Ch: 71-80
Chapter 71 I not only use my strength to bully the weak, I also use my numbers to bully the few!
At Steve's side, the classic scene of Super Villains ganging up on a Super Hero is absolutely non-existent.
Steve's main focus is a righteous gang-up, with the Super Heroes ganging up on the Super Villains!
Steve, carrying Deadpool in one hand and Bucky in the other, shot up towards the two figures on the top of the building!
Tony and Rhodes, who could fly themselves, immediately followed closely behind.
Upon flying up, Steve, knowing that villains die from talking too much, raised his hand and, without a word, threw Deadpool and Bucky, whom he was carrying, as hidden weapons towards Riot and Dr. Lizard!
Bucky had already used this human cannonball move with Steve at the Life Foundation before, so he was naturally not unfamiliar with it, and he raised his Iron Fist to punch Dr. Lizard, using the force Stevehad thrown him with!
Although Deadpool had never cooperated with Steve like this, his super-fast neural reactions were always quick, and he immediately grinned, drew the two swords from his back, and stabbed them into the unsuspecting Riot's kidneys!
"I go in with a White knife and come out with a whiter knife, I'm stabbing both your kidneys!"
A dull thud of something being hit, and two sounds of blades entering flesh, rang out simultaneously!
Dr. Lizard was actually sent flying by Bucky's Iron Fist, despite the vast difference in their size and strength!
And Riot was not much better off; the Deadpool that Steve threw, both in speed and drawing speed, far exceeded its imagination. Before it could react, it felt like both its kidneys had become skewers!
Not only that, Deadpool just stabbed, and the Symbiote's Super healing ability didn't care about such minor injuries.
But what's with you constantly holding the hilt and violently twisting it inside?
We are, after all, the same kind; are you treating me like a little devil?!
Riot couldn't help but slap Deadpool across the face, sending Deadpool flying!
It pulled out the two swords stuck in its waist and angrily threw them to the ground.
Then it was surprised to find that the wound in its waist, which had been pierced through, did not heal immediately and was still bleeding.
Riot couldn't help but feel a jolt of energy. It had originally not paid attention to physical damage, relying on its immortality, but now it was truly serious.
"Damn bastard, what kind of knife is this!"
Deadpool, whose face was similarly grotesque due to the Symbiote's attachment, grinned: "A pig-slaughtering knife, specifically for high-and-mighty capitalist pigs like you!"
Both Drake and Riot were capitalists in their respective fields, directly hit by Deadpool with one stone, two birds!
Riot snorted coldly, and its five fingers began to lengthen, becoming like ten sharp scimitars:
"Hmph! You glib human, I'm too lazy to talk to you, you don't even deserve to listen! Let the guy inside you talk to me!
Chaos, stop playing dead, come out! Even if your host is very special, don't get too carried away!
Don't forget, there are also differences between Symbiotes. You cannot be a match for a higher-level me. I'll give you one last chance now: return to me with your host!"
Riot talked for a long time, but Chaos inside Deadpool didn't even acknowledge Riot. Only Deadpoolpretended to listen with his ear cocked, then covered his mouth and said with a surprised expression:
"Are you calling my roommate partner? Ding dong ding dong, I'm sorry, but it seems to be out of service right now and can't receive your message~
If you have anything to say, you can leave a message in the Deadpool message box, and I'll let it go in one ear and out the other~"
Riot paused, then reacted.
In one ear and out the other? Doesn't that mean treating its words as farts?!
"You disgusting fellow, since you're unwilling to submit, then die with that traitor inside you!"
Riot's eyes were impatient, and it finally couldn't help but plan to tear Deadpool's foul mouth apart!
However, Deadpool just gave it the middle finger in return:
"Are you very good at fighting? What's the use of being good at fighting? Who still plays one-on-one these days? When you're out in the world, you need connections and influence!"
"Brother Ah San, you should really look behind you!"
Riot suddenly felt a scorching heat on the back of its head. It turned its head sharply, and its vision instantly brightened, directly receiving a face-washing attack from Tony's Palm Cannon!
"Damn human, how dare you do this to me....."
Before Riot could finish its harsh words, an orange Fire Dragon poured down, and as Rhodes's shoulder-mounted Gatling gun spun wildly, bullets rained down on Riot!
Even though it was the strongest Symbiote of Klyntar, it was suppressed by this smooth combo and couldn't get up!
While Riot was being ganged up on by Deadpool, Tony, and Rhodes in an unfair 1V3, Dr. Lizard was not doing any better.
Although Bucky's Iron Fist broke a few of its bones, under the powerful recovery of the Lizard Serum combined with the Symbiote, it recovered to its full strength in the blink of an eye.
But the real danger was not with that Iron Arm Atom, but with the guy who followed closely after throwing Atom!
Every slap from that guy was as terrifying as a hydraulic press. Even though it had a Symbiote attached and its strength exceeded 100T, it was still injured on contact, and severely injured on impact!
Dr. Lizard was beaten to the point where it doubted its Lizard life; was it the monster, or was this guy the monster?!
Steve's power even made Dr. Connors's evil personality somewhat doubt whether his method of evolution was wrong.
Steve, who once again punched half of Dr. Lizard's body, frowned.
This guy, with the addition of the Symbiote, is really an unkillable cockroach. As long as it's not a fatal injury, no matter how severe the injury, it can recover as new in a moment, which simply doesn't conform to the law of conservation of energy!
Dr. Lizard: Damn! Do your hundreds of tons per slap conform to the law of conservation of energy?!
"Has Peter not made the antidote yet? I really can't help but slap this Smurf to death in a bit!" (The Symbiote on the Lizardmen's body is blue.)
If Steve didn't think Dr. Connors was still useful and could be brought into the Avengers' research department as a laborer, why would he play with him for so long.
What if his recovery ability was strong? He didn't believe that if he directly crushed the Lizardmen's head, he could still recover!
Just as Steve was getting impatient, a red and blue figure finally swung on a web to the rooftop.
"Captain, I did it! The antidote is made!"
Beep—
A crisp activation sound, almost simultaneously with Peter's voice, rang out.
"[Lizard Serum Thundercloud deployed, preparing for city-wide thunder and rain countdown in New York City, 10...8...]"
Everyone looked up at the sound, only to see a strangely shaped instrument on the top of the tower on the roof flashing red countdown numbers!
Steve turned his head sharply to look at the Lizardmen, his eyes instantly turning cold:
"You've been stalling for time?!"
Dr. Lizard sneered, pointing to its head: "That's right, I admit you're strong, but your brain doesn't seem to work very well. You should have hit my head from the beginning. Now it's too late to stop it!"
Steve put away his playful mood and scoffed with a disdainful smile: "Too late? Heh, laughable!"
Chapter 72: Instant Kill of Dr. Lizard and Riot!
Bang!
A violent sonic boom sounded, and Steve's speed instantly broke through three times the speed of sound!
This time, Steve did not have the Biological Force Field to hinder the Impact of takeoff, and everyone on the roof of the Osborn Tower, friend or foe, was blown away by the terrifying air currents!
In less than 0.1 seconds, the launcher on the top of the tower had been shattered into countless fragments by Steve!
"Do you think I was wasting words with you because I wanted to take a last-second, extreme risk to show off?"
"No, I was wasting words with you only because it wouldn't even take me a second to crush your conspiracy!"
"I am Captain America, the Lizard-Dragon. Are you ready to die?"
Dr. Lizard, who had just climbed back from the edge, looked at Steve, who was full of murderous intent in the sky, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"If I said I was just kidding with you, would you believe me?"
Whoosh——————
With a whoosh, Steve appeared above Dr. Lizard's head as if teleporting like the Flying Thunder God, his palm pressed on its round head:
"If you don't get dimensionally flattened after this palm strike, then I'll believe you~"
"Dimensionally flattened?"
Before Dr. Lizard could understand the meaning of this sentence, Steve's arm muscles bulged. This time, he really pressed it from head to tail like a hydraulic press!
Crack! Crack! Crack!————————
Starting from Dr. Lizard's head, the five-meter-tall three-dimensional creature was directly pressed into a two-dimensional creature by Steve!
In layman's terms, Dr. Lizard is now flat.....
