"Knock knock" Rick stepped out of the elevator and stood in front of a luxurious door made of solid wood, knocking on the door.

After a moment of silence, a majestic but somewhat unbreathed voice was heard.

"Come in!"

Pushing the door in, Rick immediately smelled a smell similar to hospital disinfectant, mixed with various unknown medicinal smells.

A man with a thin shape and a withered face lay weakly on a large white face.

He turned slightly to the side and looked in the direction of the door.

With a smile on his face, Rick walked to the side unusually calmly, bowed his head slightly, and looked condescendingly at the seemingly old man in front of him, but in fact he was in middle age.

Norman Osborne stretched out an arm covered with wrinkles and struggled to hold up half of it, as if he wanted to make eye contact with Rick on the side, but his weak arm could not fully support his body, so he could only tilt his head half-up, but his eyes were still very calm when he looked at Rick.

The room was eerily quiet, except for the sound of Norman Osborne's heavy breathing echoing through the empty room.

The two looked at each other briefly, without any communication.

Finally, Norman Osborne, as if he could no longer support his arms, slowly lay down on it again.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Rick Joe, the nephew of your employee Harvey Olier."

"Harvey probably doesn't know his nephew's true face, who are you?"

"I'm Rick Joe, and I heard that my uncle's boss, Mr. Osborne, was suffering from an incurable disease, so I came to pay a visit."

The corners of Norman's mouth twitched slightly, "Oh, then you said on the phone that you brought Mr. Osborne a substance that could alleviate his illness, I wonder if Rick brought it?" ”

Rick didn't pay attention to the temptation in Norman's words, and he sat down on the wide top and crossed his legs.

"Of course, Rick is a man of his word. Something was brought, of course. ”

After hearing this, Norman Osborne was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of surprise appeared in his face.

When Rick pushed the door in, walked over to him with a big grin, and then looked at each other, his heart chuckled, and the comer was not good.

He was completely weak now, not to mention knocking down the young man in front of him, and it was very difficult to even pick up a gun and aim it.

Although in the other hand under the quilt, there was a remote control button to warn the guard team downstairs, but he didn't dare to do it at all.

Not to mention whether it will cause the person in front of you to attack, even if the team below comes up, and the self who is close to the other party is likely to end up together.

He suppressed the worry in his heart, since the other party did not come up and killed him, then there was still a chance to be false and wronged.

Norman Osborne's life, from a small company that started as a start-up to a top 5 super enterprise, as the chairman of this huge enterprise, is naturally not stupid, he took a deep breath and asked:

"What do you want?"

"No, no, no, I don't want anything, I'm here to talk about a deal with you."

Rick held out his index finger and waved it in front of Norman's eyes.

"I give you a hope of curing your disease, and you will temporarily hand over Osborne Industries to me to help manage it during your treatment."

"You see, not only can you treat diseases, but you also have someone who can help you manage the company, it's like killing two birds with one stone, what a good thing!"

Rick couldn't help but clapp.

Ignoring Rick's flashy performance, Norman Osborne said lightly: "I can give you a part of Osborne Industries, of course, this is what needs you to cure my disease." ”

"Does the light want to heal you? Don't want to think about your son Harry? He's 15 years old, and your family's genetic disease must be on him. ”

Norman's face changed, "You"

Without waiting for him to speak, Rick continued: "You are getting sicker, and the other directors of your company must be working together to squeeze you out, just as you did Mendel Storm. ”

"The products you have cooperated with the military have not made any progress for a long time, are you also facing the threat of contract dissolution soon?"

"Also, there has been friction between S.H.I.E.L.D. and you recently."

With Rick's words, Norman Osborne's face became more and more serious, and when he heard the word S.H.I.E.L.D. again, he finally couldn't help but say:

"You're an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Then he said to himself: "Yes, only S.H.I.E.L.D. agents can know so much about me, and can simulate Harvey's voice to talk to me, and can swagger like this, so that people will personally send it up and walk in front of me." ”

"No, I'm not from S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm just a high school student. Before I came here to make a deal with you, I had just made a deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. ”

"Hehe, so that's the case, no wonder." Norman laughed at himself, then asked, "Is the new organization in the New York underground related to you, and Storm's disappearance should also be your doing?" ”

"If you can cure Harry's and my family's genetic ailments, then why not give you my Osborne industry?"

"It's refreshing, but I have one more request."

"Don't say one request, it's five, as long as you can cure this damn disease thoroughly, I promise you. Where's the thing you said on the phone that would cure me? ”

As he spoke, Norman looked at Rick with some suspicion.

He looked closely as Rick walked through the door and walked towards him. Rick was wearing long pants and short sleeves, his hands were empty, his short-sleeved shirt had no pockets, and the pockets of Xiuxian's pants were also shriveled, so he couldn't see anything to carry at all.

Rick slowly reached for Norman Osborne's head.

During this time, Norman just stared at Rick with his eyes open, and did not make any statements.

A white hand suddenly froze in front of Norman's face.

"Whew." Norman Osborne breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, and his hand under the quilt that was holding the alarm button almost went off.

Suddenly, in front of him, the center of the small palm that was originally empty.

Suddenly, a red pomegranate-shaped fruit appeared, crystal clear, and just looking at it made people can't help but want to swallow it. It's just a pity that there is a gap missing in the surrounding corner, but like Venus's broken arm, it has a strange beauty.

And it is from this void that an unforgettable aroma emanates from it.

Rick's palm turned again, and the fruit disappeared into his palm again.

Norman Osborne closed his eyes and breathed intoxicatedly, and after the aroma wore off, his face showed some melancholy and nostalgia.

"I believe what you say will heal me, and the moment I smell that scent, I feel as if I am full of strength, just as I did when I was young."