Bob Lee Eagle, a former Marine sergeant, was a legendary sniper.
During a mission, after being betrayed by his superior and witnessing his spotter get killed, he fought off over a hundred armed men and even took down a helicopter. He survived, crawling 16 kilometers through the Middle Eastern desert with only his left leg intact.
Later, Bob Eagle shot and killed the superior who betrayed him from 500 meters away using an SVD sniper rifle. Although many suspected him, no solid evidence could be found.
After retiring, he lived at the New York Veterans Hospital, believing his life would end bedridden—until a miraculous serum changed everything.
Perhaps due to his strong will, Bob wasn’t overwhelmed by the secondary persona that often came with the injection of the Lizard Serum. He defeated this new persona and didn’t turn into the monstrous hybrid that many of the other subjects had become.
Cleverly, Bob pretended to be just like the other test subjects, hiding the fact that he still retained his full faculties.
“The weak and ignorant humans don’t deserve to rule this beautiful planet any longer. We lizard people are more perfect, more powerful. Just as Homo sapiens wiped out the Neanderthals, we will eliminate all the old humans,” declared Colonel Johnson, the leader of the newly transformed lizard people.
Colonel Johnson was an exceptionally large lizard man, more reptilian than the others. His snout was long, and his scales were jet-black. With one foot planted on a corpse, he rallied the other lizard people:
“We need more of our kind! The foolish Oscorp Corporation holds the key to the Lizard Serum! We must take it and turn New York City into our kingdom!”
The other lizard men roared with laughter, picking up the guns used by Oscorp’s armed personnel. Despite their reptilian claws making handling the weapons awkward, they had all been experienced soldiers before being turned into lizards and quickly adapted.
“Boom!”
The heavily damaged containment door finally gave way under their strength. The lizard men charged into the other rooms of the lab, relying on their keen sense of smell to track down the hidden researchers one by one.
This particular Oscorp lab, under the orders of Norman Osborn, had regularly conducted cruel and unethical experiments on human subjects. The test subjects were usually homeless people grabbed off the streets or undocumented immigrants purchased from traffickers.
These researchers, who had once been heartless when dealing with their helpless subjects, now found themselves in the same helpless position. They fell to their knees, sobbing and begging for their lives in front of the rampaging lizard men.
“Look at them, my fellow lizards! These old humans are nothing but weak, self-destructive trash!” Johnson proclaimed.
Bob Eagle’s body trembled slightly. What he had just witnessed in the lab was a nightmare. The depths of human cruelty were beyond anything he had ever seen, even in war. Even he, hardened by years of combat, was deeply shaken.
It was clear that Oscorp had more than one cross-species genetics project. The experiments here were even more hasty and brutal. Subjects were crudely injected with various animal genes, turning them into grotesque monsters. Most of them died from genetic incompatibility or immune system failures and were dissected to become specimens, preserved in formaldehyde.
Only three test subjects survived: a snake man, whose emaciated human body was topped with the head of an old man with sharp fangs; a cat woman, who resembled a sickly, hairless cat, her body covered in patchy ginger fur, her legs deformed and barely able to support her; and finally, a vulture man, the most successful of the experiments. His serpentine neck supported the head of a middle-aged man, while his lower half was indistinguishable from that of a large, bald vulture.
“Crack!”
Colonel Johnson casually crushed the snake man’s skull with his claws and then snapped the cat woman’s neck as she pleaded for her life.
“These pathetic failures don’t deserve to live in this world!” he sneered.
Despite their shared suffering at the hands of Oscorp, Johnson had no sympathy for the other victims.
“Spare me… please… my daughter is waiting for me to come home… I can fly… I’m still useful!” the vulture man begged, his wings flapping in desperation, his face lined with fear.
Johnson hesitated for a moment before releasing his grip on the vulture man’s throat.
“Show your worth, or I’ll rip those wings off!” he growled.
The vulture man nodded frantically, bowing and folding his wings in gratitude. Tears streamed down his filthy face, creating streaks on his dirt-covered skin.
“Kill everyone else. Let’s move out.”
Amidst screams and pleas for mercy, the remaining researchers were torn apart, their limbs scattered across the lab floor. A severed head rolled across the ground, stopping only when it collided with a glass container, where it stared blankly at the preserved specimens within.
Colonel Johnson lifted his head and sniffed the air. A wicked grin spread across his reptilian face.
“It seems we have new guests. Let’s go give them a warm welcome!”
Outside the secret lab, Oscorp riot control vehicles had arrived, surrounding the building. Armed personnel, equipped with the latest weapons, poured out of the trucks. They moved swiftly, surrounding every possible exit. Three elite teams prepared to breach from the roof, the main entrance, and the second floor.
“Take down all the lizard men. Don’t let a single one escape. Kill them all!” barked the former Navy SEAL officer who was now leading Oscorp’s security forces.
Though the lab was in a relatively isolated area, the earlier gunfire had already drawn the attention of New York City residents. They needed to eliminate all evidence before the NYPD arrived.
Oscorp’s connections within the government were not limitless. The earlier Veterans Hospital scandal had already angered the NYPD, and several politicians, sensing a chance to gain public favor, were questioning Oscorp’s actions.
Suddenly, screams and gunfire erupted from inside the lab. The Oscorp security forces stationed outside, tasked with preventing any lizard men from escaping, exchanged confused glances.
They couldn’t understand why these creatures, despite their regeneration abilities, weren’t being taken down by bullets. After all, a headshot should kill anything.
Then, a body came crashing through a third-floor window, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
“Thud!”
The security officer coughed up blood, his body broken and battered.
“Monsters… they’re all monsters in there… run! RUN!”
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