I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 20 Superhuman Serum

"Bench press 5657kg, clean and jerk 5226kg"

“50 meters in 3.76 seconds.”

"Oh my god! You are simply superman!"

Everyone in the lab looked at Norman in disbelief as he stood in the physical test room wearing only shorts. A few seconds later, cheers broke out one after another.

“Haha, we succeeded!”

"We have developed a human body strengthening drug!"

"No, I think it should be called the superhuman serum."

"No matter what, we made history!"

Everyone's face was filled with smiles. The stress and anxiety of the past few months were released. People hugged each other in groups of three or four, and some even kissed in public.

When Norman came out after putting on his clothes, they immediately changed their target, crowded around him, lifted Norman up and threw him into the air.

After a long commotion, Norman finally pressed his palms and said loudly: "Okay, I know you are all very happy, and I am very happy too. Our efforts over the past few years have not been in vain. That is why we cannot relax at the last minute!"

"Everyone keep working hard, conduct the final verification, and continue to improve our superhuman serum. Of course, I didn't forget that after get off work, everyone should go to the Finance Department to collect two months' salary as a bonus!"

"Long live the boss!"

Everyone returned to their posts excitedly, leaving only an old man with thinning hair.

He is Dr. Strom, the head of the laboratory and Norman's important assistant.

Different from other employees who were only happy and excited, he did not seem that happy, and there was a hint of worry between his brows.

"Norman, you are really reckless. How could you drink the superhuman serum alone? It's too dangerous!"

"Strom, I had no choice at that point."

Norman held his shoulders and suddenly smiled: "Fortunately, the God of Miracles did not give up on me or us."

"Ugh."

Dr. Strom also knew how much pressure Norman was under, so he didn't say much, but there was one situation that he was very concerned about.

"Norman, how do you feel? I mean, as you know, in the last few experiments, the mice have been in a state of irritability and aggression."

"Are you worried that I'm a psychopath or a potential murderer?"

Norman smiled and put his arm around Dr. Strom's shoulders. The smile on his face was gentle and sincere. "Do you think I look like myself? Strom, I am still the same me. The experimental results of mice are not applicable to superhuman serum. Dr. Erkins developed the super soldier serum based on the human body sixty years ago."

Looking at Norman, whose expression did not seem fake, Dr. Strom nodded slowly: "Maybe you are right."

"Haha, Strom, how about you also get an injection of superhuman serum? That'll be your reward."

Norman smiled and said, "I feel great now, and my mind is clearer than ever before. Perhaps compared to those soldiers, you outstanding doctors are the most suitable carriers of the superhuman serum."

Who doesn't want to have a healthy body?

Dr. Strom was somewhat tempted, but his inner reserve made him wave his hand and decline: "That's not a good idea. Let's talk about it later."

"what ever."

This little episode of Dr. Strom did not affect Norman's good mood. The first step of the plan to show up and prove that there was no problem with the serum was easily completed. The second step was to gain the trust of General Ross.

It's just as simple, just show him the birth of a superman.

Naturally, the information about this superhuman candidate cannot be leaked out.

Norman looked around, smiled, and turned back to the office.

At night, in the Osborne family's luxurious villa.

Norman got out of the car and walked straight into his big house.

Hearing the noise, Harry Osborn, who had returned home from school a long time ago, came out of his room. Seeing his old father who seemed to be decades younger, he tried to call out, "Dad?" "What's wrong, my dear son? Don't you recognize your dad?"

Norman looked at the handsome young man who was exactly the same as in his memory, and smiled and opened his arms.

"Really you?"

Harry walked over and gave Norman a big hug, and said in disbelief, "Dad, where did you get some maintenance done? How come you look so much younger?"

"Oh, have you forgotten what your father does?"

"You mean? Human strengthening potion?"

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up: "You finally developed it?!"

Norman returned to the living room and sat down, smiling and nodding: "Yeah."

After getting a positive answer from his father, Harry ran to Norman excitedly and pinched his father's shoulders in a flattering manner.

"Dad, you injected yourself with human enhancement drugs."

"It's the Superman Serum. It's been renamed today."

"Superhuman serum? Good change!"

Harry asked tentatively, "Can I also be injected with the superhuman serum?"

As the prince of the Austen Group, he often went to the laboratory to play, and of course he knew the effects of the superhuman serum.

According to his understanding, in animal experiments, the strength of a small white mouse even reached 800% of its original strength.

He was extremely excited when he thought about himself turning into a powerful superman and appearing in front of his classmates. From now on, it wouldn't just be one-on-one, one against ten should be no problem, right?
"Silly boy, of course you can."

"what?"

Seeing Norman agreed so quickly, Harry was a little surprised and began to doubt: "Is there something wrong with the serum?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Norman was speechless: "You are my son, would I cheat you?"

"Superhuman serum can not only enhance a person's strength, but also prolong their lifespan. I don't want you to die before me!"

Harry suddenly realized and scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, father, I didn't understand your good intentions."

"When can I be injected with superhuman serum?" He began to look forward to it.

Looking at the sunny smile on Harry's face, Norman curled his lips and said, "Come to the company in two days and Dad will give you the injection himself."

"That's great, thank you, Dad!"

"I'm a little hungry."

"I'll ask someone to prepare dinner right away!"

After Harry left, Norman glanced at the smooth floor, where another Norman's face was revealed.

"Asshole, what do you want to do to Harry? He's your son too!"

"Oh, so you're still here?"

In the past few days, he has been extracting memory fragments from the original Norman and digesting them. It can be said that he is equivalent to the real Norman.

As for the dark personality that was born from the superhuman serum, he had eliminated it long ago.

"Thank you for the last reputation you provided me. You are no longer of any use to me. Sorry."

Norman snapped his fingers, and the last remaining mark was crushed into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

He would not be so foolish as to leave traces that would expose himself and become the key to his being tricked.

(End of this chapter)