New York, the Osborne family's villa.

A black sedan slowly stopped at the door of the villa.

"Welcome home!"

A slightly low and hoarse voice came from inside the car, and then two white men got out of the car.

One is a balding middle-aged white man, and the other is a young man with short blond hair.

If you pay a little attention to the Osborne Group, New Yorkers will definitely be familiar with these two people.

Because one of them was Mendelstrome, the best partner of Norman Osborne, the founder of the Osborne Group, and the other was the son of Norman Osborne, the future successor of the Osborne Group, Harry Osborne.

The two entered the villa together, walked through the dark and long hallway like an abandoned castle, and finally stopped in front of a large gate.

"It's a little dark in there, but your eyes will get used to it...... Scotomas are better ......"

Mendelstom reminded Harry Osborne, then slowly pushed the door open.

This is a ward.

Cold, gloomy, dead silence, the air seemed to reveal a desolate twilight atmosphere.

"Father!"

Harry Osborne walked in, lifted the veil on the hospital bed, and then sat silently on the chair next to the bed, looking at the aging Norman Osborne on the hospital bed with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect me to die like this...... Looking at my son, it was like watching a stranger......"

Lying on the hospital bed, his skin mottled like albinism, and like patches of corpse had emerged, Norman Osborne looked at his son weakly, and then leaned on the pillow and muttered to himself.

"You have a lot of potential...... Harry. ”

"You are very wise...... But I don't know how to cherish ......."

At this time, Norman Osborne had no hysteria for survival, no mad resentment of repeated despair, and only a calm and last unwilling sigh as if his heart was dead.

"It's because you don't know how to cherish me!"

Harry Osborne, who was already immersed in the two contradictory emotions of resentment and sadness, may have been stimulated, and a cold voice directly interrupted Norman Osborne's words.

"At the age of 11, you sent me to boarding school, my 16th birthday...... You, or your assistant, sent me a bottle of whiskey, probably your assistant picked it up, right? The card reads...... Laugh, Norman Osborne! ”

At the end, Harry Osbourne almost gritted his teeth, but tears kept falling down his face, like a child who was angry after being reprimanded by his parents.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness, and I don't believe in miracles, you won't understand......"

Norman Osborne used his last strength to prop up his upper body, and said calmly: "I ruined your childhood for more important things, not just for me, but for you!" ”

After a pause, he asked Harry Osborne, "Are your hands starting to twitch?" ”

"When you can't sleep, you feel 'it' stirring, it's hiding in your body, waiting for the right moment...... Reveal your true colors. ”

Norman continued to murmur in a hoarse tone like a demon's whisper, "Reverse hyperplasia, I never told you...... That's a genetic disease. ”

"Our genetic disease is a curse of the Osborne family, starting at your age......"

……

"Breaking News: Osborne's legendary founder and CEO, Norman Osborne, has passed away, and Osborne has confirmed that his only son, Harry Osborne, will be the heir to the business empire of the Osborne Group......

Norman Osborne died!

The news spread throughout Millican in just a few hours with instant news breaks.

Harry Osborne continued to commit to Manosborne's legacy, and the Osborne Group urgently convened a board meeting to discuss the stabilization of the stock price and the succession of Harry Osborne as chairman.

However, at this time, Mendel, who had always played the role of Norman's best partner, directly showed the fangs of his ambition after losing Norman's suppression.

At the same time, a tragedy has quietly happened.

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, it is the end of work for the Osborne Group.

In fact, for most of Osborne's employees, they strictly follow a 9-to-5 working schedule, with only a small percentage of them being delayed, and these people are either key people in the lab who need to work overtime, or they are some marginal people in the company who are easy to bully.

Max used to be one of the latter, but now he doesn't think he is anymore, and he has the right to leave work on time.

"It's finally time to get off work."

Max held a briefcase and waited impatiently for the elevator.

The thought of being able to celebrate his birthday later, his heart was overjoyed, and the elevator, which usually felt very fast, seemed to become a turtle speed at this time.

Of course, the long waiting time for the elevator was not enough to affect his current happy mood, and the feeling of his heart beating faster in anticipation made him a little fascinated.

Because he knew that there were already people waiting to celebrate his birthday, he no longer had to go back to his cold home and eat a bite of the birthday cake that someone pretended to give him.

He was looking forward to his birthday party in the evening, and even the waiting time was still very satisfying.

But his good mood was ruined by a sudden sound, a voice that disgusted him immensely.

"Dylan! You stay. ”

Smith, the director of the Department of Electricity, reached out to stop Max.

"Why?"

When Max heard Smith tell him to stay again, his face suddenly did not look good.

"There's a problem with the circuit in the genetic lab, you go fix it."

Smith commanded as a matter of course, and the elevator also came up at this time, and he didn't stop anymore after saying that, and went directly into the elevator.

Max said with some anger: "Everyone else is gone, why should I stay?" It's my birthday! ”

"Because you're special!"

Smith shrugged, "Happy birthday, Max!" ”

Bite!

The elevator doors closed, and the elevator slowly sank, leaving only Max with an angry face.

"Shit!"

Max scolded angrily and was about to leave directly, but after pressing the elevator button a few times in a row, he hesitated a little calmer.

Go? Or not going?

Smith was gone, and he couldn't refuse if he wanted to, and if he didn't go, no one would repair it.

"It should just be a matter of line connection, and it won't take much time, so let's go for it!"

While waiting for the elevator, Max, who had hesitated for a long time, was finally overcome by his sense of responsibility and went home, and turned around and walked towards the gene laboratory.

"Gilbert, I'm Max, please help me turn off the power supply to Area 32!"

"Forget it, I'm gone."

“……”