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Chapter 128 The Death of Norman Osborn

New York, the Osborne family villa.

A black car slowly stopped at the door of the villa.

"Welcome home!"

A slightly low and hoarse voice came from inside the car, and then two white men got out of the car.

One is a middle-aged white man with a bald head, and the other is a young man with short blond hair.

If there are New Yorkers who have paid a little attention to the Osborne Group, they will definitely be familiar with these two people.

Because one of them is Mendel Storm, the best partner of Norman Osborn, the founder of the Osborne Group, and the other is Norman Osborn's son, Harry Osborn, the future successor of the Osborne Group. Spencer.

The two entered the villa together, walked through the dark and lengthy corridor like an abandoned castle, and finally stopped in front of a gate.

"It's kind of dark in there, but your eyes will get used to it... dark spots are better..."

Mendelstrom reminded Harry Osborn, and then slowly opened the door.

This is a hospital room.

It was cold, dark, and dead silent, and the air seemed to reveal the air of desolation and twilight.

"Father!"

Harry Osborn walked into it, lifted the veil on the hospital bed, and then sat silently on the chair beside the bed, looking at the Norman Osborn who was aging like a mummy on the hospital bed with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect to die like this...Looking at my son, it's like looking at a stranger..."

Lying on the hospital bed, his skin was as mottled as albinism, and Norman Osborn looked at his son feebly, then leaned on the pillow and muttered to himself.

"You have potential... Harry."

"You are extremely intelligent...but you don't know how to cherish..."

At this time, Norman Osborn did not have the hysteria of no way to survive, nor the madness and resentment of repeated despair, but only the calmness and the last sigh of unwillingness.

"It's because you don't know how to cherish me!"

Harry Osborn, who was already immersed in the conflicting emotions of resentment and sadness, might have been stimulated, and he interrupted Norman Osborn's words in a cold voice.

"You sent me to boarding school when I was 11. On my 16th birthday...you, or your assistant, sent me a bottle of whiskey. I guess your assistant picked it up? The card says... respect Please accept it, Norman Osborn!"

In the end, Harry Osborn almost gritted his teeth, but tears kept falling on his face, like a child who was angry after being reprimanded by his parents.

"I don't expect you to forgive me, and I don't believe in miracles, you won't understand..."

Norman Osborn propped up his upper body with his last strength, and said calmly: "I ruined your childhood for more important things, not just for me, but also for you!"

After a pause, he asked Harry Osborn: "Is your hand starting to twitch?"

"When you can't sleep, you feel 'it' stirring, it's hiding in your body, waiting for its moment...to reveal who you really are."

Norman continued to whisper in a hoarse voice like a devil's whisper: "Reversal cell hyperplasia, I never told you...it's a genetic disease."

"Our genetic disease is the curse of the Osborne family, and it started at your age..."

……

"Instant news: Norman Osborn, the legendary founder and CEO of Osborne, passed away. Osborne has confirmed that the news is true. His only son, Harry Osborne, will become the successor of the Osborne Group's business empire... ...》

Norman Osborn is dead!
In just a few hours, the news spread throughout the United States via instant news breaks.

Harry Osborn inherits the legacy of Norman Osborn, and the Osborne Group urgently convenes a board meeting to discuss the stabilization of the stock price and the succession of Harry Osborn as chairman.

However, at this time, Mendel, who had been playing the role of Norman's best partner, directly exposed his fangs of ambition after losing Norman's suppression.

At the same time, a tragedy happened quietly.

……

Five o'clock in the afternoon, this is the off-duty time of the Osborne Group.

In fact, for most of Osborn's employees, they strictly follow the nine-to-five working hours, and only a small part will be delayed from work, and these people are either important personnel who need to work overtime in the laboratory , or some fringe figures in the company who are easy to bully.

Max used to be one of the latter, but now he thinks he is not, he has the right to leave work on time.

"Finally off work."

Max held a briefcase and waited impatiently for the elevator.

When he thought that he would be able to celebrate his birthday later, he was overjoyed. The elevator, which usually felt very fast, seemed to be slowing down now.

Of course, the long time waiting for the elevator was not enough to affect his current happy mood, and the feeling of his heart beating faster immersed in anticipation made him a little fascinated.

Because he knows that someone is already waiting to celebrate his birthday, he no longer has to go back to his cold home like in previous years, and eat a birthday cake pretending to be given to him by someone.

He is looking forward to his birthday party at night, even the current waiting time still makes him extremely satisfied.

However, his good mood was ruined by a sudden voice, a voice that made him extremely disgusted.

"Dylan! You stay."

Smith, the director of the power department, reached out to stop Max.

"why?"

When Max heard that Smith told him to stay again, his expression suddenly became very bad.

"There is a problem with the circuit at the genetic laboratory, you go to repair it."

Smith ordered as a matter of course, and the elevator happened to come up at this time, so he didn't stay any longer after speaking, and went directly into the elevator.

Max said angrily: "Everyone else has left, why should I be asked to stay? Today is my birthday!"

"Because you are special!"

Smith shrugged. "Happy birthday, Max!"

Ding!
The elevator door closed, and the elevator sank slowly, leaving only Max with an angry face.

"Shit!"

Max cursed angrily, and was about to leave directly, but after pressing the elevator button a few times in a row, he hesitated after calming down a little.

go?Still not going?

Smith is gone, and he can't help but refuse. If he doesn't go, no one will repair it.

"It should just be a problem with the line connection, and it won't take much time. Let's go there!"

While waiting for the elevator, Max, who hesitated for a long time, was finally overwhelmed by his sense of responsibility to go home, turned around and walked towards the genetic laboratory.

"Gilbert, this is Max, please help me turn off the power supply in Area 32!"

"Forget it, I'm gone."

"..."

　Emmm, I know someone must have said that I am overwhelmed, but there are some things I have to explain. To be honest, this chapter stuck with me all day, and I didn't write it until 02:30 in the morning.

　　In addition, the second update was posted again during the day, and I stayed up until three or four o'clock every day, and the old man really couldn't bear it anymore.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)