Night, Osborn Group, high-level laboratory.
Although the team members had all gone home, Dr. Connors was still working overtime in the laboratory, researching. After all, others were just working for money, while he was working for his own body.
With the Lizardman corpse, Dr. Connors believed he could produce a serum that would satisfy Mr. Osborn within a year, and then a truly marketable product within two years.
Although the Lizardman incident caused some negative reactions against the Osborn Group, the Osborn Group's public relations were very effective, immediately stating that the Lizardman was not from their company, and their company's products did not yet have such good effects.
Dr. Connors was constantly busy, completely unaware that two people had appeared behind him.
Looking at Dr. Connors's focused expression, Eller was a little reluctant to interrupt him. At least half a minute later, Eller softly called out:
"Dr. Connors, good evening."
"Who are you?!" Dr. Connors was startled by the sudden voice. He nearly dropped the test tube in his hand, but Wanda, who had come with Eller, used her telekinesis to steady the test tube.
Afterward, Dr. Connors put the test tube back. He adjusted his glasses and then clearly saw who these two people in front of him were.
"Kamen Rider Geats?"
Dr. Connors recognized the figure in the black tech armor. From his performance during the day, this person's technology was even better than Stark's. Then, Dr. Connors looked at the woman beside Eller and asked:
"And this is?"
To accompany Eller, Wanda specifically wore a full-face masquerade mask that covered her entire face. Her original hair was hidden under a black wig, and she wore a dark red trench coat. It looked a bit like cosplay, but this was just a temporary measure; she could make a new uniform with better materials later.
"My friend." Eller explained for Wanda, then he took out the samples previously found in the sewer from his dimensional pocket and placed them in front of Dr. Connors.
Dr. Connors carefully examined the samples for a moment, then looked at Eller, puzzled, "These are just some dead skin shed by lizards during their growth. I don't think these things are worth you coming all this way to see me."
"But what if that lizard was three meters tall?" Eller retorted.
Upon hearing this, Dr. Connors immediately understood where these skins came from. He immediately pressed:
"So, you found that red lizard?"
At this moment, Wanda's finger twitched slightly, and red telekinetic energy pulsed at her fingertips. She was sensing Dr. Connors's mental fluctuations to see if he was lying.
"I only found some clues." Eller shook his head, then whispered, "But I have bad news: that lizard has teamed up with an unknown mad scientist, and they might turn all of New York into a lizard kingdom."
"…"
Dr. Connors pondered for a second, then began to speculate on the possibility Eller mentioned.
"This could indeed... if the serum were made into a widespread spray, it could indeed turn all New York City citizens into Lizardmen like him. But that would be too obvious; he would need a sufficiently tall and large transmission device, which would be too conspicuous."
"Are there any other ways to spread it?" Eller asked again.
"Contaminate the water source? No, that would require a lot of reagents and enough time." Dr. Connors was brainstorming with his eyes closed, and when he opened them, he guessed what the other party was most likely to do.
"Virus transmission! Yes, they could create an easily transmissible virus that initially resembles the flu. Once the number of infected individuals grows, they would begin to mutate, and the entire New York City would become a Lizard Kingdom, possibly even affecting other cities and states."
Dr. Connors spoke while speculating and calculating on the whiteboard. No wonder he was a 'quasi-villain'; his engrossed appearance indeed had a touch of the mad scientist about him.
"In two weeks at most, New York City will see tens of thousands of infected people." Dr. Connors stated a very grim possibility.
Seeing this, Eller asked Dr. Connors, "Then can you use the Lizardman corpse to research a vaccine or serum?"
"That would require a huge investment." Dr. Connors ran his hands through his hair, his expression becoming troubled, "And I might not be able to convince the group's executives, especially Mr. Osborn. He's been waiting for a cure for himself for a long time, and I don't think he'll agree."
"Then can you call Norman Osborn?" Eller asked.
"You want to convince him, don't you?" Dr. Connors pulled out his phone. "I think we can try."
"Beep, beep, beep…"
After a few ringing tones, a somewhat weak male voice answered, "Dr. Connors? Is the experiment short on funds again?"
"No, I want to speak with you." Eller took Dr. Connors's phone and said to Norman.
"Who are you?" Norman asked.
"Kamen Rider Geats." Eller stated truthfully, "The one who killed that brown lizard today."
"So it's you." Norman's voice deepened slightly. "I didn't expect a superhero to come looking for the chairman of this cutthroat conglomerate. Speak, what do you want?"
"I need the Osborn Group to temporarily adjust its research direction on 'Lizard Serum', because…"
Eller relayed Dr. Connors's conjecture to Norman Osborn, and there was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
"What you said is indeed terrifying, but I am a wealthy man. I can take my family and hide in our estate, and reappear after you and the White House have dealt with these matters." Norman Osborn said with a hint of meaning.
"You need to give me enough benefit, Superhero."
"Benefit?" Eller smirked, then said to Norman Osborn:
"The benefit I offer is that the Osborn Group can become the savior of all New York when the city faces a crisis. The Osborn family will become an honorable name, and your child can use the prestige you've accumulated to expand the Osborn Group even further."
"That is indeed tempting, especially since you mentioned my child's future." A hint of laughter appeared in Norman's voice, but the profit-seeking nature of a businessman made him want Eller to raise the price further.
"But I want more, Superhero."
"You are truly greedy, Mr. Osborn." Eller wasn't angry, but he also didn't want to agree to Norman, which would only fuel his arrogance.
"Don't forget who indirectly gave you such a reliable sample. If Tony Stark had defeated them, would you still have had a chance to get the corpse?"
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