A few days had passed since the Lizard Doctor incident was resolved. The police investigation had issued an official explanation.
Most of the blame was placed on the deceased Dr. Connors. After all, he was dead, so a bit more wouldn't hurt.
Meng Ran and his friends returned to their daily lives. Meng Ran was happy to have gained new abilities. He had originally planned to personally deal with Dr. Connors, as he had harmed so many people, causing many to lose their lives. There was no reason to let him go.
But Meng Ran hadn't expected Dr. Connors to be so understanding, choosing to end things himself. This just saved Meng Ran the trouble of helping him out.
During this time, the Blackwater company had also gone silent. After Meng Ran eliminated those three Blackwater mercenaries and the Crocodile Gang, Blackwater hadn't bothered him again. This surprised Meng Ran a little. How come the villains these days were so smart, not just rushing in blindly?
Meng Ran was even hoping for a few more Mutant mercenaries to come and give him more skills. After all, every little bit helped, and Meng Ran didn't mind having more.
But since they weren't making any moves, Meng Ran couldn't take the initiative to go after Blackwater.
He still knew too little about Blackwater, so he should be cautious. It wouldn't be too late to act after gathering more information, and it would be safer.
While Meng Ran and the others were living their lives as usual, a major event occurred at the Osborn Group.
Inside a secret laboratory within the Osborn Group, Norman Osborn was conducting research with several scientists.
Norman, wearing a white lab coat and connected to a respirator, sat in a wheelchair. A vicious illness had ravaged his body, making the man, who was only in his forties, look like a man in his fifties or sixties.
Norman's face was gaunt, with a hint of green. His tired eyes occasionally flashed with pain. His weary body leaned against the wheelchair, exuding a sense of decay.
The scientists were briefing him on the latest research findings.
Norman listened and pondered. Then, he asked, "How is the green Lizard Serum coming along?"
The scientists exchanged glances upon hearing Norman's question. The lead scientist said, "We've made some progress. We have an idea for removing the side effects of the reagent. However, the problem is that as the side effects decrease, the effectiveness of the reagent also diminishes."
"We are still looking for a solution to this problem."
"Damn it!" Norman growled, angered by the scientist's words. He didn't have much time left. He had to find a cure for this genetic disease before he died. He didn't want Harry to suffer the same agonizing fate.
Norman couldn't help but think of the late Dr. Connors. "Sigh... if only he were still alive, the progress wouldn't be so slow."
Norman was agitated. His restlessness made him cough. After finally calming down, he waved his hand, signaling the scientists to continue working. Then, he had his assistant push him to another desk.
Before he had become this way, he often sat behind this desk, lost in thought, conducting research. Many of the Osborn Group's achievements came from his hand.
Norman sat at his desk and began to write, draw, and calculate, a familiar activity that he hadn't done in a long time since his body had changed.
He had no other choice now. The experiment was stuck at a crucial step, and Dr. Connors, who was in charge of this step, had met with an accident. He was truly at a loss.
He wanted to use his limited time to defuse this time bomb for Harry. He had dedicated his entire life to this, and he couldn't fail at this final step.
Norman endured the discomfort of his body, sitting in front of his desk and organizing his thoughts. Ideas flashed in his mind, and he wrote them down immediately, instructing the nearby scientists to experiment and see if those ideas could be realized.
Time slipped away unnoticed. He had been sitting here for a full twelve hours. This was a huge burden for a normal person, let alone for someone like him, who was already on death's door; it was like poison.
But Norman dared not stop. He was afraid he would die before solving this problem. The people behind him had reminded him countless times to rest and take his medicine, but he refused each time.
Now, the people behind him reminded him again. This time, Norman didn't insist. He felt depleted and needed a rest.
Just as the person behind him was pulling his wheelchair away, preparing to send him back to rest and take his medicine, Norman's withered hand suddenly grabbed the table.
Norman gasped, breathing heavily. His weak voice was firm as he said, "Wait a little longer!"
The person behind him immediately pushed him back to where he was.
