American Comics: I, New York Underground Prince

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The dull bell always echoes in this street.

The sound is so loud that anyone who wants to come to the whole block can hear it.

And they all know what the three bells mean.

Another unfortunate person has passed away in this world.

But in this regard, everyone can only keep their heads down and do their own things.

As the largest church in the city, it was also the best place Harry could find to hold his father's funeral.

Inside the church, there are dense figures.

These people are all workers in the Osborn industry, who came to the funeral of ~ the old director.

But Harry-hasn't said a word about how Osborn died.

After all, she was killed by the superhero Spider-man. If normal people think of Spider-man as a righteous partner, they will naturally not believe that she would kill someone with her own hands.

And the biggest possibility is probably that Norman Osborn probably still has a secret that no one knows.

Looking at everything in the venue, Harry felt melancholy in his heart.

"You know? I haven't seen this kind of scene for a long time."

Harry's expression was very gloomy, this was his father's funeral after all.

On the high platform, Norman Osborn's body lay quietly here.

Wearing a suit, he looked very formal.

At the moment, Norman Osborn is no longer the black-hearted entrepreneur Green Goblin with mental illness, but a lonely and poor old man who has died.

"I'm sorry about your father, Harry."

At the moment, Gwen arrived at the scene in a black dress, and her beauty can be said to be the best among all the people in the venue.

For a moment, Harry couldn't help turning his head.

"My father has made many great achievements along the way, and even founded Osborn Industries, which is now prosperous and strong, all of which are inseparable from him."

Harry At the moment is reminiscing about the past, thinking of every detail of being with his father.

Although his father has always treated him coldly, Harry knew in his heart that his father just wanted him to grow up.

Who wouldn't want to watch their son grow strong?

Harry also understood what Norman Osborn was thinking.

"It's a pity that after my father died, I finally got out of the immature little kid I used to be."

"I used to be a joke, but it won't be the case in the future. The death of my father is like a wake-up call for me. I will warn myself!"

0...seeking flowers...

Harry looked at his father in the coffin, talking to himself.

Like a poor person who has lost himself because of excessive sadness.

And in a trance, Norman Osborn seemed to come alive from the coffin.

His father's voice was constantly echoing in Harry's ears now.

"Harry, become the Green Goblin and bring fear to the city."

"Harry, you can do whatever it takes to get what you want, right?"

"It's all for Osborn's sake!"

Apparently, it wasn't Norman Osborn who came back to life, but Green Goblin.

The Green Goblin never dies, it's a spirit, just like the Joker.

All it takes is a bad day, anyone can.

Under the refraction of the mirror, Harry was panting heavily by himself, staring at Norman's body intently.

Little did they know who they were speaking ill at.

"Today is my father's funeral, and today I will only be Harry Osborn!"

Maybe it was because the voice was a little loud, but when he turned his head, everyone in the venue was staring at him three times. .