But since he is called a genius by top scientists like Skynet, one can imagine how talented Peter is. Zoe's move was indeed correct.
Just imagine how much profit can be made once the genetically modified grafting technology is successfully developed. It can be sold to civilians like a medicine to regenerate severed limbs, or it can be customized as a superhuman serum for the military. The potential value of this technology may be beyond everyone's imagination.
If Zoe were more generous, even making everyone a superman would not be impossible, but Zoe is not that generous. If she wants to sell it in the future, she will sell the castrated version. For example, the regeneration of broken limbs must be injected every once in a while, otherwise the newly grown limbs will disappear. Zoe will not do such a thing as killing the chicken to get the eggs. The hen that continues to lay golden eggs is what Zoe pursues.
At the same time, in a dark room in Osborne's ancestral home, a gloomy-looking young man stared at an old man who was about to die. After a while, the young man slowly spoke:
"dad."
"I never thought I would die like this. Looking at my son is like looking at a stranger." Norman Osborn lying on the hospital bed was as pale as a dead man. Even his speech was intermittent. It was obvious that he was about to die.
But his son Harry Osborn, Spider-Man's best friend, suddenly smiled sadly at this moment.
"As a father, you threw me into boarding school when I was 11 years old. Last year, on my birthday, you had your assistant send me a card. I still remember the cold words on it clearly."
"With best regards, Norman Osborn."
"Besides, I haven't seen you since I entered boarding school, not even a single phone call!"
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"Besides, I haven't seen you since I entered boarding school, not even a single phone call!"
Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally roared at Norman who was dying on the hospital bed. After Harry calmed down, Norman continued to speak:
"I don't expect or need you to forgive me. You absolutely cannot understand what I have done for you."
"Harry, your hand has started to cramp. While you are lying flat on your back, the demon hidden in your body is devouring your life step by step."
Norman forced himself to stand up, his cloudy eyes staring at the uneasy Harry as if a devil was hiding in them.
"Retroviral hyperplasia, a congenital genetic defect. I never told you it's hereditary."
"It's God's curse on us Osborn. The disease started at your age. Give me your hand."
After saying so much, Norman Osborn was a little out of breath, but he still tightly grasped Harry's trembling right hand and placed a chip in Harry's palm.
"This is... the greatest legacy I can give you... and the work of my life."
"I hope... you can succeed... where I... failed."
"Go...go...find Peter Parker."
"My son..."
Norman held Harry's hands tightly, and after saying these words weakly, he fell powerlessly on the hospital bed.
At the same time, the device monitoring Norman's electrocardiogram also made a harsh beeping sound...
Harry felt as if the air had become silent at that moment. He could no longer hear the medical staff's cries for help. 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 that had never closed until his death.
At this moment, a wave of emotion washed over his heart like a flood. It was not sadness, not mourning, but fear, deep-seated fear, the fear that his life was not under his control.
It's like adding a countdown to your life, and you can only watch yourself go to the grave without being able to do anything.
When the room was empty, Harry squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes.
"I'm only 17 years old and I still have plenty of time to enjoy my life. Why does God do this to me?"
"Why?"
"Why..."
(PS: I'm rolling around in a cute way, asking for flowers, evaluation votes, and rewards.)
Chapter 38 Meeting
"By the way, Peter Parker, the old man said to go find Peter Parker, he must have a way to cure me."
Harry, who was tortured by fear and was about to collapse, suddenly remembered what Norman said to him before he died.
Harry immediately contacted his men to search for Peter Parker's whereabouts, and even put aside the matter of taking over Osborn Enterprises.
Harry soon found out that Peter was now interning at a newly established company called Skynet Technologies. He casually put on a coat and rushed to the location of Skynet Technologies.
But Peter knew nothing about this at the moment. He was very proud and successful during this period. His talents were fully utilized in Skynet Technology. He was no longer depressed because of his lack of recognition. In the end, he even won the heart of his dream goddess, Gwen Stacy.
Recently, he was invited to Gwen's house for dinner. Although it was awkward at first, fortunately, Gwen's parents were very satisfied with him.
To be honest, the person Peter is most grateful to now is Zoe. Without the business card Zoe gave him, he would not have been able to get rid of his loser status so quickly. Moreover, he is extremely satisfied with Skynet Technology. Not only is the salary generous, but there are also not so many troublesome intrigues. He is very happy working here.
Peter has decided to work at Skynet Technology after graduation.
However, today, when he said goodbye to his colleagues with a smile and walked out of the company gate, he saw a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar leaning against the car waiting for him.
"Harry?" Peter asked uncertainly. After all, he and Harry hadn't seen each other for several years.
"Peter, long time no see." Harry forced a smile when he saw Peter.
"It really is you, Harry. We haven't seen each other for almost five years."
Peter said happily that it is always a joy to meet old friends again.
"Come on, get in the car, let's go talk somewhere else. I have a lot to say to you."
Harry wanted to give Peter a smile, but the anxiety and fear in his heart prevented him from smiling.
At this moment, even if Peter was slow-witted, he could still sense Harry's abnormal emotions, so he got into Harry's car without saying anything.
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the door of a bar. The bar, which should have been crowded at this time of day, was now empty. Harry had booked the bar while waiting for Peter.
After entering, Harry tugged at his collar, as if he was being strangled and couldn't breathe, then he picked up a bottle of liquor and poured himself a full glass. He ignored the burning sensation in his throat and stomach and drank it all in one gulp.
Peter had a complicated look on his face, but he didn't stop him.
"I can tell something bad has happened to Harry, so it might be good to let him vent now," Peter thought to himself.
"Peter, you know, my father died just now." Harry said in a flat tone, as if an unrelated person had died, and seemed extremely indifferent.
"What? Mr. Osborn is dead?" Peter screamed in disbelief, and in return Harry handed him a glass of liquor.
Peter, his mind full of disbelief, mechanically took it and subconsciously brought it to his mouth and took a sip.
"Cough cough cough…"
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"Cough cough cough…"