"Cooperation isn't impossible." Curt Connors was no longer as guarded as he had been at first. "But I have to say, for a place like Hell's Kitchen, I believe your laboratory is already quite advanced.
"But compared to Oscorp's highest-grade laboratories, there's still quite a gap. More importantly, the specialized equipment my research assistants and I made ourselves can't be bought anywhere else."
The implication was that he should not even think about keeping him here to work. He needed to return to his own territory. Was he worried about being detained?
Black Super had no intention of doing that, of course. Even he himself could not stay here around the clock and accompany Curt Connors in his research. He had another proper life to live.
So Black Super said bluntly, "I have no intention of restricting anyone's freedom. Professor Connors can leave whenever he wishes. This isn't imprisonment or coercion. I merely want to help."
Although his inner thoughts had been exposed, the old professor did not seem embarrassed. Instead, he said even more seriously, "Since you learned of my work through reports, you should also know my circumstances.
"Oscorp is my primary sponsor and partner. Without its consent, all research results must be treated as corporate secrets and kept confidential."
Black Super promised without hesitation, "I have no intention of using any research results for commercial purposes, much less revealing them to a third party. Even if you publish a paper, you don't need to include my name."
"Even so, this sort of private cooperation violates the rules. If it is exposed, your identity being unknown may be manageable, but Oscorp will definitely sue me until I am bankrupt."
Black Super was not surprised by that in the slightest. Even before this conversation, he had prepared himself for