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"What a show. You're going to be better than your father, Norman."
A white-haired, imposing old man stood in front of young Harry and said to him with a smile.
"I'm just standing on my father's shoulders." Harry smiled implicitly and remained calm in the face of the old man's admiring expression.
In reality, he wasn't as calm as he appeared. Instead, he felt nervous. Even though he had tested this experiment many times beforehand and had seen the effects of the lizard potion, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy at this moment.
The old man before him was a military figure with inextricable ties to Osborn Industries. He had always had a good relationship with his father, Norman Osborn. He had also met him many times when he was a child.
Although after his father Norman Osborn passed away, the old man who had a good relationship with his father did not lend a helping hand to him when he was stuck in the quagmire, this was also understandable.
Little Harry might have been resentful before, but with the guidance and analysis of Big Harry, he has grown up and is no longer as naive as before.
"This medicine has a wide range of uses, not just for the military, but also for limb-loss patients around the world. Have you completed the relevant procedures? If not, I can help you," the old man said with a smile. He could see that the young man in front of him was trying to control his emotions, and he was far from being as calm and composed as he appeared.
But so what? Thinking about the other person's current situation, he could understand him. He had demonstrated his worth, so the connection with the Osborne family that had been severed could be reestablished.
After all, Osborn's relationship with the military is relatively close.
"Of course, my father told me when he left that he could ask you for help with these things," said little Harry.
"Are you the only one who can make this potion?" When little Harry left, the old man suddenly asked casually.
"Of course." Little Harry turned around, looked at the smiling old man and nodded, "The most important formula is in my hands alone. It belongs to the property of the Osborn family."
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Osborne House.
basement.
Little Harry hurried through the opened elevator doors. The spacious basement was now filled with a variety of instruments, squeezing the spacious space to the point of being difficult to find. Even a heavier person would be practically stuck trying to navigate the gaps between the instruments.
"You look so excited. Let me guess. Did this trip go smoothly?" Big Harry, who was busy in the laboratory, glanced at Little Harry who came in and chuckled.
"Of course, the Lizard Potion is a great product. It is enough to become a gold mine in the hands of any giant. And once it is released, Osborn will become the savior of certain customers!" Little Harry no longer had to suppress and hide his excitement in front of Big Harry. He spoke with rare emotion.
"Great? No, no, no, it's very ordinary, as ordinary as a cold medicine. In our place, it's almost a public preparation. Although Osborne Industries has its patent, but..." Big Harry shrugged and corrected Little Harry's statement.
"Oh, Harry! Damn it, every time I call your name I feel confused." Little Harry covered his face. Although it had been many days, he was still a little uncomfortable.
"Me too. But you have to get used to it, don't you?" Big Harry didn't care about what Little Harry said.
"Okay, what was I going to say? Oh yes, what I wanted to say is, don't always use the perspective of your world to substitute for this world. In fact, this potion may not be a big deal in your world, but in the world I live in, it still has a big market and is very important." Little Harry was speechless, but he still couldn't hide his inner excitement.
"I know. But all it does is give you a break, buy you a little more time, and give you one more bargaining chip to play. It won't be the final word, and it certainly won't help you get home or deal with a powerful enemy hiding in the shadows.
It's really just a very ordinary potion. I even removed its ability to grant a person strong physical strength. This makes its value much lower." Big Harry was very frank. "If this alone is enough to make you so surprised that you can't contain yourself, then when I show you more technology later, will you explode?"
By then, you'll probably have the same attitude as me: Lizard Potion? Oh, a very ordinary, common potion. Not worth mentioning."
Little Harry was speechless. But he soon perked up and asked curiously, "Is there a follow-up potion? I thought it was already perfect."
"Of course it has an upgraded version. In fact, it can be used as a superhuman potion. Your world is really missing so much. There is no S.H.I.E.L.D., no Captain Rogers, and even no Tony Stark. Well, a female Tony Stark. You haven't even come into contact with extraterrestrial civilizations, which makes me unsure whether there is Asgard." Big Harry spread out his hands and listed a bunch of names and organizations that were unfamiliar to Little Harry.
"But you have Peter Parker, Spider-Man."
"Wait a minute! You said Spider-Man is Peter Parker?" Little Harry suddenly seemed to have heard some shocking news. He reached out to stop Big Harry from saying the next words and asked in surprise.
"Don't you know? In our city, Spider-Man is employed by the Metropolitan Police Department and S.H.I.E.L.D. His ridiculous costume can't help him hide his true identity. Although only a few people knew about it at the beginning, as the number of superheroes increased, he was exposed long ago.
As for the future, if Transcendents become rampant, they'll be worthless. Can you imagine? Our world has at least tens of millions of Transcendents in the wild. Osborn alone employs over eight thousand of them. Big Harry had no idea how much of a shock and impact his news had on Little Harry.
"As a friend, I envy Peter very much. It turns out that lone wolf heroes who fight alone can't get far in an ever-changing world.
Without the technical support of Stark and Hebron, Peter would have been lost to the crowd long ago. But he was a very good person, with Stark who raised him like a son, and a girlfriend who had been working at Hebron for a long time.
Did you know that he even secretly participated in many extraterrestrial civilization wars without my knowledge?
"My mind is a little confused." Little Harry was dizzy from the barrage of information coming his way from Big Harry. He couldn't quite accept that his best friend was actually Spider-Man.