And don't look at Dr. Lizard being flattened into a biscuit by Steve's slap, but because he wrapped the opponent with a Biological Force Field, there was no juice splattered at all!
Otherwise, the handsome higher-ups who are currently watching this World would again say that the dog author is just trying to pad the plot, letting Symbiotes lay eggs and eggs hatch Symbiotes, an endless nested doll.
This time, he wants to take all the Symbiotes into his possession. Whether he needs them or not, he wants them all! (Ao Bai clenches fist.jpg)
From now on, Symbiotes will be like regulated firearms in the superhuman World. I can authorize you to use them, but you cannot use them privately, or else you'll be waiting for the Avengers to knock on your door!
I'm talking about you, Drake, do you have a Symbiote license issued by Captain America? How dare you run!
Steve immediately locked onto the silver-gray figure that was fleeing.
In just this short time, this guy had almost run two blocks away.
If he were given another two minutes, he might really have escaped!
But, unfortunately, there are no ifs~
Steve is not only a very good fighter, but also an excellent thrower.
He pulled out his shield from behind, closed one eye, and took aim!
Then..... he threw it with great force!
Danger!
The moment Steve's eyes locked onto Riot, as the strongest Symbiote, it felt a chill down its spine as if it had Spider-Sense, and instantly changed direction to escape into a nearby building!
It had just observed Steve hunting Lizardmen 雜兵 on the rooftop and knew that if it escaped into a building, he couldn't use that shield for long-range attacks!
This was its only chance to escape!
Damn it, this time I shouldn't have been so blinded by greed, coming to this damned New York City just to find a stronger host!
And I shouldn't have been so greedy for the Lizardmen's ability to mass-produce strong bodies, wanting to lay the foundation for my Symbiote army in advance, and getting involved in this mess that originally had nothing to do with me!
Wouldn't it have been better to just honestly build the Rocket at the Life Foundation, bring over the more than one million compatriots from Klyntar first, and then lead them to conquer this Planet?
I didn't get any benefits from this trip, and I almost got myself killed!
When I escape back this time, I will definitely lie low. I will never come out again until I bring my Symbiote army over. That man is simply too terrifying!
~~~Death Flag~~~
As soon as Riot's internal Death Flag was set, it suddenly felt its head lighten?
Then it saw a tall, headless silver-gray body run past it.
Eh, isn't that my body?
Riot was stunned for a second before realizing that it had been beheaded like Louis XVI!
It looked down and saw that its head hadn't fallen to the ground because a bloodstained shield was holding its head like a serving platter!
My monkey brain, no, human brain, no, Symbiote brain!
Before Riot could control the Symbiote in its body to come and reattach its head.
The next second, a large hole suddenly broke open in the wall in front of the shield, and a strong, powerful arm stretched out from it, pulling it and the shield in with a backhand grab.
Speaking of that man, that man arrived. Riot hurriedly spoke:
"Wait, let's talk this over. Do you remember? I also brought you two powerful Symbiotes. If we cooperate, there are millions more Symbiotes like these. We can cooperate to become the new rulers of this Planet!"
Steve patted the non-existent dust on his body and sneered, "King? I'm more like a hero! I don't want this Planet to end up in a chaotic war between Symbiotes and intelligent life forms!"
"Earth is humanity's Earth, it's my Earth, not the Symbiotes'!"
After speaking, Steve unhesitatingly crushed Riot's hideous head, and then stomped Riot's body into a pulp.
A Symbiote might not be harmed by such an injury, but Drake, the host Riot was parasitic on, was completely dead.
Left with no choice, Riot had to escape from the dead host's flesh pulp, and then the original slime-form Riot, having lost its ability to resist, naturally couldn't escape the clutches of Steve's Biological Force Field.
Thus, the Lizardmen and Symbiote crises were ended together.
This also caused several system prompts to sound continuously in Steve's mind.
[Second Faction Mission: Help Spider-Man Peter Parker regain consciousness (Completed)]
[Reward: Enhancement Points * 300]
[Second Faction Mission: Rescue Chief Stacey (Completed)]
[Reward: Enhancement Points * 100]
[Second Faction Mission: Save New York City from the Lizardmen Crisis (Completed)]
[Reward: Enhancement Points * 600]
[Second Faction Mission: Help Eddie escape the entanglement of the Life Foundation (Completed)]
[Reward: Enhancement Points * 400]
"Hmm? Little Spider's mission is complete? And Gwen's request to save her dad is also counted in the system?"
Steve's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.
It seemed his guess was correct. As the Director of the Avengers Agency, even if he didn't post the missions in the Association, they could still be converted into system missions.
And..... the mission to save the Lizardmen crisis, it doesn't seem like he directly completed it, does it? He only participated.
If anyone is truly considered the terminator of this crisis, it should be Little Spider who created the antidote, right?
It seems that as long as he is in the position of faction leader, not only do his own missions count as system missions, but even those done by his subordinates will also count towards him!
Doesn't that mean that as long as he has enough employees, he can even become stronger without doing any missions?!
I, Captain America, get stronger by just lying down?
Chapter 73 Big Breakthrough, Black Cat Felicia!
No, what does it mean to get stronger even when lying down?
Is he the kind of person who slacks off like that??
I, Steve Rogers, owe my current strength and status entirely to my own unremitting efforts; I've never relied on anyone, alright!
So.....
"System, add points for me!"
With a single command!
Power! An endless surge of power continuously rushed into his brain! It felt as if his brain was about to grow muscles!
Adding 14 points of Physique at once made Steve feel every cell in his body cheering, and his body felt as hot as if he had taken a mysterious little pill~
After the comfortable warmth in his body receded, Steve experienced an epic, all-encompassing data surge!
After his Physique reached 46 points, his strength immediately doubled, with his normal strength increasing from 300T to 600T, and his maximum strength exceeding 1000T!
Secondly, his Biological Force Field also doubled across the board, with the most significant improvement being his flight speed, which soared from Mach 3 to Mach 6!
Oh, damn it, now Steve had an unreal sense of power, as if given a pickaxe, he could bore through the entire Earth!
It took him a while to recover from the extreme feeling of inflation caused by his sudden surge in power, settling into just a tiny bit of inflation~
There was nothing he could do; his current strength didn't allow him to be completely uninflated~
Even without using his Biological Force Field for defense, there were few hot weapons on Earth that could harm Steve now.
As for strength, there's no need to say more. What does a maximum strength exceeding 1000 tons mean?
Let's put it this way: if Captain Marvel came, as long as she didn't play dirty and engage him in a long-range energy tug-of-war, he wouldn't fear her at all!
Of course, Captain Marvel's true strength lies in the supreme energy she obtained from the Tesseract; if it came down to a pure energy comparison, Steve would be purely playing dirty.
And Steve didn't want to play dirty with that square-faced auntie, after all, that square woman wasn't even as sexually appealing as Bucky~
Cough, cough, just kidding, Steve's relationship with Bucky is pure brotherhood, with no other meaning at all~
Time flew by, and a month later.
In this month, the news of the Avengers Agency's first mission, which saved the entire New York, had spread throughout the World, making the World aware of the Avengers Agency's existence!
And nothing is more convincing than actual achievements.
The 24k HD uncensored video, filmed by the Avengers' exclusive 'War Correspondent' Eddie Brock using Stark technology, garnered over a hundred million views on YouTube.
Over the past month, the Avengers' popularity remained high, indirectly benefiting the companies of the two major giants within the Avengers greatly.
First, Tony's Stark Industries, whose market value increased by 50%.
It might not seem like much, but this is because, in this month, Tony has officially entered the new energy market, and Stark Industries' market value had already multiplied several times before this 50% increase!
Next is Steve's Rogers Industries, whose market value increased by 200%, but despite the 200% increase, the actual increase is far less than Stark Industries' 50%.
However, it was still more than double Tony's previous estimate of a one-time increase in market value, and it even replaced Stark Industries as the Military's new top arms supplier.
Actually, it can't be said to have replaced it, because Rogers Industries still sells Military arms manufactured by Stark Industries; it's just that Tony is now fully focused on new energy and doesn't care for the small profits from arms, so he directly transferred Stark's weapons department to Rogers Industries.
After all, Tony had no regard for Hammer Industries' original weapons department, and after acquiring Hammer Industries, he certainly wouldn't keep the weapons department he looked down upon.
