Chapter 26: Donation Dinner
"Mr. Stark, if you stare at my female companion again, I might get a little angry."
While Tony shook hands with Harry, he stared intently at Hurley beside him, which made Harry feel helpless.
"Uh... sure, sorry, but what's her name? Looks like she's mixed race?" Tony turned around.
"Hurley Kaye. She has some Asian ancestry. Don't try to get any ideas; your female companion is still over there waiting for you."
Harry pointed at Pepper not far away, and now Tony looked straight again.
"Thanks for the reminder... I'm going to talk to her about some things first. Excuse me."
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at Hurley, who was snickering.
"This dress looks familiar. Is it the one we bought in Italy?"
"No, it was that time in France. At that time, you were still a gentleman—a minor, I should say." Hurley shrugged. "Your behavior seems not conducive to the development of the relationship , and you actually forgot such an important thing."
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case.
At that time, Hurley was still studying for a degree certificate from a business university. He was about 15 years old—a bit young, only 15 years old.
But now he is.
Just as the two were reminiscing about the past, a man with a tall hairline walked over with a smile.
"Mr. Osborn."
"Who are you?" Harry looked at the person and immediately understood the other person's identity.
"Agent Coulson. Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency." Coulson nodded to the two of them.
"Agent? It looks like I need to avoid this." Hurley looked at the two of them and patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Don't hang out with Stark. Don't accept anyone's invitation; just sit aside like a lady, okay?"
Harry's words made her roll his eyes—no way, it was still difficult for him to change his concept.
"So, Agent Coulson, what do you... department want to talk about? I thought you were here to see Stark today."
Coulson took out a satellite image. It looked like a suburb of New York. There was a fuzzy black dot in the image.
"We discovered an unidentified high-speed flying object from the satellite the night before. According to the images, it seems to have taken off from your residence in the suburbs of New York..."
Harry looked at the picture and smiled.
"I don't know where you got this image from, but it is fake, has been technically manipulated, and has nothing to do with me."
In fact, this picture was faked so well that Harry couldn't even tell it was fake.
But the problem is that there is only one flying object in the picture.
You must know that he and Tony had a supersonic competition that night, and Tony had solved the satellite problem before the test flight—and accidentally covered Harry, so S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't photograph the two of them human racing.
Coulson was a little confused: They had been proficient in deception for so many years; how could Harry directly deny them without even the slightest hesitation?
"By the way, you said you were in some land strategy bureau or something. I want to report something under my real name."
Harry took out his phone and opened the New York City power grid layout map.
"When I was maintaining the power grid recently, I discovered that there were some problems with the power consumption in these places, so I conducted a detailed investigation and found that starting from these places, the power was concentrated into a mysterious area."
Harry drew a circle on the picture.
Following Harry's behavior, Coulson broke into a cold sweat.
"Here. The power consumption is extremely high—after my calculations, someone may be doing underground space work here, but I checked and found that the New York City government has no relevant construction plan. I am considering whether to report this matter."
Coulson yelled in his heart: Stop talking! Do not talk!
"But since you seem to be responsible for homeland security, I'll just tell you. After all, it looks like the water is very deep, and I'm just an ordinary entrepreneur. Agent Coulson, what's wrong with you?"
Coulson wiped the sweat from his brow.
"This is a very serious problem! Thank you for your information; we will investigate this matter immediately!"
Harry smiled, taking it in stride.
S.H.I.E.L.D. is affiliated with the United Nations. It is actually a very poor organization; at least it is very poor now.
But its leader is a paranoid and a gopher, and he feels very unsafe without a secret base—he is probably digging holes in the ground for pennies at the moment.
In other words, it is invisible, especially when the threat is not obvious.
"Then I'll excuse you; if you don't mind, I'm going to enjoy the banquet."
The banquet quickly came to an end.
After dancing, Harry drank at the bar.
"Two vodka martinis, don't sweeten them with more olives, and hurry up." Tony came over, apparently bringing the wine for Pepper.
"We meet again. Where is your female companion?" Stark noticed Harry and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Over there," Harry pointed not far away, where Hurley was talking to someone by the fountain. "And yours?"
"Outside." Stark suddenly frowned. "Have we met somewhere before? Your voice sounds familiar."
Harry smiled and didn't answer.
"Wow, Tony Stark, and the new director of Stark Industries, Harry Osborn! You two are here, are you discussing some big deal?" A woman joined the conversation.
Harry didn't speak. He glanced at Tony and saw that he was also hesitating and looking at the lady intently, as if he was remembering something.
"Christine." The lady helped Tony recall.
"Oh, it's Christine." Tony nodded awkwardly.
And Harry also remembered her. She came to accuse Stark Industries of being involved in a scandal recently.
Tony was of course a little confused when he heard the news. You must know that he has been leading in the mountains for several months since he came back.
Then he looked at Harry.
"In a small town called Gemilla, militants were found holding weapons with the words Stark Industries on them." Harry took the drink mixed by the bartender. "It's the one you invented... it's called Jericho or something."
"Jericho." Tony said with disbelief on his face, "Show me the photo."
In the photo, a group of armed men stood in front of the camera. In front of them were civilians with panic-stricken faces, and behind them were weapons emblazoned with Stark.
"Well, I've seen the photos taken yesterday." Harry also came over.
"What's going on? I didn't approve it." Tony looked at Harry, "Does it have something to do with you? You are new here and have never had this kind of problem before."
Faced with Tony's question, Harry swung his glass.
"I thought you should accept the fact that you were in Afghanistan, Tony. Stark has been doing this for more than a day or two."
Harry's words made Tony unable to refute; he had seen those weapons with his own eyes!
"Also, do you know why there's no news at all about this?"
Harry took out his phone and opened an internal document from Stark Industries.
It proposed that Tony Stark be kicked out of management and only retain his equity.
Signed by: Obadiah Stane.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask him yourself; he is right outside the door."
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Chapter 27: I Want to Be a Driver
"Exactly."
Tony sat down next to Harry in despair. Pepper stood beside him, at a loss for words.
"What did I say? Although we are all peers, he is undoubtedly much darker. People like him are incapable of creation and development, so they tend to use the most primitive methods—plundering and stealing existing achievements."
"And we all know it's a dead end."
Harry had always looked down upon such people, and of course, he would lash out if given the opportunity.
"What about you? Why are you helping me? You want this, right?" Tony seemed genuinely provoked and displayed the reactor embedded in his chest.
In response, Harry smiled and took out something from his bag that Tony couldn't believe:
An almost identical arc reactor—or what Tony calls the Ark Reactor.
"This is impossible!" Tony exclaimed, nearly jumping up. "How did you get this thing?"
"You make it sound like I stole it from you. You can take it back and examine it closely. I made this before you returned home," Harry pushed the reactor towards Tony without any care. "This is the third game you've lost, Mr. Iron Man."