Norman hastily grabbed his pen and paper, beginning to write and draw. After a while, he called over the researchers and began explaining something to them.
The researchers gathered around him, listening to his explanation. Their eyes grew brighter and brighter. After listening, they took the paper and began working. Norman and they both felt that this might be their closest attempt to success yet.
Norman didn't have any desire to leave at this moment. This discovery stirred him, and the moment that could change the Osborn family's destiny might be at hand.
Norman watched the researchers' operations, waiting anxiously.
After a while, several researchers finally gathered around an instrument. Norman gestured for the person behind him to push him over as well.
A group of people surrounded an instrument that was spinning rapidly inside, emitting a faint green light. After a moment, the instrument stopped, and the researchers took out five vials of serum.
"This is the finished product of our previous hypothesis. This is our closest step to success, but whether it's actually successful still depends on the final experiment," a leading researcher said to Norman.
Norman nodded, trying to calm his excited mood. He said in a low voice, "Experiment as soon as possible. I'll be waiting there for your results."
After saying this, Norman gestured for the person behind him to push him to the desk he had been using. He reclined his chair a little and lay there, closing his eyes to rest while waiting for the experimental results.
Several more hours passed. The sleeping Norman was awakened by the person beside him. It turned out the results were out, and the researchers were standing in front of his desk, holding the report.
Norman's face was grim. The long hours had left him feeling utterly exhausted.
But more worrying than his physical fatigue was the experiment's results. Seeing the researchers' uneasy expressions, he had a bad feeling.
Norman said sternly, "What are the results? Tell me."
The researcher glanced at the report again and then said, "Sir, the experimental results are in, but they're not quite what we expected. While we've proven it has an effect, we can't confirm whether that effect will work on your body."
"After all, you're the only one with this illness. Although we've observed the serum to be effective through your blood, we can't test its function on the entire body, including all the organs. Therefore, we can't determine the final effect."
"We may need more time to solve this problem."
Listening to the researcher's explanation, Norman couldn't help but frown. After pondering for a while, he said, "Without test subjects, we can't determine the final effect."
"Then just use it on me. Since it works on the blood, it should also work on this illness."
"I don't have any time left."
The lead researcher was shocked to hear Norman's words and immediately tried to dissuade him from acting rashly. But Norman just shook his head at their pleas, repeating himself, "I don't have any time."
He then forcefully ordered them to begin preparations. Seeing his determination and considering his condition, the researchers could only nod.
After a while, the equipment was ready.
Norman was carried and placed on a cylindrical, inclined experimental platform, enclosed by thick glass.
After putting Norman inside, the researchers attached monitors to his chest and various parts of his body, then secured him firmly to the platform.
Watching the glass enclosure about to close, Norman said to those outside, "If I die, keep the data from this experiment. Use this data to continue the experiment until it succeeds, and then cure Harry."
Both the researcher who had pushed Norman and the other researchers nodded.
Norman closed his eyes, waiting for the experiment to begin. He had prepared his will long ago; Harry would understand everything then.
The glass enclosure sealed shut. A researcher repeatedly pressed buttons on a nearby machine. With each press, small needles filled with green serum extended from the side of the enclosure, piercing Norman's arm and leg.
As the serum entered his body, Norman's bodily indicators began to change dramatically, far exceeding everyone's expectations. The monitoring instruments started to issue warnings, and Norman inside the enclosure began to scream in agony.
The lead researcher, seeing the situation, wanted to shut down the machine and stop the experiment. But just as he was about to do so, Norman inside the enclosure glared at him, his eyes wide, and roared, "Don't stop! Continue!"
After speaking, Norman resumed his agonizing howls.
The researcher had no choice but to continue. He pressed another button, and green mist suddenly filled the enclosure, enveloping Norman.
With the arrival of the mist, Norman's screams gradually subsided, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Heh heh heh heh heh!"
Suddenly, a strange laugh erupted from within the glass enclosure, emanating from Norman Osborn, who was shrouded in green smoke.
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