Chapter 35: Alexandra Lost Her Mind
"Norman Osborn is discharged from the hospital."
"What? That's impossible!"
The news about the mysterious man left Alexandra in disbelief. Her ninja had seen Norman Osborn dying in bed, terminally ill!
Her reaction made the mysterious man almost laugh in anger.
"What's wrong with your mind? The plan was to contain the Osborn Group first, not for you to actually blow up their house now! This is a terrorist attack, do you understand?!"
What's more, apart from some inconsequential losses, the Osborn Group has done nothing, and the Hand didn't even capture a single hostage.
If you had the guts to blow up a nuclear fusion power station, this mysterious man might have nothing to say.
If they had taken the time to plan, they might have caught Osborn off guard.
But now, the most it can do is give Osborn a scratch.
Alexandra calmed down, feeling only regret.
But the more she regretted and felt uneasy, the more powerful her nameless anger became!
"There's no point in saying this. Norman is going to give a speech tomorrow. We'll do it then."
"We create chaos on the scene and kidnap him in full view, just like we have done in the past!"
"What? Do you understand? This is the 21st century, and that is the governor of New York! There is really something wrong with your brain! The cooperation is terminated!"
Communication was cut off.
It seemed that this mysterious man was really scared. If he didn't run away now, it would be later. This woman's mind seemed to be a little abnormal.
However, after the explosion, it can be said that the Hand and the Osborn Group have become enemies, and there is no point in surrendering now.
She is not someone who would sacrifice her life for righteousness.
The mysterious man was offline and Five Fingers was online - but Mrs. Gao was absent from the meeting.
"Has Mrs. Gao not received the news yet?"
"It's almost time. She should be back soon."
After a brief question and answer, the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.
Botu was the first to speak: "That's not the plan. We put forward conditions, but it doesn't mean we have to enmity with Osborn."
Suowanda also agreed with the other two: "You should see more of the performance of those powered armors on the battlefield."
"We shouldn't do that." Murakami was much angrier than the other two. "You are playing with fire. If you are not clear-headed, we don't mind changing our leader."
"That's enough!" whispered Alexandra. "He was the one who declared war first."
She threw out a voice recorder and played Harry's voice.
"Hand over the secret potion and get out of New York."
Everyone looked at each other, speechless.
"Now you understand? It was he who decided to start the war, not me." Alexandra sat back in her chair. "The question now is how to respond."
The scene fell silent.
How to deal with it? That's the Governor of New York and the Osborn Group.
The three fingers at the scene wanted to throw this crazy woman out, but at this juncture, they still needed to unite and figure out a way to appease Osborn.
"What now? Norman Osborn is about to give a speech in New York Plaza. What should we do?"
"All those who could be used and their families were placed in the protected area established by Osborn. The prosecutor's office began an investigation into the company, and the New York Police Department began to demolish Hell's Kitchen again."
Sowanda stated the dilemma they faced.
Alexandra had a terrible look on her face.
"Then let's go straight and kill Osborn."
...
On the other side, Norman reappeared in front of the public. Although he was still a little unwell, these minor problems could be completely concealed through professional makeup.
"Citizens of New York. I'm sorry that during my inauguration ceremony three days ago, I collapsed on the podium due to fatigue."
"It seems to make the bugs hiding in the dark think New York State is in a state of exhaustion."
"They recklessly triggered large-scale explosions all over New York, causing tens of thousands of casualties and losses!"
"There is no doubt that this is a bad terrorist attack! This is the result of our lax law enforcement in the past!"
"Tell me if New York State can tolerate a terrorist attack!"
The crowd watching the press conference either live or on TV all shouted:
"No way!"
"So, I hereby declare that from now on, New York will enter a state of emergency until the mastermind behind it is caught!"
"Citizens whose lives have been affected due to the state of emergency can apply for relief funds at the relief office. This relief fund will be sponsored by the Osborn Group!"
Harry walked onto the stage, nodded and smiled at the crowd, and stood next to Norman.
People who were originally worried about this measure immediately dispelled many of their doubts.
In addition to his speech, Norman directed districts to cycle through last year's cleanup of Hell's Kitchen and the damage caused by gangsters.
Of course, there are still some media reports that the explosion was caused by the Osborn Group itself, but Harry promised that these media will change their story tomorrow.
At this moment, the NYPD discovered that the cameras on the street appeared to have been massively vandalized.
"Harry, there is a group of men in suits wearing black turbans who seem to be approaching the lecture venue. What's wrong with their outfits?"
Frank monitored the streets and buildings from the sky and couldn't help but complain after reporting to Harry.
Not to mention that Frank would have such thoughts, Harry had already complained in his heart several times.
Brother, you are a ninja. The ninja in Japan. You now wear a headscarf, a suit, and even leather shoes...
Maybe it's not necessarily because he was assimilated by the gang.
Harry shook his head and turned on the camera that was damaged by his hand.
Of course, the correct operation of the camera requires that the circuit be intact, but Lenin can penetrate the air and, as long as the distance is not too far, it can reconnect the damaged circuit.
Although not all cameras have this condition, it is enough.
"Director Stacey, the video has been restored! There is a group of strangely dressed people holding scythes approaching the venue..."
"What?"
Everyone in the command room had strange expressions.
Why do ninjas make people think they are so handsome? Of course, they come and go without a trace.
When they are exposed to surveillance, they look a little silly.
"...The governor really got it right. Is the power armor law enforcement team in place?"
"Everything's ready."
The poor ninjas didn't know what was waiting for them.
"In order to ensure the safety of law enforcement officers and citizens, the New York Police Department has introduced the latest police power armor from the Osborn Group!"
The crowd in the front row cheered first, while those in the back row screamed!
Ninjas poured out of the building like cockroaches, but before they could rush into the cordon, armored vehicles quickly surrounded the scene, separating them from the speech site!
Bang bang, bang bang--
The power armor printed with the police badge and the words "Osborn Group" stepped out of the armored vehicle, blocking the ninjas from the outside like a steel wall.
The scene was quiet for a while.
"It looks like these terrorists picked a bad day." Norman looked at Harry, and the father and son looked at each other and smiled.
"Just like when I was a kid and picked you to secretly open a bottle of champagne when you first came home." Harry shrugged.
The tense atmosphere was instantly relieved, and the fear caused by the ninjas' costumes and the terrifying weapons in their hands was instantly eliminated. The citizens showed their middle fingers to these ninjas.
Among the audience were some simple Hell's Kitchen residents whom Harry had specially invited to support him. They took off their pants and peed on the ninja on the spot.
It turns out it's human nature to vent insults at bad guys, and soon even people who aren't from Hell's Kitchen are joining in on the fun in one way or another.
Of course, it is a very small number of people who take the piss.
"Unforgivable!"
The ninjas rushed towards the cordon as if they were on hormones. Unfortunately, even a pot-bellied policeman who neglected to exercise could fight against these well-trained ninjas with the help of a powered exoskeleton.
Not to mention the power armor equipped with electric shock gloves.
Moreover, these police officers wearing powered exoskeletons and powered armor have been strictly screened, and their combat effectiveness is completely guaranteed.
"Frank, how's the situation in the reserve?"
Harry also set up a protected area based on the experience of the last operation - the families of all those involved in the operation, as well as the families of police officers equipped with new weapons, will be protected here. Of course, some important witnesses will also be sent here.
