In the dead of night, with the lights still on in Osborne's lab, Dr. Connors carefully pinned a mouse with a broken leg to a device and injected a vial of green potion into it.

"Come on, baby, let me see your strong willpower and the feasibility of this technique."

Dr. Connors stared at the struggling guinea pig, and suddenly, a miracle happened, pink flesh began to grow on the mouse's long-severed limb, and it wasn't long before a new leg appeared, no different from its other old legs.

Pap, papa, papa, a burst of applause came, and a man in a black suit walked out of the darkness, his eyes fixed on the mouse on the table, "It's a miracle, isn't it, Doctor." ”

Dr. Connors frowned at the sight of the man in black, it was clear that he didn't really like the guy, "It's the result of rigorous science and hard work. ”

"Well, whatever it is, it's a milestone in the history of human medicine, isn't it, Doctor, I think, we can start human trials right away."

"No, I refuse." Dr. Connors looked at him and said categorically, "This serum isn't there yet, I need more time to observe." ”

"I'm afraid we don't have that much time."

"What do you mean?"

"Doctor, you know, Oscom has invested a lot of money in your experiments, and recently due to the successful development of Stark Industries' new weapon, the Jericho missile, our stock price has fallen sharply, and the company's board of directors is in dire need of a fist product to save face in the military, and this serum is a good thing."

"That's your business, I'm just a scientist, science is rigorous, and shortening the research process at will will cause chaos."

"Doctor!" Seeing that Dr. Connors was stubborn, the man in black suddenly shouted, "Don't forget my identity, I have the right to close the lab and fire you at any time, all the research results here belong to Osben, not you, I want you to remember this." ”

In the face of the tough man in black, Dr. Connors relented, "But, where do you find volunteers?" ”

"We have a good relationship with the military, and there are countless disabled soldiers waiting for our help."

"No, you can't do that!" Dr. Connors was furious, he was a military doctor who had lost his severed arm in the war, and his conscience did not allow these unscrupulous capitalists to use the serum with unconfirmed results on their comrades.

Unfortunately, his strength was too weak, and the man in black's eyes narrowed, and he put away his smile, "Okay, from now on, you are not an employee of Oscom, you have a night to pack your things, including these guinea pigs of yours, I don't want to see you here again tomorrow morning." ”

With that, the man in black turned to leave, taking the serum from the table with him.

"This is the result of my research, how can you take it away so easily, and use it on those soldiers who are disabled for the country, well, since human trials must be conducted, then start with me, anyway, this is made by me." In desperation, Dr. Connors took a bottle of serum from the cold storage and injected it into his body, the pain causing him to faint and make him miss the horrific scene.

The mouse that had been injected with serum suddenly swelled and broke through the cage, its teeth and claws began to grow and sharpen, and its temperament became irritable, and it directly grabbed the cage next to it and pounced on its former kind.

After some time, Dr. Connors woke up, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that his arm, which had been broken for more than twenty years, had grown back and seemed to be much stronger, and then he realized that not only his new arm, but also his body was much stronger, and the feeling of power made him feel that he could kill a bull with one punch.

However, his first task now is to stop the man in black before, because with him as a living specimen, there is no need to harm those innocent disabled soldiers.

"Emma, where is Mr. Robert?"

"Doctor, I saw Mr. Robert's car heading north."

"Okay, I got it."

Phew, the angry Dr. Connors smashed the microphone and the phone, and his hand was not hurt in the slightest, but now the angry doctor didn't care about that, he looked in the direction of the north through the window, and a bridge across the sea was faintly visible in the distance, "North, that's the Veterans Hospital, that damn bastard can't wait, I must stop him." ”

Dr. Connors flagged a taxi and headed for the bridge to the north, where the Veterans Hospital was on the other side, and the anger in his chest burned so hard that he didn't notice that some scales were beginning to appear on his skin.

At this moment, the man in black named Robert appeared in Osborne's private mansion, standing respectfully in front of a thin middle-aged man, and the serum that Dr. Connors had researched was in his hand.

"Is this the serum?" The middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, Mr. Osborne." It turned out that this middle-aged man was the big boss of the Osborne Group - Norman Osborne.

"You're doing a good job, Robert, you're going to gather people to continue studying this serum from tomorrow, and you don't have to worry about the test stuff, it'll be delivered to you soon."

"Okay, Mr. Osborne, but is there really no problem without Dr. Connors?"

"Didn't you say that the most critical formula for this serum was provided by an assistant named Peter Parker, and promoted him to the position of laboratory supervisor and continued his research work, by the way, don't let him know the specific process of the test, only give him the test data."

"Okay, I completely understand, then I'll quit first."

After seeing Robert leave, Norman Osborne walked into his large study with a bottle of serum in his hand, and through the rows of bookshelves, he came to the innermost corner, where there was a self-portrait of himself in oil.

Without hesitation, Norman Osborne pressed a pattern on one of the corners of the portrait, and his portrait slowly rose upwards to reveal another painting, but this one was very different from the previous one, with a creature covered in green scales, sharp teeth in its mouth, and two sharp horns on the top of its head, and a burning volcano in the background.

Norman Osborne whispered to the painting, surprisingly not speaking any human language, and after a few words, a green mist began to fill the painting, and through the fog, the whole painting seemed to come to life.

"Osborne, you'd better summon me for a good reason, or I'll let your little life go to zero!" A hoarse voice came from the painting.

Norman Osborne, who had a superior position, bowed to the painting like a humble servant, "Yes, I have something very important to report to you..."