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Chapter 39 The Crazy Norman

In the evening, the headquarters building of the Osborne Group, the cross-species genetics laboratory.

"Cross-species genetics kicked in and I used lizard DNA to regenerate Freddy's leg!"

Dr. Curt Connors introduced the progress of his experiment. His calm tone was filled with a touch of excitement. With the most critical decay algorithm brought by Peter Parker, his experiment was finally close to success.

At this time, all the employees of the Osborne Group had already left work, and the only person standing next to Dr. Connors was a black man in a suit and leather shoes.

This black man should be of mixed race. Compared with other blacks, his appearance is more Asian, but his skin is a bit dark.

He is the spokesperson of Norman Osborn in the group. Norman Osborn, who is already seriously ill, controls the group through him. His power can be said to be comparable to that of the board of directors. After all, most of the shares in the group are still in the hands of Norman Osborn. superior.

"It's a miracle!"

The black agent looked at the little white mouse named Freddy in the pet cage with a flat tone.

"No, this is the success of hard work and hope, and we are one step closer to primate experiments..."

Dr. Conners obviously didn't want others to use the word 'miracle' to obliterate his efforts all the time, so he raised his hand and interrupted the black agent's words.

"Mr. Norman has no time to wait for your small steps!"

The black agent also interrupted Dr. Connors.

"Small steps?"

Connors was clearly unhappy with the adjective.

"I just want to say he can't wait!"

The black agent stated calmly.

"But he must be patient, unless he wants to be a guinea pig!"

Dr. Conners frowned.

The black agent casually picked up the genetic modification medicine on the test bench: "That's not what I meant, what I meant... You should conduct human trials in advance, right now!"

"Impossible. Our previous goal was to develop him into a general medicine, but in fact we have entered into a misunderstanding. Genetic modification does not have universality."

Dr. Conners frowned and shook his head: "This serum is only suitable for mice, or even Freddy. If you want to apply it to the human body, you must adjust the calculation from the beginning, and everyone's genes are different... This requires A long time!"

"Then he must die?"

The black agent's face turned cold.

Although he didn't know much about scientific research, he still understood what Connors meant after dealing with cross-species genetics laboratories for a long time.

The current experimental process has only been successful on mice, and it cannot be applied to other creatures. To complete the treatment of Norman Osborn, at least many primate experiments and human experiments are required to ensure safety. sex and success.

It's not even just that, even if it's completed, the potion needs to be fine-tuned to adapt to Norman Osborn's genes. This time span is too long, so long that Norman Osborn can't wait at all.

"Everyone is mortal, even Norman Osborn."

Dr. Conners started to pack his things and prepare to leave work without paying attention. He is a pure scientist, and the purpose of the experiment is not just to treat someone. He doesn't care whether Norman Osborn is dead or alive.

"Kurt~Connors~"

A low, weak but angry hoarse voice suddenly sounded, but the direction of the voice was not someone, but the speaker attached to the camera installed on the ceiling.

"Norman!"

Connors looked up.

"Richard Parker is like this, and now you are like this..."

The hoarse voice of Norman Osborn, whose anger was suppressed to the extreme, continued to be heard from the loudspeaker. Even though the voice was intermittent and with a ventilator, it still exuded the power of a long-standing person.

"Every time you give me hope, you give me even stronger despair at the end... Don't forget that your research funding is provided by me, and your experimental results belong to me!"

Norman Osborn, who was lying on the hospital bed at the other end of the speaker, roared almost madly. He was on the verge of collapse, both physically and mentally.

At this moment, he is no longer a successful businessman with deep plans, but now he is just a lunatic who has completely collapsed under the oppression of death fear for a long time.

After roaring for a long time, maybe I had vented enough, the voice in the speaker was silent for a moment, and then came the words that were calm enough to make people feel chills all over the body.

"Rada, conduct human experiments directly, doesn't he want me to die, directly use him to test medicines, and his disabled comrades I think are also good materials, I will arrange other people to take over the experiments at the Veterans Hospital. "

Norman Osborn's voice became hoarse and cruel, and there was a burst of nervous laughter after he finished speaking.

"you do not!"

The look on Dr. Connors' face became horrified and disbelieving.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. The weak physique of staying in the laboratory for a long time was no match for the strong black agent at all.

Hearing Norman Osborn's order, the black agent grabbed Connors expressionlessly, picked up the medicine injection gun next to him, and injected a whole tube of lizard transformation serum into Dr. Connors' body.

Immediately, the black agent no longer cared about Kurt Connors who fell to the ground and struggled in pain, and directly picked up the remaining transformation serum and backup experimental data and pushed the door away.

"No, Norman, you can't do this!"

Dr. Connors, who was struggling in pain like a lobster on the ground, stretched out his hand weakly and roared angrily. He knew better than anyone the consequences of injecting this serum. Gene collapse is just a trivial matter. The consequences of the mutated monster are simply unimaginable.

It's a pity that his roar was so powerless, and the only responses to him were the footsteps of the black agent walking away and Norman Osborn's nervous laugh.

"You can't do this... you can't..."

A strong sense of dizziness followed like a tidal wave, and Kurt Conners murmured unconsciously, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally he fell into a deep sleep.

　Thanks for the reward of Parting sorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)