"Carefully experience the new power I've bestowed upon you. In the future, if such an incident happens again, at least you won't have to worry about being utterly helpless." Aaron sat back down in his chair.
Axolotl-level super regeneration, ant-level super strength (lifting 40t, dragging 100t), dynamic vision, super sensitivity, super endurance.
These abilities combined in Norman were enough to create a super-powered individual far stronger than the green goblin.
Moreover, there were no side effects, and combined with Norman's intelligence, the power he could unleash was even more powerful.
Ordinary firearms simply couldn't inflict a fatal wound on him. Even a bullet to the brain could be recovered from, though there was a certain chance of memory loss or similar issues. After all, it was only axolotl-level healing, one couldn't ask for too much.
Harry pouted, calling it a trick.
Norman, however, had a look of pleasant surprise on his face.
Super Soldier Serum!
This was a military-grade human enhancement serum that he had once researched.
Aaron could turn an ordinary person into a super-soldier just by gently stroking their head.
This boss... he loved him.
"Don't worry, boss, as long as I live, I will manage Osborn Industries well for you."
Faced with such a grand gift, anything more he said would be pale and powerless. Norman knew he had to prove his capabilities through action.
"Harry, hurry up and thank your uncle Aaron." Norman said with a stern face.
Harry reluctantly followed suit, thanking him.
Aaron waved his hand.
Norman immediately pulled Harry out.
Hearing the door close, Aaron, who was deep in thought with his eyes closed, tapped his fingers on the solid wood table.
'Hmm, it's time to enhance the strength of my women too.' Aaron thought to himself.
He currently possessed many abilities. Combined with methods like the All-Seeing Eye, Super Hearing, and Spider-Sense, even if his women encountered danger, he could sense it and arrive immediately. But it's better to be safe than sorry.
If they had their own abilities, their safety would be even higher.
If they were to travel to other universes or special spaces in the future, he wouldn't have to worry too much about their self-preservation.
Aaron sent text messages to notify each of his women.
Then he called Barbara.
"My dear, I miss you..."
"Stop being coy. Contact the egghead. I need to have a good talk with him."
"Egghead?"
Barbara was stunned for a moment, then realized what Aaron was referring to and immediately agreed.
"So, my dear, the location will be... here at my place?"
Barbara licked her lips, she missed Aaron's milky ice cream.
Aaron nodded. "You arrange it."
"Okay."
Barbara joyfully hung up the phone, scanned her surroundings, and felt something was missing.
Oh, right, she didn't have enough stockings.
She used them very frequently, tearing several pairs each time, mainly because the quality of that brand of stockings wasn't good.
But Barbara liked that kind.
She went shopping with anticipation, remembering to contact Fury along the way.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The door to Aaron's office was knocked again.
"Enter."
Curt came in with a document, looking a bit awkward.
"Boss, I have an invitation letter from Empire State University. They hope to organize some students to visit Osborn Industries."
Curt placed the invitation letter and a list on the table.
"Empire State University?"
"They have a deeper cooperative research relationship with Osborn Industries, and Dr. Otto also worked at that university before."
Aaron thought of having Felicia arrange it.
It was just a visit, not a big deal. He didn't want to bother with such matters.
His peripheral vision swept over the document below, and when he saw the name at the top, his eyes lit up slightly.
"Gwen Stacy?"
"She's also at Empire State University."
Aaron became interested. "Since they are partners, you and Otto will be personally responsible. Let them experience the scientific research atmosphere of Osborn Industries. Perhaps in the future, they can provide us with more scientific research talents."
Curt was overjoyed upon hearing this and nodded. "Okay, boss, I'll contact them right away."
Aaron pulled out Gwen's photo from the document. He carefully looked at Gwen's resume and nodded with satisfaction.
Excellent, she's an all-around secretarial talent.
I, Aaron, love talent.
Considering Felicia's recent overwork, the kind-hearted Aaron thought of finding a few more secretaries to help Felicia relieve the pressure.
In terms of ability, how many women could be as capable as Gwen?
She was both beautiful and capable, not like those mere pretty faces.
With the intention of finding hidden gems, Aaron looked at the remaining documents. Unfortunately, there were no expected gains.
Thinking about it, it made sense.
The world doesn't lack beautiful women, but it does lack women who are beautiful, capable, and have unique strengths.
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After Norman and Harry exited, they did not leave the corporation but instead headed to a highly secure and important research floor.
Harry, bewildered, followed Norman, who was momentarily too excited for words, downstairs.
"Father? Where are we going?"
"Don't talk, just follow me."
Norman suppressed his excitement and led Harry to a secret chamber made of reinforced alloy.
This secret chamber was temporarily modified according to Aaron's requirements to be used for biological experiments. It hadn't been put into use yet. But it already contained many things like sandbags, barbells, and steel plates.
Norman had originally wondered what kind of biological experiment would require such a blast-proof secret chamber.
Now, looking back, the boss was truly far-sighted.
As a subordinate, Norman felt ashamed of the doubts he had harbored.
A boss is a boss, how could he be speculated about?
"Father, what are we doing here?" Harry asked.
"Are you wondering why I am so respectful to boss?" Instead of answering, Norman asked.
"I'm not." Harry vehemently denied.
Norman shook his head.
How could he not know what his son was thinking?
To be fair, anyone who saw his demeanor towards Aaron would find it absurd, even looking down on him, thinking he was overly obsequious.
Heh, others laugh at his madness, but he laughs at their inability to see through.
A boss like Aaron is impossible to find.
"Harry, look at me."
Harry looked over in confusion, his eyes widening.
Norman tore open his suit, revealing perfectly sculpted muscles.
Harry's eyes widened. He knew that Norman had completely said goodbye to muscles after marriage. In recent years, he had become increasingly thin, looking somewhat sickly.
Just as Harry was thinking, he saw Norman bend down and lift a barbell marked with a weight of two hundred kilograms with one hand.
That wasn't all.
Norman smirked, then released three fingers, leaving only his thumb and index finger, yet it had no effect.
"Dad, today isn't April Fool's Day."
Harry rubbed his eyes, walked forward, and was about to test its authenticity.
Undoubtedly, this thing was a paper barbell and it looked quite realistic.
However, the excited Norman, to Harry's astonishment, swung the heavy barbell effortlessly with just two fingers.
The whooshing sound of it cutting through the air shattered all illusions in Harry's mind.
He secretly swallowed his saliva.
This thing... was it real?
Norman swung with vigor. The two-hundred-kilogram barbell was child's play to him, he felt nothing when lifting it.
He threw the barbell dozens of meters away, came to a steel plate several centimeters thick, and punched it.
Boom!
With tens of tons of force amplified by his entire body's muscles, one punch caused the steel plate to dent, leaving a very clear fist print.
The screws holding the steel plate in place bent, flying off and heavily hitting the alloy wall.
Due to the overloaded strength, Norman's knuckle cracked from the immense force. Blood stained his fist, even splattering onto Norman's face, but he didn't care. He even disregarded the intense pain transmitted by his nerves.
He laughed. The sudden surge of strength caused dopamine to constantly secrete pleasure. He ignored all pain, currently resembling a demon.