"What? You… Jarvis, compare the voices."
"Sir, the voice match is 99.8%; they are the same person."
The shocking revelation left Tony breathless. He paced back and forth, clearly deep in thought.
"Look, if I were the same type of person as that bald man, I would have sold this long ago. Using it to replace the energy supply in the armor, the military would definitely be thrilled."
"No! You can't do this."
Tony was visibly emotional.
It seems there's some truth to Tony's speculations. He does suffer from mild post-traumatic stress syndrome.
From a playboy and weapons dealer who didn't care about anything, he became a humanitarian who placed all the responsibility on himself.
But this also has to do with his character—he is Howard's adopted son. Once someone like him is sheltered by another's umbrella, he hopes to become such a person.
Simply put, he's not a bad guy.
"I truly didn't do it, but I have my own considerations. I just want to say that I'm not a guy like Obadiah who does it for money."
After a brief silence, Tony spoke first:
"Then what is your purpose?"
Thinking calmly, Tony believed what Harry said was indeed true. The two of them were more similar than Obadiah.
But he didn't think Harry harbored strong anti-war sentiments like him, so what was he up to?
Tony felt a bit uneasy—he couldn't see through this 18-year-old kid.
"Did you squeeze through the bus?"
Of course not; this question was simply foolish. Tony realized that any car in his garage cost more than a dozen buses, not to mention his private yacht and plane.
"Seats on buses are limited, so it is often encouraged to give up seats to disadvantaged groups, which is considered a virtue—or a social responsibility."
"Now, you, Tony Stark, are an enthusiastic young man. Every time you take the bus, you give up your seat to those in need."
"But one day, you didn't manage to grab a seat, and an elderly man got on the bus, yet no one offered him a seat."
Harry spread his hands.
"I don't have a seat to give up, so I can only watch things unfold." Tony somewhat understood what Harry meant. "So, what you want to be is the one who always has a seat?"
"I want to be the driver," Harry smiled, or rather, the car owner.
"I didn't expect you to be a philosopher," Tony said thoughtfully. "Then where will you drive the car?"
"Go to the dock and order some fries."
"What?"
Harry's rambling words interrupted Tony's train of thought.
He didn't lie; these words were his true feelings, but he didn't think Tony could understand his thoughts at that moment.
People's experiences shape their character. Harry, who had a previous life as an underdog, still had the genuine desire in his heart to live a relaxed and comfortable life.
Of course, to achieve this goal, he might do something more radical.
"In short, I am not your enemy. On the contrary, you now understand who the guy who truly needs attention is. If you need help, just call me, but I will also need your help."
Stark had many ways to assist Harry.
Not to mention his intelligence and his magical little inventions—such as Jarvis, which Harry had been coveting for a long time.
Stark Industries also possesses a strong network of connections in political circles, particularly in the military.
Harry said nothing more and turned to leave.
Now that the words had been said, Tony would figure it out on his own, and Harry would continue to deal with his own affairs.
As for helping him deal with Obadiah in advance, forget it. Assisting him in times of need is more meaningful than simply adding icing on the cake.
There's a general election in three weeks, so there's no time to relax.
"Father, how is the air in Washington?" Harry activated the video call.
"It's not bad. The power grid project is progressing smoothly. It's a popular project now, and many influential figures want to use it to extend their terms."
The situation was pretty much what Harry had envisioned.
After Osborne Corporation mastered nuclear fusion, most of the old power companies had to bow down.
"One more thing… the Department of Energy seems interested in purchasing this technology."
This was to be expected.
If one company controlled the nation's energy lifeline, no politician—no matter how foolish—could remain idle.
Money had to be added.
"About this, Father, we can share the benefits with several large energy companies, but the actual control of the power grid must remain in our hands."
"That's what I think too. The details have been sent over there. They should contact you soon with conditions."
The father and son exchanged smiles. It seemed that Norman had already made arrangements.
"By the way, Father, is General Ross in Washington? I haven't heard from him in a long time."
"No, I heard he's commanding a secret mission and is often unreachable. Do you need anything from him?"
The secret mission… it seems to be capturing the Hulk.
Harry fiddled with the USB flash drive in his hand.
This is a neural implant commissioned by General Ross.
When they discussed the military prosthetic project previously, he provided Harry with some data, specifically regarding the Hulk.
He wanted Harry to create a neural implant that would inhibit the Hulk's movements.
However, Harry believed this was nearly impossible.
The data provided by General Ross may seem daunting, but when combined, it is still a carbon-based organism.
Yet the Hulk's actual performance is far superior to that of carbon-based creatures. If one wishes to control the Hulk, his data is insufficient, and Harry's technology still needs enhancement.
But… he does have a neural implant that helps Banner control his emotions.
"It's just that a previous project has reached a conclusion. If you can contact him, please ask him to reach out to me."
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Chapter 28: We Need Such a Troop
"He really said that?"
After listening to Coulson's report, Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was a little confused.
Logically speaking, they should have done a flawless job in covering the secret base. Anyone who might know about it was also involved, making it impossible for them to expose it themselves.
So what's going on with this Harry Osborn?
"He said he judged it based on abnormalities in the power grid."
Is the power grid abnormal? That's quite absurd.
S.H.I.E.L.D. apparently has dozens of legitimate units using the Osborn Group's power grid.
However, these units are all legitimate and compliant, and their electricity consumption fully adheres to the registered information. There should never be any low-level errors such as abnormal power consumption.
After the current reaches their unit, it is integrated into their own power grid. Of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. would not be foolish enough to use the Osborn Group's equipment to monitor its own power grid.
In other words, the Osborn Group should not have known that these currents ended up converging on their underground base in New York.
Of course, this is a normal situation—but Harry has Lenin, a life form in the form of electrical energy.
As long as the electricity flows from Osborn's power grid, Harry can sense where this current goes without the need for detection equipment.
After thinking for a long time, Nick still had no idea.
"Is this technology mentioned in the report?" Nick asked while turning on the computer.
"No," Natasha replied.
"Then let's use our own motor to power it, and be cautious."
This can be seen as a desperate move. The cost of using the motor to supply power has skyrocketed, but Nick knows far too little about Osborn.
"Our recent actions have significantly increased the risk of exposure. Should we withdraw the agents?"
Nick looked down and pondered for a moment before shaking his head.
"This Harry Osborn is very strange. We don't know his details, and we are always monitoring him."
"But..."
"Besides, according to recent reports, even if the agent is exposed, there won't be much danger. His intelligence is very important, and his work takes priority."
When it comes to this, Natasha found it hard to refute.
The surveillance of Harry began when Norman started developing human enhancers and reached military corporation. The original intention was to monitor the Osborn Group, but the focus gradually shifted to Harry.
Norman's project ultimately proved impractical and was halted by the military. During that time, Nick Fury even suspected that Norman would inject the thing into himself regardless of the risks and made a lot of filings for this.
