Andrew and the others fled, and Edward didn't bother at all. In fact, for the three Andrews, although he has an interest in research, there are still some threats to him from the formless and qualitative mental power, and there is no effective way to control it at all.

He could have killed them easily. But to catch and control them, he has no way now. Chopping off arms, chopping off hands, it's useless, even with constant injections of tranquilizers, there are risks. As soon as the other party wakes up, you have to worry about whether you will be elusively motivated, come and take a look.

In his opinion, the escape of the three of them is a good thing for the military, and he will not listen.

These thoughts only swirled back in Edward's mind, and the figure began to slowly move away from the crowd......

……

Edward could leave, but the other officers couldn't. can only stick to their posts and assist the military in cleaning up the scene. Watching the military leave, cleaning up the mess they left behind, and of course dealing with reporters with green eyes.

After a moment of silence, the scene of the accident became chaotic.

The crowd of onlookers, the police who controlled the scene, the reporters who interviewed them, and the photographers who shot everywhere. And, of course, the audience in front of the TV......

……

Osborne Building.

Norman Osborne sat quietly in the conference room, looking wearily at the big screen with cloudy eyes, the scene of the accident. Collapsed buildings, cracked earth, exploding and burning cars, and crying helpless crowds.

"It's really fragile...... old voice, full of weakness and exhaustion.

Raise your trembling hands. In his cloudy eyes, there was a reflection of the ravines of loose skin, on which he could see a lot of age spots, and his own biological knowledge told him that they were the symptoms of old age.

The aging body, with its decaying bodily functions, is unable to metabolize excess melanin, resulting in pigmentation and the formation of age spots......

"Huh."

Feeling the weakness and soreness in his body, Norman shook his head and smiled bitterly. Inadvertently, he is already a drooping and decrepit, gray hair and loose skin are silently reminding him: no matter how high his prestige and ability, he can't make up for his lost youth and can't get a young body.

The word energetic has gone with his age, and now he is just a sunset that exudes residual heat.

After struggling in the chair for a long time, he managed to stand up, and after a while, he became a little out of breath. Feeling his increasingly weak body, Norman's eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness.

"Mastermind, how well is the experimental data organized, what are the results of the serum analysis in that bottle, and can my body be completely treated."

"The data has been analyzed. Mr. Edward's serum that can heal your body. According to experimental data, after the injection of serum, your cell activity will reach a peak. Energetic, during the rapid renewal of cells, your body will reach the age of 20. ”

"Really?" Norman was noncommittal, everything has a price. He naturally knew, not to mention that he was an expert in biology himself. Returning the state of life to the peak state of twenty years old, if there is no price, it is completely contrary to common sense and breaks the laws of the world.

No matter how genius Edward was, he didn't believe that the other party could break the laws of the world.

"After the injection of serum, what are the negative effects on the body?" Norman said with a blank face.

"Burn your life. After the serum is injected, the special protein in the serum stimulates the cells to accelerate metabolism, and in order to maintain this peak state of life, the cells will divide and differentiate at a faster rate. And this will overdraw your life. "Electronic music doesn't have any emotion.

"Really? The last flame of life. Norman frowned, and the wrinkles on his face were even more squeezed together. Like a wrinkled orange.

"Has the lab found a solution?" Norman felt that his old body could no longer withstand the consumption of his brain, so he only groaned slightly, and then stopped wasting his energy and asked directly.

"Dr. Connors found three solutions." Electronic stereo.

"Really?!" Norman's tired face shook his spirits.

"That's one of the few pieces of good news." Norman laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I can't wait." Lifting his spirits, Norman concentrated what little energy he had left, listening to the solution below.

"Superhuman serum, functional enhancers, and Mr. Edward's Divine Fist." The electronic sound was as cold as ever.

On the other side, hearing these three solutions, Norman's brows became tighter and tighter. The three ways seem like a lot, but for him, none of them are suitable.

The Superhuman Serum Finish, since the death of Dr. Erskinner, has become a gem. It is not impossible to want to replicate, but after so many years, the superhuman serum still has not successfully replicated.

What's more, even if the superhuman serum is placed in front of Norman, it is still unknown whether he dares to use it or not.

As for the functional enhancer, it can be said to be a mutilated version of the superhuman serum, relying on some data left over from the year, Norman Osborne himself researched a strengthening drug, but the side effects are really not complimentary.

And God Fist ......

Norman's cloudy eyes were uncertain.

"Although there have been people who have succeeded, and this power of human evolution is also very powerful. But whether he can break the limits of his body and step into the path of evolution is unknown. Norman muttered to himself as he flashed the thunderous figure around him.

Norman Osborne, who developed a dilapidated Osborne into the current giant, is naturally not a mediocre himself. He doesn't be arrogant, but he also doesn't be arrogant.

Anything has the potential to fail. The difference is only in the size of the probability, and whether the consequences are bearable to the individual.

Even Kamikendo is no exception.

“…… However, Osborne must not be so embarrassed. Muttered. Norman's eyes suddenly shot out a cold light.

As the controller of Osborne's industry, he has paid too much, too much for Osborne's growth. It's more than he can imagine. So, he can't let it go, and he doesn't want to let it go.

trembling to the bedside, under the hundreds of meters high building, pedestrians and vehicles, like ants. The warm sunset shone through the glass, covering Norman's old body, and the warm sunlight did not bring him any warmth. I don't know when there was a sky-blue potion in my hand, and in the dim yellow sunlight, it shimmered with a dreamy color.

"Osborne can only belong to Osborne, even if it is destroyed, it can only be in Osborne's own hands!" The cold voice was full of cold and bitter anger.

Bang!

The sound of shattering sounded.