Gwen Stacy sat in the stands beside the exercise field, watching Peter Parker working out below. After the Lizard-Man incident on the Brooklyn Bridge, the Osborn Group immediately took over the Cross-Species Gene Transplantation Project, sealing off the lab and seizing all the experimental data.
The interns were reassigned to other, insignificant projects and were pressured to sign non-disclosure agreements. Dr. Connors had disappeared completely.
Gwen suspected that the Lizard-Man was the experimental subject of the Lizard Serum. The Osborn Group had used the Lizard Serum in human trials without FDA approval. Such behavior was simply a disregard for human life.
But a behemoth like the Osborn Group was not something ordinary people like them could stand against. Even if her father was the New York City Police Department commissioner, any attempt to get involved would mysteriously end in suicide.
Being accidentally crushed by weights during a workout, heart attacks, suffocating from a plastic bag – those who opposed these big corporations were always incredibly unlucky.
Unfortunately, the surviving witnesses either hid in their cars or had already fled far away. No one saw where the Lizard-Man had escaped to.
"Ninety-seven... ninety-eight... ninety-nine... one hundred!"
After running ten kilometers, Peter Parker did another one hundred squats. Such an astonishing amount of exercise attracted the attention of many people.
"Next, one hundred push-ups!"
He immediately lay on the ground and did push-ups with perfect form.
Gwen Stacy finally couldn't help it and went down from the stands, standing in front of Peter Parker. He had been like this since three days ago. He suddenly became an avid fitness enthusiast, going to the exercise field to do high-intensity training after each day's classes.
"What's going on, Peter? You've changed so much lately," Gwen placed a water bottle in front of Peter Parker. "I'm worried about you!"
She had already investigated through her father. There were no relatives of Peter Parker involved in the Brooklyn Bridge incident.
Peter Parker stopped doing push-ups and stood up.
"I was on the bridge when the Lizard-Man attacked the Brooklyn Bridge."
Gwen Stacy's pupils shrank.
"The witness list clearly doesn't have you on it."
Peter Parker shook his head:
"I ran away when they came to register identities. Gwen, I watched with my own eyes as that monster threw a car full of people into the freezing East River, and their screams echoed in my ears. I tried to stop the monster, but I was no match for him and almost got killed."
"Gwen, I want to get stronger, at least so that the next time I encounter a similar situation, I won't just be a bystander, I won't be as helpless as I was this time, unable to do anything."
Peter Parker's eyes reddened as he spoke; he was just an ordinary high school student. Death seemed like a distant thing. That was the first time he had seen so many vibrant lives disappear in an instant.
Gwen's heart softened, and she hugged Peter Parker.
"It's okay, it's okay, you've done your best."
Only now did she know that the hero who stood out from the witness testimonies to stop the Lizard-Man was Peter Parker.
"One hundred and fifty-three people are alive because of you; you saved them."
Peter Parker felt a wonderful fragrance enveloping him, and his soft body made him feel a little flustered.
"But is this training really useful?"
Gwen hesitantly let go, asking with some doubt.
"Of course, a super-powerful expert taught me, and I've felt myself getting much stronger these three days!"
Peter Parker said excitedly. He could clearly feel that when he was exercising, power was continuously surging from deep within his body. In just three days, he had not only become familiar with his mutated power but had also significantly increased his limit strength.
If he faced the Lizard-Man again, he certainly wouldn't be as helpless as he was last time.
The metal box was opened, and neatly stacked bundles of brand-new American bills were inside.
"Your money-making speed is too exaggerated."
Alejandro scratched his head, somewhat helplessly.
"More than a hundred million dollars, even if you were to open a mine in Bolivia, you wouldn't be able to earn so much money in a short time. Not to mention a bastard. I can help you wash a portion of it, but you must have other investment methods. It's useless to just invest the money in the farm. Your income is too singular; you must have more industries to gradually incorporate these funds of unknown origin into your income calculations and declare taxes."
He had been brought to the farm by Broly from Bolivia to handle this newly acquired cash of over a hundred million.
Traditional money-laundering methods, such as opening restaurants, arcades, and car washes, would take ages to launder this hundred million into clean money.
What could really be useful was making movies. Using yin-yang contracts and falsely reporting filming costs, a single movie could successfully launder thirty to forty million dollars.
Investing in art was a similar method. The rough way was to buy famous paintings at a low price and then sell them at auction through an "anonymous collector consignment," with the money-laundering side purchasing the paintings at a price far exceeding the normal amount.
A more covert art money-laundering method was to select works, choosing paintings on the market suitable for money laundering, with hundreds of paintings in circulation in the market. It could be the works of the same artist or the same school.
First, purchase a certain number of paintings at a low price, and then continuously drive up the price of these paintings by dozens of times through agreed transactions or false transactions. After that, the previously purchased paintings could be used for money laundering.
Although this kind of operation had a long cycle, it was very covert and had almost no hidden dangers. It could even kill two birds with one stone, tricking ignorant fools into sending their money.
In this situation, the authenticity of the work was no longer important, and even fakes were better than real ones.
Unfortunately, those money-laundering intermediaries usually had dark hearts. Without a strong background to deter them, they would dare to swindle anyone's money. Without revealing his strength, Broly couldn't hand over the money to them. If he revealed his strength, the identity of Clark Kent would no longer be safe.
"Let's first use the current money to acquire a mechanical processing company. Cade is an amazing inventor; we'll make a lot of money, and maybe we won't even need to launder this hundred million dollars."
Broly encouraged and patted Cade on the shoulder.
"Boss!"
Cade was somewhat touched.
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