Osborne Industries.

A separate studio.

Harry Osborne sat upright in a chair in the room, his right fingers deftly turning a pen. His expression was calm, but his heart was the polar opposite of the calmness on his face.

Meng Ao did not come.

Not shown at the funeral.

He thought that even if Meng Ao would not choose to reconcile with him and come in person, he would appoint a representative to attend. But Meng Ao did it more simply. Just as Norman Osborne did when Mendel Storm died.

Ignore it.

Ignore it.

This made Harry's already suppressed heart even heavier.

This is not a good sign.

Or rather, a signal that didn't meet Harry's inner expectations.

Footsteps came from outside.

Harry immediately collected his mood and looked in the direction of the door. A middle-aged man in a white research coat pushed open the transparent glass door and stepped forward.

The person who came had a sparse oblique golden hair, a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his tall nose, a slender face with a little unnatural smile, and an elegant temperament. Aside from his ordinary facial features and thin figure, the most eye-catching thing is his right arm that was broken from the elbow.

"Dr. Curtis Connors?" Harry immediately stood up from his chair, his eyes grazing over the identification plate on the man's chest research coat.

"Yes." Curtis Connors looked at Harry with an unnatural expression. Although he was much older than Harry, for a man who had only been immersed in research for more than a decade and had no interest in other people, Connors's means of communication did not match his age.

He can calmly face his research failures again and again, and become more and more courageous, but he does not have the confidence to face a person who can decide his graduate death with just one sentence.

In other words, the kind of tenacity that he has honed in the face of repeated failures in research is of little use in an environment that has nothing to do with research.

"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to meet you." Harry walked up to Curtis Connors and held out his hand: "My father held you in high esteem during his lifetime, and regarded you as the most outstanding leader in Osborne's industrial biogenes field after Richard Parker. ”

"It's Dr. Richard Parker." Curtis Connors took Harry's hand, "Please bring the word Doctor." ”

"Okay." Harry smiled, "Maybe you don't know, I'm good friends with his son, Peter Parker. ”

"He's a good guy, he's got amazing talent in the field of biology, and with the right environment and enough time for him to grow, his future achievements may be enough to rival his father's." Curtis Connors praised Peter Parker.

"If Peter's words were heard by you, I think he would go crazy with joy."

The two exchanged pleasantries with each other, and after clearing away the initial strangeness, Harry asked softly, "I heard that your research has made a big breakthrough recently, and it is close to success?" ”

Harry's voice was steady as he spoke, as it had been before, but only he knew what kind of nervousness he felt when he asked this. He was afraid to hear bad news from Curtis Connors that upset him even more.

He was now like a desperate beast, desperately clinging to any opportunity around him that could bring him hope for life.

"No, no, no, it can't be said to be a success, it achieved the results I wanted, but it still lacks sufficient clinical validation. The present stage of the real yàn is to carry out the medicinal real yàn on the animal. Curtis Connors said, waving his hand.

"It's called Fred, a guinea pig with a severed right forelimb." Curtis Connors pulled out a cuboidal, birdcage-like kennel from a corner. Inside, a sable-bodied mouse was twitching its nose and moving through the small space.

"It looks normal." With that, Harry seemed to think he was saying too general and vague, adding, "I mean, it's on all fours. ”

"Because I injected it with a cross-species genetic agent." Curtis Connors said, "Its severed limb was reborn. ”

"The potion looks like a success." Harry said, feeling his voice a little dry.

Connors's words made a hot heat of impulsive joy swell up in his tired and cold body recently, wave after wave, ** wave after wave washing over his veins and heart, and he could even hear the violently beating heart in his chest, as if it wanted to burst open!

"I admit it, but that's just the beginning, and I need more time to refine it little by little." Curtis Connors said.

"Can't it be faster?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Faster?" Curtis Connors frowned.

"I mean, a sooner clinical trial," Harry said as he looked at Curtis Connors with burning eyes, and said the last two heavy words seriously: "Human." ”

"It's too fast! Any experiment should not be rushed, especially in the closing stages. Curtis Connors's face and tone were stricter than Harry's, "I don't want you to repeat your father's mistakes, he's in too much of a hurry." I can understand the pressure he's under under the grip of his illness, but you're not like Harry, you're still young and have plenty of time to wait. ”

"I need it, Doctor!" Harry looked at Curtis Connors and solemnly repeated, "I need it so much!" ”

"Whether it's me, or for your research, I need it to be out there as soon as possible, as well as mature! Until I can take on the position of Executive Director of Osborne Industry! ”

……

Inside a dilapidated and empty factory.

"I'm very busy, little Meng'o." Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., looked helplessly at Meng Ao, who was sitting across from him.

"It's just a deal." Meng Ao said with a smile.

"Business? It seems like we just recently had a business that failed. We have also signed a contract for the order of the biological weapons 'Tyrant', but the delivery date has not yet arrived. What business can we do with each other besides the Grade Serum and your Bioweapon program? Nick Fury frowned: "Is it an expansion order?" ”

"No, no, no," Meng Ao shook his hand, "The grade serum still has a frightening adaptation rate and mortality rate so far, and although the tyrant is powerful, it also has great limitations, and it is not smart enough. Lack of ability to adapt in an environment where instructions cannot be received. ”

Nick Fury looked at Meng Ao with an indifferent expression, and after the end of his words, the indifference was like cold frost under the sun, fading little by little. He pulled out a chair, the legs of which made a screeching noise on the ground, and sat down opposite Meng Ao: "It's hard to imagine a businessman who, when faced with the sole buyer of his products, does not boast about his own products, but takes the initiative to expose the shortcomings of his own products. ”

"Come on, concealment in this sense means nothing to both of us." Meng Ao was disdainful: "It's good that you are the only buyer, but we are also the only seller of this product." Even if it's defective, you can only buy it from me for now. ”

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