Marvel's Super Venom System

A few days have passed since Dr. Lizard was solved, and this matter has also given an official answer under the investigation of the police.

Most of the blame was thrown on the dead Dr. Connerson. He was already a dead man anyway, so it would be okay to bear more burdens.

Meng Ran and his little friends also returned to their daily lives. Meng Ran was also very happy to get new abilities. Originally, he was going to kill Dr. Connerson himself. After all, he hurt so many people and caused many people to die. There is no reason to let him go.

But Meng Ran didn't expect that Dr. Connerson would be so upright, and he chose to be decent, which just saved Meng Ran the effort to help him be decent.

During this period of time, there was no movement from the Blackwater Company. After Meng Ran wiped out the three Heishui mercenaries and the crocodile gang, Heishui never troubled him again. This surprised Meng Ran. Why are the current villains so smart?

Meng Ran also thought about bringing in a few more mutant mercenaries and giving him more skills. After all, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat, and Meng Ran didn't want too many.

But since none of them took any action, Meng Ran couldn't take the initiative to trouble Heishui.

He still doesn't know much about Blackwater, so he should be more cautious. It's not too late to wait for more information, and it's relatively safe.

Just as Meng Ran and the others were living their lives step by step, another major event happened to the Osborne Group.

In the Osborn Group, in a secret laboratory, Norman Osborn is doing research with several scientists.

Norman was wearing a white coat and was sitting in a wheelchair with a ventilator. His body was devastated by the brutal illness, which made him in his 40s look like an old man in his 50s or [-]s.

Norman's face was haggard, with a hint of green, and a hint of pain flashed in his tired eyes from time to time. His tired body leaned against the wheelchair, exuding a decayed atmosphere.

Several scientists are introducing the latest research results to him.

Norman thought about it while listening, and then he asked, "How about that green lizard potion?"

Several scientists looked at each other when they heard Norman's words, and a leading scientist said: "There has been some progress, and there is an idea to remove the side effects of the reagent, but there is still a problem that with the reduction of the side effects, the effect of this reagent is getting smaller and smaller."

"We are still looking for a solution to this problem."

"Ah! Damn it!" Norman growled angrily when he heard the scientist's words. He didn't have much time, and he had to get rid of this genetic disease before he died. He didn't want Harry to be like him in the future, living a miserable life.

Norman couldn't help but think of the dead Dr. Connerson, "Oh~, it would be great if he didn't die, the progress won't be so slow with him here."

Norman was a little irritable, and he couldn't help coughing because of his distraction. After a while, he finally calmed down his cough, and he waved his hand to signal the scientists to continue working, and then let the people behind him push him to another desk.

Before he became like this, he often sat behind this desk thinking hard and doing research, and many achievements of the Osborne Group were also made by him.

Norman sat at his desk, and began to write, draw, and calculate after a long absence. After his body became like this, he hadn't looked like this for a long time.

Now he has no choice, the experiment is stuck at a critical step, Dr. Connerson who is in charge of this step has another accident, he really has no choice.

He wanted to use his limited time to solve the bomb for Harry, and he had already spent his whole life for this, and he must not fall before the last step.

Norman resisted his physical discomfort, and sat in front of his work to sort out his thoughts. From time to time, some method conjectures flashed through his mind, and he wrote them down at any time, so that the scientists next to him could experiment to see if this conjecture could be realized.

Time passed quietly, and he had been sitting here for a full twelve hours. These hours are a huge burden for a normal person, not to mention that for a dying person like her, it is simply a life-threatening poison.

But Norman didn't dare to stop. He was afraid that he would die before solving this problem. The people behind him had reminded him countless times to take a break and take medicine, but he refused every time.

Now the people behind him reminded him again, this time Norman didn't insist anymore, because he already felt that he was a little exhausted now and needed to take a break.

Just as the people behind him pulled his wheelchair away and were about to send him back to rest and take his medicine, Norman's withered hands suddenly grabbed the table.

Norman panted heavily, and said firmly in a weak voice, "Wait a little longer!"

Hearing this, the people behind him hurriedly pushed him back to the original place.

