Osborne Megacorp

While Harry was promoting ctOS, Norman was canvassing for votes.

Mississippi.

"A few months ago, an alien hit me on the head, literally hit me on the head, right here."

Norman pointed to the top of his head towards the crowd below, and laughter came from below.

"It hurts, but luckily I'm wearing a helmet - a helmet is very important. It can prevent you from accidental injuries and protect your most important parts."

Norman pointed to his head.

"But on the day of the attack, not everyone was wearing a helmet. It can even be said that we, the entire United States, were not wearing helmets."

"We need a better protection mechanism to protect ourselves."

"Not just protecting America, but protecting this fragile blue planet."

"And the so-called protection is definitely not firing a nuclear bomb at your own city - without even knowing whether it will work."

"The world is changing, and we should be prepared for it, and this preparation is not as simple as painting a suit of armor the colors of the Stars and Stripes..."

Just as Norman was mid-sentence, the huge electronic billboard behind him was hijacked.

A 50s- and [-]s-style video was played. The protagonist of the picture was a cold man wearing sunglasses.

"Some people think I am a KB member, but I consider myself a mentor."

"America, prepare to learn a lesson."

Norman spread his hands towards the crowd below and rolled his eyes at the big screen.

"Here we go again." Norman continued, "You see, guys like this are the ones who should be monitored, but the CIA knows nothing about it and instead monitors our people and allies."

"Yeah!" A bearded strong man stirred up the atmosphere below. "The only thing they can do is give that thing called the war machine a new paint job. It's sad!"

Boos all over the place.

Norman smiled and continued: "The day the aliens attacked, many citizens put on powered exoskeletons to fight with us. I really don't know why the Pentagon was so panicked."

"The heroes are all around us, these KB elements have nothing to fear."

Unlike other places, in a place like Georgia the electorate is mostly rough.

Even though the big billboard behind them was still chattering, they were not afraid.

"...And Norman Osborn, you have rejected my teachings. I don't know what you will look like when my people find you."

"Without those high-tech equipment, without those bodyguards, and unarmed, can you really talk to me as an equal?"

The place went quiet.

This passage is new and was previously only directed at President Ellis.

Norman was not affected at all: "Interesting, I really want to face him face to face, but unfortunately, he is just a clown hiding around."

"Haha, I like the way you talk, Osborne, but do you dare to have an old-fashioned confrontation with me?" A man with a big belly walked out of the crowd and flashed his thick arms, seemingly coming to arm-wrestle. of.

This guy looks like he's almost two meters tall and has the build of a WWE player, especially with the cowboy hat on his head.

The people here are the kind of people who don't take things too seriously when watching the excitement, and everyone started to boo.

Norman smiled: "Are you the strongest here? Is there anyone stronger than him?"

"I am the strongest here, what do you say? Regardless of victory or defeat, as long as you dare to have a duel with me, my good brothers will vote for you."

"Your cowboy brother?" Norman walked off the podium, and the bodyguard not far away became nervous. "Relax, I like cowboys."

"Okay, let's find a piece of land."

The two found a table and sat down, holding hands together.

The strength in the strengthened Norman's hands is also measured in tons. Not to mention defeating this strong man, defeating everyone here is not a problem.

Does Norman really want to win against this strong man?of course not.

The strong man quickly exerted his strength, and he found that this gentle entrepreneur was also quite strong, and the faces of both of them quickly turned red.

But the balance of victory tilted towards the strong man as expected. After holding on for almost 1 minute, the strong man won.

"Wow! The winner is the brawny cowboy!"

Norman pulled back, "You're really strong, big man."

"You are much better than I thought. This Osborne is a real man! This is ridiculous. I was just wondering if you would put on your gorgeous battle suit!"

After the arm wrestling, the cowboys wanted Norman to stay and drink beer, but Norman refused.

"Finally, I want to tell this KB member."

Norman said to the camera: "I'm not afraid of you. I'm right here. Like you said, you're just a bastard who attacks old, weak, women and children. New York, Illinois, Tennessee...we have built a defense line. Soon the entire United States will be connected and there will be no weak points."

"And you, no matter where you are, I will find you out - prepare to collect your body."

This scene was spread all over the Internet, with the title "Norman Osborn Provoking the Mandarin".

After finishing his speech, Norman called Connors.

"Doctor, how is the project going?"

On the other side, Connors is adjusting Alex's high-tech prosthetics.

"Very good, but I saw the recent news that the equipment on his body needs to be strengthened with heat resistance and explosion resistance."

"Okay, complete the plan as soon as possible."

Alex's left hand and left foot have been completely replaced with high-tech prosthetics, which are more closely connected to the body.

Each of his movements sent brain activity data back to the lab, not just for him, but for all the subjects who participated in the Apollo program.

These data will promote prosthetic upgrades and the development of brain science.

"Doctor, I have to say this feels a bit weird, with machinery on one side and physical body on the other."

Alex moved his limbs.

His body had been infused with a protein complex, a program Harry had spun off from Spartan Strengthening Technology, to build muscle strength.

Injecting small amounts of the complex strengthened Alex's body, with a much lower chance of side effects.

"That's why we need to balance the power on both sides of the body."

These prosthetic limbs are not only prosthetic limbs. With the input of instructions, pieces of armor extend from the prosthetic limbs and then cover the limbs, spine and head, just like the Mark armor.

In addition to enhancing the strength of the other side, the mechanical data transmitted back by these armors also allows Connors to better study and think about what to do next.

Semi-biochemical and semi-mechanical enhancement is actually not as unified and harmonious as purely mechanical or purely biochemical modification, but this allows researchers to have a better understanding of these two technologies.

After the armor was covered, Yaris felt much better.

"I'm Iron Man now?" Alex looked at these cool outer armors in disbelief.

"Strictly speaking, no, you don't have repulsor cannons, jetpacks, or micro-missiles on you..."

"I know I know, Doc, it doesn't have that big shiny battery on the chest either, I just think it's cool."

Connors smiled when he heard this: Actually, there is such a piece of energy.

"David is going to love it..." Alex stroked his mechanical body.

David is his son. Hearing this name, Connors was stunned: "Is your son named after the crew of RoboCop?"

Alex smiled sheepishly: "Yes."

Connors thought this man was quite interesting. His name was the same as in the movie, and he named his son exactly the same.

But now he is indeed "RoboCop."

"Now that all your equipment has been activated, your left prosthetic arm is equipped with a modified cobra venom. This is a neurotoxin that is non-lethal, but will cause the enemy to lose consciousness instantly."

Alex raised his left hand, and an aiming frame appeared in his field of vision. It seemed that it was self-aiming.

"If nothing else, this should be the next generation of law enforcement ammunition. Use it boldly, RoboCop." Connors said.

boom!

Alex fired his rounds at the dummy.