On the other side, Frank, wearing combat armor, crushed the ninja's neck in the alley.
Behind him, corpses littered the field.
"All wiped out."
Throwing the body away, Frank jumped onto the wall. The equipment on his feet allowed him to move on the wall like an ice skate. Behind him, a blood-stained aircraft kept pace with him.
Even without the gear, Frank can terrorize Hell's Kitchen as the Punisher.
With Harry's help, he could kill these soldiers like cutting melons and vegetables.
These damn gangsters killed his wife and kids, and now he had the chance to take revenge and resurrect his family, and he was certainly excited to do it
!
Harry didn't stop and went after the next group of ninjas.
"...The battle at the scene is over."
The on-site police, firefighters, and reporters were all dumbfounded.
Norman and Harry even continued their speeches in a leisurely manner.
"The public can rest assured that there is no need to be afraid in the face of evil! We have the best weapons and equipment, and we will always protect the public!"
"Maybe some media will report that it is not good for the police to be equipped with these new weapons, but I want to say that this is not only our police but also the equipment of the entire New York people!"
"All New Yorkers who want to live a stable life should actively stand with the police to defend the city!"
"...The group of terrorists we captured today will be displayed in front of the TV. We will prosecute them and sentence them to death! We will not tolerate any terrorists!"
The crowd applauded warmly again.
And just after a night of heavy rain, New York returned to peace.
Afterwards, Harry, who had been watching the whole event, finally found something to write about.
"Yesterday's ninja attack on Governor Osborn caused 26 injuries and 7 deaths, but a group of gangsters attacking police in power armor shows just how dangerous Hell's Kitchen is!"
"Now the New York Police Department has taken the lead in equipping power armor from the Osborn Group. Although this has brought some controversy, the citizens' support rate has reached a new high!"
"The public generally expects the New York Police Department to effectively fight crime, and Governor Osborn's approval rating has reached its highest level since taking office!"
"Those who accused the New York Police Department of military-style law enforcement have disappeared, and their accusations have become a joke. Most people said: 'The ninjas were really stupid'."
"The fact that the police are equipped with power armor not only reduces the number of casualties of police officers but also helps to protect the safety of ordinary citizens."
"It is said that the Osborn Group has plans to sell power armor to the New York State National Guard..."
Norman read the report on the front page of the newspaper with satisfaction.
He knew it would be a good choice for Harry to take on the Hand with some new gear.
So far, it seems that New York has suffered no damage.
"However, even if you can survive the thunderstorm, you may not be able to escape the catastrophe."
Chapter 36: Armored Company Rider Face
"What did you do?"
"Are you crazy!"
The scene of the speech was broadcast live in real-time, and everyone saw the one-sided battle! No matter how well-trained a ninja is, it is impossible for them to confront those behemoths head-on!
The video spread beyond New York; people across the United States saw these fools exposed in broad daylight.
"Kidnapping Norman Osborn in public? What's wrong with your mind!" Murakami was so angry that he began to speak indiscriminately.
Alexandra stood frozen, her limbs trembling, as she groped towards the drawer.
"Are you even listening to us? What are you looking for?"
Alexandra took out a bottle of small yellow pills from the drawer—medicines they sold themselves.
"Damn it! You've gone crazy!"
The three of them went offline at the same time. Running away was now impossible, and it was time to prepare for the funeral.
Alexandra sat weakly on the chair after taking the drug.
Harry's voice rang out in the empty conference room.
"Look, ma'am, there's nothing you can do against me. Kidnapping, murder. Didn't Kingpin tell you how I beat the crap out of him?"
Kingpin also played a small role in the event.
The Hand would help Kingpin move the prison, and Kingpin would use his remaining power as a cover—just in time for Norman to catch a model after he takes office.
Kingpin was very afraid of Harry, but if he didn't find a chance to transfer the prison, he might really have to spend more than 600 years in prison in New York.
But can he really run?
Alexandra was silent; she didn't know what to say.
"You control my mind..." Alexandra seemed to sober up after taking the medicine.
Recalling her behavior after making that phone call, she only felt that a nameless anger had been controlling her, driving her to act irrationally.
She hadn't taken drugs much since then, and now that she thought about it, it indeed seemed abnormal.
"I don't have that ability," Harry smiled. "But I've recently learned some new tricks that work great for people like you."
"I..."
"I'm downstairs, ma'am. Do you remember when I said there would be a power armor company riding on your face? Come down and see the power of technology."
Alexandra finally heard heavy footsteps from downstairs. Looking out the window, she saw several blocks surrounded by National Guards!
Harry was holding the side of the armored car with one hand while calling Alexandra.
"Although it's a little late, I've prepared a reinforced company for you. I hope you like it. Also, don't try to fly if you want to be more respectable."
After Iron Man appeared, the military had long asked Harry to upgrade the equipment of the Osborn Group. Of course, Harry upgraded it, but the New York State National Guard was the first to use the new version of the equipment.
The new version had made some comfort and mobility upgrades based on the technology of the steel suit, but the positioning remained unchanged.
"Ma'am, this is war, but you don't seem to be very good at fighting."
"Assassination and kidnapping are not called war. This is war. Come on down, I have prepared an exclusive seat for you."
Harry's taunting tone finally made Alexandra snap, and she crushed the phone on the spot.
What more can be said? Powered armor is arriving at your doorstep.
As it turned out, Mrs. Gao's withdrawal from New York was a wise choice.
Powered armor is much stronger than tanks in every aspect except firepower.
If tanks had rolled into New York City, the citizens would have exploded, probably shouting "Nazi" by now.
But what about powered armor?
"New York State has its own Iron Man!"
"[Photo with Power Armor]"
"They look really strong...I have a bold idea."
"I wonder if it will be sold to private individuals. I heard that the latest model of power armor sells for only $700 million."
"Only? This is much more expensive than a tank, bro!"
"Norman Osborn is the coolest governor in history!"
"Crush these terrorists!"
Public opinion has risen. This situation is closely related to Iron Man, and it is easier to guide public opinion.
Thank you, Tony.
On the other hand, it had nothing to do with Alexandra's out-of-control behavior. Labeling it a terrorist attack was not unfair.
The abilities mentioned in the psionic theory work very well on drug addicts. Even Harry didn't expect that Alexandra would blow up as soon as she hung up the phone.
People who lose their minds are really terrifying.
Seeing Harry in a suit and leather shoes, accompanied by beautiful women and soldiers, Alexandra felt helpless.
"This is my company; the National Guard should not be here!"
Even if you are tired, you still have to do what you have to do.
"Wow, don't say that. There are more than just National Guards here. Let me introduce them to you."
"This is a law enforcement officer from the Federal Tax Service, this is a prosecutor from the New York State Attorney's Office, this is Officer Misty from the New York Police Department, this is the FBI..."
"Shut up!" Alexandra looked like a menopausal aunt to Harry. "You have no evidence!"
"I do." Harry walked forward slowly and whispered in her ear, "Do you remember when your company's equipment exploded?"
"Although it may not be complete, it is entirely sufficient to initiate an investigation. How many years in prison do you want to serve?"
Seeing Harry approach, Alexandra's expression turned cold, and she pushed Harry with her hands!
