Vought Orthodoxy in Marvel

After enjoying a delicate breakfast, Alvin grabbed his Bolter and headed out.

Riding the elevator directly to the underground garage, he opened the door to rows of the world's top luxury cars. He pondered for a few seconds, deciding to keep a low profile today.

"Hmm, I'll take this one. It looks relatively low-key."

The silver and black Lamborghini was, at least in Tony's garage, considered quite understated.

With the roar of the engine, the garage gate opened.

"Esteemed Mr. Valshus, regarding the charity gala scheduled for tonight, do you require attendance?"

At this moment, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s unique and magnetic voice came from the car's system.

"Charity gala?"

Alvin was a bit surprised and asked, "What does that have to do with me?"

"Mr. Obadiah invited you," J.A.R.V.I.S. said slowly. "Moreover, with your current cash assets and stock holdings, you are already among the wealthiest. My recommendation is that you attend, as it will help you integrate into the USA."

Oh, right, I almost forgot!

Alvin suddenly realized. His accounts showed one hundred million US dollars, and he was a shareholder of Stark Industries.

Sigh, the lives of the rich are so boring.

Besides a mere hundred million US dollars, he had nothing.

"Alright, reply to Mr. Obadiah for me. I will attend the charity gala."

Alvin's lips curved slightly upwards. He also wanted to meet this man who had once co-founded Stark Industries with Howard.

Vroom~ Vroom~ Roar!

The Lamborghini's engine immediately let out a deep growl.

Before long, Alvin drove the Lamborghini and parked it under Osborn Biopharmaceutical Group.

"Hello, excuse me, are you Mr. Valshus?"

The attendant at the door stepped forward and asked respectfully.

"I am."

Alvin stepped out of the car and handed the key to the attendant.

Then, led by the secretary who had been waiting, he took the elevator directly to the top floor.

Norman Osborn was sitting on the sofa. Seeing the secretary lead someone in, he put down the book in his hand. A hint of scrutiny was mixed in his gaze as he looked at Alvin.

Similarly, Alvin was observing this famous Green Goblin, Norman Osborn.

Norman Osborn, now nearly fifty, showed the traces of aging on his face.

His meticulously styled hair was streaked with white, but his crisp suit and calm demeanor still conveyed the aura of someone who had struggled and fought his way through the USA's capitalistic landscape to seize ultimate power.

"I've heard of you, Alvin Valshus."

Norman Osborn sat on the sofa, withdrawing his scrutinizing gaze, but still made no move to stand.

If Stark had come, he would have welcomed him warmly.

But unfortunately, Alvin Valshus's standing was clearly not enough for him to take seriously.

"Hello, Mr. Osborn."

Alvin adjusted his collar, indifferent to the other's attitude, and calmly sat opposite him.

After the secretary served two cups of hot tea, she discreetly withdrew, closing the door behind her.

"On Stark's account, I can give you five minutes."

Norman Osborn glanced at his watch, tapping his index finger on the table, his tone still indifferent.

Alvin didn't waste time with pleasantries. He chuckled lightly, "I heard you recently took on a military contract?"

Thump~

Norman's finger stopped tapping. His eyelids lifted slightly, a hint of coldness flowing within. "This matter is highly classified. How did you know?"

In reality, the military contract wasn't exactly top secret.

But the problem was that the content of this Osborn Group contract was not as simple as it appeared on the surface; it involved human experimentation.

The order was issued by the US Air Force General, General Everett Ross.

General Everett Ross was the father-in-law of the Hulk, Banner, and the one who developed the Hulk serum.

"What do you think?"

Alvin feigned mystery, leaning back casually on the sofa. This time, it was his turn to have the upper hand.

"Stark?"

Indeed, after seeing his confident demeanor, Norman immediately thought of Tony Stark.

After all, the person most likely to have the ability to know about this was Tony Stark.

"What, Stark's not busy researching his weapons and is planning to enter the biological industry?" Norman sneered, finally looking at the teenager before him.

In his estimation, Alvin must have received instructions from Stark, which was why he'd come to take a piece of the pie.

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood, Mr. Osborn."

Alvin held up a finger, shaking it slightly. "Stark isn't planning to get involved in the biological industry. This time, it's mainly me who wants to cooperate with you."

"You?"

Norman frowned, instantly losing interest. He said listlessly, "Kid, I don't have time to play with you. Since it's not Stark's plan, you should just go back."

"Don't be so hasty, Mr. Osborn."

Alvin chuckled, resembling a cunning fox, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I know you're currently facing difficulties. The human enhancement serum hasn't been successful, right?"

This time, Norman couldn't remain calm. His pupils contracted sharply, and he looked at Alvin in shock. "How did you know about this?!"

He knew that even General Ross didn't know about the bottleneck in the human enhancement serum research!

No matter how capable Stark was, he absolutely couldn't know about this. Where did this kid get his intelligence from?

In an instant, Norman's expression flickered with uncertainty. He considered many possibilities, but without exception, they all pointed to a "traitor" among the researchers!

"Where I learned about this isn't important, Mr. Osborn." Alvin savored the panic, suspicion, and shock on Norman's face. Then, he waited for the other man to calm down before slowly saying, "What's important is that I can help you overcome this difficulty, can't I?"

"You? How can you help me?"

Although Alvin had exposed the current research difficulties Norman was facing, he still couldn't believe it.

Facing Norman's questioning gaze, Alvin simply smiled without speaking, spreading his fingers and lifting them slightly. "Like this."

Suddenly, the liquid in the teacup on the table seemed to be pulled by some force, flying into mid-air.

Then, under Norman's shocked gaze, the liquid moved freely, transforming into various shapes before falling back into the teacup.

"How did you do that?!"

Even though Norman had weathered countless storms, he was still stunned speechless by this display.

At this moment, Alvin seemed to reveal his fangs. He slowly took out a bottle of azure liquid from his pocket and gently placed it on the table. "As you can see, Mr. Osborn, I've come with sincerity. This potion is called 'Compound V,' and it can stimulate the human body's potential, granting what people call superpowers!"

Norman had to admit that no matter how much he had experienced, his heart couldn't help but race when he saw the bottle of "Compound V."

He was absolutely certain that the ability Alvin had just displayed was definitely not an illusion!

A drug that could stimulate superpowers, if it could truly be realized, then at that time... The passion Norman hadn't felt in a long time seemed to boil at this moment!

"What do you want?"

Norman took a deep breath, his face showing unprecedented solemnity.

"Very simple."

Alvin snapped his fingers and smiled. "I provide the samples, you handle the research, and we share the results. How about it?"

"Yes, no problem."

Norman agreed without hesitation, but then added, "However, the research on 'Compound V' cannot be conducted under Osborn's name. We need to avoid the military's attention."

His concerns were not unfounded. After all, the US military was notorious for "plucking the peaches halfway."

If the military were to discover "Compound V," Osborn wouldn't benefit at all and might even be "silenced"!

"You can establish a company yourself." Norman, a true capitalist tycoon, quickly thought of a solution. "With Stark and Osborn backing it, there won't be any resistance in the early stages. Of course, if you can bring Stark in, it can also avoid many unnecessary risks."

This way, it would greatly minimize the risk of early discovery by the military.

"That's a good idea."

Alvin pondered for a moment, then grinned. "Then... let's call it Vought International."