With a loud shout, Peter woke up from the dream, gasping heavily and drenched in cold sweat. This nightmare had been haunting him for the past two days.
Peter, inherently kind-hearted, couldn't forget the desperation of those people before their deaths. Enormous guilt continued to torment his soul.
Peter could only immerse himself fully in his work, attempting to divert his attention. The transgenic grafting technology had made significant progress; only the final patent application was pending before production could begin.
However, late at night, Peter, alone in his room, involuntarily thought of those people. When unable to sleep, he impulsively developed a spider silk launcher that could complement his abilities and even crafted a masked combat suit.
But after creating these things, Peter locked them in the wardrobe. He couldn't abandon his current life, and perhaps creating these was just a form of self-consolation.
When Harry woke up and saw his monstrous image through the storage room's glass, he first unbelievably touched his face. Upon realizing it was not an illusion, his heart plunged into an abyss.
As the saying goes, if you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence. Following the cruelty and anger brought by this new body's genes, Harry naturally blamed everything on Peter.
This is the dark side of human nature. When facing setbacks, most people push the blame onto others for self-comfort.
In fact, if Harry had a little more patience, Peter would have developed a perfect healing serum within a few days to fix the genetic defects in Harry's body. However, reality is never so ideal. Making the wrong choices at the wrong time leads to consequences beyond imagination.
Thinking of how Harry was once young, handsome, wealthy, and in a superior position, but now transformed into a monster, one couldn't help but Marvel at the twists of fate! (Pun from translator :)
Half an hour later, in the office of the current chairman of Osborn Industries, Harry, wearing the Green Demon armor, sat on the boss's chair, eating the fast food just delivered. After all, avenging oneself is impossible on an empty stomach.
When Harry finished the third serving of fast food, the person he had been waiting for finally arrived.
A middle-aged, bald man pushed open the door and walked in. Following him closely was a fully armed bodyguard.
This person was the leader overthrowing the Osborn regime, with all other top executives having been killed by Electro. After these two days of back and forth, he finally stabilized the situation of the Osborn Group.
"Harry?" The middle-aged man, uncertain, spoke after entering. However, his personal bodyguard immediately pulled out a gun and aimed it at Harry. Judging by Harry's current appearance, it was obvious that he was hostile. Otherwise, why wear the armor?
Seeing the main character arrive, Harry grinned and subconsciously licked his mutated fangs, making the bodyguard even more nervous.
The next moment, Harry directly took out a gift box and handed it to the middle-aged man.
"This is a gift for you."
After speaking, he stuffed the gift box into the man's arms, ignoring the bodyguard's gun, and walked out of the office.
The middle-aged man hesitated but still opened the gift box. Although he could clearly see that something was definitely wrong now, the man's inherent impression of Harry misled him into thinking it was just a prank by a kid.
However, when he saw what was inside the gift box, his pupils suddenly contracted. Subconsciously wanting to throw the gift box away, the bodyguard also sensed that something was wrong. He tried to tackle his boss to the ground, but it was too late. The countdown of the pumpkin bomb inside the gift box had already reached zero.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a violent explosion, the middle-aged man and his bodyguard were instantly blown into a bloody mess. They didn't even have a chance to struggle. The newly installed glass in the building was also shattered into pieces. The strong wind from the high altitude blew into the office, dispersing the smoke and dust.
Harry, leaning against the wall outside the door, walked in, confirming that these two people were dead. Excitedly, he licked his fangs and then activated the flight device on the Green Demon armor, flying out of the Osborn Building with a burst of maniacal laughter.
Now, his target was only Peter. He remembered that when checking Peter's information before, the file included Peter's home address and the name of Peter's girlfriend. Since Peter brought him despair, he felt the need to give Peter a generous gift.
For some reason, Peter felt uneasy throughout the day, often daydreaming even during experiments, leading to frequent mistakes.
Suddenly, a ringing phone broke the silence. Peter took out his phone, and for some reason, he hesitated to answer this call.
When Harry's familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the phone, Peter finally understood the source of his unease.
"Peter, I thought you would bring me hope, but instead, you brought me despair. Now it's time for you to experience what I feel."
Listening to Harry's crazed words, Peter was completely panicked.
"Harry, what do you want to do? Don't act recklessly. I've already prepared the healing serum, and I'll bring it to you now."
"Hahaha, at the critical moment, you realize the need for compensation, but it's too late! Meet me at the New York Bridge. I'll give you 30 minutes."
"If you're late, you can bid farewell to your uncle, aunt, and your little girlfriend. Hahaha."
In an instant, Peter's mind went blank. He immediately picked up the healing serum from the testing table and frantically rushed home.
Five minutes later, when Peter saw the usually neat and tidy house now in disarray, he finally believed Harry's words.
Peter didn't call the police or seek help. Instead, he went to his room, took out the combat suit and spider silk launcher that he had locked in the wardrobe, and, carrying the healing potion, headed to the cross-sea bridge.
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