American comics: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

"Cough, cough, cough..."

About ten minutes later, accompanied by violent coughing.

Osborn's body, which was pressed under the rubble, began to move. He moved his body and pushed away the bricks and stones on his body little by little, and finally climbed up while holding his body.

A large amount of blood flowed out from the wound and spread all over Osborn's body.

He stretched out the only arm that could still move, and straightened his broken hands and feet in a painful wail, then reached out to take off the hideous helmet of the Green Devil on his head, revealing a face distorted by pain. Gritting his teeth, he took off the armor on his body. As the armor fell off, Osborn's breathing, which was originally painful due to the pressure of the wound, became smoother.

At the same time, as the armor on his body faded, the deep wound on Osborn's abdomen was also exposed.

Looking down at the wound on his abdomen, Osborn's face became a little paler.

Perhaps, even Colin himself did not expect it.

The attack after matching with [Super Speed] will be so strong that even under the protection of armor, the thrown glider still penetrated the body of the Green Demon, directly causing Osborn to be seriously injured.

Such a serious injury has exceeded the regeneration limit of Osborn's enhanced body, especially Colin's impact not only penetrated his abdomen, but also caused serious damage to his internal tissues and organs.

If it weren't for the support of the "Human Enhancement Formula", it would be a question whether Osborn could stand up at the moment.

However, even if he stood up, Osborn's life was already on the verge of collapse.

Feeling the vitality constantly draining away in his body, Osborn covered the wound on his abdomen and murmured his son's name.

"Harry."

Staggering, disappeared into the darkness.

...

Not long after Osborn left, a cautious figure appeared in front of the ruins of the collapsed building.

Looking at the dilapidated streets in front of him and the collapsed ruins everywhere, a shocked expression flashed in the man's eyes.

"What is this?"

However, the next second.

He found the armor that Osborn had taken off and the demon glider covered by a lot of rubble in the collapsed building wall.

He stretched out his trembling hands and picked up the dusty helmet in the ruins. The man looked at the hideous demon helmet in his hand, and a strange expression flashed in his eyes.

...

Boom--

A sudden heavy rain flooded the entire New York.

The continuous rain wiped out everything.

"Peter, see you tomorrow!"

Waving goodbye to his friend, Harry Osborn got into the car and nodded to the driver.

Looking at his friend waving through the rearview mirror of the car, Harry Osborn's mouth corners slightly raised, but when he thought of the situation at home, the smile on Harry's mouth was immediately covered up.

"Is there no news about my father yet?"

"Mr. Osborn has been in contact with the Osborn Group by phone, so..."

Hearing Harry Osborn's question, the driver immediately explained.

"Of course I know he has been talking to those people in the company. I mean, when can he come back home!"

Faced with the answer given by the driver, Harry's face showed a look of dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, sir."

"You are not the one who needs to say sorry."

Just like that, in Harry's silence, the car arrived at the door of his house.

Taking the umbrella, Harry looked up at the cold house in front of him, pushed open the door and walked in alone.

Put away the black umbrella in his hand and handed it to the butler waiting at the door.

The latter shook his head at him, obviously knowing the question Harry wanted to ask.

"Don't call me for dinner."

Frowning, he told the butler, and then Harry went up the stairs without looking back.

"Ahem..."

Walking through the corridor on the second floor, just as Harry was walking towards his room, a slight cough suddenly came from his father Osborne's room, which stopped him.

"Didn't you say he didn't come back?"

Hearing the cough coming from the room, a trace of doubt flashed through Harry's mind.

Obviously, both the driver and the housekeeper said that his father had not returned, so who could be coughing in the room?

"Dad?"

With doubt, Harry came to the door of his father Osborn's room and asked tentatively.

"..."

Faced with Harry's question, the voice in the room was silent for a few seconds before answering with a weak voice.

"Harry."

"Dad, when did you come back?"

Hearing the voice of his father Osborn in the room, the expression on Harry's face suddenly became a little excited. He turned the handle and walked into the room, and he did not forget to say.

"Even the housekeeper didn't know that you were back. When I asked him downstairs just now, he said you were not at home..."

However, the joyful expression on Harry's face did not last too long. The next second, he was frightened by the scene in the room.

I saw his father Norman Osborn, leaning against the bed with a pale expression on his face.

And in his abdomen, a lot of blood flowed from the wound, which had dyed the carpet blood red.

"Dad... Dad..."

Seeing this scene, Harry was stunned for a while.

"Harry... ahem... you're finally... back."

Beside the bed, Osborn raised his head with difficulty, looked at his son Harry Osborn, and pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal an extremely pale and forced smile.

"... If it was... later, you might never see me again... Fortunately... it's not too late..."

Hearing Osborn's intermittent figure, Harry, who was motionless, finally reacted. He came to Osborn and stretched out his trembling hands to touch the wound on Osborn's body. However, he was stopped by Osborn's outstretched hands.

"Fairy Wood Romance"

"Unfortunately, everything happened too suddenly. I can't wait until the day you get married."

Grabbing Harry's arm, Osborn's tone became weaker.

"It won't be good. I have dealt with everything in the Osborn Group. You just need to..."

"Who is it, Dad, who caused all this!"

Interrupting Osborn's instructions, Harry looked at the wound on his body and asked tremblingly.

"It doesn't matter anymore, I..."

Faced with Harry's questioning, Osborn shook his head gently.

Obviously, he didn't want Harry to avenge him. However, just when Osborn wanted to continue to say something, his pale face suddenly twisted and his tone became sharp. His fingers tightly grasped Harry's arm and he struggled to shout: "Colin Looper, he caused all this, and the guy in the red uniform, that is, is..."

The green devil who appeared again, just like a flash of light, consumed the last bit of strength in Osborn's body.

Feeling his increasingly weak body, Osborn, or the green devil, began to get confused.

At the last moment of falling into darkness, it recalled the red figure in its mind and shouted a name.

"...It's Spider-Man!"

Please remember the domain name of the first release of this book:. Shuquge mobile version reading website: