I am the AI Alice, currently at the reception of the Osborn building. I have a serum sample that can treat reverse cell proliferation. You can take it for testing first, and I will contact you later."
Before Norman could ask anything further, the screen went dark again.
Alice was gone.
Only Norman's heavy breathing filled the office.
Ten seconds later.
Norman pressed his right hand on the desk, and a rigid female face appeared.
She spoke in a distorted voice, "Permission granted. Chairman Norman, how may I help you?"
"Can you track the person who just intruded?"
"Sorry, data error. Cannot execute this command."
Norman raised an eyebrow, thinking of certain possibilities, and quickly said, "Report the cybersecurity situation within the last 10 minutes."
"Searching... No cybersecurity anomalies within the last 10 minutes."
Norman's incredulous eyes narrowed.
To be able to silently infiltrate his company's firewall, the other party must have an AI even more powerful than the one in front of him.
Norman's voice trembled as he asked, "Tell me, did the front desk receive any special items today? Something related to a test tube?"
"Yes. A UPS delivery person delivered a sealed dropper with an unknown liquid six minutes ago. Since no recipient was specified, the front desk treated it as a dangerous item and it is now being sent to the destruction station."
The destruction station, specifically for destroying high-risk products from biological research.
"What?!" Norman's eyes widened, and he roared in uncontrollable fury, "Get that damn receptionist fired!"
"Understood, Chairman Norman. That is your right. What reason should I use for dismissal?"
"To hell with reasons!" Norman cursed, picked up the office phone, and continued to bellow, "Stop the destruction station! If one more item is destroyed before I get there, your entire department is fired!"
He slammed down the phone and limped out, leaning on his cane.
He completely failed to notice a voice saying, "Understood, Chairman Norman. Message sent."
--- At the front desk.
The diligent receptionist was checking a reservation list for a visitor when her computer suddenly locked up, and then a notification popped up.
"Chairman Norman has dismissed you for the reason of 'to hell with it'. You have 10 minutes to collect your personal belongings after security arrives."
Receptionist: [?.?]
Was this AI mentally challenged? Why would the chairman inexplicably fire her, a mere doorman?
--- Norman was unaware of his company's AI's idiotic behavior.
He stared intently at a security guard walking out of the destruction station, holding a sealed dropper in his hand.
Norman was overjoyed and quickly instructed the surrounding researchers to seal it in professional containers and rush it to the laboratory for product slicing, to quickly determine the efficacy of the liquid inside.
Before leaving.
Norman did not forget to reward the security guard with 100,000 US dollars, which was his settlement fee for daring to enter the destruction station in person — walking into a biological research company's destruction station without wearing a biohazard suit meant a 99% chance of not surviving.
But that had nothing to do with Norman; one paid, one received, the transaction was complete.
All his thoughts were now drawn to that single drop of liquid in the research lab.
It was his last ray of hope in despair. If this was just a joke, he would truly go mad.
He was already terminally ill, and could only rely on instruments to prolong his life, unable to continue scientific experiments.
Afterward, Connors alone would absolutely be unable to reverse-engineer the "Spider Serum"; he did not possess that talent.
Therefore.
This one drop of liquid in front of him could be said to be Norman's last glimmer of hope.
In anxious anticipation, the product slicing report finally came out.
He impatiently snatched the report, looking at the intricate data, his already slightly trembling hands shaking uncontrollably.
It's real!
This unknown liquid has the ability to modify and strengthen genetic information, allowing cells to evolve in a predetermined direction, thereby achieving targeted enhancement, and the final result will be constant within a certain data range.
And what was Norman's reverse cell proliferation syndrome?
It was the loss of gene segments, leading to genetic collapse and ultimately the loss of the life cycle, until death.
By modifying it into a complete and fixed template, the missing genes would naturally be completed, and reverse cell proliferation syndrome would naturally heal.
Not only that.
This unknown liquid was even the "Super Soldier Serum" that the military had been seeking. Although the cell activity index was much weaker than Captain America's, it was at least the peak physique of a special forces soldier.
Don't think this is nothing.
Being a special forces soldier is not something everyone can do; many people are limited by their innate physique, and countless people have been eliminated.
But as long as there is a formula for this unknown liquid.
Then even ordinary people can possess the physique of a special forces soldier in a short time.
If injected into well-trained veteran soldiers and agents, it could instantly raise an army of elite warriors!
In war, this is simply a "total combat power +50%" buff!
We must get the formula for this unknown liquid!!
Wait for a trade?
Heh heh.
Only children make choices; something that can change the pattern, of course, must be monopolized!
With rekindled hope and ambition, Norman left the out-of-control Osborn Building, sending out a series of instructions through an encrypted channel, fully activating his network of connections.
10 minutes later.
The military, political circles, private research institutes, and major universities all received a sketch portrait, which was Victor wearing a mask.
This was one of only two pieces of information obtained from the delivery person.
In addition to this.
Norman issued a sky-high bounty: providing information on Victor's location could earn a million dollars, and capturing him alive could directly net a 100 million dollar bounty!!
Faced with such a sky-high bounty, almost all detective agencies, gangster groups, mercenary organizations, security companies, and even the police in New York were mobilized, taking to the streets to conduct a carpet search throughout the city's streets and alleys.
Fortunately, Victor's handsomeness was unique; otherwise, anyone who looked like him would be in for a big hassle.
Norman used his immense power and money, indirectly mobilizing no less than 100,000 people to search for Victor. He had absolute confidence in catching Victor.
He was already thinking about how to persuade Victor to betray his organization and defect to him to obtain the formula — how could the mastermind who could develop such a valuable formula easily show their face?
Subsequently.
Although various pieces of intelligence converged, after verification, all of them turned out to be false information intended to defraud the bounty.
Norman unhesitatingly made these opportunists disappear.
Under the example of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, false intelligence rapidly decreased until there was no response at all.
There was no information about Victor online, which Norman had anticipated; after all, being able to silently infiltrate Osborn's network, erasing his own network information would naturally be simple.
But when there was no information from various parties in reality, and the carpet search in New York also yielded no response, Norman's expression became gloomy.
He had caused such a huge commotion, yet he couldn't even get a single piece of useful information?
Slap, slap, slap, his face stung.
Finally.
It was Coulson from the "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division" who called Norman.
"Mr. Norman, we have some information about Victor Chen. The director has authorized me to share it with you, but the World Security Council's funding has been a bit... so what do you think?"
Norman: "..."
As one of America's two major arms suppliers, Norman naturally knew this long and convoluted name of an organization, and also understood its power.
A special organization responsible for handling supernatural events, with a structure covering all over the world.
So.
Isn't your price gouging a bit too undignified?
Eventually.
Norman offered a "equipment sponsorship fee" of 10 million US dollars and received Victor's so-called detailed information.
Then.
Norman smashed the tablet he used to view the information.
Too much of an insult!
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PS: A chapter of 2400+ words, crossing my waist asking for recommendation tickets~