With great difficulty, he managed to hold it steady with his powerful control, manipulating it to try to fly around the secret room.

The glider was like a drunken butterfly at Clark's feet, not at all as obedient as it had been in Osborne's hands.

Flying crookedly around the office, hitting the wall in the east and landing in the west, the blazing vent even set the office on fire, and the fire alarm was blazing, and Osborne's security department reacted quickly and rushed to check it as soon as possible.

Clark had no choice but to accelerate, crashing directly through the tempered glass wall of the office and flying out of the Osborne Building.

"Huh~!"

This kind of feeling of stepping on the glider and embracing the cold wind at night really has the taste of riding the wind and the sword.

"No wonder they all like to step on a thing and float in the sky, the pace of human pursuit of speed is endless, how can drag racing play with a glider, the speed is 300 miles, the whole body is floating, it's just too high."

It feels so much better to fly outside.

There is no traffic control in the sky, there are no obstacles, and the space is almost infinite, so you can speed up to the limit and experience what it means to be at lightning speed.

Getting familiar with the operation of the glider, Clark accelerated towards his lodgings, and flew back to his lodgings in a few minutes, tidied up his hairstyle, threw the glider aside, and went inside and knocked on the prison wall.

"Mr. Fisk, I've sent you a friend, and from now on, you'll have company."

Throwing the Green Goblin into the prison wall and making the two supercriminals neighbors, Clark lay on the couch on all fours, looking exhausted.

It's not because of how hard the battle is today, it's mainly that dealing with Osborne Industries' classified documents and taming the Green Goblin glider is too much work.

In the dim light, Norman Osborne wandered through the humble passageway, dressed in a dignified hand-made suit that perfectly fit his body and set off his successful style.

A Chinese face, bright and dark under the continuous and gradual light.

In fact, the prison wall does not look like a prison, but rather like an apartment without an exit, with all kinds of small furniture, sofas, electrical appliances, all kinds of items, and even a local area network.

Unfortunately, Norman Osborne is not an otaku, he is the chairman of a large company, and his ambitions cannot be trapped in this small world.

"Fatty, how long have you been locked up here?"

Right now, there were only two people in the walled prison, and Norman Osborne easily found Kim's room.

Jin Ji looked at Norman Osborne coldly, stood up, shook his hands and feet, and said, "Not long before you."

Norman Osborne stroked the wall and slammed it down, feeling like it was sinking into cotton, and when he pulled his fist out, the wall gradually restored.

"Biomaterials?"

Norman Osborne was a little shocked, only fellow biological science researchers would understand what kind of technology such a wall of biomaterials contains.

That's a thorough study of genes, using genetic code to write biological traits at will, and with this kind of technology, you can even create a new race out of thin air.

Of course, in fact, Clark's technology is not so exaggerated, although he has already studied genetic technology in depth, but living things not only have bodies, but also mysterious souls.

Just like the current artificial intelligence, no matter how elaborate the human design is, no matter how much it simulates human thinking, but no matter what, it is almost a little inexplicable, resulting in it can only be artificial intelligence, not artificial life.

In the same way, Clark was able to create artificial creatures that were just as ingenious, but they were just creatures with some kind of simulated intelligence, but they lacked a little bit of it.

It's just the little thing that is missing that makes a world of difference.

"I've got to find a way to get out." Norman Osborne stroked the wall and muttered.

Jin and showed a hint of evil smile, this guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his eyebrows are about to fly when he laughs evilly, and there is an indescribable sense of evil. c

"There are no guards, no guards, just cold, solid walls, of course, there may be some way you can open it, but then you have to face a tricky situation."

"Your body is shrunk, and there are serious consequences if your shrunken body is exposed without the protection of equipment."

When he was first imprisoned in the prison wall, Kim watched as Clark demonstrated to him the consequences of escaping alone.

It was a shrunken goat, and after it walked out of the prison wall in a daze, it instantly turned into a puddle of blood.

Jin is very sorry for his life, and if he is not sure, he would rather stay in the prison wall for a while.

Of course, he believes that there is no such thing as a foolproof prison in the world, and there must be a way to break the prison wall, but he alone cannot do this.

He also calculated that Clark couldn't keep the prison walls empty forever, and there would always be new people coming in.

And the person who is qualified to be put in the prison wall by Clark should be considered a talent.

Jin doesn't dare to say that he is good at anything else, but winning people's hearts is his forte.

"Serious consequences?"

King explained in detail what he had seen when he arrived at the Walled Prison, and Norman listened thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Norman Osborne's eyes widened, and his heart began to pound, and despite his efforts to calm his emotions, he could not help but pray silently in his heart.

"Kill him, kill him quickly."

It turned out that at some point, an uninvited guest came to Clark's living room, she walked quietly, and quietly approached Clarke, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed.

A strange weapon shimmered in a cold light loomed over Clark's head, sometimes gesturing around his neck and sometimes wandering around his temples, as if the owner of the weapon was thinking about what to do.

"Yes, yes, that's it, just stick down there, just a light stroke......

Norman Osborne's heart was on the verge of a throat, and there was nothing more pleasant than the death of an enemy in his face, and he decided that when he escaped from this damn place, he would repay the man who had avenged him, and absolutely literally.

"What the hell are you waiting for, why don't you cut his neck and pierce his head, so that the blood splatters and the flesh flies......

Suddenly, Clark opened his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Clark looked up, motionless, looking at the beauty in front of him from a bird's-eye perspective.