However, Norman did not appear abnormal; instead, it was Harry who had become formidable.
"Anyway, let's just leave it like this for Harry Osborn. Everything will continue as usual."
"The problem now is Tony Stark."
Just this morning, the militant stronghold in the Gemila region was destroyed by unknown forces, and the Air Force stated that it had no knowledge of the incident.
On the other side, an F-22 Raptor fighter jet was destroyed. The Air Force claimed it was a training exercise.
Nick had heard some rumors that the protagonists of the two incidents were probably the same thing—a new type of weapon.
.....
"Not bad, Frank. How is Lisa's recovery?" Harry asked while reviewing the information compiled by Frank.
"Thanks for your concern; she returned to school last week."
Frank smiled and then added, "Mr. Osborn, there is something I don't know whether I should mention, but in the information you gave me, some training methods seem a bit..."
"Too advanced?"
Frank nodded.
Frank had absolutely the right idea; this was indeed military material ahead of its time.
Whether they are Spartans or Pilots, in the original works, they were all super soldiers born to deal with interstellar wars, and each is a legend. Looking at interstellar wars from the perspective of this era is just like how the army looked at it 1,000 years ago—similar to modern warfare.
However, according to Harry's judgment, Frank still completed the task assigned to him very well and sorted out the information according to realistic conditions.
"It's understandable that you think this is too advanced, but from today on, I hope you take this information seriously."
With that said, Harry stood up and took out a large-caliber pistol from his waist.
Out of instinct, Frank's muscles tensed up, but Harry pointed the gun at his palm—
As Frank watched in shock, Harry shot into the palm of his hand!
Boom!
Frank was astonished to discover that the bullet did not pass through Harry's hand!
Harry slowly opened his palm. Although his palm was bruised from the impact, it was clear that the bullet's damage to Harry was minimal...
After undergoing biomodification surgery, Harry's bones had become indestructible.
"Then... what is that?
"We will need such a force in the future." Harry stepped forward and gently patted Frank on the shoulder.
"But who is the enemy?"
"The enemy is the enemy. Did you ask this question when you were serving in the army? Didn't your instructor educate you?"
Frank was taken aback. Although Harry didn't explain what was going on, he could deduce something from the combat information.
In short, it can't be the third world country he once attacked.
At that moment, Harry's cell phone rang, and he waved his hand, asking Frank to leave first.
It was Tony's call.
"Boy Osborn, you lose this time."
Listening to what Tony said on the other end of the phone, Harry shook his head helplessly.
He knew what Tony was referring to—Tony had blown up Gemilla.
Before Tony set off to address the situation in Gemilla, he called Harry: "Do you want to compete again? Boy."
His tone was reminiscent of a Western cowboy.
Of course, Harry had rejected this offer. The Green Goblin's aircraft was not equipped with suitable weapons yet. If he went there, he would only be able to resolve the issue with his fists.
Although it wasn't too difficult for him to tear apart a tank with the help of an exoskeleton, he had no interest in that.
"Did I say I wanted to compete with you in this? Really? Mr. Stark, this is your spiritual victory method."
"I don't care; you lose." Tony seemed to be removing Mark's armor on the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of clattering.
"Mr. Stark, I don't object to you trying to make up for your mistakes, but what's the point of blowing up one or two camps?"
"So what do you suggest? I heard that your dad is running for governor of New York. You want me to help your campaign, right?"
"Yes, so will you do me this favor?" Harry admitted openly, which made Stark a little uncomfortable.
Tony has a great influence on young people, especially after he admitted he was Iron Man.
If Tony could support him once, he could certainly support him a second time—during the presidential election.
"...I'll think about it and say no more. Pepper is here, and I have to hang up."
Leaning back in his chair, Harry knew that Obadiah was about to have a fit, and it was time to assist him in his time of need.
But he still hadn't figured out the weaponry for the Green Goblin's aircraft yet.
Did he really want to tear his tin cans apart with hands?
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Chapter 29: Outsmarting Obadiah
There is a precedent for tearing off Mark's armor by hand in the original work.
In the Civil War comics, an angry Spider-Man opened the box of the Mark Armor in less than a minute.
However, a conservative estimate is that Spider-Man's arm strength is at least 25 tons.
If Harry was equipped with the Mjölnir armor matching the Spartan Project, he could easily tear apart Obadiah's replica armor with his hands, but unfortunately, he didn't.
But he has better options.
The lights in the room flickered, and the computer screen in front of Harry twitched violently.
"Little guy, you can do it... now show an A on it..."
Zi--
The picture was violently distorted, and finally, a crooked A appeared on the computer.
"Good! Now try this..." Harry started operating another computer, which only had a big B printed on it.
"Write down the state of the level... now tell me, what is it?"
Lenin quickly passed through the computer printed with B and then returned to the previous screen.
The exact same letters slowly appeared on the screen.
"Great, awesome!" Harry waved excitedly, and Lenin happily rushed towards Harry—
Boom!
Harry's hair exploded under the action of static electricity.
Harry reluctantly smoothed his hair, eliminating the static.
It feels like teaching a child how to read, but this "child" is a little special.
After a while, Harry's cell phone rang.
"Mr. Osborn, I think there's something you should know." It was Pepper who called. "Obadiah secretly conducted experiments on some kind of weapon under Area 16 of the arc reactor."
Her voice was urgent, as if she was in a hurry.
"Really? What kind of weapon is that? Does Tony know?"
Harry poured himself a drink leisurely.
"I don't know, but the appearance looks very similar to the Osborn Group's ground-powered armor. I have already contacted them... Anyway, it is a certain government department and is heading to that place."
"Okay, I understand. I'll be there right away. You take control of the scene first."
After hanging up the phone, Harry called Hurley again.
"Something happened to Stark Industries. Let our team prepare. The military and Congress will come to contact them immediately and agree to the conditions for them to upgrade the armor, but I want to control Stark Industries."
Obadiah is now the actual controller of the company, but when he is sent to prison by Harry, someone will negotiate terms with him.
"Got it, do you need a plane?"
"No, I'll go by myself."
After saying that, Harry put on his suit, and the Green Goblin aircraft slowly hovered in front of him.
"It's time to get out and do some exercise, Lenin."
Lenin jumped into the aircraft with joy, and Harry quickly disappeared into the night sky.
.....
"Damn it, the Osborn Group's power armor can't stop those things!"
"Then let them evacuate the people!"
In the urban area, the government was in chaos. In order to maintain stability, the army was stationed in the city.
Facts have proven that power armor is indeed more flexible and practical in urban areas.
Although unable to fight them head-on, they are useful in protecting the masses.
In just a moment, the streets were filled with cars overturned by the two unknown weapons. The military could only try to evacuate the crowd and use power armor to prevent vehicles and debris from flying out of their fighting area.
"The battle between the two steel behemoths has injured hundreds of citizens."
