on the table.

He gasped for breath, and even tears hung in the corners of his eyes.

He couldn't figure out how he lost.

Obviously, this nobleman who seemed to have nothing but money defeated him in the way that Eugene * Lightning * Thompson was best at.

Old Thompson felt a little sad when he saw his son lose, but he was also silently grateful that at least Ange didn't hurt his son intentionally. A torn arm muscle could be fatal to a football running back.

After Eugene lost, his eyes widened like bells. He asked inexplicably, "So wrist strength is your strongest point?"

Ange smiled and shook his index finger with his right hand: "No! No! No! No! My strongest power now should be [money]!"

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