Harry only felt a heavy hammer on his chest—maybe a hammer weighing several hundred kilograms, but don't forget, his bones were mixed with vibranium.
Everyone felt a strong wind blowing by, and Harry's clothes lifted without any wind, but his body didn't sway at all.
"What's wrong? I'm not interested in old aunties. Watch your hands."
Harry grabbed her hand and moved it away from his chest.
A huge force almost crushed Alexandra's hand, and the pain nearly contorted her face.
"Where's your Black Sky? How did you get to this position?"
Alexandra's expression truly changed now. Even Black Sky knew this man!
"Hand over the Dragon Bone powder, and I can let you go. Of course, you have to get out of New York and never appear in front of me again."
Harry waved his hand, and several officials showed their IDs in succession. Normally, several departments would start fighting if they showed their IDs to a suspect, but this time it was Harry who brought them together, so of course, there wouldn't be such a problem.
One by one, everyone had something to gain.
Alexandra knew she had no cards to play.
Or maybe she didn't know how to fight. It felt like they were fighting landlords and gambling with poker cards to win money.
As for Harry, Harry directly used dollars to make up the numbers to pressure you. If you played a two, he would throw a Franklin:
Joker!
To be honest, this was a bit misleading.
The key is that she had fallen into the trap and couldn't refuse.
Chapter 37: Plane Crash
"The Feds are putting pressure on us," Norman said to Harry while taking a deep breath.
Active enhancers alleviated his condition, but no one wanted anything bad to happen to Norman at this point.
"They're talking about limiting the possession of power armor to organizations outside of the military, which is essentially an army."
"The National Guard is originally an army, which is true. As for this matter, I helped them get a large amount of tax revenue. Are they still not satisfied?"
Harry shrugged indifferently and started to apply pressure, but it was still far away.
Besides, this is just symbolic pressure, so the problem is not too big.
Now that the new type of power armor is about to be installed, Congress must give Harry some face. Besides, once the terrorist attack label is firmly on, it will also be good for them.
Don't forget, America is still at war.
"But the military is also very dissatisfied with us. They want us to add weapons directly to it, such as missiles or advanced laser weapons. And Hammer Industries..."
Norman said, covering his eyes.
"See for yourself, I don't know why Hammer Industries can be so stupid."
Harry took the information curiously.
The previous powered armor also did not have weapons mounted on it, so the military used it quite easily.
But after Iron Man came out, they couldn't sit still. After all, the Iron Suit can fly, is flexible, and is equipped with a variety of weapons. It is indeed much more practical than power armor.
The new power armor Harry handed over to the military still did not have weapons mounted on it. It only made some transmission upgrades based on Stark's technology, making the armor more flexible, more powerful, and stronger in defense.
The US Military also proposed to hand over the steel suit captured from Obadiah to Osborn for technical upgrades, but Harry sternly rejected it.
"We only produce armor for soldiers to show that we are patriots, but we are not war-mad."
This statement received a lot of approval, but some people said it was both disrespectful and inappropriate, but this has nothing to do with Harry.
Besides, Harry had already reverse-engineered Obadiah's imitation.
As for Hammer Industries, Justin Hammer wants this order!
He happily took over the steel suit and the military's requirement to add weapons to the power armor.
The issue is he is not very skilled...
Several soldiers who tried on Hammer Industries' steel suits ended up with lifelong disabilities and a miserable end.
The project of adding weapons to the power armor did not go well. The design of Hammer Industries seriously affected the activities of the power armor, and the flexibility was greatly reduced. It is not so much a power armor, but it is developing in the direction of a tank.
It feels like a technological downgrade.
"Forget it, we are not making arms at this time. But we can contact those disabled soldiers and provide some humanitarian assistance. The military will not refuse."
"Okay, next thing, regarding the partisan issue, they want me to join them, what do you think?"
"I think... I think it's better to be non-partisan."
There is no precedent for a non-partisan president. Anyway, Harry is not short of money, and he can throw them away by entering the political arena with some influence.
To avoid being put on stage to throw a rat weapon at the wrong time.
"Very good, it seems we have thought of something together again." Norman took a sip of tea.
"What follows is the situation regarding this Mr. Wilson Fisk."
I have to say that this fat man is indeed quite energetic. He has been working hard to develop his power in prison, but it is a pity that no one dared to give him the green light after Harry's thunderous operation.
In addition, all of his minions had been pulled out by Harry, the execution of the dirty methods in the past had become weaker, and several killers had been caught, so it seemed unfeasible to resort to evil ways.
So Kingpin relied on his good behavior and after serving one year in prison, his sentence was reduced by 5 years in one go!
This is a huge reduction in sentence! Under normal circumstances, it is a reduced sentence that requires major meritorious service!
After calculating this, he only needs to lose another 138 times to be released from prison!
So Kingpin was so happy that he almost destroyed the prison.
In fact, Harry had deliberately made him angry in the past five years. Normally, he would have been able to lose weight for a few months just because he was too incense.
So it wasn't until Norman fell ill that the Hand and the Union began to take action. Someone approached Kingpin and promised to move him to prison.
When Kingpin heard the news, his expression was a little strange: Someone else used this method to deal with Osborne?
It has to be said that going to jail changes a person's mind, and Kingpin also began to learn to think from other people's perspective.
But of course he wouldn't remind the Hand and the Society that this Harry Osborn was no street hero.
Besides, it's not like the Hand and the Society are acting alone.
When Kingpin heard the news of the big explosion, he was shocked - how could the Hand and the Society be so bold? So capable?
Who would have thought that Norman would wake up the next day, not as terminally ill as those idiots at the Hand and the Society said!
Since Norman is fine, it means that the most powerful person in New York State is Harry's father, which means that he can use the most lethal and effective means against these underground organizations!
Not to mention that this attack was classified as a terrorist attack by Norman!
Kingpin was somewhat thankful that he had already embarked on his way out of prison.
He smoked a cigar and thought: Fortunately, he was careful at the time. He didn't take out any of the powered exoskeletons he grabbed, but hid them.
If not for this, those people would probably have ignored him long ago.
When he got to the ground and found an opportunity to deal with the batch of powered exoskeletons, he could make a comeback and even go further.
Then find a safe house to hide and continue to be the mastermind behind the scenes, just like before...
As long as he didn't run into Harry, based on Kingpin's understanding of Harry, he didn't seem like someone who would pursue him or hold a grudge.
A bunch of fools, Kingpin wants to go back and become the gangster emperor again!
After taking a few sips of wine happily, he suddenly noticed someone flying outside the plane...
dong dong dong.
"Mr. Fisk, how was your experience on this excursion?"
The man in a black and green uniform knocked on the window, and the aircraft announcement rang.
Kingpin's whole body trembled - it was Harry!
"Since you want freedom so much, I'll give you a chance." Harry circled several times in the air like a flexible bird, which made Kingpin nervous.
He squinted his eyes and leaned toward the window of the plane, only to see sudden thunder outside.
"If you are still alive after the lightning strikes, you are free!"
"The plane is about to land..."
Kingpin's pupils shrank, and the plane began to land, gradually returning to the troposphere--
"No, Harry Osborn! It's him--"
boom!
"A Boeing 727 aircraft was struck by lightning while transporting felon Wilson Fisk from New York State. The engine failed and the aircraft crashed in the mountains."
