Chapitre 63: C 63
These policemen, including Spider-Man, had no idea how the Lizard, who had jumped from Oscorp Tower, suddenly vanished. Anton, however, knew exactly where to find him: deep in the sewers.
Connors had only recently transformed into the Lizard, but Anton understood that he now had a connection to the sewers that few could match.
When Spider-Man and the police surrounded him with heavy firepower, the only way out was down, into the dark, twisting tunnels beneath the city.
Once in the sewer, Anton easily picked up on the Lizard's trail. He squelched through the murky water, determined to track down Connors.
Ahead of him, Connors, now in his monstrous form, sprinted deeper into the sewer. After a while, he finally began to calm down, the initial manic excitement of his transformation giving way to something like relief.
Years of suffering, of struggling with his disability, were over; his right arm, now regrown, was stronger than he'd ever imagined. Confidence surged through him—perhaps too much confidence.
He hadn't yet realized that he'd unknowingly provoked a truly terrifying opponent.
Meanwhile, back at Oscorp Tower, Spider-Man hesitated. The Lizard had vanished, but Peter knew that Connors needed help, and fast.
He dashed into the building, determined to use the lab equipment to create an antidote that could reverse Connors' transformation.
At the same time, Eddie Brock arrived on the scene with Phil, rushing over to meet New York Police Captain George Stacy.
"Captain Stacy, any word on that lizard-man?" Eddie shoved his microphone toward the captain, eager for a scoop.
Captain Stacy grimaced, glancing at the crowd of reporters. It was clear that today was a lost cause for the police. They would undoubtedly make headlines for their failure to contain the situation yet again.
In the sewers below the Manhattan Bridge, Connors kicked open a grate and climbed out. The bridge lights shimmered on the Hudson River, and he let out a roar of exhilaration.
Even in his monstrous form, he relished the freedom and power that came with it. He was no longer bound by the frailties of his human body. Just as he began to revel in his newfound form, a deafening boom rang out.
A rocket-propelled shell whizzed toward him, trailing a fiery plume. Connors spun around just in time to glimpse a figure at the end of the sewer tunnel.
It was unmistakably a humanoid mech, with two long "ears" on its head—a figure the public would recognize instantly as Batman. Before Connors could react, the rocket exploded, flinging him into the Hudson River and scorching his scaled skin.
Emerging from the shadows, Anton—decked out in his rabbit mech suit—walked toward the sewer's edge. Through his heat sensors, he could see Connors thrashing in the water below.
Despite the direct hit, the Lizard wasn't going down so easily. His self-healing abilities, a side effect of his genetic experiments, allowed him to recover rapidly from the injuries. For Connors, unless he was killed instantly, he could heal from almost any wound.
The river gradually stilled, yet Anton remained vigilant.
Suddenly, Connors burst from the water, his long, powerful tail whipping behind him, and lunged at Anton with all his might. But Anton was ready.
His armor's sensors had tracked Connors' every move. With a swift leap, Anton dodged the attack, then descended with precision, landing on the Lizard's back and slamming his fist into Connors' skull.
"Ugh, you…!" Connors bellowed in fury, flipping over and throwing Anton off. They tumbled into a vicious brawl, their blows echoing in the night.
The Lizard's fists, powered by tons of force, made Anton's rabbit armor groan under the pressure. But Anton had faced similar threats before; Kingpin's strength was comparable, if not more intense due to his grueling training.
Connors, on the other hand, was a scientist who had taken a shortcut. The genetic serum had given him strength but no training, no discipline.
While Connors lashed out wildly, Anton's combat skills—enhanced by Batman's "Master of Fighting" expertise—allowed him to anticipate and evade.
Dodging a strike, Anton retaliated with a powerful punch to Connors' face, immediately following it with a shoulder-launched missile. The Lizard shrieked in pain and dove back into the river, which exploded seconds later in a fiery plume.
As Anton watched Connors climb onto the Manhattan Bridge, he frowned. This was getting messy. The Lizard's combat power wasn't extreme, but his self-healing ability and resilience were relentless.
Anton could withstand a prolonged fight, thanks to his armor's repair capabilities fueled by fan points, but it was clear that Connors had a plan: the Lizard had his eyes set on the civilians stranded on the bridge.
"Trying to use them against me?" Anton's eyes narrowed.
Without hesitation, he fired his grappling gun, using it to swing forward and intercept Connors on the bridge.
With a mighty flying kick, he sent the Lizard hurtling several meters back, crashing into an empty car. The driver, noticing something was off, had abandoned it moments before.
As the Lizard recovered, bystanders began screaming and fleeing their vehicles, causing a traffic jam. Standing atop a nearby car, Connors roared with rage, but Anton's answer was an iron fist. The force of his punch distorted the Lizard's face, even knocking loose several teeth.
Anton didn't stop there. Seizing Connors' arm, he activated the armor's power to its limit, red light flaring from the joints. His face under the mask twisted into a mocking grin as he wrenched Connors' arm with brutal force.
Crack! The sickening sound of shattering bones echoed through the night.
Connors shrieked in agony as blood gushed from his right arm. Enraged, he tried to retaliate, but Anton was relentless. With another mighty pull, he tore off the Lizard's leg, spraying even more blood across the bridge.
In an instant, Connors' strength waned. His self-healing could only do so much with such severe injuries, and he was close to losing consciousness.
His monstrous roars had faded to whimpers, his strength sapped by the overwhelming pain and blood loss.
Covered in the Lizard's blood, Anton's rabbit-themed armor appeared almost demonic in the dim bridge lights—a vision of destruction emerging from the depths of hell.
Connors collapsed to the ground, too weak to continue. Anton planted his boot firmly on the Lizard's chest, his face a mask of cold determination.
The onlookers, who hadn't cared much for Batman before, now stared in stunned silence. No one dared to question him. For the first time, they truly understood the fearsome side of their so-called hero.
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