Boom!
Judging from the footage sent back by frontline reporters, the scene was shocking.
"Save my parents—"
A little girl covered in blood hugged the guarded power armor. Under the guidance of the little girl, several power armors successfully moved the overturned car and rescued the couple underneath.
Just when everyone wanted to cheer, the car suddenly exploded!
Boom!
"Oh, my God!" the reporter covered his mouth.
The atmosphere at the scene dropped to freezing point...
The camera quickly focused on this scene.
But when the flames subsided, people saw that several power armors successfully protected the injured couple. No one was harmed by the explosion, and the power armors only had some black marks behind them!
"Oh my God! They're okay!"
"Oh my God... they're such protectors!"
"I have to say, maybe I was a little too negative about the military before." Some netizens discussed online.
"Really? But why do I feel that this matter has nothing to do with them?" The military was miserably blamed—there was no way, the reputation was too bad.
"Why don't you doubt Stark Industries? Or Osborn?"
"I doubt Stark Industries; I agree. But Osborn Industries? I'm afraid you don't know, but let me tell you, there is no Osborn branch here!"
"Hey, that's what I thought too. Besides, look at these power armors. My God, they feel so secure."
"What's that? A fighter jet?"
Sharp-eyed netizens saw something moving at high speed in the distance in the broadcast—
"It's a sonic boom!"
It's Harry.
"It looks like you're going to lose to your own imitation, Tony." Harry did not directly join the battle but contacted Tony first.
"Are you going to fly around in circles, or are you going to beat this stupid guy with me?" Tony climbed out of the wall.
"Get me a Jarvis too."
"Did you hear that, Jarvis? You are quite popular. Deal." Tony did not negotiate the price anymore. He understood how much impact the battle with Obadiah would have on civilians.
"Remember the second game you lost?" Harry gave him a small reminder.
This made Harry feel like he was a copycat—after all, Tony himself could think of this method.
Tony was stunned for a moment and immediately understood what Harry meant.
"Of course, that time you jumped the gun." But he was very tough.
Then, Harry saw the two of them flying upwards, like rockets taking off.
Seeing that Obadiah had fallen into the trap, Harry also joined the climbing competition and immediately flew to the same height as the two of them.
"See, Tony, I'm still faster than you. What round is this?"
"Can you shut up for a moment?"
Different from the slightly relaxed atmosphere between the two, Obadiah's face was filled with questions.
"Who is this guy? Would you rather give your technology to others than hand it over to the company?" Obadiah did not notice at all that a thick layer of frost had condensed on the armor.
"Never mind that; how did you solve the icing problem?"
"Icing problem?"
Thick ice blocked the armor's power lines, and Obadiah's armor suddenly lost its ability to move.
Thump.
Tony knocked Obadiah's head hard, and the sound was clear, proving that it was a good start.
"Are you venting your dissatisfaction with being knocked on the head by me last time?" Harry teased.
"Can you..." Before Tony could finish speaking, Jarvis's lack of energy choked him back what he wanted to say.
"Let's consider it a friendly sponsorship this time." Harry lifted Tony up like a small animal.
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Chapter 30: The Birth of Iron Man
Now that Harry is here, of course he won't let Obadiah get up again and then let Stark blow up his reactor
You must know that he will soon control Stark. A drop will help him invest in the company, but if it continues to fall, investors will doubt that there is something wrong with Harry's decision-making.
Boom.
Harry threw the dead Tony to the ground, holding a strange stick in his hand and inserting it into the gap in Obadiah's armor.
"What is that?" Tony asked.
Jarvis told him it was a material he hadn't seen before.
Completing the task of integrating the New York City power grid gave Harry two rewards, one was Lenin, and the other was superconducting material
This stick is Harry's conductive stick made of superconducting material.
"Do you still remember the thorn thunder that exploded on you? This thing can also be called a 'thorn thunder.'"
Click.
Obadiah seemed to be waiting for such an opportunity and was about to raise his hand to grab Harry, but electricity instantly poured into his armor, destroying all the circuits in the suit!
"How is this possible..." Obadiah looked in disbelief. If a random electric shock device could paralyze the armor, then he was doomed?
Of course, a simple electric shock device cannot paralyze the armor, but a living electric energy lifeform can do it.
There is another reason why Harry uses Lenin to paralyze the armor. He needs Lenin to copy the internal structure of the armor for him in preparation for upgrading his own armor.
After all, it was impossible for Tony to hand over the technology of the Iron Suit.
Now, the suit has become an iron coffin.
"The suit looks nice; let's see how many years you can get in jail for this." Harry took back the electric baton.
"Done." Harry took back the electric baton. "You can have someone deal with him, but I suggest you put this thing away."
"I would have done it if you didn't tell me." After a moment of hesitation, Tony continued, "Thanks."
"You're welcome. After all, I will control Stark Industries soon. Let me tell you in advance."
"What?" Tony was dumbfounded.
What Obadiah committed this time is not trivial—selling weapons to militants, privately developing highly lethal weapons, and using them in urban areas, causing major economic losses, etc.
And he has many accomplices.
If Tony were to solve this problem alone, of course, he would have full control of Stark Industries like in the movie.
But now Harry came halfway.
Harry is not a small character. If something like this happens, there are many people who support him in controlling Stark Industries.
"Don't worry; it's just a temporary holding." Harry patted Tony's armor. "If I want, I can even start acquiring Stark Industries. As long as I nod to take over your vacant military industry needs, they will agree."
"But normally, I won't interfere with your company and your affairs."
As for the control, it is only a relative control. When Tony returns to the management of Stark Industries and handles Obadiah's matter, he can still achieve absolute control of the company.
All Harry wanted was to get a foothold in Stark Industries and force Tony to back down.
"In general, the relationship between you and Obadiah is similar to before, but I basically won't interfere with your business."
As he spoke, Harry took out a piece of the Ark Reactor, the specifications of which were exactly the same as the one on Tony's chest
Tony did not take the reactor handed over by Harry immediately, but stared directly into Harry's eyes, refusing to take Harry's things even if he felt discomfort in his chest.
The discomfort in his chest eventually turned into a feeling of oppression, and his face turned pale, looking so weak in front of Harry.
After a while, maybe he heard something else, or maybe he figured it out, Tony looked away and took over the reactor.
"I'm starting to understand your thoughts somewhat." Tony turned his back and put on the reactor for himself. "You want to be the driver, but I will be watching you, and if I see something is wrong, I will take the steering wheel from you."
Harry smiled; as long as Tony let go, he would gain from this incident.
Tony wouldn't have been so easy to deal with in a few years.
After all, the leaders of both sides who started the civil war were somewhat paranoid.
"Of course, supervision is welcome. Don't forget the artificial intelligence you promised to hand over to me."
"Aren't you going to stay for a meal? By the way, why didn't your female secretary follow you?"