The gift for his uncle should be the best, and what could be better than something from Stark!
So, while Rogers Industries is named after Rogers, it is essentially still a Shadow of Stark Industries.
This is also one of the reasons why the Military chose to cooperate with Rogers Industries.
Stark manufacturing is the best synonym for quality assurance!
Steve had no objections to this; after all, he was just a soldier who didn't even particularly like using guns, preferring shields instead, so he knew nothing about hot weapon manufacturing.
Tony took care of everything, and he was happy to take it easy.
However, while he was relaxed about weapon design and manufacturing, Steve had strong opinions about his current position as CEO of Rogers Industries!
Sitting in the chairman's office on the top floor of the skyscraper, Steve's forehead throbbed as he looked at the stack of documents awaiting his signature on the desk.
Damn it, no one told him being a boss involved so much annoying stuff before he became one!
Just signing documents every day made his temper flare up!
When he called Tony about it, Tony actually laughed smugly, showing off by saying:
Because his Stark Industries had Pepper, a sensible and capable assistant who could handle these trivia for him.
But Steve didn't have one. Although he didn't have to worry about weapon manufacturing, as CEO, Steve still had to personally handle some important documents.
This made Steve furious, and when he asked Tony to lend him Pepper for a while, Tony mercilessly refused and had Jarvis add him to Pepper's contact blacklist!
Damn, he was clearly afraid he'd poach her!
Helpless, Steve had no choice but to review these annoying documents himself first.
Actually, for Steve's current super brain, this volume of documents was nothing; he could accurately process all documents in minutes.
However, as everyone knows, for things you dislike, even if you have the ability to handle them well, you'll feel an aversion and procrastination, and he was just like that.....
Steve rested his chin on his hand, quickly flipping through the documents in front of him with boredom, signing the reasonable ones and throwing the unreasonable ones directly into the shredder.
It wasn't until he came across an appointment request that Steve's spirits lifted.
He picked up the application that read [Osborn Industries, Harry Osborn Appointment] and read it with interest.
A minute later, after finishing reading, Steve generally understood why the young master of the Osborn Family was seeking him out.
He snapped his fingers, and the office door opened, and a female secretary walked in, dressed in a women's suit, with dazzling silver hair, a beautiful face, and a curvaceous figure.
That's right, as the head of Rogers Industries, Steve, unlike Tony who had a capable and capable personal secretary like Pepper,
Still had his own exclusive secretary.
And her name was Felicia Sara Hardy, also known as the anti-hero 'Black Cat,' one of Little Spider's girlfriend group in the comics, or one could say, Marvel's version of Catwoman~
Speaking of which, this Black Cat becoming his personal secretary was related to Harry's visit this time.
Last month, due to a major blunder by Osborn Industries, New York almost turned into a lizard city.
Although the Avengers ultimately resolved the matter, preventing it from escalating out of control, the credit afterward went to the Avengers, while their federal and state governments took the blame!
This infuriated the federal government and the New York state government!
The Military even directly withdrew its investment in Osborn Industries, and the federal government also dispatched the FBI to conduct a thorough search of Osborn Industries!
They shut down most of Osborn Industries' illegal biological experiments that everyone knew about, almost causing Osborn Industries to declare bankruptcy directly.
This also led to a large number of Osborn Industries employees losing their jobs, and the Black Cat, who was originally working at Osborn Industries, was recruited by Steve at that time.
Not only Black Cat, but Steve also took the opportunity to poach many excellent scientists from Osborn Industries.
For example, the future Electro, Maxwell Dillon.
This guy was originally just a hardworking electrical engineer at Osborn Industries who did a lot but earned little, but Maxwell was actually a genius among geniuses in electrical system design.
After being recruited, Steve directly promoted him to Rogers Industries' Power Supervisor, turning this little transparent, overlooked by the World, into a dazzling Black Lightning, and he even completely became one of Steve's die-hard fanatics!
Chapter 74 Green Goblin and 'Little Green Goblin'
Ahem, I've strayed again. In short, Felicia, the Black Cat, became his personal secretary this way.
Steve raised the appointment schedule in his hand and said,
"Felicia, reply to the young master of the Osborn Family. Tell him to come tomorrow at one in the afternoon. I've approved his appointment request."
Felicia looked at Steve, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, then respectfully lowered her head: "Understood, Boss."
On the other side.
Outside a luxurious manor, Harry, who had been restless, finally let out a long sigh of relief after receiving Felicia's reply.
Ever since he was urgently recalled by his father from studying abroad a month ago, learning about the crisis Osborn Industries was facing and the Osborn Family's hereditary disease he carried, Harry had been living in constant anxiety.
He didn't care much about Osborn Industries' predicament; after all, he was about to die, so why would he care about a family business!
What he cared about was that he was still young, and he didn't want to die so early!
Likewise, he didn't want his father, Norman Osborn, to die like this!
So, after much deliberation, he decided to seek help from the Avengers.
Now, having the chance to meet Captain America, the leader of the Avengers, gave Harry hope for survival again.
Taking a deep breath, Harry walked into the Osborn Family manor, a place he didn't like, and could even say he detested.
Upon entering the manor, it was as if the sunlight from outside had been completely swallowed, leaving only a bone-chilling darkness that clung to him like a parasite.
Along the way, whether it was medical staff or servants, they all seemed lifeless like puppets, appearing exceptionally quiet and empty. They barely spoke to Harry, Apart from basic nods of acknowledgement.
This was one of the reasons Harry detested this place.
He hated this damn silence. He now somewhat missed his talkative childhood friend, Parker…
Harry finally stopped when he reached the depths of the ancient castle, the source of all the gloom.
The butler guarding the deep red wooden door saw Harry and respectfully lowered his head: "Young Master, the Master guessed you would return. The Master is waiting for you inside, please…"
Harry glanced at the butler, said nothing, and pushed open the lifeless door in front of him.
"Harry… my son… you've come…"
A hoarse and muffled voice, like a broken fan, came from the dark room.
"Father…"
Harry walked step by step to Norman Osborn, who was hooked up to IVs to maintain his vital signs. He looked at his father, whose skin showed an unnatural dark green hue, with a very complicated expression.
Norman's voice sounded again:
"I knew… you would come back… even if you can't accept the reality of the family's hereditary terminal illness… but besides doing as I say… you have no other choice…"
Harry frowned tightly at these words, his handsome face filled with unwillingness.
"No, Father, you're wrong. Your method can't save me, let alone Osborn Industries. It will only make us lose everything we have even faster!"
Bang!!
With a loud crash, Norman, who was already critically ill, suddenly seemed to have a burst of energy, smashing the solid wood bedside table beside him with a slap!
Norman struggled to sit up from the bed, his sparse-haired head emerging from the darkness. The green light flashing on the life support machine illuminated his face, making him look sinister and terrifying.
Seeing this, even Harry, Norman's own son, couldn't help but take a step back.
At this moment, Norman was no longer gasping for breath, and his speech was fluid. His sharp green eyes stared intently at Harry:
"Harry, do you really want the Osborn Family to disappear from the World like this? You must know that our Osborn Family's hereditary terminal illness progresses faster with each generation. By my generation, it entered the late stage in middle age!"
"And you, my son, you will develop it even faster than me. I believe you've also felt the abnormalities in your body recently, haven't you? According to my calculations, you won't even last until middle age; you'll be in hell with me before long!"
"You must follow my method to preserve the Osborn Family bloodline, and only then can you save your own life!"
"Do you understand?!"
Upon hearing this, Harry instinctively clenched his uncontrollably trembling hands, finally giving up the illusion that it was merely due to excessive masturbation, and admitting the abnormality in his body.
But he still disagreed with Norman's words, retorting: "No, I'm not like you. I've never shed blood. I won't go to hell; I'll go to heaven even if I die!"
"And I won't use another life to save my own; that's not my style. Moreover, the method you propose is simply unrealistic!"
Norman grew even angrier, never expecting that after a lifetime of being a ruthless hero, achieving his goals by any means, he would father such a weak and cowardly son.
"Unrealistic? I think you're just cowardly! You were cowardly as a child, and you're even more cowardly now. You've never dared to do anything, never done anything, only come to me crying 'Daddy.' You are a disgrace to the Osborn Family!"