"Except for Wilson Fisk and the escort team, miraculously all of the crew survived."
Norman read the news slowly.
If you don't like going to jail, then go to hell.
The father and son nodded with satisfaction.
"Cheers."
Harry certainly wouldn't give up.
How tiring.
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Chapter 38: The Secret Medicine is Obtained
After locking up Alexandra, Harry never paid attention to her. He waited until drug addiction set in. Harry just wanted the secret potion, and as long as the other four fingers were willing to speak, she would be worthless.
When Harry saw Alexandra again, her eyes were bloodshot, her face as pale as paper, and her limbs were trembling.
"Poor woman." Harry clapped his hands and turned off the surveillance screen. "It seems that your vision in choosing a leader is not very good."
Harry crossed his legs and spoke to the old woman in front of him. It was Mrs. Gao, a shrewd old woman who had returned to New York.
After hearing Harry's words, she could only smile and nod. "Mr. Osborn is really young and promising. He cured Mr. Governor's disease in less than two days."
Mrs. Gao hit the point as soon as she opened her mouth. The key to causing this war still lies in the Dragon Bone secret medicine. If nothing had happened to Norman, would the Hand have been interested in Osborn's idea, and Harry would not have decided to attack them.
But the Dragon Bone is ultimately for Norman's use. Now that Norman has been cured, what's the point of the Dragon Bone?
What Mrs. Gao wants to know is this - how much bargaining power does Dragon Bone have. As for continuing to fight in this situation - Mrs. Gao is not addicted to drugs, and Harry cannot affect her thinking.
"Mrs. Gao, you'd better stop playing games with me. I think you are a very smart elder. After all, you listened to the advice I gave you last time." Harry was talking about asking Mrs. Gao to leave New York.
Not only did Mrs. Gao leave New York, she also destroyed all the evidence. Therefore, the last action had no opponent and would have a direct impact.
"I still need Dragon Bone powder, but you can also see that the priority is not that high. So the conditions remain unchanged, the secret medicine, you leave New York, and the Rand Group shares - of course, I will give you some compensation."
Facing Madam Gao, Harry could no longer run as rampant as before. After all, the Hand is not the Kingpin, but a global organization. If there is really a confrontation in this dimension, it will have some impact on Osborn.
"Regarding this matter, I know you don't like the drug trade very much. We can withdraw all the drug trade from New York, but completely withdrawing from New York - others will not accept it."
Mrs. Gao's conditions were also very simple. They can give in, but they will not give in completely. Harry also knew what they were planning.
"I know you've been digging for Dragon Bone under Midtown, and once that Dragon Bone is dug out, New York City is doomed."
Harry's words made Mrs. Gao change her expression - this is the worst-case scenario, Harry knows everything. "Besides, I also know that you don't have much Dragon Bone powder left."
In other words, the trick of resurrection from the dead can no longer be played many times, and the power of the Hand has reached its lowest point in history.
"In that case, you should know that we are not evacuating New York."
Harry shook his head. "Mrs. Gao, you still don't understand. After leaving New York, you can go to other places to find the Dragon Bone. But if you don't leave, you have to answer here today. If you accept it, it's a deal."
Harry spread his hands. Mrs. Gao's expression was a little uncertain. But what else can they offer?
"We can withdraw from New York. But the Rand Group we can't give it to you." After thinking for a long time, Mrs. Gao decided to end the war. As for the Dragon Bones, anyway, the pile of Dragon Bones in New York was guarded by Osborn, so it was impossible for them to dig them out. If they didn't reconcile with Harry, they would be done with it now.
Now is the time when the Hand is at its most vulnerable, so they can't mess with it any more. Compared with the original plot, they have not resurrected Botu and Erica yet. If they just resurrect ordinary people, they will not need much secret medicine. At least they will have some left after giving it to Harry.
"...Also, we want power armor."
Hearing this, Harry nodded indifferently. "Of course, 50 units, but they are old versions. If I remember correctly, Fisk seems to have stolen some."
Seeing Harry's nod, Mrs. Gao also smiled, although her smile was a bit ugly. Finally, there were some good things.
"So this explosion was also planned by Fisk?"
"Of course, he is a gangster emperor. It is not surprising that he can do these things in prison. But it is a pity that his plane crashed. Maybe this is God's punishment."
The two shook hands.
.....
"...After many days of investigation, we finally discovered that the mastermind behind all this is the same person as the mastermind of the Hell's Kitchen bombing more than half a year ago."
"Wilson Fisk."
"Even in prison, he still completed this series of terrorist attacks through the remaining forces, especially with the sponsorship of foreign forces, and prepared to escape sanctions step by step by transferring prisons."
"But fortunately, with the unremitting efforts of the new Governor Norman Osborn, the New York Police Department, courts, National Guard, and various agencies coordinated in place and successfully uncovered the 'Fisk Criminal Empire' hidden in the shadows."
"Unfortunately, by the time we found clues that it was related to him, he and the officers involved were already on the plane."
People in front of the TV sighed, and some even cursed. But the host did not seem to express regret, but rather gloated.
"This plane." On TV, there was news that a plane was struck by lightning and crashed a few days ago. "It's true that evil is punished, isn't it?"
The report ended and Matt looked at Harry. "Did you do anything on the plane?"
Harry spread his hands and said, "No." Although it felt like Harry wasn't lying, Matt always felt like something was wrong.
"By the way, do you know about meditation?" Harry said mysteriously.
Matt froze for a moment, the word meditation reminded him of a time long ago when his teacher had trained him. He needed to learn to control his senses and imagine himself as a weapon rather than a person, which doubled his combat effectiveness. That is also a kind of meditation.
"I recently discovered some fun...techniques, close your eyes - no, no, you don't have to close your eyes."
Matt spread his hands, not knowing what Harry wanted to say.
"Imagine, imagine yourself, imagine the people around you..."
Matt raised his eyebrows at Harry, and Harry was stunned for a moment - Matt seemed to be in a state close to meditation all the time. Harry knocked his head, anxious to show how he had forgotten this.
"Okay, then you have entered the state, please wait for me." Harry closed his eyes and began to meditate.
Matt only felt that in his perception, Harry's physical signs were gradually getting weaker. If Harry was like a volcano all the time before, then he seemed to have begun to sleep now.
As Matt concentrated his attention, he felt that something on Harry was connecting to his thoughts-- That's what anger feels like!
"This...how did you do it?" Matt was very resistant to this aspect and did not lose control. Harry opened his eyes, but he didn't expect that even though he used his strongest output, he couldn't shake Matt's mood. But even normal people can easily realize this kind of emotional change. Unless they suffer some mental damage - such as drug addiction.
"This is a theory, not the same as science in the general sense." By strengthening one's will in certain aspects, one can influence the theory of reality.
"Just like he trained me..." Matt nodded in understanding. This he refers to Matt's master - Stick.
Speaking of Stick, now that Harry has beaten him into a street rat, what else can these street heroes do? I have to find something for them to do later. Just start with Matt.
"So what do you want to see me for this time? You can't just show off your 'new theory', right?" Matt knocked on the table.
"Of course not. Do you remember what I told you last time? Are you interested in becoming a judge?" Matt is well-qualified to work in the justice system. Graduated from Columbia University with a major in law. He has an excellent lawyer resume and rich experience.