"Don't catch her attention!"
Ignoring Tony's invitation, Harry flew straight into the night sky.
"18 years old... I feel like he is 58 years old." Tony sat on the ruins.
"Sir, based on these several contacts, Mr. Osborne's mental age is indeed more than 18 years old," Jarvis said.
"Tony!"
It was Pepper who led the people to find this place.
Looking at the power armor behind Pepper with the Osborn Group logo clearly visible on it, Tony sighed.
...
The whole incident ended with Tony's classic statement:
"I'm Iron Man."
It ended successfully.
But this time, there is still an unsolved mystery about the first appearance of Iron Man.
That is, some witnesses claimed that there was another participant at the scene who could fly much faster than Iron Man and Obadiah. Many people speculated that this person played an important role in this incident.
In this regard, Tony's pride drove him to suppress Harry's existence, and Harry certainly would not jump out to argue with him.
"Actually, that's one of the things I use to... subdue counterfeits."
"Some people say that's Harry Osborn. Do you agree with that?"
"That 18-year-old boy? He is very smart, but do you think their bulky power armor can compare to this?" Tony tapped on his phone and projected the heroic appearance of Iron Man. "His power armor can't fly!"
"But he is still very promising. I heard that his father is running for governor..."
On TV, Tony was talking freely amid the media's barrage.
"How did you convince him? What did you do?" Hauley chased Harry around, asking questions every day like a curious baby.
She seemed to have accepted that Harry would do something with the Green Goblin's flying machine.
After all, Harry didn't even sweat much after he came back. He was still in high spirits and didn't look like his life was in danger.
"It's just a small amount of work. Besides, it's normal for geniuses to appreciate each other. Don't overreact."
"I just sat in the aircraft to observe the latest technology of Stark Industries and then gave some guidance to the local troops using power armor. Other than that, I really didn't do much."
Compared with Tony, who likes the feeling of being in the spotlight, Harry prefers this feeling of mystery.
Yes, it was obvious that I did it, but I just didn't say it or admit it.
Just play.
Moreover, Harry recently found that Hauley's bulging face and glare at him were quite cute
"How was the election?"
The unhappy Hauley could only return to work.
"It can be said that it has ended early."
The results of the gubernatorial election were overwhelming.
Both officials and the public wanted Norman Osborn to come to power.
It even ranked first in the survey of "Who will you choose as the next president?" The second place is Tony Stark.
It's a bit ridiculous, but the result is true.
Norman will officially take office next week, and he needs to take another look at his grand plan.
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Chapter 31
Time passed quickly, and a week later came the day when Norman Osborne officially took office as governor.
"Now, I give the floor to our new governor, Mr. Norman Osborne."
As Harry sat bored, the system that had been silent for a long time popped up a prompt once again.
[Detected that Norman Osborne (trusted by host) became governor of New York State]
[Open social affairs task tree]
[Reward: Psychic Theory]
['Link' view has been loaded]
[Task Release: Power]
[Task content: Control more than 50% of the power in the United States]
[Progress bar: 11%]
The systematic fraud surprised and delighted Harry.
It seems that my system is a corpse type. If I wait for the task to be released, the task will not appear.
Become President of the United States? This was originally his plan.
After the so-called 'link' vision was loaded into the system, he felt as if he had developed a sixth sense, allowing him to vaguely identify other people's attitudes towards him.
For example, his father, in his sixth sense, radiated pride and accomplishment, mixed with a hint of guilt.
Based on the feedback from this new ability, Tony seemed to regard him as a friend, although there was still some concern.
The theory of psionic energy discusses the existence of psionic energy and includes some practices similar to meditation, which still need Harry to sort out and practice.
Harry accepted the reward happily and then waved toward his father.
Come on! Dad!
"Citizens of the State of New York, it is my honor to stand here today to deliver my inaugural address."
Soon, the day came when Norman took office, and the crowd was immense.
"So, your dad is now the governor of New York. Congratulations."
Tony sat down next to Harry.
To be honest, Harry didn't want Tony to come here. After all, Iron Man's presence was too notable, and he didn't want Tony to overshadow his father.
They could only let the media do their work afterward.
"Thank you. So what are you doing here? Isn't it just to say congratulations?"
"Of course not. This is what you wanted."
Tony handed over a disk, which should be the artificial intelligence Harry had requested.
Seeing this, Harry laughed—who wouldn't want an artificial intelligence like JARVIS?
But Harry didn't acquire this for personal use; it was intended for training Lenin.
"That's right. I hope you didn't install any hacker programs in it."
"Of course not! How is that possible?" Tony's eyes drifted into the distance. "Using a hacker program to monitor an 18-year-old child? Of course, it's impossible."
In reality, Tony had indeed installed a backdoor program.
What Tony was thinking was: Boy, are you biased? Let me teach you a lesson.
What Harry was thinking was: It's best not to catch me, or I'll let Lenin give your JARVIS a dimension-reducing blow.
"Is there anything else?" Harry noticed that Tony had suddenly started operating something. "Have you changed your career to an agent? What are you doing?"
Tony looked around, as if to ensure no one was eavesdropping, and then tapped his watch, as if to block eavesdropping equipment.
"SHIELD, have you ever heard of it?"
Hearing Tony's words, Harry was a little surprised: He would actually discuss this matter with me?
"It sounds like some illegal organization. Have you heard of HYDRA? A legendary dark organization. The two names seem to share the same vibe."
"What? Of course, it's not the same thing!" Tony shook his head vigorously.
In truth, it was pretty much the same, and Harry couldn't suppress his laughter: Nick Fury's immediate boss is HYDRA!
"But shouldn't regular departments be called so-and-so departments? What is this SHIELD?"
"This is the abbreviation. The full name is Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. They want to form a superhero organization to..."
"To protect the world?" Harry interjected. "They invited you?"
"Yes! They invited me to protect the world. But before that, I have to be evaluated."
"Intern, I understand."
The word "intern" seemed to irk Tony.
"What? This is just an assessment procedure that an organized department should have. You know that every Stark employee must also..." before joining Stark Industries.
"Internship—of course the Osborne Group has this procedure," Harry countered, blocking Tony's machine-gun-like mouth.
Tony couldn't refute that, and he suddenly became unhappy: It was clearly that One eyed baldie who begged him to join, so why did he have to intern first?
Taking a deep breath, Tony continued:
"Okay, intern. They also invited you, but they don't seem to be sure about the identity of the skateboard guy. They asked me to contact you."
"I reject."
Harry's decisive refusal almost made Tony spit out his drink.
"What? But I think that black guy... is wrong. Their director's ideas are quite similar to yours."
Harry didn't deny this.
Nick Fury's ideas were indeed very close to Harry's, and he also wanted to be a driver.
But Harry didn't think he could do worse than him. Besides, what he wanted was the ownership of the car. Becoming a driver was just a small step on the road.