Harry, upon hearing this, also became enraged. No longer hiding his trembling hands, he pointed at Norman:
"I'm cowardly? I'm a disgrace to the Osborn Family? So you've always thought that, haven't you?!
No wonder you never liked me since I was a child. No wonder you sent me abroad when I was a teenager. It turns out it was all because you always looked down on me!"
"And your rotten method, I don't even want to talk about it. Asking me to kidnap Spider-Man—it's amazing that your virus-infected brain could come up with such a 'brilliant' idea!"
"Spider-Man is a member of the Avengers Agency! What am I supposed to use to kidnap him? These Parkinson's hands of mine that spill wine even when I try to clink glasses?!"
"And even if I successfully kidnap him, then what? How am I supposed to deal with the other Avengers, how am I supposed to deal with Captain America, who is as powerful as a god in the news?!"
"You say I'm cowardly, and yes, I am cowardly!
But you, who are just as afraid of Death, are you not also cowardly! Don't think I don't know that the reason Osborn Industries is in its current state is entirely because you wanted to live, so you desperately pressured Dr. Connors, who was researching Lizardmen genes, which almost led to the entire New York falling into a Lizardmen disaster!"
"You are the source of all this misfortune, you are the most cowardly one!"
Facing his son, who had always been submissive in front of him since childhood, now shouting at him for the first time, Norman was momentarily lost in thought, as if he saw his younger self in Harry.
But soon, a green glow flashed in Norman's eyes, and his face turned gloomy again:
"Very well, it seems you've truly grown up. You see I'm dying, and you think the World is yours now, that Osborn is yours to command, so you won't even listen to me, is that it?!"
"Since you're unwilling to do it, then get out. Go back and hug your ailing body, which has little time left, and await a painful Death. I will personally complete my plan and save the Osborn Family from despair!"
"I just hope that by then, you won't come crying to me like you did when you were a child!"
Harry's face was cold. He turned and snorted: "Hmph! Don't worry, even if I die of illness here, even if I jump from this manor, I will never beg you for a single word of mercy!"
With that, Harry turned and strode away, slamming the door shut!
The moment the door closed, different emotions flashed in the eyes of both father and son.
Two conflicting emotions eerily appeared on Norman's face: one half worried and disappointed, the other half gloomy and ruthless.
A gloomy voice appeared in Norman's mind:
"What? Are you still worried about your weak and selfish son? Wake up, he's not on our side at all; he'll only be a stumbling block on your and my path to success!
He's just your son, but you and I are one. I am the closest and most loyal person to you, Norman!
What we need to do first is figure out how to catch Spider-Man, how to decipher the Spider-Man serum that traitor Richard Parker took from his body!
Only if we get the Spider-Man serum and survive can the collapsing Osborn Industries be reborn. Do you understand?!"
"Sigh…" The normal half of Norman's face sighed wearily, then he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was filled with gloom and ruthlessness.
Green Goblin, making an appearance!
As Harry walked out of the manor, the coldness on his face melted away, replaced by a hint of worry and doubt. He muttered to himself:
"Father, what exactly happened to you while I was away? Are you really still yourself now…?"
Chapter 75 Harry and Peter, the Green Goblin and Spider-Man
As the sole heir of the Osborn Family, Harry certainly wouldn't be as pure and guileless as he appeared on the surface.
And as his father, Norman Osborn, who built Osborn Industries into such a large enterprise, he shouldn't have been as irritable as he was just now.
It seemed that at Osborn Industries, not only had Dr. Connors mutated due to the Lizard Serum, but his own father also harbored unknown secrets.
This further strengthened his resolve to meet Captain America!
Osborn going head-to-head with the Avengers would definitely be a dead end. He had to join them if he couldn't beat them, before he followed in his father's footsteps and while his mind was still clear enough!
The next day.
Formerly Hammer Tower, now Avengers Tower.
"As expected of the Avengers' headquarters, it's really cool!"
Harry looked up at the Avengers Tower, with the large 'A' at its top, and couldn't help but exclaim.
This was humanity's first company founded by superhumans!
That fellow Hammer liked to imitate Tony in everything, so when he built Hammer Tower, he naturally modeled it after Stark Tower's scale.
However, that guy was unlucky; he hadn't even used it a few times after it was built before Stevecasually slapped him to death for colluding with Obadiah and Ivan.
This was a boon for Steve, who picked up a ready-made Avengers headquarters.
Entering the magnificent tower, Harry went to the front desk, just about to state his name and his appointment with Captain America, but he froze when he looked up.
The front desk wasn't staffed by a beautiful young lady, but by Little Spider, with his red hood pulled up halfway, his legs propped on the front desk, drinking cola and eating popcorn.
"You... You're Spider-Man? How are you here?"
Harry looked at Little Spider with a complicated expression, his mind recalling what Norman Osbornhad told him earlier: that Spider-Man was the Osborn Family's only cure.
And now this 'cure' was right in front of him, making him unable to stop his thoughts from running wild.
In fact, it wasn't just Harry who had frozen; Little Spider had also frozen.
Although they hadn't seen each other for many years, Peter recognized the gloomy handsome young man in front of him as his rare childhood friend, Harry Osborn, at a glance.
"Uh, I work here. Today I'm on the day shift, responsible for receiving clients at the front desk. You're Harry Osborn from Osborn Industries, right? Do you have a commission for Avengers Tower?"
Harry hid the emotions in his eyes and showed a slight smile: "A commission? Sort of, but I have an appointment to meet Captain Rogers at one o'clock today. This matter needs to be discussed with the Captain in person."
Little Spider nodded knowingly, verifying the appointment schedule on the translucent screen in front of him:
"That's right, you do have an appointment record. No problem, Jarvis will guide you to take Elevator One, which is the Captain's exclusive direct elevator to his floor."
"I wish you a pleasant discussion with the Captain, Harry!"
As Little Spider finished speaking, a translucent blue guiding arrow was projected onto the ceiling at Harry's feet, pointing in a direction.
"Thank you...."
Harry looked at the dreamlike guiding arrow in front of him, which was like something out of a game, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he felt even more fortunate about his choice.
Not only was his hard power inferior, but even the technology he was most proud of couldn't compare!
At least within Osborn Tower, it was absolutely impossible to have such comprehensive holographic projections, nor such intelligent artificial intelligence to assist.
Harry followed Jarvis's guidance all the way, taking Elevator One, authorized by Jarvis, directly to the top floor.
When the elevator door opened, Harry first saw the magnificent decorations, with various valuable paintings covering the walls, and exquisite sculptures placed along both sides of the long corridor.
And if Harry remembered correctly, these sculptures should be of each of the Avengers members, and the largest and most dazzling one was clearly the sculpture of Captain America himself...
This Captain America seemed a bit different from what he had imagined...
Not only was the Avengers Tower he founded so high-tech that it didn't fit his old-fashioned image, but even the decoration was full of a nouveau riche aura, and he narcissistically placed his own statue in the center...
Harry expressed that this was really hard to comment on...
Before he could think more, a crisp sound of footsteps came.
Felicia walked gracefully and smiled slightly at Harry:
"Mr. Osborn, the Boss is waiting for you in the reception room. This way, please..."
Harry glanced at the woman he had seen twice at his own company before, said nothing more, and nodded, following her.
Arriving at the reception room, Harry felt it was more like a large indoor hot spring pool than a reception room.
Opening the door, a thin white mist lingered in the room, and a broad back was soaking in the hot spring pool.
Felicia bowed slightly, her voice much softer than when she spoke to Harry:
"Boss, young Mr. Osborn has arrived—"
Splash——————
Warm water streamed down the ancient Greek sculpture-like body from the mist. Steve stood up from the hot spring, grabbed a bath towel from the side of the pool, casually wrapped it around his lower body, walked out of the water, and came before Harry.
Steve rubbed his neck comfortably after the bath with one hand and patted Harry's shoulder with the other:
"Young man, why don't you also soak in the hot spring for a while? It can refresh and invigorate you~"
"Invigorate... No, thank you for your kindness, but I'll pass. I don't have a habit of soaking in hot springs, thank you..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, politely declining Steve's warm invitation.
"No wonder young people nowadays aren't in good shape; they don't even bathe. How can that be? Come and sit together."