As for the vacant judge position, Norman is now the governor and a lot of things are operational.
"Your idea is dangerous." Matt frowned.
"But your resume is indeed excellent, and you sent Fisk in. What you lack is a strong backstage, and Osborn can be this backstage."
"Justice is blind, so is there anyone better than you?" Harry crossed his arms and stared at Matt. As for Daredevil, there is something he has to admit, that is, there are really not many things that a street hero can change.
"I'm not going to be an Osborn guy, you know that."
"Of course I know." Harry spread his hands, you are righteous, but justice is on Osborn's side.
After thinking for a long time, Matt nodded. "Great! You will get a recommendation from Governor Norman Osborn. The hearing will be held soon. Get ready."
Norman clapped his hands and took out a stack of information from his briefcase. "Prepare according to this."
Matt took the information and still felt a little uncomfortable. The process of applying to be a judge was long and detailed, but Harry had already paved the way for him. This was rare in
the justice system, and it seemed that the hearing would be successful.
Harry was also willing to help Matt, because it was better to have someone he knew than a stranger.
The next day, Harry stood in front of the reception desk in the main hall of the Embassy Hotel in the Financial District. At this time, the person in charge had already driven all the other guests to other hotels for a week's rest.
At this time, Alexandra was locked up in a small room, looking very haggard.
She originally came back after being notified by Gao to start a new round of talks. She wanted to fight for a better treatment plan for herself and the remaining Hand members. After all, Gao was still old and couldn't hold on for long.
But who would have thought that Harry would use the method of arresting chickens and chasing dogs - arresting Mrs. Gao for two days, and the negotiation conditions would not change at all. However, this time Harry brought only a few people to the meeting.
"Ms. Alexandra, nice to see you again."
Harry looked at her as she was brought in, but Alexandra's eyes lit up. "Do you have the antidote?"
Harry looked at Alexandra and clapped his hands. Then a waiter in a black suit came in with a tray. He handed the tray to Harry and then bowed and left. Harry didn't say much, just opened the lid of the tray, and took out the prepared medicine - a total of two.
Seeing these medicines, Alexandra's eyes turned red. One of the medicines was what she was asking for.
"I have no interest in drugs. If I want to use this method to threaten you, I will be no different from a gangster."
"Then what's your request?" Alexandra asked, looking up at Harry.
"I know that people like you don't listen to advice. So this is just a gift. As long as you can get it, I can guarantee that there will be no problems within a year. And this will be a poison to me." Harry shook his head.
Alexandra clenched her fists and felt that the people around her were watching her with disdain. She could imagine how those people would laugh at her.
But what is the most important thing to them right now? Medicine. As long as they get the medicine, their Hand will have a chance to resurrect. As for the war with Osborn, they will lose no matter what, and now they can only find a way to negotiate. If Alexandra wins the support of others, then this person is still herself.
So she gritted her teeth and took the medicine. "Thank you for your generous gift."
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Chapter 39
"Frank, how are you recovering?"
Frank is recovering at an undisclosed medical facility in the suburbs.
He used the latest equipment given to him by Harry Osborn and conducted his first actual battle. The superhuman fighting method still caused physical discomfort.
While wearing the suit, it can continuously inject him with stimulants to counteract this symptom, but there will be some side effects after taking off the suit.
But now it seems there is no problem.
"Always ready for the next move."
"Actually, the operation has ended, and the Hand has handed over the secret medicine. That's what I want to say."
Harry's words hit Frank like thunder. He dropped the barbell in his hand, and his body trembled a little.
The secret medicine means that his wife and son have a chance to be resurrected.
Not long after, Frank's wife and son were carried to the laboratory.
When Frank saw the bodies of his wife and son, he felt grateful to have met Harry Osborn.
After joining Osborn, he used the money to buy a high-quality funeral company for his wife and son and even took embalming measures for the bodies.
The bodies were relatively well preserved—for someone who had been dead for more than ten months.
But Harry was still not optimistic about this operation, even though he had replaced many parts of the bodies with artificial components. In a sense, this is already a cyborg, just like RoboCop.
You must know that the Hand and the people who will be resurrected have not been dead for long, and their bodies are still intact.
But Harry didn't mind giving it a try. Anyway, the materials he handed over were enough to resurrect three people.
This is a secret experiment, known only to Norman, Harry, and Frank.
"Father, you can start."
In the sterile laboratory, the two bodies were soaked in the liquid, and everyone looked nervously at the center of the laboratory.
1 minute...
2 minutes...
5 minutes...
Whoa!
Two arms suddenly stretched out from the water at the same time!
Frank was about to rush forward and grab their hands but was stopped by Harry.
"Maria, Frank!"
The tough guy shouted their names loudly, and the two of them crawled out of the liquid like zombies. They coughed as if they were about to spit out their internal organs and fell to the side feebly.
"Harry, they're weakening!"
"What?" Frank was stunned. Could it be that his wife and son were going to die again just after they were resurrected?
"Inject active enhancers and see if we can stabilize their lives."
The two injections of medicine worked, and the corpse spots on their bodies gradually faded. Their breathing and heartbeat gradually stabilized, but judging from their eyes, it seemed they had not regained consciousness!
[It is detected that the host has successfully completed the resurrection surgery, and the mission is released]
[Task: Summoning Spirits]
[Description: Help the resurrected persons regain consciousness.]
[Reward: Theory: Psionics]
"...All the artificial organs are working normally, there are no problems with the nerves and capillary fluid, the MRI...it's magic, their brains are intact...but there seems to be rejection in some places?"
Norman was a little unsure and then said:
"It's not the artificial parts that are rejecting...it's time to prepare for another surgery."
Harry saw this and let Frank go.
"Maria? Frank? Can you hear me?"
The two of them seemed to be in a vegetative state, showing no reaction at all.
"Frank, I have to say...congratulations, at least we succeeded in the first step."
Harry also felt a little shocked—although he knew that this thing could bring people back to life, it was another thing to actually see someone who had been dead for months come back to life.
"What happened to them? Why didn't they respond?"
"They died for too long. Although their bodies have come back to life, it seems their consciousness needs other means to recover." Harry patted Frank on the shoulder.
"But first, we have to remove all the parts of their bodies that are causing rejection."
The second round of surgery was about to begin, but this time they had to call Dr. Connors over.
"Doctor, do you remember the surgery I asked you to do some time ago?"
Connors looked at the two people who had returned to life in front of him. Of course, he remembered these two bodies—he even asked Harry at the time, but Harry said that this was an experiment to test a new type of prosthetic body!
"What happened! They..." Seeing these two former corpses, Connors vaguely felt that his outlook on life was about to collapse.
Harry shook his head: "Doctor, don't ask too much about this. We need to remove the necrotic parts of their bodies now. Can you do it?"
Connors nodded with difficulty. Of course, he could do it. He had replaced the organs on the corpses.
Of course, it is impossible for Strange to perform the surgery again in this experiment, and with the precedent, Dr. Connors can also complete such an operation.
The operation was carried out in secret, and no one left here except Norman.
A week later, their bodies had completely recovered, and their vital signs had returned to normal.
But the price is that they get a whole new look.
"Are they... okay?" Frank stroked his wife's cheek, a large part of which had been replaced with artificial material.
"Don't worry, this is just a transition plan. When they regain consciousness, they can try to change their skin again," Connors comforted him.