"I can do better, it's that simple. But if you want to join, I won't object."
As for Tony... at this stage, what he most wanted to do was probably fly around like a superhero and be admired by thousands.
After speaking, Norman's speech reached the final stage. Harry stood up first. He was going to greet his father backstage.
"Let us be together..."
Suddenly, the situation changed. Harry keenly noticed that Norman's speaking speed slowed down and his body seemed to start to shake—
"Welcome to a wonderful... tomorrow..."
Boom!
Norman collapsed to the side.
.....
Outside the infirmary, Harry paced silently.
Norman wasn't too old, and his physical examination reports from previous years had shown that everything was normal, with no recent issues.
In other words, there was no sign of this fainting.
But Harry still had some suspicions.
Retroviral.
Just after Harry transmigrated and confirmed his identity, he had checked the history of the Osborne family.
He had never heard of the Osborn family having this genetic disease, and in his memory, only the Osborn family from the movie "The Amazing Spider-Man" had this genetic condition, leading him to believe that the mystery of this world's Osborne family did not include this genetic disorder.
Of course, it was also possible that Norman had contracted the virus at some point.
Now he had to rethink how to deal with this situation, and if Norman had been infected before Harry was born, there was a good chance he had the virus as well.
Fortunately, Dr. Connors and Peter's blood were still in his possession.
"Harry..." Dr. Connors walked out of the laboratory. "It's a very rare condition; it's a retrovirus."
"...Dr. Connors, that means I also need an examination."
Connors nodded; the atmosphere was tense.
"I understand. But Dr. Connors, I want this to be done in secret, both from my father and from me."
Norman's political career was just beginning, and the spread of the disease would not be conducive to his further development.
And Harry, whether he had a retrovirus or not, his genes would surprise Connors.
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Chapter 32: Retroviruses
"The strength of one arm is close to 5 tons, the jumping height is more than 5 meters, the length is more than 10 meters, the average speed is 56 kilometers per hour, 1000 meters in 50 seconds..."
"Harry, you..."
When Connors examined Harry's body, he found that Harry's muscle cells were different from ordinary people, so Harry simply confessed to him that he was no longer an ordinary person.
And this data is definitely not Harry's limit, after all, he has not participated in systematic training.
"That's not the point, Doctor," Harry reminded Connors.
"Yes..." After saying that, Connors took out another report. "I tested using the RNA virus isolated from your father, and the result was that the same RNA virus was not found in your body."
"So, this is not a hereditary disease? I have never heard of our ancestors having this disease."
"Not necessarily. First of all, the modifications you have made to your body are likely to overcome the virus; secondly, the incubation period of RNA viruses can be very long, and it is not impossible for infected people to live a normal life."
Harry held his forehead. It was pointless to trace whether the disease was hereditary at the moment. The key was how to deal with it.
"Doctor, do you still remember your experiment?"
Connors was stunned for a moment; of course, he remembered.
He has now fully accepted the mechanical prosthetic hand - this hand is much easier to use than a real hand.
Thanks to Harry's technology, this prosthetic not only has extremely realistic force feedback but can also be equipped with a variety of scientific research equipment, making it very convenient to use.
Moreover, superconducting nerve fibers will be officially put into use soon. By then, mechanical prosthetics can even be more flexible than normal arms.
Could it be that Harry wanted to pick up this research again? Connors understood Harry's thoughts very well.
"You want to use the lizard's regeneration ability to overcome this virus?" Connors touched his chin, "It may be useful, but the self-healing ability can only make you return to normal on the surface. This is a virus after all; we still need other ways to solve it."
"Secondly...the lizard serum is not safe and I do not recommend this as a cure option."
Harry was a little bit dumbfounded. Connors had really forgotten his dream after getting the robot hand, and now he was trying to persuade him in turn.
However, to be honest, Harry also felt that it was impossible to enhance self-healing to eliminate the virus, but he had to give it a try.
"Try it first." Harry took out a box from behind.
There are 4 bottles of different colors inside - Green Goblin Enhancer, Peter's Blood serum, Radioactive Spider Serum, and Lizard Serum.
"I want you to try and see if you can combine these three things and overcome their respective shortcomings."
Connors thought for a moment and nodded.
Handing the reagent to Connors, Harry walked into the ward.
Norman has come to his senses and Hauley is taking care of him.
After the onset of the disease, Norman's condition deteriorated rapidly. Patches of green keratin appeared on Norman's body and his face was very pale.
Norman looked at Harry like a dying person, perhaps because he was very proud of Harry since he transmigrated, and his eyes were much softer than Harry imagined.
There is no reluctance or regret of a dying person, just some regrets.
"Son, it looks like I can't run for President of the United States."
"Father, I will cure you." Harry shook his head. "Do you know the origin of this disease? When did you catch it?"
After a moment of silence, Norman spoke the truth.
"It may be a hereditary disease. There are indeed records that some tribesmen who died young died of a cancer with strange symptoms, and the skin would turn into a green cuticle."
"But it could also be...a booster program."
Norman's words shocked Harry - he thought he had convinced Norman not to use the Green Goblin enhancer!
Seeing Harry's face, Norman laughed.
"What? I didn't say I injected that thing." Of course, Norman knew what Harry was thinking. In fact, if it weren't for Harry, he might actually have injected it.
After a moment of silence, Norman seemed to be recalling something, and then continued.
"I extracted the base material of the greem globulin enhancer from a group of biological fossils. It is an RNA virus. This virus can mutate the genes of organisms and strengthen the human body, but it will have very serious negative effects on the brain and even cause people to completely lose their consciousness."
"I tried to remove the side effects of the virus, but you know what happened later, I failed. No matter how I tried, the changes the virus caused to the brain were drastic and irreversible. Now the side effects of the enhancer are already worse than the original version. It's very gentle."
"It's also possible that I contracted the virus during the experiment."
Harry frowned. This paradoxical fact was far from any version of the plot he was familiar with.
Harry suddenly felt an indescribable sense of dislocation in his heart - maybe he had missed something?
And that virus...sounded familiar, but Harry couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"Father, where is that group of biological fossils? Where did you put them?"
"In a secret lab, I froze it."
As if he was wary of Harry rushing to study the thing rashly, Norman added:
"That thing is very dangerous! Son, don't study that thing, it's very dangerous!"
Harry nodded under the gaze of Norman and Hauley.
But he had to go and see what it was.
"I know father, I have a sense of propriety."
"Then you go to work. Dr. Connors is here to watch me. The company is booming now. I didn't expect you to take down Stark Industries."
Norman patted Harry on the shoulder.
Harry smiled and started working on his phone.
"Stark Industries is just the beginning. In fact, I prepared a gift for you. I originally wanted to give it to you after the speech."
There was a whirring sound in the air outside the window, as if something flying very fast was flying outside.
As Norman watched in confusion, a Green Goblin aircraft flew in.