Steve casually commented, then went to a lounge chair and sat down.
Felicia poured a cup of tea for each of them and stood appropriately behind Steve, her delicate hands massaging his shoulders, which had just been activated by the hot spring.
Once Harry also sat down, Steve didn't beat around the bush and said directly:
"I'm not a merchant who likes to beat around the bush like you people. I'm just a reckless man who used to charge forward on the battlefield with only a shield. So let's not waste time with pleasantries and get straight to the point. Are you here for Osborn Industries, or for yourself?"
Harry didn't expect Steve to be so direct, and the long speech he had prepared suddenly caught in his throat.
After a long pause, he said bitterly, "For Osborn Industries, and even more for myself..."
Saying that, Harry stopped pretending and raised his slightly trembling hands.
Steve glanced at them and casually said, "Did you overdo it?"
Harry:...
Steve laughed heartily:
"Haha, just kidding. I've long heard that the Osborn Family has a history of hereditary illness. I suppose this is the early stage of that disease?"
Harry nodded in acknowledgment: "That's right, and it's an incurable disease. Even with current technology, Osborn has been researching biological genes for years, yet still cannot cure our family's hereditary illness, unless..."
Seeing Harry's difficulty in speaking, Steve asked casually, "Unless what?"
Chapter 76 The hope of healing, conquering the little green devil!
Harry hesitated for a moment before revealing everything:
"My father said that only by capturing Spider-Man and extracting the spider serum stolen from him over a decade ago can we cure our inherited disease and gain Super Hero abilities like Spider-Man."
Steve scoffed upon hearing this, disdainfully remarking, "It seems your old man is truly out of his mind. Doesn't he know Spider-Man is under my protection?
Where does he get such confidence from? Did Liang Jingru give it to him?"
Harry nodded helplessly, sighing, "ε=(´ο｀*))) Alas, I told him the same thing, but my father simply wouldn't listen. When he returned this time, I felt like he had become a different person, becoming irritable and aggressive…"
"Irritable? Aggressive?" Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
This clearly indicated the emergence of Norman Osborn's Green Goblin persona.
He had initially thought that Little Spider in this Universe was the extraordinary Little Spider, and that, just like in the original work, there wouldn't be Norman Osborn's old Green Goblin, only Harry's Little Green Goblin. He hadn't expected that the classic villain, the Green Goblin, would still appear.
Recalling the strange dark green color beneath his father's skin, Harry continued in a deep voice:
"Yes, I actually suspect that my father, like Dr. Connors, injected himself with some untested biological agent to cure himself, which led to his drastic change in temperament."
Steve comfortably enjoyed Felicia's massage service, leisurely saying:
"Hmm, your guess isn't without reason. Most Super Serums do have side effects."
"For example, my Super Soldier Serum, while strengthening the self, also amplifies one's characteristics. It makes good people better and bad people worse."
"Another example is Dr. Connors' Lizard Serum, which, while enhancing strength and gaining the ability to regenerate limbs, also gave birth to a second evil personality full of desires for slaughter and destruction."
"And your father, after injecting some Super Serum, probably awakened a second negative personality, just like Dr. Connors."
"And unlike Dr. Connors' second personality, which is irritable and bloodthirsty, your father's second personality is clearly more insidious and knows how to hide itself."
"The fact that no one has noticed this, except for You, his own son, who sensed something was wrong, shows that your father's negative personality is probably even more dangerous than Dr. Connors' Lizardmen personality~"
Upon hearing this, the worry on Harry's face could no longer be concealed. He turned to Steve and pleaded:
"Please help me! Help my father! As long as You help our Osborn Family overcome this difficulty, I will agree to any condition You have. Whatever You want, I will agree. Please!"
Steve held up three fingers and shook them: "Young man, this isn't one request, it's three whole ones!
Help You, help your father Norman Osborn, and help the entire Osborn Family. Who do You think I am, an omnipotent Superman?"
Harry also realized that his demands were excessive and lowered his eyes in disappointment:
"But I really have no other choice. If even You, the greatest Super Hero in this World, have no solution, then the Osborn Family will truly be cut off in my hands, just as my father said…"
The greatest Super Hero in the World?
Steve felt quite pleased hearing this title, and an unconscious smile curved his lips.
"Why do You always speak such blunt truths, kid? I didn't say I couldn't help~"
Harry suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with a strong desire for life: "You… You have a way?"
Steve stopped teasing the Little Green Goblin, who was on the verge of tears, and nodded:
"Of course I do, but with these three conditions combined, the stakes will have to be raised!"
Harry immediately nodded: "No problem, as long as You can help me, any amount of money is fine!"
Forget about money, if he could live, what did it matter if he gave up all his money!
There's an old Eastern saying: 'As long as the green mountains remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood!'
But Steve shook his finger again:
"No, I think You misunderstood. The stakes I'm talking about aren't money. I'm not short of money. The Avengers Agency, backed by Rogers Industries and Stark Industries, is even less short of money."
"Money is just a string of numbers to me. I'm not interested in money. I need something else from You."
"Not money? What… what then?" Harry was a little lost. As a top wealthy young man, it was the first time he had heard someone say they weren't interested in his money.
However, thinking about it, whether it was Rogers Industries or the even larger Stark Industries, neither could be compared to the nearly bankrupt Osborn Industries, so he felt relieved.
But then Harry became even more frustrated: "Then what do You want? I seem to have nothing left but money…"
Are You listening to what people say?
If those workers who work overtime and stay up late for a meager monthly salary heard this, wouldn't they hang You, this damned capitalist, on a lamppost!
What, You said I'm a capitalist now too? Then never mind…
Steve stared at Harry, slowly saying: "I want your…"
Harry's eyes widened, looking at Steve in disbelief, and he gasped, covering his backside!
"…loyalty!"
Oh my, why does this person speak with such pauses!
Harry let out a long breath, patting his chest. He thought this Captain America was a beast in human skin, and that he was into him!
He had just been wondering whether to give in for his own life or to fight to the death for his chastity!
Unexpectedly, it was just a misunderstanding.
Steve, unaware that his dramatic pause had caused Harry's misunderstanding, continued:
"I can cure your genetic disease, I can help your father Norman Osborn return to normal, and I can even help stabilize Osborn Industries, which is on the verge of collapse, allowing You to directly control Osborn Industries, but…"
"The only condition is that from now on, You must completely obey me, and Osborn Industries will become a subsidiary of Rogers Industries!"
"Think about it carefully: life or death, face or substance. Choose one yourself."
"No problem!" Harry's hesitation for even a second would have been a disrespect to his own life. He nodded in agreement almost the instant Steve finished speaking.
Being alive was the premise of everything. If he died, Osborn Industries would still fall into someone else's hands.
It was better to exchange it for his and his father's lives!
Steve nodded in satisfaction and raised his teacup to Harry: "Good, You're a smart kid, I appreciate You! Happy cooperation!"
Harry also raised his teacup, though his hand was still trembling, unsure if it was from excitement or due to his illness.
"When can my genetic disease be cured? I feel like my body might not last much longer…"
Steve smiled confidently: "When? Today!"
The Osborn Family's genetic disease was, in essence, a genetic defect. Ordinary medical treatments were indeed not very effective, but his treatment method was anything but ordinary.
Not to mention the three products his experimental department was developing after extracting blood from Peter, Bucky, and Lizardmen: the Spider Serum, the Lesser Super Soldier Serum, and the Lizard Serum.
Even the few Symbiotes currently in the experimental department could completely cure Harry's genetic defects!
So, treating Harry was simply a matter of convenience for him, and he would also gain Osborn Industries for free. It was an absolute steal!
However, before Steve could take Harry to the experimental department, the door to the reception room was kicked open.
"Old man, look what this genius brought You as a gift! This time, it'll definitely knock your old teeth out!"
Tony, holding a briefcase that was primarily white with black lines as accents, walked in with a proud, peacock-like swagger, his posture as arrogant as could be!
Chapter 77 Tony's surprise, cheeky Steve
"Oh, damn it! Tony, if you barge in again without knocking next time, I swear I'll kick your damn big ass with my old shoes from last century!"
Steve was thoroughly annoyed with Tony today, especially after Tony had been showing off his capable Pepper recently.