"The problem now is their consciousness." Harry walked up to Frank. "I may need to count on you for this."
"Usually, all we can do for such patients is take good care of them and hope that one day they can regain consciousness."
"But I have something else here now."
Harry closed his eyes under the gaze of the two, and a strange emotion spread in their minds.
"You're going to be angry now."
As Harry finished speaking, an impulse really appeared in their minds!
"What is this? Some kind of... supersensory science?" Connors thought for a moment and found a word to describe it.
"Almost." Harry took out a stack of information. "Frank, you have to follow the above practice method, learn this skill, and then wake up your family."
Frank took the information and nodded heavily.
"But before that, after my experiments, it is easier for people with super senses to complete this practice."
"I happen to have the surgery to give you super senses."
People with psychic abilities are more likely to appear among groups with superhuman senses, especially people with super senses—or sixth sense, that is, people like Harry, who have a very high probability of mastering psychic abilities.
Ordinary people do not have the same conditions as Matt, but they can enhance their abilities and increase their sensory capabilities through biomodification surgery.
"But the success rate of this transformation surgery is not 100%. It may cause Parkinson's disease, Fletcher syndrome, blindness, and other problems, so I want to ask you if you are willing to accept the transformation."
"...How many years will it take me to learn this skill if I don't undergo transformation?"
"I don't know, a year, two years, maybe forever."
Harry wasn't lying.
According to data on psychic theory, among ordinary people, there may not be even one psychic among 1,000 million people.
"I want to be transformed."
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Chapter 40: Super Soldier Frank
"Harry, your surgical plan is too... advanced. Even General Ross has not yet reached this step."
Connors expressed his concerns about Harry's plan.
"That's because I won't let them get to this point for the time being." Harry shook his head. There were some things he just had to keep hidden.
When Harry underwent self-transformation, the success rate was less than double digits. However, through long-term experiments and improvements, coupled with the use of active enhancers, the probability of avoiding serious consequences had reached over 90%.
"Are you ready, Frank?"
Frank, lying on the operating table, took a deep breath and nodded.
Then it began.
The operation was performed by Dr. Connors, who had extensive experience due to his collaboration with General Ross.
Laining, under Harry's control, assisted in the operation. With Harry's senses and Laining's cooperation, their precision in cutting exceeded that of most machine tools in the world.
Harry himself had undergone the same transformation surgery and was fully qualified to assist.
The operation lasted a long time, with Connors taking several breaks while Harry managed the process.
Overall, the level of gore was similar to what Harry had experienced, but not quite as extensive.
"Surgery complete. Frank, can you hear me?"
"I... I can... too bright, too... slow--" Frank's reaction was somewhat unusual. He described the outside world as slowing down, but to Harry and Connors, his own speed appeared to be changing—slowing down.
It seemed that it would take some time for him to adapt to this change. After all, this transformation was not helped by the system.
The capillary modification could enhance the flow of his retinal rod and cone cells, allowing his visual ability to rival that of the best-sighted animal, the eagle.
Compared to the current Frank, Hawkeye seemed somewhat unworthy of his name.
The neuromodification would exponentially improve his reflexes, enhancing both his intelligence and memory.
Except for the bone and muscle cells, which had not been modified, all other configurations were the same as Harry's.
The failure rate for bone and muscle modification was very high, and Harry would not modify Frank unless absolutely necessary.
"The physical signs are normal. The next step is to conduct postoperative health monitoring," Connors concluded.
Harry watched with satisfaction as Frank gradually returned to normal—this was his first super soldier, and he would play a significant role in future battles.
After ensuring Frank adapted well, Harry handed him the security key to the facility. Frank likely wouldn't want to do anything else until he made progress.
Once Frank succeeded, Harry also planned to use the secret medicine to resurrect Norman. If the four-serum plan failed, there was still a way out.
"Dr. Connors, what's the status of the four serums?"
"They are amazing," Connors said bluntly. "There are some phenomena occurring that I have never understood before, which fill in the last piece of the puzzle for my research. However, I still need to comprehend how they work."
Connors' face was full of excitement. After in-depth research, he realized this was clearly the project Harry had asked him to abandon!
"Very good, doctor. Go back and get some rest. I'm going to the company first."
The two parted ways at the entrance of the facility, and Harry returned to the company.
He hadn't been seen for a long time.
"Harry, where have you been? The company is too busy! You can't just hand over the whole company to me and then disappear like this!" Hurley was the first to complain.
"Your father is now the governor. He can't be a part-time CEO like before. You must shoulder this responsibility!"
"I went to witness a miracle. This is a major scientific discovery."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"It's okay. I'm on my way. I have five minutes to get to the company."
Harry was in a good mood—his resurrection was successful, Frank's operation was a success, and he also received a new mission.
The path was back on track, and he no longer needed to deal with those underground parties.
As for Alexandra, Mrs. Gao just wanted her to live, not for Harry to release her.
After all, what this woman had done was not a trivial matter.
Once the handover was completed with the Rand company, she would be of no further use.
Back in the office, Hurley reported a multitude of loss figures in detail, which gave Harry a headache.
However, the group was still making profits, so the issue wasn't that severe. Additionally, many plots of land had dropped in price after the explosion, allowing Osborne to buy them for redevelopment.
New York was thriving.
Just then, Harry's phone rang.
"Harry? Do you remember what we talked about?"
It was General Ross.
Counting the time, he should be catching the Hulk...
"I may need to have a face-to-face interview with you about this matter."
"I can't get away now. I'm in LZ, Mali. How is the completion of that project?"
"According to your description, I have indeed created an implant that can paralyze the subject. However, based on your description, the subject's cortex does not seem easy to break, and we cannot recommend surgery."
"...This is not a problem. Additionally, I need your latest version of T51 power armor now, and please hand them over to the people in the domestic procurement department."
"Of course, Osborne has always been happy to provide equipment whenever the military needs it."
"...Hmph, then why don't you add weapons to it?"
General Ross hung up the phone before Harry could respond.
"Look, Hurley, the order is here. Isn't the most important thing for a company to make money?"
Hurley rolled his eyes, flipped through the memo, and continued.
"Congress invites you to attend a hearing on Iron Man."
Harry touched his chin. This hearing was likely organized by Senator Stern, who was actually affiliated with Hydra. They wanted Tony to hand over the Mark Armor.
Hydra's forces on the surface had never felt remorse for Harry. It seemed they had already touched the power armor.
The military's control was very strict. At least none of the powered armors on record had gone missing, but it was inevitable that they would be borrowed. Harry couldn't control this.
There were two other possible problems. The first was that the powered exoskeleton stolen by Kingpin had not yet been found. The second was the fifty sets of E1 powered armor sold to the Hand and the Union this time, but that technology would soon be updated and changed.
Harry anticipated releasing two more versions of power armor, and they would not be for sale afterward.
"Tony's hearing? I'd better go; I happen to have some scientific issues to discuss with him."
SHIELD would send Tony lithium dioxide to relieve palladium poisoning, but Harry had tried it himself. After entering the human body, this substance would react with water to form a strong alkali. If that was indeed pure lithium dioxide, it would reverse the reaction. It was crazy.
But even though Harry didn't know what the injection contained, he had clues about the new element.
Harry was someone who knew how to share.