"My aircraft!" It can be seen that Norman really likes aircraft, and his face turned rosy when he saw this thing.
"It seems a little different? You improved its propulsion system, right?" Norman gently touched the aircraft with his hands, "It's a pity that I can't use it myself."
"Yes, I added an electric propulsion system. In addition, I developed a suit for the aircraft, which can help users overcome the adverse reactions caused by the high-speed movement of the aircraft."
"In other words, your invention will have a chance to be published."
Harry had always been obsessed with this, both for his father and for the security force he was about to form.
Chapter 33: The War and the Peace Conference
After leaving the hospital, Harry immediately returned to the secret laboratory at home.
The Green Goblin aircraft, Green Goblin enhancers, and Green Goblin armor were once housed here. These three items were originally matched together, with the Green Goblin Enhancer being the key since ordinary physiques couldn't control the other two pieces of equipment.
Now, there is a better replacement for the Green Goblin armor, and the Green Goblin aircraft has also been improved. The only problem is that the Green Goblin enhancer has not been upgraded.
Unfortunately, there aren't many good resources from Oscorp in this world. Harry remembered that in "The Amazing Spider-Man" movie, Oscorp had a lot of good equipment, such as the rhino armor and vulture wings.
Fortunately, Harry could only improve.
Walking through these collections, Harry proceeded to the secret warehouse of the secret laboratory. He asked Lenin to scan the area, forced open the door, and found the secret safe.
Good guys, this is a standard treasure trove for villains, right?
Fortunately, there were no more hidden compartments, and Harry saw the fossil in Norman's mouth.
The fossil seemed to be some kind of ant, but its appearance made Harry feel very strange. It didn't look like a creature of the current generation—it was too big.
Next to the fossil, there were Norman's research materials.
"...the insect in the fossil is much larger than modern insects, and it is clear that this is an ancient insect that has not been recorded."
"According to my research, the insect in the fossil was not completely dead—or some cells were still alive, which is simply a miracle!"
"...In the insect cells, I found a strange RNA virus. I guess it is this RNA virus that gives these cells their ultra-long lifespan and vitality."
"I injected this virus into animals, and the physical fitness of the experimental subjects was greatly enhanced, but they became very violent and their response to external stimuli dropped sharply..."
"It's like they became...the living dead..."
"So I started thinking that maybe we could use this RNA virus as a blueprint to create a new human body enhancement technology..."
"Ultimately, I decided to name the virus the Progenitor and began my research."
What the hell!
[Abnormal item discovered: Progenitor virus (from the Resident Evil series)]
[Destroy virus samples to obtain a biological technology reward!]
Harry was dumbfounded. This was a situation he had never imagined, and he knew that he might have encountered an origin of the Green Goblin that he had never seen before.
But he never thought that it would be related to the Progenitor virus from Resident Evil—after all, it was something several dimensions away.
However, judging from the description of the system, it seems that the system also feels that the appearance of this thing has affected the style of the world...
Harry did not hesitate and immediately instructed Lenin to break into the container sealing the fossil.
Violent currents filled the lockers, and this strong and sustained electric shock even caused plasma to appear in the cabinets.
No virus can survive in this environment.
[The Progenitor Virus has been eliminated.]
[Reward: Activity Enhancer]
Harry quickly looked up this medicine. It can be injected directly to extend the maximum lifespan of the first-time injector, or it can be used as a cell catalyst in biological modification to enhance the organism's characteristics.
Simply put, it has a wide range of applications, and the effect of extending the maximum lifespan of the injector is too tempting...
But since he can find something whose style is not in harmony with this world, he may have a chance to see other things in the future.
And since this thing is the Progenitor virus, Norman's disease is more likely to be a genetic disease.
This thing looked like it might help Norman's condition, but Harry didn't hold out much hope.
It's time to make other preparations.
Dr. Connors' research may not be effective. Even in "The Amazing Spider-Man" movie, judging from Peter's attitude, this method does not seem to be absolutely effective.
If the reliability of this technology is 30%, then there is something that, in Harry's opinion, has a reliability of over 90%.
That is the Dragon bone of the Hand.
Just as Harry was walking out of the secret lab, his phone rang.
"Mr. Osborn, it seems your father is in some trouble." The caller was a woman who sounded quite young.
"Who are you?" Harry frowned.
"It doesn't matter who we are, what's important is that we have a way to cure your father."
Harry understood immediately.
He knew the Hand was calling.
And what they said was true.
The Hand has another strange resource, which is the dragon bone. Using the dragon bone, they can make people young—an effect much more outrageous than the activity enhancer that Harry just got.
The most important thing is that the activity enhancer is a scientific technology, but the dragon bone can resurrect people, which falls into a metaphysical category.
The so-called way to cure Norman is to let Norman die once and then resurrect with secret medicine.
Relying on this method, the Hand has controlled many big figures to do things for them. It seems that this time they have the idea of the Osborn Group.
But Harry didn't want to be blackmailed, and he was willing to do many things to save his father.
But that didn't include surrender, and he didn't have to.
"Alexandra? You used the same method to control Harold of the Rand Group, and then let him control the Rand Group to cover your drug trade."
Harry wasn't going to let this get to him.
He had many cards to play, and he had even sent the Kingpin to prison. The only thing the Hand needed to do was to hand over the secret medicine, so Harry wouldn't mind giving them a way out.
Just like Mrs. Gao leaving New York.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and then said:
"It seems you know us very well, so what is your answer?"
"Yes, I also know that your base in New York is the Midtown Circle Financial Building. The rest of you are named Sowanda, Murakami, and Boto. Your purpose is the Dragon skeleton under Manhattan."
"I also know that you don't have a Black Sky now. If I think about it, a power armor company will rush into your base camp tomorrow."
"You admire the ancient dueling method, but I like modern warfare. You send things over and get out, or we start a war. It's that simple."
Harry could clearly hear the woman on the other end of the phone breathing heavily, but he didn't care.
He prefers to use legal means to do things. That's because superheroes are everywhere in this world. In a sense, they will all become Harry's employees in the future, and he needs to take care of their emotions.
But for an organization like the Hand, it's best to be more discerning.
"...Young boy, do you think there's nothing we can do against you?" The leader of the Hand softened his tone.
"I know that you have the magical ability given to you by the dragon bone, but I also know that you cannot withstand bullets and explosives."
"War, or keep your things and get out, it's your choice."
Harry's words seemed to have magic power. Alexandra on the other side of the phone could only think of one word:
war!
"You want war? Boy, you've got that."
Boom!
Chapter 34: Come Again?
"Shocked, explosions occurred in many areas of New York City, causing heavy casualties! The Osborne Group suffered heavy losses!"
"Terrorist attack on the Osborne family mansion!"
"Explosions occurred in many locations in the Osborne Group's properties!"
