After wrapping up their inspection of Connors's laboratory, the Osborn father and son returned to the chairman's office. Though Harry Osborn handled the company's external operations, he was not entirely uninvolved in its internal management, including certain secret projects.
"Father, why weren't you planning to include Professor Curt Connors in the Enhancement Serum improvement program? He's also an expert in biochemistry. He should be able to help, shouldn't he?"
"Connors has his own use. Improving the Enhancement Serum doesn't require someone like him. Besides, all I need those people to do is replicate that special substance and improve the Original Serum's effects on the mind."
"Even if the serum's effects are weakened?"
"Even if its effects are weakened, it will still make you stronger than ordinary people."
Harry Osborn neither agreed nor disagreed, merely shrugging. "As long as it doesn't have the mental side effects you mentioned, I don't mind using the Enhancement Serum. I just thought you'd be more interested in selling it to the military and having them form an army of super soldiers."
A sinister expression crossed Norman Osborn's face, startling Harry. However, as his son, Harry knew that expression was not directed at him.
Old Osborn said, "That's the mindset of a businessman, and there is nothing wrong with it. That was what I originally thought as well. But Doctor Octopus kidnapped me once, and you were harmed by Werewolves.
"If we want to enjoy the good life that this immense wealth brings, we first have to stay alive. Having bodyguards around us with the physique of super soldiers is no match for possessing that power ourselves.
"If super soldiers become commonplace, then even if we have the same physique, we'll simply be back where we started, with no advantage whatsoever. Besides, this is no longer