"Arrange the shipment, and then prepare for the plane to Washington," Harry instructed while looking through the materials.
"Are you going to take a plane this time?" Hurley teased.
Harry put down the materials in his hands, glanced at Hurley, and then pulled her over.
"Ha, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you seem a little arrogant , I want to pound it out."
"Stop! We are at work now..."
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Chapter 41: Iron Man Hearing
"You seem to have done something significant in New York, and you almost overshadowed me."
"Is it significant? It's just about punishing criminals and eradicating evil. Congress is overreacting."
Harry and Tony started chatting at the door.
"Overreaction, I like that word. You know they overreacted this time too, right?"
"That's hard to say. Iron Man is such a popular figure; everyone wants to get one."
"Thanks for the compliment, but could you please stop using the word 'engage'? It doesn't sound very civilized."
"Really? This is obviously a daily term. I think you're overthinking it."
Bang bang bang!
"Mr. Harry Osborn, Mr. Tony Stark, please take your seats!"
The two glanced at the congressman, shook hands, and walked to their seats.
A debate quickly unfolded at the hearing.
The senator insisted that Tony had a secret super weapon, which is Iron Man.
But Tony said that this was a "high-tech prosthesis" and Iron Man was himself. He also mentioned that according to different state laws, handing over Iron Man would be a form of labor or some kind of body trade.
Tony made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere was very cheerful.
"I am indeed not a weapons expert, but I invited a weapons expert today. Let's hear what he has to say," Councilor Stern said with a smile.
One, not two, because Harry did not agree to the MP's invitation before the court session.
Stern asked Harry to side with him and promised more orders from the Department of Defense, but Harry felt little about it.
Only Osborne sells power armor. Whether you promise or not will not have a big impact.
As for the sale of weapons, Harry really does not intend to sell weapons to Congress.
Not to mention that he truly doesn't have any high-tech weapons now. Secondly, a lot of them sold to Congress will go to Hydra. Weapons are much more difficult to control than power armor.
Nowadays, the military will try its best to recover the power armor that is occasionally destroyed on the battlefield, but it is hard to say about weapons.
On the other hand, Congress also promised to hand over the Mark Armor to the Osborne Group for imitation.
But Harry also refused. This was simply impossible.
So Harry could only sit in the back row.
"I'm going to subpoena Justin Hammer, the Department of Defense's current major arms dealer."
"Aren't you an arms dealer?" Tony turned to Harry and said.
"I am an armor supplier, which is somewhat different from arms. After all, firefighters may also need my equipment, but they cannot need arms," Harry nodded. This so-called "armor supplier" was also hyped by Harry, indicating that he is a pure businessman.
The camera showed Harry and Tony, and Tony raised his hand.
"Please record that I saw Mr. Hammer walk in, and I thought, but I didn't see any weapons experts." Tony glanced at Harry, "The only 'armor supplier' who was even remotely close to the concept was sitting behind me."
Harry spread his hands in front of the camera but didn't make any statement.
He was just here to listen and had no intention of getting involved.
"...I am indeed not a weapons expert. We all know who the real weapons expert is," Justin pointed at Tony and said, "Your father, Howard Stark!"
"...He was the father of the military industry, but he was not a flower child; he was a lion."
"...Tony Stark builds an indestructible sword but insists it's just a shield, asking us to trust him and hide behind him."
"...We live in a world full of dangers, and Mr. Stark may not always be able to predict the dangers."
"God bless Iron Man, God bless America."
Justin's speech was very serious. In short, it revolved around one idea: Iron Man is a weapon, which perfectly expressed what Senator Stern meant.
Next up was James Rhodes, who later became War Machine.
Congressman Stern asked Rhodes to read a specific paragraph of the report as he meant it, clearly taking it out of context to express that Iron Man was a dangerous weapon and should not be controlled by an individual.
Immediately afterward, a video began to play on the screen, indicating that some areas had begun to imitate steel suits in an attempt to heighten the tension of the situation.
In fact, the imitation of similar armor had begun long ago, starting when the Osborne Group's power armor was put into the battlefield.
But no one targeted Osborn. After all, Harry was not hiding it; he sold it to the military immediately, and the military used it very well on the battlefield.
Looking at the picture on the screen, Tony operated the phone.
"Wait a minute... I'm in control of your screen. It's time to make things a little more transparent."
Tony played what exactly Stern's so-called imitation was all about:
Most of the so-called imitations are just research that overestimates their capabilities. The imitators' eagerness for quick success has even led to bloody accidents. The so-called urgency of the situation is simply nonsense.
It looked like a giant robot. It fell down before taking two steps. The mounted machine gun was still firing. People around it had no time to escape. The scene was very bloody.
In this regard, Harry also secretly complained— in fact, the cost of Osborne Group's power armor technology is not that high, but Hammer Industries wants to directly copy Tony's.
But maybe the imitation of the power armor also failed?
Then a classic scene appeared on the screen—when a soldier was testing a replica of Hammer Industries, the steel suit rotated 180 degrees—
Snapped!
After the video was played, Hammer finally unplugged the display cable.
"It takes an average company 5-10 years, and Hammer Industries takes 20 years," Tony said without mercy.
"May I point out that the soldier in the video is still alive..." Hammer protested weakly.
But Harry did prepare a video to advertise this special occasion.
The unplugged TV turned on again, and Lenin connected it.
"Indeed not. This soldier's spine was completely damaged; he was paralyzed from the head down, and he also suffered multiple organ injuries."
Everyone took a breath—good guy, it's worse than death.
"The Osborne Group provided the soldier with an artificial prosthesis implantation surgery to replace the soldier's spine and reconstruct the damaged nervous system..."
Before he finished speaking, Tony turned his head, looking like he had seen a ghost.
"How did you do that? you also have a video!" Tony said to Harry.
The soldier in the video is seen running around the field again and expressing his gratitude to Osborne.
"In short, this is the situation. The technology used in this soldier will be put on the market soon. Mr. Stark seems to have something to say."
Harry looked at his watch and made a sign of 10 to Tony, giving him ten seconds.
I saw the paused TV moving again, and the soldier was still on the screen.
"Fuck Hammer Industries!"
The moment he was extremely depressed, he had a bad mouth, which directly silenced Senator Stern and Hammer at the scene.
"You're welcome," Tony said suddenly.
"What?"
"Because I can prevent the threat of nuclear war. Iron Man is very useful. We are safe. The United States is safe. If you want my things, don't even think about it!"
"I alone can maintain world peace."
Everyone stood up, including Harry.
But Harry didn't stand up and applaud like everyone else. The commercial was over, and the content behind it wasn't important anymore.
He had to go outside and wait for Tony; otherwise, there would be too many people, and he wouldn't be able to leave.
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Chapter 42: Tony's Physics Class
"How the hell did you do that? We all saw the wires being pulled out of the screen."
Facing Tony Stark's doubts, Harry felt very proud.
"The Osborne Group is an energy giant, so it's normal for the current to understand what I say."
"Really? This sounds like something a magician would say. Besides, I didn't use your ten seconds in vain. I even gave you an advertisement after the meeting."
"That's not bad."
It's indeed good. Tony is now the most trafficked man in the United States, and he may even be the most trafficked man in the world.
At this time, Representative Stern also walked out.
"Mr. Osborne, New York State seems to be in trouble recently."