Norman quickly grabbed his pen and paper and began to write and draw. After a while, he called the researchers again and said something to them.

The scientific researchers surrounded him and listened to his explanation, their eyes became brighter and brighter. After listening, they took the paper and started the operation. Both Norman and them felt that this might be the closest they were to success.

Norman had no intention of going back at this time. This discovery made him feel a little excited, and the moment to change the fate of the Osborne family might be approaching.

Norman watched the researchers' operations and waited anxiously.

After a while, several scientific researchers finally gathered in front of an instrument, and Norman asked the people behind him to push him over.

A group of people watched around an instrument that was rotating at high speed and emitting a faint green light. After a while, the instrument stopped, and the researchers took out five bottles of medicine from it.

"This is the finished product that we guessed just now. This is the closest step we have to success. Whether it is successful or not depends on the final experiment." A leading scientific researcher said to Norman.

Norman nodded, trying to calm down his turbulent mood and said in a deep voice: "Experiment as soon as possible. I will wait for your results there."

After finishing speaking, Norman signaled the people behind him to push him to the front of the work he was doing just now. He reclined the back of his chair a little and lay down on it to rest with his eyes closed, waiting for the results of the experiment.

A few hours later, the sleeping Norman was woken up by the people around him. It turned out that the results had already come out, and the researchers were standing in front of his desk holding the report.

Norman's complexion was very bad, and the long-term fatigue made him feel that his body was overwhelmed.

But compared to physical fatigue, what worried him more was the results of the experiment. Looking at the uneasy faces of the researchers, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Norman said in a deep voice: "What's the result, let's talk."

The researcher glanced at the report again, and then said: "Sir, the experimental results are already available, but they are somewhat different from what we expected. Although we have found that it has an effect, we are not sure whether this effect is effective for your body."

"After all, you are the only person who has this disease now. Although you have found that this reagent is useful through your blood observation, but if it is used in the whole body and various organs, the function of this reagent cannot be tested, so the final effect cannot be determined."

"We may need more time to resolve this issue."

Norman couldn't help but frowned while listening to the explanation of the scientific researcher. After pondering for a while, he said, "There is no experimental subject, so the final effect cannot be determined."

"Then use it directly for me. Since it can be useful for blood, it should also be useful for this disease."

"I don't have time to wait."

The leading researchers were shocked when they heard Norman's words, and immediately tried to dissuade Norman from being impulsive, but Norman just shook his head when he heard what they said, and repeated again: "I don't have time anymore."

Immediately, he forced them to start preparations. Seeing his persistence and thinking about his situation, the researchers could only nod.

After a while, the instrument is ready.

Norman was hugged and placed on a cylindrical, inclined test bench with a thick layer of glass on the outside.

After the researchers put Norman in, they put detectors on his chest and all over his body, and then firmly fixed him on the experimental table.

Looking at the glass cover that was about to close, Norman said to the people outside: "If I die, keep the data from this time, use this set of data to continue the experiment until the experiment is successful, and then solve Harry's illness."

The one who pushed Norman just now and the scientific researcher next to him nodded.

Norman closed his eyes when he saw this, and waited for the experiment to start. He had already prepared his will, and Harry would understand all this by then.

The glass cover was closed, and a scientific researcher kept pressing the button on the nearby instrument. Following his operation, small needle tubes filled with green medicine protruded from the glass cover, and then stuck on Norman's arms and legs.

The reagent was pushed into the body, and Norman's body indicators began to change, slowly exceeding everyone's expectations. The monitoring equipment also began to issue warnings, and Norman inside the glass cover began to yell in pain.

The leading researcher saw this and wanted to shut down the instrument and terminate the experiment, but just as he was about to operate, Norman in the glass cover stared at him with wide eyes and shouted at him, "Don't stop, keep going!"

After speaking, Norman continued to howl in pain.

Seeing this, the researchers had no choice but to continue. They saw him press another button, and a green mist suddenly rose from the glass cover and enveloped Norman.

As the fog entered, Norman's screams gradually subsided, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jie jie jie jie jie jie!"

Suddenly, a strange laughter came from Norman Oss itself, which was shrouded in green smoke, inside the glass enclosure.