149: Ice Sculpture Party!
A terrible scream erupted from behind the lab door as George's team arrived.
They froze, faces taut.
Peter knew the sound - Norman was conducting human trials.
"Hurry, Uncle George!"
"Prepare to break in!" George ordered.
The detectives blasted the lock and stormed inside.
George halted them.
"No sign of the Goblin yet. Stay alert, retreat if needed." The men nodded, having witnessed the Goblin's power already.
George turned to Peter, "Stay back until it's secure."
Peter complied, "Be careful, Uncle George."
The door creaked open illuminating the pristine lab. Norman stood casually, hands in pockets, as the team filtered in.
"Norman Osborn, you're under arrest for illegal human testing. You have the right..." George began.
Norman interrupted, "Please, something more original?"
Despite Norman's solitude, George remained wary, especially of the large curtained area behind him.
"You're surrounded, Norman. Come out," George commanded.
Norman smiled slyly. "If you insist, but first meet my test subjects."
He swept back the curtain, eliciting gasps. Behind were a dozen mutated people - swollen limbs, oversized heads, writhing in agony.
"Did you kidnap New Yorkers?" George demanded.
George looked at the group of people who were no longer human, and asked angrily behind Norman.
Those people are all mutated people after the Norman transformation.
However, because Norman has been testing different ratios of genetic agents, these modified people are different.
Some bodies are swollen, some just have a big circle of arms.
And some of them can only lie on the ground in pain because their heads are too big...
Roughly counted in the past, there were about a dozen people.
"New Yorkers?
Norman smiled and shook his finger: "No no no, they're just a bunch of vermin clinging to New York."
"I put them into great technological experiments, and that was the last bit of their life."
"Otherwise, the money New York spends on these homeless people every year will be wasted."
The team bristled at the arrogance. "Take him now!" George yelled.
As the detectives charged, Norman flicked his palm. The mutated mob swarmed forth viciously. Gunshots rang out uselessly against their hides.
George panicked, "Fall back! We need heavy weapons!"
Meanwhile, Norman observed gleefully, taking notes as if at a science fair.
As George retreated, a leaper pounced toward a frozen detective.
"No, stay back!" the man pleaded, legs like jelly.
There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of the transformed man's mouth, he lifted his foot lightly and then stomped down heavily towards the police detective's head.
Everyone knows that if they are directly stepped on, that person's head will directly turn into a rotten watermelon.
But it all happened so fast that it was too late for a group of people to stop it.
"It's really good, how quickly you solved a police detective, it seems that you have some experimental value."
"Not bad!"
Norman said very happily, and at the same time looked forward to how much psychological damage the bloody scene that would happen next would cause to the group of police detectives.
At that moment,
A white figure broke into the laboratory directly from mid-air, and slammed heavily on the chest of the mutated human.
The modified man who raised one foot lost his balance in an instant and fell straight back.
It was followed by several spiderweb shots, which stuck to the reformers who were running at the front, preventing their attack.
"Spider-Woman!"
The saved detective cried in relief. Morale surged at the sight of their guardian angel.
Landing by George, Spider-Woman joked, "Another save, Chief."
"it seems that I have rescued you again."
"When will you give me a pennant or something. Just write 'Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Woman in New York City'"
George bantered, "Yes, but our pennant needs to be claimed by real name."
"Why don't you take off your hood."
Spider-Woman scoffed playfully, "Not sincere enough. It's better to deal with the group of guys in front of you first."
Watching his entertainment spoiled, Norman seethed with rage. The pen and notebook crystallized in his freezing grip.
The mutants whined strangely and retreated behind the curtain, as if witnessing something terrifying manifest.
"Spider-Woman! Spider-Woan!"
"You are meddling again, good! Good! Good!"
Now Norman is like a dynamite keg, it explodes at one point.
George and Spider-Woman tensed, sensing the energy shift. Spider-Sense screamed a warning.
"Everyone, get out!"
"Quick!"
Spider-Woman urged.
"You, No one... can't escape from me!"
"I'm Green Goblin!"
George raised his gun but froze as Norman's coat writhed. Sickly green skin spread as his eyes went pitch black - the Green Goblin!
George understood - Norman Osborn was the Goblin!
"Fall back!" he bellowed.
The Goblin jumped as his glider emerged.
"Let's have an ice sculpture party!" he cackled madly.
In an instant, more than a dozen pumpkin bombs with green flames fell from the sky.
Gwen immediately rushed in front of everyone, and the spiderwebs on both wrists spit out crazily and intertwined into a spiderweb wall...
To be continued...