Stern took the initiative to reach out to Harry, but his expression was not very pleasant; he seemed to be smiling.
"Thank you, members, for your concern. It has been resolved. It was just interference from some foreign forces."
Harry didn't mean anything else; he just wanted to advertise. As for the curse words at the end, it was Tony who played it.
But Senator Stern seemed to know that he couldn't talk to Tony, so he had no choice but to find Harry.
"Is it solved? Foreign forces? Which foreign forces? The damn moon? We'll see."
Harry shrugged.
Let's wait and see? Look, look at Hammer Industries being smashed to pieces?
However, Harry remembered that this congressman was Hydra. Harry narrowed his eyes as he looked at Stern's back.
There's one thing the news didn't report about the Kingpin crash.
Kingpin was shot.
"So is it really an external force?" After Stern left, Tony also asked curiously.
A terrorist attack occurred in New York; a state of emergency was suddenly declared, and people from the Rand Group and a large number of financial companies in Midtown were arrested. This was a big deal.
In the past few weeks, the two things that have attracted the most attention in the United States are Iron Man and the fact that New York has entered a state of emergency, and the National Guard has blocked Midtown.
"Yes, foreign forces. If we don't talk about this anymore, can we still withstand it?" Harry looked at Tony's chest.
Tony looked around but said nothing.
"What's wrong? Don't forget I also have this technology, palladium poisoning, right?"
Tony took a long breath and nodded.
"Why? Does your company have any latest medical technology to solve heavy metal poisoning?"
"What else is there? Hemodialysis. What else do you want?"
Tony shook his head when he heard hemodialysis.
"I'm Iron Man. If I end up in the hospital, the pups will have to make headlines the next day."
"Then replace the palladium with a new element."
Hearing this plan, Tony smiled helplessly. "I tried it, but other elements are not suitable."
"Then create a new element."
"How do you make it artificially? This thing doesn't just pop out of your head."
Harry took out a USB flash drive from his pocket.
"I have looked through previous documents, and it seems that your father has done in-depth research on arc reactors."
"In his previous work, I think he hinted at the existence of an element that could be used in arc reactors."
What Harry said left Tony confused.
"These are several models that have been deduced, but I still have no idea how to design an accelerator experiment. Maybe you will be interested in this?"
Tony looked at the USB flash drive, filled with doubts.
Harry went to Stark's CEO office once when Tony returned to us, secretly photographed several of Howard's model boards, and then successfully obtained a model of that element according to the method in the movie.
The models in the USB flash drive were all slightly modified by Harry based on the correct answers to fill in the numbers. Of course, Harry also included the correct answers in it.
He only had a model now, and how Tony designed the experiment to get this new element, Harry didn't know. He only knew that it was created through a device similar to a particle accelerator.
So he needed Tony to teach him a lesson about this.
"So you want me to join your experiment?" Tony smiled. "I never work for others."
"That's really your loss, but if you are willing, maybe you can tell me how to create a new element. I think you won't refuse a shareholder's request, right?"
After hearing this, Tony looked around Harry.
"So you are still a young man who studies with humility? It's really strange. I thought young people at this age should be arrogant."
"That's okay for you. Please don't impose your ideas on others! I'm still studying at Imperial University, remember!" Although Harry had almost never been to school.
Tony finally agreed to Harry's request and spent some time teaching him a lesson.
"So if you want to create this element..." Tony's holographic projection is very cool, changing under his hands.
"You need a particle accelerator like this."
The newly generated projection is marked with the device's radius, power requirements, efficiency, and beam intensity.
"Am I clear? Genius child."
Harry nodded, feeling a sense of harvest joy.
Tony's lectures are indeed very good, and the equipment is so vivid and easy to understand when used in lectures.
"Jarvis, can this element be used in a reactor?" Tony asked after finishing speaking.
"No, sir. In fact, there are some theoretical flaws in the structure of this element, and it is unlikely to exist in reality."
Tony shrugged at Harry.
"It doesn't look like your deduction is feasible."
Harry was silent for a moment. Tony was very smart, especially after Harry himself became an inventor. He would often envy Tony's brain, and the system had also given him the option to improve his intelligence.
"Tony, if you had to choose, would you like Captain America's body, a smart mind, or a mysterious sixth sense?"
Harry's question piqued Tony's interest, or in other words, Harry's performance throughout the day made him very satisfied—he felt like he was a senior.
"Hmm... maybe it's a strong physique, or a mysterious sixth sense." Tony thought for a while, then added, "Maybe it's the sixth sense. I just thought about it and found that Pepper might not like bodybuilding. She likes a gentleman."
Tony's answer stunned Harry.
"But you are... recognized as the smartest person in the United States. Wouldn't you choose a smart brain?"
The world has not yet discovered those perverted guys in Marvel, such as Mr. Fantastic Reed or Doctor Doom. Tony does represent the ceiling of IQ.
"Yes, I already have a smart mind, so of course I will choose the other two." Tony blinked.
Harry was a little speechless
"What happened? Did Santa Claus come to your house and make you make a choice?"
"Just a hypothesis."
"How should I put it... In my opinion, being smart or having a high IQ is not something you are born with—of course, it is undeniable that there are some geniuses, such as me." Tony laughed and pointed at himself, looking very embarrassed.
"But true wisdom and creativity need to be 'trained.' Even if I am born in the jungle and no one teaches me how to survive, will I be able to learn to drill wood and make fire by the time I die? Or two."
"This kind of sudden increase in IQ doesn't sound very reliable. What, you can't really have this kind of daydream, right?"
Tony pushed over a dark drink.
"Of course you have a good mind. I'm not saying you're a fool—it's just that you're not as good as me. Also, how do you make a power-off screen light up? Can this technology be applied here? Think about it?" Tony knocked on the reactor on his chest.
Although his expression was unflattering, Tony spoke sincerely.
Keep learning; this is the same as Harry before awakening the system.
Besides, the options given by the system are more like extracting their own characteristics from the four serums—although the Green Goblin Enhancer has the effect of making people smarter, it is indeed not rare in the Marvel world. The effect is not incredible either.
But the sixth sense—obviously related to the spider sense—this thing is very buggy, and it is precisely because he chose the sixth sense that he embarked on a different path faster—the path of psychic energy.
Thinking of this, Harry suddenly became enlightened and no longer worried about gains and losses. He finished the chlorophyll in a hurry, leaving Tony stunned.
"Phew. This technology is not for sale at the moment. It is exclusive technology."
"Finally, thank you for your lecture, Professor Stark. Are you planning to sell this set of equipment? I also want to build one." Harry clicked in the air curiously.
"If you are just talking about holographic projection, I can give it to you. I also plan to put this thing on the market. But data processing is exclusive technology." Tony admitted invisibly that the artificial intelligence given to Harry was a castrated version without Jarvis's data processing capabilities.
That's not bad. Harry likes to mention a cool holographic projection technology, which is still not a loss.
"Then that's it for today. I still have some things to deal with." Harry stood up and planned to leave.
"So you are really a conscientious CEO?" Tony poured himself a glass of chlorophyll.
"You know, it sounds like you're saying that you're an incompetent CEO who only thinks about picking up girls and driving sports cars every day—now maybe you should switch to flying around in a steel suit."
"Of course I'm qualified!" Tony rubbed his