"Do you envy him?" Big Harry suddenly asked.
"What do you envy him for?" Little Harry raised his head and looked at Big Harry.
"I envy him for possessing extraordinary powers. You know, he was able to obtain this power because of an accident during his visit to Osborn."
"No, Peter is my friend. Well, I envy him. You know, my health is not good because of my family's genetic disease."
"Don't worry, I've checked your body. Your genetic disease is not difficult to cure." Big Harry interrupted Little Harry and comforted him.
He hadn't lied to little Harry. This genetic disease might be a thorny and troublesome condition in this world, a chronic, terminal illness, but it was nothing to him. Even the Lizard Potion could alleviate and suppress its onset. While it couldn't be eradicated, it would still allow Harry to live out his days as a normal person.
"Of course I believe you." Little Harry nodded seriously. "What should we do next? Should we talk to those major shareholders? Or?"
"It depends on your choice. If you want to take it slow, you can stabilize them first. If you want to take power quickly, we can also use some means." Big Harry said.
"Won't those methods you mentioned expose us?" Little Harry said with a hint of worry. He was, of course, disgusted with those greedy and short-sighted people who desperately dragged their feet and colluded with outsiders to betray their own people. If possible, he would definitely send them to where they deserved to go.
Unlike Peter, who had become taciturn after Uncle Ben's death, everything he experienced after taking over Osborn disgusted him. The resentment and darkness that grew within him, if not for the arrival of Big Harry, would have been replaced by another cruel and destructive personality as the situation worsened.
So, he didn't want to speak up for those who disgusted him at all. He even wished they would disappear immediately. The only thing that made him cautious was the trouble they would cause after they disappeared.
"If you expect it." Big Harry said meaningfully.
"You seem to have experienced this a lot? Have you ever killed anyone in your world?" Little Harry suddenly asked. "From your tone and expression, I can tell you're used to it and nonchalant about it."
"Maybe I let myself go a little and was a bit nervous. You know, the organization I'm in is called the Time Administration, and it's actually a violent organization. Although I'm not a combatant, I'm responsible for processing information and data. So I have access to a lot of information. This includes civilizations being conquered, planets being destroyed, and even universes being targeted and then wars being started." Big Harry rubbed his forehead. "I feel a little insecure right now. I hate anything that's out of my control, including yours."
"I understand." Although Little Harry couldn't agree with some of Big Harry's remarks, he understood another part of him, such as his dislike for things and people that were out of his control.
"Now that we've made the decision, let's begin preparing. You have to understand that once our plan unfolds, it won't be a small fight. There may be more people and organizations standing against us. We must have the power and plan to control the situation.
"The shareholders and those outsiders who covet Osborne aren't worth our attention, nor is it worth wasting too much time on them. After all, there's still a powerful enemy who might discover us at any moment," said Big Harry, tossing a black sphere the size of a tennis ball to Little Harry.
"What is this?" Little Harry took the black ball in a hurry, looked at it carefully in his palm, and carefully felt the material.
Just like a soft ball with great elasticity, you can easily make it dent by applying force with your fingers.
"Venom?" Big Harry tilted his head and said a name.
"Venom?" Little Harry was confused, not knowing what the name had to do with the black ball in his hand.
"Venoms are a unique species of life in the universe. They can only coexist with life, feeding on the emotions of intelligent life. They can integrate into human bodies and grant their symbionts powerful powers when in danger.
But at the same time, they can place a strong physical burden on those who are not compatible. If nutrition is insufficient, some of those with bad personalities can quickly cause the life of the symbiont to decline," Big Harry explained.
"What about this?" Little Harry felt that the black ball in his hand was a little hot.
"Don't worry, I'm talking about the symbiotes. In our area, the symbiotes are assets of Hyperion and S.H.I.E.L.D., and only these two organizations can wholesale and deploy the symbiotes on a large scale.
Those symbiotes mostly only cohabit with S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Hyperion security personnel. Most of these symbiotes have relatively harsh personalities. Peter's girlfriend, Gwen, who works at Hyperion, was one of the earliest symbiote owners. Her symbiote is currently the most powerful of the symbiote group. It's said to have a very nasty personality, causing Peter considerable suffering. At least when I met Peter, he spent five out of ten minutes complaining about the symbiote's bullying.
This is a replica. To put it another way, if the symbiont is a natural human, then the one you hold in your hand is a clone, an artificial human."
Big Harry paused, then continued, "Of course, due to the limitations of the environment, materials, and equipment, this is just a very low-quality product. It can't even guarantee long-term stability. But at least for the next period of time, it can protect you."
"Protect me? Do you mean I will be in danger next?" Little Harry subconsciously tightened his grip on the black ball again.
"We always have to be prepared for the worst-case scenario, don't we? No one can tell what some people will do. Stark and the others have experienced kidnapping and death crises." Big Harry gave an example that Little Harry didn't understand, but was deeply impressed in his memory.
"How do I use it?" Little Harry nodded obediently. Since this was Big Harry's good intention, he was happy to accept it. He didn't really trust the people around him.
"Feed it some blood so it can bind to your DNA and activate." Big Harry said, and before Little Harry could find something to scratch his skin, he added, "My suggestion is to have the butler prepare a large amount of food for you first. Because this is a defective product, although it is the best I can make so far, it will put a certain burden on the body and cause a strong sense of hunger. You have to satisfy it."