However, Tony's thick skin wouldn't take Steve's words to heart, and a frivolous smile still hung on his lips:
"What? Are You afraid I'll walk in while You're doing Your business and scare You flaccid? Or are You afraid I'll see Your little pecker?"
"And is Your taste getting heavier now? Is a silver-haired female secretary no longer enough for You? Why is there also a thorny boy here? Please, You're not a priest, I really will call the police~"
"Do You understand monogamy?" Steve scoffed, giving Tony the international friendly gesture.
"And call the police? Then go ahead and call them. You should know that we handle matters in the Super Human World. If You call the police, I'll be the one to answer. When You go to make a statement, You'd better pray it's my body camera that's charged, not my taser!"
"Otherwise, if the shit doesn't get shocked out, even if You had a clean bowel movement today!"
"Whoa, whoa, You win, Officer Rogers, please don't make me eat the taser, okay? I don't want to lose control of my bladder and bowels~" Tony raised his hands in a French military salute.
As the two chatted and laughed, Tony approached Steve, unceremoniously transforming into a desktop cleaning master, sweeping Steve and Harry's teacups on the table into a nearby trash can, and placing the black and white briefcase he held with a thud on the table.
Harry, who had been ignored by Tony and even regarded as a little boy, and who had wanted to reach for a cup of tea to ease his awkwardness, immediately froze his hand in mid-air.
Harry:....
Alright, actually I'm not that thirsty.... (Harry's pitiful expression.jpg)
The sensible Harry withdrew his hand and gave Steve an awkward but polite smile:
"Ahem, Mr. Rogers, since You and Mr. Stark still have things to discuss, how about I come back tomorrow? I think I'll be fine with just one more day...."
"No, You stay seated. We're all family now, there's nothing to avoid. I'll take You to treat Your hereditary illness as soon as we're done."
Steve waved his hand, telling Harry, who was about to stand up, to sit back down.
Hearing Steve's completely unreserved tone, Harry's heart settled down, and he also felt a warmth inside.
It felt like a very long time since anyone had acknowledged him like this; this feeling was truly good.....
Tony, on the other hand, sized Harry up, feeling a bit surprised.
He never expected this seemingly ordinary kid to be considered 'family' by Steve!
He knew that although Steve constantly spoke of 'for the family' to the outside World, he was actually very strict about the threshold for 'family'.
Since its debut, the Avengers Agency saved New York and shocked the entire World, inevitably becoming the most watched focus in the Super Human World.
During this time, countless individuals who considered themselves 'Super Heroes' came to the Avengers Tower to apply, hoping to become a member of the Avengers.
But to this day, after Steve's personal selection, none of them had caught Steve's eye. They were all beaten up and thrown out like trash, let alone becoming new 'family'.
So this young man in front of him was one of the latest 'family' to join their Avengers, after Peter and Rhodes!
As for why none of them were deemed worthy, yet he was still 'one of', it was because Steve had 'seconded' several special talents from other fields to join them.
So Tony was very curious about what special quality this seemingly unremarkable kid possessed that Steve valued.
Tony observed Harry, while Steve observed the briefcase on the table, which somewhat resembled the MK5, and asked with some curiosity:
"So what is this thing?"
He didn't care about Tony's rude 'one-click desktop clear' behavior, after all, he himself wasn't much more polite to Tony, and neither of them regarded the other as an outsider. In fact, many times they didn't even regard each other as 'people'~
So it's perfectly reasonable for them to do anything that isn't human, isn't it~
Seeing Steve's attention shift to the box, Tony also moved his gaze from Harry, and couldn't help but puff out his chest again, proudly saying:
"Since You've sincerely asked, I shall mercifully tell You!"
"Didn't I promise to make You a custom Iron Man suit before? I saw You seemed to really like my MK5 portable briefcase armor.
So recently, I've been thinking about how to make a suit that has the thinness and portability of the MK5, but can also withstand Your unscientific monstrous strength."
"That's why Your custom armor has been delayed; it's precisely because I haven't overcome the difficult problem of making the armor both thin and durable!
After all, it's hard to achieve both with the materials currently available on Earth, unless there's still that special metal, Vibranium, like the one used to make Your shield, in the World.
Unfortunately.....that stuff was all used by my old man to build Your broken shield last century. Given how much You treasure that broken shield, I don't think You'd be willing to give it to me for armor production, and that small amount wouldn't be nearly enough~"
At this point, Tony's tone was a bit regretful.
The malleability and energy absorption of Vibranium—if he could use it to create Iron Man suits, he couldn't even imagine what level he could build them to!
Vibranium?
Upon hearing this, a flicker of thought crossed Steve's eyes.
He had been so busy with various matters after the establishment of the Avengers Tower that he almost forgot about Vibranium.
It seemed it was time to find a moment to throw someone into Wakanda, so he could bring people in to knock on the door and 'find someone', and the person who stumbled in had better be an important figure with some status.....
Before Steve could choose that unlucky soul, Tony, who had just regretted a bit, his mustache twitched triumphantly, and he continued:
"But don't worry, a genius like me ultimately succeeded in combining these two extremely difficult factors: thinness and durability!"
"And.....I've also implanted a special function into the armor that You'll never guess!"
"What special function?" Steve noted the Vibranium matter in his mind and returned to the current topic.
Armor, isn't it just those few functions? What else could be special? It's not like Tony has already developed nanotechnology!
Tony wore a mischievous grin: "Hehe, put Your hand on the table, and I'll show You!"
Although he didn't know what Tony was up to, Steve still obligingly placed his hand on the table.
Then Tony pulled out a gleaming dagger from somewhere, and with a vengeful smile, he slashed at Steve's arm resting on the table!
But Tony's smile quickly faded.
He fell silent, looking at the skin on Steve's arm, which only had a faint white mark.
This was his alloy dagger, capable of cutting through iron like mud!
After a long pause, he slowly said, "I originally thought only Your face was thick enough to be impervious to blades, but I guess I still underestimated You....."
Chapter 78 Anti-Venom Armor? Serum!
Steve hummed proudly:
"Hmph, that's right. As a man, you have to be thick everywhere. Your wallet has to be thick, your skin has to be thick, and even the skin on your body has to be thick. Otherwise, if you encounter a woman who can count down, you'll be miserable. She'll peel off a layer of your skin~"
Tony had a deadpan expression, disbelievingly saying, "A woman who can count down? And peel off a layer of skin? Hehe, are you sure you're not talking about a bomb about to explode?"
Steve shrugged, indicating that he didn't care if Tony believed him or not, and didn't explain further.
Not to mention, in the ancient East, there is indeed a group of terrifying women in a region whose map looks like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Even in the Marvel Universe, there is indeed an evil bald woman who likes to physically peel off people's skin at the slightest disagreement. Many Super Heroes have fallen victim to her!
For example, a certain Pyro, who looks just like him and has a similar temperament, has a lot to say about this~
Pyro: Damn it, she's only bullying me because I can't use the Thunder Half-Moon Slash, otherwise I'd split her bald head in half!
Putting the bald head matter aside for now, Tony didn't pay much attention to it. Since Steve couldn't cut, he simply cut his own arm directly.
Perhaps because the dagger had failed in Steve's hand just now, Tony applied a bit too much force. The cut on his arm was bone-deep, and blood gushed out.
Steve was startled by the sight and gave Tony a thumbs up: "You're awesome, nephew. You're so ruthless to yourself. Are you okay?"
Tony's mouth twitched, his face turned pale, and he forced a smile: "Ha, it's just a fatal injury. I'm fine. Watch closely, a miracle is about to appear!"
Tony pressed his injured hand onto the white and black briefcase. The briefcase seemed to come alive, extending white tendrils that wrapped around his arm until they covered Tony's wound, then stopped.
After only a few seconds, the white, liquid-like substance retracted back into the briefcase, and Tony's bone-deep wound was completely healed!
"Nanotechnology? No, is this a Symbiote?!" Steve was startled.
And a White Symbiote at that, could it be the Anti-Venom?
My goodness, where did Tony get this thing? No, it never appeared in the movie Universe, did it?!
"Snap!"
Tony snapped his fingers, very proudly:
"Congratulations, you got it right, but only half right. This isn't a complete Symbiote, but Symbiote 2.0, which I extracted from the Symbiote!"
