"This... Dad, you're Superman."
Harry was somewhat worried about Norman's mental state, yet also a little excited.
If his dad was Superman, then wasn't he Superman's son?
As a little Superman, how should he interact with his classmates?
"Superman? No, I'm not."
"Harry, do you see? This is the power boss bestowed upon me."
"The boss we serve is a legendary god."
Norman's mental state was somewhat frenzied due to excessive excitement at this moment.
His overly exaggerated facial expressions made Harry a little afraid.
"There's something I haven't told you. Actually, our family has always had a certain hereditary disease. My father died not long after I was born, and I originally didn't have much time left in this world."
"I was always obsessed with researching human enhancement serums, wanting to restore my health, but I failed."
"At this time, Aaron came."
"He is a god. With a wave of his hand, he solved a problem that had plagued our family for hundreds, even thousands of years."
"You and I have both regained our health. And we possess infinite possibilities."
Norman picked up a towel to wipe away the blood, the wound on his fist having already healed.
"Super strength, super recovery, super control."
"And powerful dynamic vision."
Norman carefully sensed his completely different body. It was unfamiliar, yet more powerful than ever before.
Even if he had perfected his original human enhancement serum, based on the experimental simulation results, it would never have made him as powerful as he was now.
This recovery ability...
He could probably even recover quickly from organ damage.
Norman took a blood sample to perform a comprehensive check-up on his body.
At the same time, he instructed Harry, "Harry, you must remember, from now on, our Osborn family only needs to serve one person, and that is Aaron."
"If there are others, they must be his women."
"As for everyone else..."
Norman just smiled contemptuously.
Harry was greatly shocked.
Bad news: He wasn't the son of a superman.
Good news: His father's object of loyalty was the God Among Men.
He also had the potential to become a superman.
Harry silently processed the news Norman told him.
Confused, he reached out, feeling the sensation from that brief moment.
Something seemed to have been added to his body too?
Harry walked over to the severely deformed barbell.
He bent down and tried. It was heavy, but he still lifted it.
"I can lift a two-hundred-kilogram barbell?" Harry was surprised.
Although it was a bit strenuous, he was sure that he was definitely not a strongman before.
Norman laughed. "It seems Boss incidentally strengthened your body a little. Even if you are far from as powerful as I am now, you have surpassed mortals."
"Harry, Boss values you greatly. I hope you can serve Boss well, just like me. This is the supreme glory of our Osborn family."
"This will completely change the family's destiny, and change our personal destinies."
Harry was a little lost in thought.
He thought of Aaron's overly young face.
As soon as he thought that he was a god and he was a mortal, all previous resentments vanished.
Actually, calling him uncle wasn't so bad.
He walked a few steps to the side. When he saw the results of Norman's physical test on the computer, his mind was greatly shaken.
"Dad, I need to apologize to him and thank uncle properly." Harry looked up, smiling as he spoke.
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Inside an apartment in Manhattan.
After receiving Barbara's message, Fury rushed over from the branch without a moment's delay. However, by the time he arrived at the apartment, the door was already locked.
He knocked on the door, but there was no one.
As an agent, Fury naturally couldn't just wait outside obediently.
This was a safe house that S.H.I.E.L.D. had deliberately rented long-term in secret.
He also had a key.
However, when Fury took out his key and inserted it...
"The lock has been changed?"
"What is Barbara doing?"
Fury's face was dark as he examined the door.
The door had been changed too. It had been replaced with a very strong alloy.
Next to the door, he found a note.
"Out shopping, be back soon."
"Shopping?"
Fury was shocked.
He had rushed over in a Quinjet as soon as he got the call, wasn't it to get first-hand intel?
Barbara had been very mysterious on the phone, and he had thought there was some important information. But after calling him, she immediately went shopping.
Fury was a little displeased. Barbara's actions were somewhat out of line.
He waited patiently for more than ten minutes.
Finally, Barbara walked out of the stairwell, carrying a large pile of things in both hands, looking cheerful.
"Hey, you're here."
Barbara seemed completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, cheerfully greeting him.
"Just in time, help me carry these things."
Fury took them with a dark expression, glancing at them from the corner of his eye, his face growing even darker.
"When you come in later, put on shoe covers, don't get the floor dirty. I just cleaned it."
The clean floor would be very useful later.
Barbara thought to herself, then changed into a pair of clean slippers.
Fury glanced at another pair of men's large-sized slippers neatly placed to the side, his expression growing even more unpleasant.
A moment later, with a solemn expression, he was led by Barbara to sit on the guest-exclusive sofa.
Barbara, meanwhile, sat on a newly laundered, ultra-luxurious soft large sofa.
Fury compared the two with his eyes, and his anger surged.
I, the Director, am sitting on a second-hand broken sofa, while you are sitting on a brand new clean sofa. Do you still have any respect for me as the Director?
Fury took a deep breath, looking at the two glasses of plain water Barbara brought, his eyebrows twitching.
"I don't drink plain water."
"Uh... Director, this isn't your water."
"!!!!"
"Where's mine?"
Barbara apologized, "I'm sorry, I know you don't drink plain water, but I don't have any other drinks here."
"Motherf*cker!"
Even if Fury was stupid, he would feel that something was wrong.
"Barbara, you..."
"Let me make a call, Aaron will be here soon."
Barbara took out her pink phone and busied herself.
Fury's anger immediately cooled down, and the words in his throat were forcibly swallowed.
He sat up straight, his ears perked up.
"Hello, dear, when will you be here? Mm-hmm, yes, I'm home already. Three minutes? Okay, I'll change your water later."
Hearing this, all of Fury's anger vanished.
This way of speaking...
He couldn't help but be delighted. "It worked?"
"It worked."
Barbara put away her phone and nodded.
"How much information do you have about him?" Fury asked excitedly.
Barbara thought back.
Length, strength, temperature, preferred positions, sound, diameter...
She subconsciously nodded. "A lot."
"As expected of Mockingbird."
Fury was overjoyed. "Tell me quickly."
Barbara glanced at the time, thought for a moment, "He can vibrate, he can adjust temperature, he's extremely flexible..."
Fury secretly took notes, but felt something was off.
These abilities...
He certainly didn't know about them, but why did they all feel irregular?