96: The Perfect Norman Osborn

Osborn Industries. 

In the staff dormitory.

Jack looked at his younger brothers and said lightly, "It seems that Norman Osborn is unreliable. 

"Now that the test item is caught by the police, it will only be a matter of time before Norman gets caught too."

"Then boss, what should we do now?"

A subordinate asked. Jack thought for a while and said, "Let's leave later."

"Now the matter of Kingpin is slowly getting smaller." 

"It's dangerous to go out now, but at least it's safer than in Osborn Industries."

Jack knew very well that, to a certain extent, he was the accomplice of this transformation experiment gone wrong. 

If they don't leave, the police will find Norman, and they will soon be able to find him too.

Thinking of this, Jack couldn't help but scolded himself for being so unlucky. 

Just got rid of the turmoil of the gold merger, and fell into Norman's mess again. 

"July 20" now he just wants to run quickly and hide in a small corner in New York City. 

Wait until all the wind has passed, and then come out again.

Several of his subordinates also nodded in agreement, they had already had enough of the Osborn Industry facility. 

Here, everyone seems to look down on them.

"Okay, let's go tonight!" 

"But before we leave, we have to go and get our payment for this time. 

Jack smiled and looked out the door, his eyes looking in the direction of Norman's laboratory.

The entrance to the Norman laboratory. 

Peter remained here, looking into Norman's laboratory. 

From just now until now, Norman has never come out again, and the voice inside has also been silent.

"Dr Norman."

Peter knocked on the door of the laboratory worriedly, but after waiting for a while, there was no response. 

Just when Peter was about to push the door in.

The door of the laboratory suddenly opened, and Norman stood in front of Peter with a smile on his face. 

He glanced at Peter suspiciously: "Peter, why haven't you left yet?"

Peter looked at Norman's normal and somewhat abnormal appearance at the moment, and said, "I was a little worried about you just now."

Norman shook his head: "Don't worry about me, I have figured it out, one person does things and one person is responsible. 

"I caused this incident, and I shall bear all the consequences.

Peter nodded reassuringly: "Dr. Norman, I'm glad you think so.

"Definitely, Peter."

"It was all my fault before."

Looking at Norman's sincere eyes, Peter felt that something was wrong.

But still choose to believe in Norman.

"Dr. Norman, is there anything else I can help you with?" 

"No, boy. I'd like to be alone for a while, if I can." 

Norman glanced at his laboratory, then at Peter.

Peter understands how badly this has affected Norman. 

Although he was worried about Norman, he still nodded: "Well, Dr. Norman, I'm staying in Osborn Industries."

"If you need me to help with anything, you can call me anytime." 

Norman nodded and hugged Peter with open arms: "Thank you, Peter."

Peter looked at Norman and hugged him back.

What Peter didn't notice was when Norman's face was turned away from Peter. 

A wicked smile appeared on Norman's face.

After the hug was over, Norman returned to normal again and patted Peter on the shoulder. 

"Go on, Peter. Leave me alone for a while."

After sending Peter away, Norman returned to the laboratory alone. 

After the door behind him closed, Norman's normal facial features began to distort. 

Then he burst out laughing: "Hahaha...that idiot, I really deceived him!"

"It's all the fault of those people in the military!"

Norman laughed and walked to the test bench. There were only one and a half bottles left of the two bottles of strengthening potion at the moment. 

"Peter, thank you so much for the decay formula, I mixed half the strengthening potion with the anti-gene potion." 

"I didn't expect it to really make me succeed."

Norman looked at the concrete wall to one side, and there were actually several paw prints on the wall at the moment. 

Looking at the paw prints, Norman looked at his hands again, and there was still a little dust on the nails.

"Now I am the most perfect one."

Bang!

Norman punched the test stand in front of him, leaving a fist mark in an instant. 

"As long as you lose the evidence, you can't find me..."

Norman slowly walked to another door in the laboratory, and skillfully pressed the password on the combination lock on the right.

After a beep, the door slowly opened. 

But behind the door is a wall with three glass cabins. 

In the middle is a green humanoid exoskeleton.

On the left is a bat-like Flight device. 

On the right is a green mask similar to Joker's face, and under the green mask, are small balls similar to pumpkins.

Looking at the three things in front of him, Norman smiled with satisfaction: "You are all my masterpieces. 

"But those people don't understand, then I will use you to create unprecedented fear for them.

"I'll show them that you're no less technologically advanced than Stark Industries.

"The invention of Osborn Industries, better than Stark Industries!" 

"The first stop of terror is the New York Police Department..."

The corners of Norman's mouth were raised at an extremely exaggerated angle, revealing an extremely sinister smile.

Inside the New York Police Department. 

"They...one was dressed like a doctor and gave me injections."

The homeless man was tied to a chair. 

His eyes were empty, as if he was asleep, but he could answer every question of Anna accurately.

Anna's holding a pen and a drawing board in front of her.

"Sir, please describe for me the appearance of the person who gave you the injection."

The tramp was silent for a while, as if recalling. 

Then speak slowly.

According to the description of the tramp, a lifelike portrait was slowly drawn by Anna. 

George, who was standing behind Anna, saw the facial features and face of the portrait.

A familiar face in his mind quickly overlapped.

Wait until Anna's last stroke falls.

George shocked shouted: "Norman Osborn..." 

Anna put down her pen, she naturally knew about this person.

Not only know, but also met once at a party where celebrities from all walks of life gathered.

George asked uncertainly, "Is it really him?"

Anna nodded affirmatively: "The portrait drawn by the prisoner's subconscious is almost 90% credible. 

"What about the remaining 10 percent?"

Anna said softly: "Unless his memory has been tampered with, the remaining 10% does not exist."

George took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll go apply for an arrest warrant right away." 

"Tomorrow we'll take a trip to Osborn Industries..."

To be continued...