Meanwhile,
Within a secret laboratory inside Osborn Tower,
A emaciated man sat at an experimental table, and beside him stood a researcher in a white coat.
"How's it going, Dr. Mendel?" the man asked.
Dr. Mendel, sporting thick glasses resembling the bottom of a beer bottle, had his entire face pressed against a glass test tube.
Hearing the man's question, he replied, "Mr. Osborn, the formula you provided is very refined. I believe the current serum is nearing completion. After a few more trials, we can move on to human testing."
"How much longer?" Norman Osborn coughed violently twice before asking.
"Probably... still need over a month. That's the most conservative estimate, as we'll need to conduct at least four rounds of trials," Dr. Mendel explained.
"A month?" Norman Osborn shook his head, "I can't wait that long! You know the state of my health!"
"But..." Dr. Mendel instinctively wanted to refuse.
Performing human tests without prior experimentation was an extremely irresponsible action.
However, the next moment, he stiffened.
In front of him, Norman Osborn reached into his wheelchair and pulled out a handgun.
"If you don't comply with me, I wouldn't mind finding a replacement."
Norman Osborn leisurely toyed with the gun, saying, "I know you're short on money. After this is done, I'll give you a substantial sum."
Gulp—
Dr. Mendel swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Faced with the dark barrel of the gun and the lure of money, he chose to compromise.
"Well then, how should we proceed? Under the pretext of providing care for veterans and send it to the hospital?" Dr. Mendel began suggesting ideas.
Norman Osborn holstered the gun, shaking his head, "I can't wait anymore."
Then, Dr. Mendel trembled.
'Did he want me to do it?' He couldn't help but thought in growing apprehension.
Norman Osborn gestured towards himself, "Inject me, I'll do it myself!"
"Ah?" Dr. Mendel found it hard to believe his ears.
Since when did the self-interested Norman Osborn possess such fearless determination to risk his own life?
But he didn't dare hesitate.
Norman Osborn's gun was still in hand.
Furthermore, he promised to provide him with a large sum of money!
After all, whatever happens with the serum in the end would be his own problem and had nothing to do with Dr. Mendel.
With this mentality, Dr. Mendel moved to the wheelchair.
Norman Osborn set the gun aside, "Go ahead!"
Gulp—
Dr. Mendel once again swallowed his saliva, easing his own anxious feelings.
Subsequently, he assisted Norman Osborn to stand up.
Due to the hereditary illness within the family, Norman Osborn's body was extremely frail at this point.
Despite being in his forties, he looked as thin as a stick, resembling an elderly person in their seventies or eighties.
Removing his clothes, Norman Osborn laid face-down on a medical bed. To prevent him from struggling due to pain, Dr. Mendel fastened metal buttons near the bed to secure him.
Norman Osborn's body was now firmly restrained.
This metal clasp is incredibly sturdy, capable of withstanding nearly a ton of force.
Even a normal adult would be immobilized if fixed in this manner, let alone Norman Osborn in his current state.
After completing all of this, Dr. Mendel opened a container behind him and retrieved a vial of green liquid.
"Do I really have to inject this?" Dr. Mendel confirmed once again.
However, Norman Osborn didn't immediately respond.
Involuntarily, the strange dream he had experienced came to his mind.
About a month ago, on a certain night, tormented by his illness, Norman Osborn had barely fallen asleep by midnight. In his dream, he saw a monster.
This monster possessed an enormous body, entirely green, with a pair of wings on its back, resembling the demons described in the biblical mythology.
Yet strangely, he felt somewhat familiar with this "demon"!
As he reached out to touch the "demon," a formula appeared in his mind.
The OZ Formula!
It could enhance the overall qualities of the human body, granting super strength, super agility, and super constitution. Moreover, it offered immortality, even the ability to be resurrected!
Afterward, his mind was flooded with some strange fragments of memories.
Among them, the most prominent was a scene of combat with an individual dressed in a red and blue tight-fitting suit resembling a spider!
In that scene, he seemed to grow remarkably tall.
Gradually, he understood that he might have acquired some memories from that "demon"!
Upon waking from the dream, Norman Osborn still endured intense pain. However, he remembered everything from the dream vividly!
As a result, he secretly established a biological laboratory within the corporation's headquarters building. He even recruited Dr. Mendel, a prominent figure in the field of biology within the corporation, to research this new serum for himself.
He named it:
The Green Goblin Serum!
"Let's begin!" Norman Osborn gritted his teeth.
Whether this substance was a gift from heavens in his moments of despair or an unrealistic dream, he accepted it.
Because he truly had only a few days left to live!
Observing Norman's resolve, Dr. Mendel refrained from further persuasion.
He inserted the syringe into Norman Osborn's back, penetrating his spinal cord, and slowly pushed the syringe to the bottom.
The green serum within the syringe quickly dissolved into Norman Osborn's body.
Norman Osborn's body trembled from the pain, but he soon regained his composure, lying motionless on the bed.
——
Outside Osborn Tower.
Neither Mark, Andrew Spider, nor Lizard Doctor were aware of the events unfolding within Osborn Tower.
However, they encountered their own troubles at the moment.
Upon the arrival of the police, they surrounded not only Lizard Doctor but also Mark and Andrew Spider.
In the ground-level clash, Andrew Spider and Lizard Doctor were encircled by nearly twenty police cars and over a hundred armed officers, effectively trapping them.
Meanwhile, on a rooftop, Mark was being observed from above by a helicopter.
A police officer on the helicopter held a sniper rifle, and his intentions were clear.
Mark tilted his head back, his enhanced vision allowing him to peer back through the scope at the eyes fixed on him.
He spread his hands and quipped nonchalantly, "Hey, we're here to help you fight the bad guys, and you're thinking about betraying us? That doesn't seem too fair, does it?"
But his quip was ignored as at this moment, the helicopter's broadcast voice echoed: "Lizard, Spider-Man, and another Spider-Man, you are surrounded. Raise your hands and surrender now, or we will take emergency measures against you!"
"Repeat, Lizard Doctor, two Spider-Men, you are surrounded by us."
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