"The gangsters are back in Hell's Kitchen? What really happened to Norman Osborn?"
Harry had already thought of the subject of tomorrow's newspaper report.
The Osborn family's house was blown to pieces. Fortunately, Harry reacted quickly enough and quickly drove the Green Goblin aircraft to avoid the collapsed area.
He only wanted to provoke Alexandra to take the initiative and lure the snake out of its hole, but the other party directly launched a terrorist attack!
Did this woman lose her mind after taking some drugs? No, she seems to be really on something.
But this time it gave Harry enough leverage. If her method of dealing with him was radical, he could use even more radical methods.
Fortunately, he was not caught off guard. The Midtown Circle Financial Building and the Rand Group, controlled by the Hand and Society, exploded at the same time as all electronic equipment and storage facilities, but all the information was copied by Lenin, just waiting for the server to store it.
"Hurley? The hospital was also attacked? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine...Harry, it's just, I think you need to come here quickly, there are some strange people approaching..."
Hearing this, the Green Goblin aircraft reached maximum power, and a huge scream filled the air. Harry quickly rushed to the hospital.
There was also an explosion here, and Harry discovered that a group of masked men in suits was approaching the ruins!
Connors and Norman seemed to be stuck under the rubble, and Hurley was standing in front of them. The Green Goblin aircraft circled in front of her, blocking the masked men from approaching.
Seeing this, Harry narrowed his eyes, and sharp blades protruded from both ends of the aircraft—
**Puff!**
The Green Goblin's aircraft is extremely fast. These ninjas may have been trained, but they can't avoid flying objects approaching the speed of sound!
Killing these soldiers was effortless, and Harry quickly arrived at Hurley's side.
"You're brave, thank you."
"Thank you? I thought there was no need to say thank you between us?"
"Okay, let's put it another way, I love you, I love you so much."
As he spoke, Harry moved away the rubble that was pressing on Connors and Norman.
"It seems that the robotic arm has some benefits."
Connors shook his prosthetic limb. Although this thing was too damaged to be used anymore, he just needed to replace it with another one.
If it had been his original arm, Connors would have been lying down right now.
"Harry, your father was not seriously injured, but the medical equipment needs to catch up quickly, otherwise his condition will deteriorate faster."
"Okay doctor, I have to take my father to the hospital two kilometers away. Hurley, you sit up. Doctor, you use that aircraft."
The modified aircraft is much larger. Although it is a little uncomfortable, it can still accommodate one person.
"Is this thing safe? It looks difficult to control." Connors was a little scared.
This thing doesn't look very safe. There was a sonic boom when Harry came here just now!
However, Connors' worries are completely unnecessary. This version of the Green Goblin aircraft is already very suitable for ordinary people to use - as long as it does not fly too fast.
"Don't worry, it's equipped with simple fixed leg armor. You just need to keep your balance. It's not that difficult to control at low speeds."
After saying that, Harry flew to the hospital.
Connors swallowed and stood unsteadily on the aircraft.
"Hmm... It's indeed quite comfortable. It seems to be more useful than a balance bike." Connors relaxed.
The improved Green Goblin flying machine was indeed a solid investment, and he wanted to ask Harry to get one for himself later.
.....
After settling Norman and others, Harry walked into the ward alone.
The green cuticles on Norman's body had spread, and the situation was very dangerous.
Harry took out the [Activity Enhancer] and immediately injected Norman with it without much hesitation.
This scene happened to be seen by Hurley and Connors who walked in.
Harry didn't speak. The active enhancer gradually spread to every corner of his body with his heartbeat, and the green horniness faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Harry, what is that...this? It's impossible! I mean, how did you do that..."
The scene in front of him shouldn't have too much impact on Connors! Harry has only been home once since Norman got sick, so he figured out a cure?
As his symptoms eased, Norman opened his eyes.
"Father, how are you feeling?"
"I feel a lot more relaxed. I feel like my body is burning. Am I recovering?"
Norman sat up straight and shook his arms, feeling much younger.
This is a normal phenomenon, and the subsidence of symptoms indicates that enhanced cell activity is effective in inhibiting the onset of symptoms.
But Harry shook his head at Norman's doubts.
"This dose can only be used once. It is used to enhance cell vitality to prevent the worsening of symptoms. Dr. Connors, please give my father another physical examination."
"Of course." Connors nodded repeatedly. He was also extremely curious about the changes in Norman's body.
While Harry was waiting for the results of the medical examination, Dr. Otto also called.
"Harry, I heard something happened in New York. Are you and Norman okay?"
"We're okay, but the company suffered heavy losses. The Washington power grid didn't have any trouble, right?"
Norman temporarily returned to New York for the inauguration ceremony, and Harry was not sure whether Otto could conduct business there alone.
"Well, fortunately, I'm not very good at dealing with politicians, but Norman arranged everything."
Norman has indeed connected almost all the connections for the project - after all, this is a project with no harm at all, and it doesn't take much effort to open up connections.
But judging from Otto's tone, it seemed that dealing with politicians distracted him a lot.
"Doctor, you're doing a great job. If you can't handle it, you can slow down the project speed appropriately."
In the current situation, fusion power plants have a huge impact on the economic growth of various states, and politicians in each state are worried.
If you really can't wait and Osborne Group suffers heavy losses and gives you priority to start construction, you have to make some show of it, right?
The Washington power grid can wait, and certainly the Chicago power grid can wait.
"Max, how's the Chicago Grid push going?"
"Uh... Mr. Osborne, the situation is not very good... It seems that some local organizations are not friendly to power grid construction."
Harry was stunned. What was the situation in Chicago? Don't they know that the drop in electricity prices would be beneficial to many aspects?
However, Max's social skills are much worse than Dr. Otto's, and Harry is not sure whether this is Chicago's problem or Max's problem.
"Well...it doesn't matter, you just do what you want, as long as the politicians don't stop you. As for the civil organizations, let the state government solve it for you."
"Yes, Mr. Osborne."
After the phone call, the results of Norman's physical examination came out.
Connors stared at the report with eyes as wide as bells.
"Incredible... Cell activity has doubled, telomere length has increased significantly, and immune system activity has increased significantly. This is also the main reason for the regression of the disease..."
"How did you do it?"
"Doctor, I am a genius, remember? Besides, there are Iron Man in the world, what is a small active enhancer?"
Besides, activity enhancers cannot cure retroviruses.
Harry ignored the topic lightly, and only Norman looked at Harry thoughtfully.
"Son...you won't extract the virus from the fossil, right?"
"No. I found some useful information from my research notes and then made the potion."
Norman was a little dubious - could his research data really produce this thing?
"Anyway, father, it's time for you to leave the hospital now, and some blind gangsters are coming out to cause trouble again."
The father and son smiled.
The feeling of beating Kingpin last time was still fresh in his mind, and this time someone jumped out and got slapped again.
It's time for them to understand what real organized action is.