Upon hearing this, Steve placed his hand on the briefcase, and under the coverage of his Biological Force Field, he indeed found something amiss.
Unlike the aggressive vitality of a normal Biological Force Field, this briefcase was as lifeless as a real box.
"Interesting, elaborate."
Tony didn't keep him in suspense and explained:
"Do you remember the Symbiote named 'Venom' that I borrowed from you before? I've been researching how to integrate its uniqueness into the armor, but Venom itself is very resistant to being integrated into metal, so I haven't been successful."
"And last month, you brought back three more Symbiotes. One was Riot from Drake, and the other two were offspring split from Deadpool's Chaos. Didn't you ask me to try and erase their self-awareness?"
"This gave me inspiration. That's right, what I value is the Symbiote's special abilities, not its consciousness. I don't need them to have self-awareness!"
"So, with the assistance of Dr. Helen Cho, whom you tied up and brought back, and two genius kids, I finally succeeded!"
"Except for Venom, whose self-awareness I couldn't erase for some reason, I successfully erased the self-awareness of Riot and the two offspring Symbiotes split from Deadpool, and successfully integrated them with the armor!"
Upon hearing this, Steve said admiringly, "You can do all this? You're truly the modern Kennedy, with such an open mind, absolutely amazing!"
"So this is the armor made for me using one of those Symbiotes?"
Tony nodded, then shook his head: "Congratulations, you only got half of that right again. This is a Symbiote armor, but it's not one of those three. It's a completely new Symbiote!"
"After erasing the other three Symbiotes, I wasn't content with just failing to erase Venom's consciousness, so I increased the electrical current on it. Although the final result was still unsuccessful, it wasn't entirely without Gains."
"Venom was shocked and split into a new mass of Symbiote, a mass without self-awareness. However, although this mass of Symbiote had no consciousness, it was also very weak, so I could only find a way to save it first."
"After injecting a large amount of phenylethylamine with no effect, I had a sudden thought that this little guy might not be hungry, but sick, so I fed it some White blood cells. The result? Boom!"
"It worked! This little guy was really cured, and its color became completely opposite to Venom's. Its main body turned White, and as soon as it appeared, it almost 'killed' its father, Venom, so I called it 'Anti-Venom'!"
"Later, through my experiments, I found that this little guy is very special. Not only does it possess all the abilities of a Symbiote, but it also has the terrifying 'healing' power that can kill other Symbiotes!
Or rather, it's not just Symbiotes; anything it considers a disease will be eliminated and cured by it, such as cancer cells or genetic mutations. In other words, it can theoretically turn superhumans back into humans!"
Watching Tony get more and more excited, Steve was now absolutely certain.
Damn it, isn't this Anti-Venom?
Tony actually managed to create it. Is Iron Man that amazing?
However, he then got a headache. This thing was good, but since it could 'cure' superhumans, wouldn't it erase his powers too?
Although his power came from the system's stat points, he didn't want to take that risk.
As if knowing Steve's concern, Tony waved his hand: "Don't worry, this little guy has no self-awareness and is fully controlled by the host. Whether or not to use that special healing ability is entirely up to You."
"And this is one of the reasons I made this special Symbiote into armor and gave it to You, because it's not only very special, but also very dangerous!"
"If it falls into the hands of someone with ill intentions, it would be a disaster for the superhuman world. Only in your hands can I be sure it won't fall into the wrong hands."
In my hands, you're sure it won't fall into the wrong hands?
I don't think so!
Steve grinned, placing his hand on the briefcase. This time, he didn't cover it with a Biological Force Field. White tendrils instantly wrapped around his arm and began to crawl all over his body!
However, after climbing up to his neck, Steve stopped them. He didn't have a habit of wearing a hood and preferred to show his handsome face.
Unless he was going to do something bad, ahem~
In an instant, the Anti-Venom armor was fully equipped. A cool suit with a White main body, black abdominal muscles, and a black right arm appeared on Steve.
Steve examined the suit on his body, feeling that something wasn't quite right. After a moment of thought, he had an idea.
Whoosh—
A White cape unfurled from the back of the suit, adding a touch of domineering aura to him. Now, the feeling was just right!!
Chapter 79 My God, You Really Look Like a Villain
"Tsk tsk, to be honest, I'm a bit regretful now that I gave you the Anti-Venom suit, because it's just too damn cool!"
Tony circled Steve, constantly scrutinizing him from head to toe, his eyes completely devoid of Steve's handsome face, only filled with admiration for his own creation.
Goodness, this is simply a work of art, truly worthy of a genius like me!
Steve stepped back, moving further away from Tony, who resembled a pervert, to prevent him from having any ill intentions towards his suit.
"Don't even think about it. You want to take back something that's already in my hands? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Besides, do you think anyone would look as cool as I do wearing it? With your short legs and flat figure, you'd look as ridiculous as Charlie Chaplin~"
"Cha..." Tony was speechless: "You by God's Captain, you really change your mind faster than flipping a book. I went to all the trouble of bringing you the suit immediately, and this is how you talk to your Santa Claus?!"
"Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? I'm very satisfied with this suit, I know your filial piety, I'll give you credit, alright~"
Steve stretched his limbs, very satisfied with the wearing comfort of the suit.
In fact, while called a suit, the Anti-Venom suit is more akin to an outfit.
Unlike Tony's other Iron Man suits, which have a full metal texture, this Anti-Venom suit was made from a combination of Symbiote and alloy materials.
Therefore, it can, like nanomaterials, be controlled by the wearer's thoughts to add or remove external components as desired, or to transform into various weapons.
Just like the cape that suddenly appeared earlier.
The material is also softer than ordinary suits, and it doesn't feel like wearing a layer of iron shell on the body, restricting movement.
This is great!
Tony heard Steve 'admit defeat' and continued to introduce:
"Aside from the Symbiote's special abilities, the Anti-Venom suit's functions are similar to ordinary suits, so I won't go into too much detail. As per usual, you can read the instruction manual Jarvisbrought."
"But one big difference is that even if your external reactor energy runs out, you can still use the Symbiote's inherent abilities within the suit. You don't have to worry about becoming an iron shell once the energy is depleted."
"Furthermore, after my experiments, I discovered that the Anti-Venom Symbiote, possibly due to mutations caused by white blood cells, does not fear the flames and ultrasonic attacks that other Symbiotes fear. It can be said to be completely immune to these two fatal weaknesses of Symbiotes."
"No self-awareness and no weaknesses—this is what I consider the most perfect form of Symbiote, the most perfect Biological Force Field!"
Steve listened to Tony's introduction while familiarizing himself with the suit's functions.
By the time Tony finished, within that short period, Steve's super brain had completely mastered all the Anti-Venom suit's abilities.
Strength increased by about twofold, which is considerable, making his normal strength exceed a thousand tons.
Defense, negligible. The Anti-Venom's defense is a weakness, at most similar in strength to his own skin, completely incomparable to the BUG-level defense of a Biological Force Field.
Speed, activating the suit's acceleration function, the speed can also double, reaching 12 Mach at full speed. However, Steve will most likely not frequently use the reactor's energy for acceleration, so it's also negligible. His usual 6 Mach flight speed with his Biological Force Field is already completely sufficient.
Next is the most important healing ability, which has increased by an unknown number of times. If he was stabbed before and it took ten minutes to recover naturally, now it doesn't even take a second.
If his limbs were severed before, he could only heal the wound to prevent it from worsening, but now, with a certain amount of time, his severed limbs can regrow.
If before, most toxins in the World had no effect on his physique, now all toxins have no effect on him.
Even if he walks into the center of a nuclear explosion, and his cells collapse, the Anti-Venom suit can completely heal him!
Although he doesn't think nuclear radiation would have much effect on his current physique~
In short, this wave transformed Steve, who was already invincible during this period, from 'Homelander' into a true 'All-Rounder'!
"Come on, let me try your most important healing ability first..."
Steve raised his palm, suddenly grasping the already stunned Harry's face behind him. Before Harrycould react, white liquid flowed from Steve's five fingers and entered Harry's seven orifices.
In less than ten seconds, Steve withdrew the serum and released Harry.
