Chapter 3 So, use the little surprise to do homework... "This is incredible!" After Peter came out of that tingling state, he immediately jumped up excitedly: "I dare say there must be something wrong with Osborn. Lend me your computer." He sat in front of Bant's desk and turned on the big-butt old computer. "Om-" The computer case was buzzing. Peter opened the webpage and after a few taps on the computer keyboard, pictures of spiders popped up. "Osborn Enterprises is studying spiders, but they are definitely not just using spider silk." "You plan to investigate Osborn?" "Don't you want to know how we mutated and whether there will be any adverse consequences?" Peter asked. Bant thought, you mutated because you were chosen by the Spider Totem, and I mutated because the Omnitrix protected me. He knows much more than Peter.
But he just shook his head: "I don't want to know at all." Although Osborn Enterprises still has a big gap with Stark Industries, it is also one of the top leading companies in New York City. In this society where capital represents power, going against them will only cause countless troubles. Among Spider-Man's enemies, several have close ties with Osborn. Bant had no intention of becoming a superhero, let alone getting involved in this mess. In contrast, he would rather make good use of his superpowers to make life better for this not-so-wealthy family in the future. So, making money is the most important thing. Thinking of this, Bant felt that the little hero in his watch was calling him. Make some small inventions and set up a company of my own, naming it Parker Industries. Forget it, this name is unlucky, let's change it. The name Parker Industries always reminds Bant of Zhang Parker. "It should be called Primus Technology." He muttered to himself. "What is Primus Technology?" Peter asked without turning his head. "I'm going to set up a company, Peter, and you'll have to work for me in the future." "Very interesting," Peter said perfunctorily. He opened another webpage. This time the picture on it was no longer a spider, but a blond man. "Look, Kurt Connors, a famous biologist. He used to be a colleague of my father and worked in Osborne." "So, you suspect he knows something?" Bant asked, one hand on the back of the seat. Of course, there was no way he didn't know the famous Dr. Lizard. "I want to go talk to him," Peter said, his eyes were like a fire, and he was in a frenzy. He obviously wanted to talk to his old colleague not only for his own ability, but also about his parents who had passed away long ago. Honestly, there's nothing to blame. But Peter forgot that no matter what, his parents would not come back to life. He was deeply trapped in it and even quarreled with Uncle Ben about it. Uncle Ben and Aunt May were worried that he would get hurt. "You can go if you want, but I won't accompany you." Bant has no blood relationship with Peter's parents. He was adopted by Ben and Mei first, and Peter was sent here by his parents not long after.
What is more important to him is to protect Ben and Mei and not let them get hurt. Spider-Man can live without Ben, but he can't! He doesn't care about the web incident. Even if the strong king Spider-Man stands in front of him, Bant will turn into a four-handed tyrant and give him a few punches first! "Don't you want to know what mutations have occurred in your body?" Peter asked in surprise. He couldn't understand why Bant was indifferent to everything. "This may affect our lives. We may become superheroes, or...super monsters." "I believe that if you have the research results, you will not just let your cousin turn into a spider monster." Bant grabbed Peter's shoulders expressionlessly and lifted Peter up easily. It felt like he was lifting a watermelon. "What are you doing?" Peter struggled in mid-air. Spider-Man's superpowers did not reach their peak immediately when he acquired them. They needed time to grow and some training. Of course, it was too easy to lift a skinny young man like Peter. "Of course I ask you to get out. I didn't invite you to my room." Bant threw him out directly, then closed the door and locked it. He planned to keep the matter of the Omnitrix a secret for the time being. It's not to guard against Peter, but to guard against the SHIELD. "First, let me see if I can crack the protection program of the Omnitrix." He turned on the watch again, twisted the raised movement to the pattern of the little warrior, pressed it lightly with his palm, and a burst of green light suddenly filled the whole room. The next second, his body turned into a small warrior the size of a palm - the small warrior looked like a standing gray frog, with extremely huge palms, bulging eyes, and horizontal pupils. "I feel like a lot of mechanical knowledge is pouring into my mind!" Bant exclaimed in surprise. He didn't expect that after turning into a little warrior, not only did his brain become much more flexible, but even some knowledge that he didn't understand before also emerged from his brain. "Could it be that the knowledge of the Gavins can be inherited through DNA? This is incredible!" But obviously, this knowledge is not enough for Bant to crack the Omnitrix. In fact, perhaps Azmis had already considered this possibility, so he deliberately placed the core of the watch on the back of the little warrior. Now, let alone cracking it, it is not so easy for Bant to even touch it. Bant pinched his chin and thought: "It seems that I need a sophisticated mechanical arm to work for me first." However, this is not an easy task for him. The little warrior has a lot of knowledge in his mind, but this knowledge is too advanced for the original Bant. Even Einstein, seeing the twenty-level technology all of a sudden, could only sigh that it was a miracle. "I think I should be more pragmatic," he clenched his right fist and smashed it on the palm of his left hand, obviously having come up with a good idea. "Why not finish your homework first!" Bant climbed onto the desk, where the physics textbook was almost bigger than his body. He grabbed the ballpoint pen that could be used as a gun, bit his finger and looked at the textbook. "Find the minimum value of magnetic induction intensity and the corresponding speed of the sphere?" He shook his head and muttered to himself in disbelief. "These are the things that children on Earth learn? Unbelievable. The intelligence level of children on Gavin is much higher than theirs when they are born." “Simple, too simple!” Bant casually wrote down the correct answer, shaking his head while holding the ballpoint pen and writing down. In less than ten minutes, the difficult problem that usually took me several hours to solve was solved. It was as easy as filling in “1+1=2”. After finishing his homework, Bant looked at the computer screen that was bigger than himself and made a gesture of rolling up his sleeves. "Okay, now, time to get down to business!"
My dears, please read and collect my books. This is really important for young authors. (End of this chapter)