Zooey knocked on the glass and gave them a standard fake smile. Then, she turned around and left without hesitation.
It made Crow and Black Panther's cousin inside dumbfounded.
So you're here to take a look? You're not playing by the rules. Shouldn't you be asking us questions?
Actually, Claw had already mentally simulated how to deal with it. He had captured him for the sake of the 200 pounds of vibranium that he had risked his life to bring back from Wakanda. At most, he would give him a discount by paying a little blood or just give him away for free.
He had noticed Zooey when she came. She must be in charge, but he didn't expect Zooey to ignore him and leave.
In fact, Zooey had come here purely to confirm their identities. He did not expect himself to fool them with his words. That was Long Aotian's skill, but Zooey did not. As for Claw's vibranium, Zooey did not care. Compared to the thousands of tons of vibranium stored in Wakanda, this was not even a drop in the ocean.
When Skynet perfected the technology, it would control the two of them directly. It would save Zooey the trouble of scheming against them and guarding against them.
On the way back, Zooey seemed to have suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Skynet.
"Skynet, how is Peter Parker doing in the company?”
"Peter is a genius. In just ten days, he has fully absorbed his father's research data. I believe that he will be able to produce results soon. Recently, he had a girlfriend.”
"Gwen Stacy."
However, Peter's talent could be imagined for being called a genius by a top scientist like Skynet. Zooey's move was indeed correct.
Just imagine how much profit could be made when the genetic modification technology was successfully developed. It could be sold to civilians as a medicine similar to limb regeneration or customized Superman serum for the military. The hidden value of this technology might exceed everyone's imagination.
If Zooey was more generous, she might even become a national superhero. However, Zooey was not that generous. If she wanted to sell it in the future, she would sell the castrated version. For example, she had to inject a new limb every once in a while. Otherwise, the new limb would disappear. Zooey would not kill the goose that laid the golden eggs. What Zooey wanted was a hen that continuously laid golden eggs.
At the same time, in a dark room in Osborne's ancestral home, a gloomy looking boy was looking at a dying old man, and after a long time the boy slowly said:
"Daddy."
"I never thought that I would die like this. I looked at my son as if he was a stranger.”Norman Osborne, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked as pale as a dead man, and even his words were intermittent, clearly about to run out of oil.
But his son, Harry Osborne, the little spider's best friend, suddenly smiled sadly.
"When I was 11 years old, you threw me into boarding school as a father. On my birthday last year, you asked your assistant to send me a greeting card.”
"My sincerest regards, Norman Osborne.”
"Moreover, ever since I entered boarding school, I haven't seen you again. I haven't even called you!”
The more Harry spoke, the more agitated he became. In the end, he roared at Norman, who was about to die on the hospital bed. After Harry calmed down, Norman continued,
"I don't expect or need you to forgive me. You will never understand what I have done for you.”
"Harry, your hand is starting to cramp. When you were lying down, the demon hidden in your body was devouring your life step by step.”
Norman forced himself to sit up. His already turbid eyes looked like they were hiding a demon as he stared straight at the uneasy Harry.
"It's a congenital genetic defect. I never told you that it's hereditary.”
"It's God's curse on our Osborne, the illness started at your age, give me your hand.”
Norman Osborne was already a little breathless after saying such a long string of words, but he still grasped Harry's trembling right hand tightly and put a chip in Harry's palm.
"This is…the greatest inheritance I can give you…and also my life's work.”
"Go... go... find Peter Parker.”
Norman held Harry's hands tightly. After saying this weakly, he fell weakly on the bed.
At the same time, the device monitoring Norman's electrocardiogram also made an ear-piercing beeping sound...
Harry felt as if the air had quieted down. He could no longer hear the medical staff's rescue. Now, all he could see was his father Norman's body, which had been tortured by the virus and turned into a monster, and his eyes, which had not closed even when he died.
At this moment, an emotion rushed through his heart like a flood. It was not sadness or mourning, but fear, a bone-chilling fear. It was the fear of losing control of his own life.
It was as if he had added a countdown to his life. He could only watch helplessly as he walked towards his grave.
When the room was empty, Harry crouched in the corner, holding his head, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm only 17 years old. I still have a lot of time to enjoy. Why is God doing this to me?”
"Why…"
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