Harry slumped to the ground, feeling an unprecedented 'cleanliness' in his body. He slowly raised his no longer trembling hands, revealing a distorted expression of both crying and laughing:
"Ha, incredible, truly incredible. The hereditary disease that has plagued our Osborn Family for generations is just gone?
No, it's not just the hereditary disease, it seems like all the other minor ailments on my body are gone too. I feel as pure as a baby now, this is simply a miracle!"
Steve patted the excited Harry, bending slightly at the waist, looking exactly like the big villain who lures the protagonist. He whispered into Harry's ear:
"Don't be afraid, child. I told you you'd be fine, and you will be fine. You just need to completely trust me that everything will turn out for the better.
Now go back and tell your father this good news, then bring him to Avengers Tower. I'll have a good talk with him. After my 'guidance,' I believe he'll understand your excellence, and Osborn Industries will be yours from now on..."
"Last but not least, don't forget your promise~"
The healed Harry now fully believed Steve's words and immediately nodded:
"I understand, I will bring my father. He will definitely understand my good intentions!"
"I will never forget my promise to You. I and Osborn Industries will forever be loyal to You!"
Steve smiled slightly: "Good baby~"
"Felicia, please help me see our friend and family Harry out..."
Felicia nodded and led Harry out.
After Harry left, Tony stared at Steve with a strange expression, like looking at a creepy uncle:
"My God, has anyone ever told you that from a bystander's perspective, you sometimes really resemble the ultimate supervillain in movies who disguises himself as a good person?"
"That kid just now was the heir to the Osborn Family, right? And you just swallowed up Osborn Industries with a few words?"
Steve turned his head slightly, revealing a sunny profile: "Of course not, because this face of mine represents justice. No one understands justice better than I do~"
"And that's not called annexation; that's Harry's voluntary dedication as a way to repay my kindness~"
"Alright, you've left me speechless~" Tony shrugged, truly unable to refute that point.
Steve's face represents Captain America. If his justice were denied, wouldn't that be equivalent to denying the justice that the entire U.S. prides itself on?
Chapter 80: Captain with Honey on His Mouth
Although Tony, as an arms dealer, was well aware that the 'justice' in politicians' mouths never existed, the U.S. had always claimed to be the representative of justice simply because it had a bigger fist.
Tony shook his head, no longer thinking about these troublesome matters. Now that his purpose for this visit had been achieved, he wouldn't stay long:
"Alright, I came here to deliver the battle suit that has been delayed for a long time. Now that the gift has been delivered, I'm leaving. I haven't finished making the other Symbiote battle suits yet."
"Oh, right, you mentioned strengthening Barnes last time. I'm already making the Riot Bio-Battle Suit. Once it's finished, it will definitely be an epic enhancement for Barnes!"
Steve patted Tony's shoulder and said sincerely, "Thanks, Tony. When it comes to filial piety, you are definitely number one!"
Tony slapped Steve's hand away and rolled his eyes:
"I really TM thank You! You really should brush your teeth and learn how to make your mouth less smelly!"
Steve said indifferently, "Haha, if my mouth wasn't smelly, we wouldn't be able to hang out together because we're birds of a feather, would we?"
"Let's go, I'll see You out."
The two came out of the reception room. Tony's gaze fell on the sculptures on both sides of the corridor, and he asked with some confusion:
"By the way, what's with these life-sized sculptures of us on both sides of your corridor? You, who don't even understand famous paintings and luxury cars, actually have this artistic cell?"
Steve replied casually, "Artistic cell? No, these are just some means to make money. When our influence grows, these things will be very useful. We can make some linked comics and merchandise to sell, which will make money faster than selling weapons~"
Tony looked surprised: "My God, I never realized you had such a business mind before. You're not planning to start a company just to sell these trinkets, are you?"
"Don't mention it, I really do have that plan. How about calling it 'Marvel'?"
"Marvel? Why does it sound a bit familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before, a bit like DC, the one that sells comics....."
"Similar, but we're the real-life version~"
The two chatted for a few minutes, and then Tony left.
With his new battle suit, Steve, in a good mood, returned to his office and spent a few minutes dealing with the piled-up documents.
"I can't keep doing this. It seems I need to find a capable acting CEO like Pepper to handle these matters..."
Felicia the Black Cat definitely wouldn't work; he didn't trust that master thief much.
Sharon wasn't quite suitable either; she already had two jobs, keeping an eye on him for Nick Furywhile also keeping an eye on Nick Fury for him. As a double Agent, she simply couldn't spare the time.
Steve had a bit of a headache. In the Marvel Universe, he knew many powerful female Super Heroes, but there didn't seem to be many strong businesswomen.
As for why he didn't choose a male, Steve stated that he didn't want another man sitting in his office, using his secretary~
Besides, beautiful women can not only work but also be pleasing to the eye. What can men do?
"Forget it, I'll let fate decide. If not, I'll find one from the job market~"
"Now, let me first think about the Vibranium in Wakanda. Which lucky person should I choose as my 'Han Dynasty envoy'..."
The person's identity must be important, and they must have a certain relationship with him, so that he has a reason to make trouble for Wakanda.
Tony? No, this is his precious nephew. He just gave him a big gift, and then he's going to throw him into a group of gangsters. Isn't that just purely screwing over his nephew?!
Pierce? Not quite either. This guy is still useful for now. If he really dies under the high-tech spears of those gangsters, the HYDRA heads who dislike him will probably take the opportunity to cause trouble.
Although he is no longer afraid of HYDRA now, he still plans to continue to fleece HYDRA!
Who else then...
Just as Steve was thinking, a knock on the door came, and Felicia gracefully walked in.
"Boss, Spider-Man at the front desk sent a message. Someone claiming to be your 'Boss' is here to see you. Spider-Man asked if they should beat the person up and throw them out?"
My Boss? Am I not the biggest Boss of the company?
And is the Symbiote in Little Spider's body not cleaned up, why is he so irritable?
Little Spider: Isn't this what I learned from You, Boss? Have You forgotten the glorious deed last month when You interviewed a hedgehog-like person who looked arrogant, obeyed no one, and kept saying 'do you', and You forcibly pressed the spines back into his body and threw him out with a bloody face?
Steve:....
"Felicia, let Little Spider let the person in. I want to see who dares to call themselves my Boss. I hope when he goes downstairs later, besides taking the stairs and the elevator, he'll have a third way to go downstairs!"
Going downstairs besides taking the stairs and the elevator? Isn't that.....
Felicia gasped, and cautiously retreated, fearing that she would be thrown downstairs by her Boss in the third way.
After a short wait, the knocking sound rang again, and Felicia walked in with Steve's 'Boss'.
Upon seeing the person behind Felicia, Steve frowned and said to her with some dissatisfaction:
"Felicia, what's wrong with You? Didn't I say that our Avengers Agency is a legitimate and righteous organization and does not engage in human trafficking? Hurry up and give this disabled person, whose organs have been sold, some money so he can buy his favorite watermelon and fried chicken!"
Felicia:...
Nick Fury:...
Nick Fury's face turned from black to reddish with anger. He strode to Steve's desk and slammed his hands on it:
"Captain Rogers, don't forget your identity. You are a representative figure of the U.S., and an Agentunder me. I can fully accuse You of insulting a superior and racial discrimination!"
Steve, acting as if he had just recognized Nick Fury, said leisurely:
"Oh, it's Director Fury. My apologies, Officer, I didn't recognize You just now~
I thought it was some cotton picker who had been trafficked. After all, from a distance, all of You black people's facial features look the same except for your eyes. It's hard to distinguish, isn't it? Especially since You only have one eye~"
A vein popped on Nick Fury's forehead, and he roared, "Bullshit! That's blatant discrimination!!!"
Steve shrugged: "If You insist on saying that, I can't do anything about it. But do You know what? I actually have no discrimination against You, because in my eyes, You are no different from a pillow~"
Nick Fury's anger subsided slightly, and he frowned: "Pillow? Are You saying You'll just dismiss everything I say?"
Steve slowly shook his head: "No, I mean, You and a pillow are both made of cotton~"
Nick Fury:!!!
"Motherfucker! You damn Brooklyn redneck, I should call the police and have You arrested!"
Steve crossed his arms, unfazed:
"Then go ahead and report it. But I hope You won't get your magazine emptied by the New York Police for reaching into your pocket for evidence~"