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"Shocking: Explosions struck multiple areas of New York City, causing heavy casualties! The Osborn Group suffered devastating losses!"

"Osborn family mansion hit by a Terrorist Attack!"

"Multiple Osborn Group properties exploded!"

"Gang members return to Hell's Kitchen? What exactly happened to Norman Osborn?"

Harry had already thought of tomorrow's newspaper headlines.

The Osborn house had been blown to pieces. Fortunately, Harry reacted quickly and piloted the Green Goblin glider away from the collapsing area.

He had only provoked Alexandra to make her take the initiative and lure the snake from its hole, but she had gone straight for a Terrorist Attack!

Had that bitch gone insane from eating bullets? No, it looked like she really had taken drugs.

But now she had handed Harry all the leverage he needed. If she used extreme methods, he could use even more extreme ones.

Fortunately, he was not one to hold back either. At the same time, every electronic device and storage facility in the Midtown financial district and Rand Corporation—a company controlled by the Hand and Harmony Society—had erupted in explosions. However, Leining had copied all the information and was merely waiting to store it on a server.

"Heli? The hospital was attacked too? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine... Harry, but I think you need to get here quickly. Some strange people are approaching..."

At those words, the Green Goblin glider reached maximum power. A piercing shriek tore through the air as Harry raced toward the hospital.

This place had also suffered an explosive attack. Harry spotted what appeared to be a group of masked men in suits approaching the ruins!

Conners and Norman seemed to be trapped beneath the rubble, while Heli stood in front of them. The Green Goblin glider circled before her, preventing the masked men from getting closer.

Harry narrowed his eyes. Blades extended from both ends of the glider—

Splat!

The Green Goblin glider was incredibly fast. Those ninjas might have been trained, but they could not evade a flying object moving close to the speed of sound!

Dealing with those fodder enemies took no effort at all. Harry quickly arrived at Heli's side.

"You were brave. Thank you."

"Thank you? I thought we didn't need to say thank you to each other?"

"All right, then let me put it another way. I love you. I love you to death."

As he spoke, Harry moved aside the rocks pinning Conners and Norman down.

"Looks like the Mechanical Arm does have some benefits."

Conners shook his Prosthetic Limb. Although the thing was broken beyond use now, he only needed to replace it.

If it had been his original arm, Conners would have been lying down right now too.

"Harry, your father isn't badly injured, but he needs medical equipment as soon as possible. Otherwise, his condition will deteriorate faster."

"All right, Doctor. I need to take my father to the hospital two kilometers away. Heli, get on. Doctor, you use that glider."

After being modified, the glider was much larger. It was not particularly comfortable, but it could still carry one person.

"Is this thing safe? It looks hard to control." Conners sounded frightened.

The thing did not look very safe. Harry had caused a sonic boom when he came over just now!

But Conners's worries were completely unnecessary. This version of the Green Goblin glider was already very suitable for ordinary people—as long as they did not fly too fast.

"Relax. It has simple leg-bracing armor installed. You only need to keep your balance. It isn't that hard to control at low speeds."

With that, Harry flew toward the hospital.

Conners swallowed and shakily stepped onto the glider.

"Hmm... it really is quite comfortable. It seems even easier to use than a self-balancing scooter." Conners relaxed.

The improved Green Goblin glider was absurdly stable. He thought that he should ask Harry to get him one later.

After settling Norman and the others in, Harry entered the hospital room alone.

The green stratum corneum on Norman's body had already spread. The situation was dangerous.

Harry took out the [Active Enhancer]. Without hesitating, he immediately injected Norman.

Heli and Conners happened to see this as they entered.

Harry said nothing. With each heartbeat, the Active Enhancer gradually spread to every corner of Norman's body, and the green keratin visibly receded!

"Harry, what was that... This? This is impossible! I mean, how did you do that...?"

What he was witnessing was far too shocking for Conners! Since Norman fell ill, Harry had only gone home once, and he had already come up with a treatment?

As his symptoms eased, Norman opened his eyes as well.

"Father, how do you feel?"

"Much better. I feel like my body is burning. Have I recovered?"

Norman sat upright and shook his arms, feeling much younger.

That was normal. The receding symptoms showed that increased cellular activity was effective at suppressing the onset of the disease.

However, Harry shook his head at Norman's question.

"This injection can only be used once. It enhances cellular vitality to resist the worsening symptoms. Doctor Conners, please give my father another examination."

"Of course." Conners nodded repeatedly. He was also extremely curious about the changes happening in Norman's body.

Just as Harry was waiting for the examination results, Doctor Otto called.

"Harry, I heard something happened in New York. Are you and Norman all right?"

"We're fine, but the company suffered severe losses. The Washington power grid hasn't run into any trouble, has it?"

Norman had temporarily returned to New York for the inauguration ceremony, and Harry was not sure whether Otto could manage the business over there alone.

"Uh, it's fine. I'm not very good at dealing with politicians, but fortunately Norman already arranged everything."

Norman had indeed cleared nearly every obstacle for the project—after all, it was a project with nothing but benefits. It did not take much effort to establish those connections.

However, judging by Otto's tone, dealing with politicians seemed to have taken up a great deal of his energy.

"Doctor, you've done very well. If you can't handle it, you can slow the construction down appropriately."

Under the current circumstances, the Fusion Power Station was immensely important to the economic growth of every state. If anyone was in a hurry, it would be the politicians from those states.

If they truly could not wait, then the Osborn Group had suffered major losses and was still giving them priority construction. Shouldn't they show some sincerity?

The Washington power grid could wait, and naturally, so could the Chicago power grid.

"Max, how is the Chicago power grid progressing?"

"Uh... Mr. Osborn, the situation isn't very good... Some local organizations seem rather unfriendly toward the power grid project."

Harry froze. What was going on in Chicago? Did they not know that lower electricity prices would benefit many areas?

However, Max's social skills were far worse than Doctor Otto's, so Harry was not sure whether this was Chicago's problem or Max's problem.

"Hmm... it doesn't matter. Just do your work. As long as the politicians aren't stopping you, that's enough. As for civilian organizations, have the state government deal with them."

"Yes, Mr. Osborn."

After ending the call, Norman's examination results came out as well.

Conners stared at the report with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Unbelievable... Cellular activity has increased severalfold, telomere length has significantly increased, and immune system activity has risen dramatically. That is also the main reason the symptoms receded..."

"How did you do it?"

"Doctor, I'm a genius, remember? Besides, Iron Man exists in this world. What's so remarkable about a little Active Enhancer?"

Besides, the Active Enhancer could not cure the Retrovirus completely.

Harry brushed the matter aside casually. Only Norman looked at Harry thoughtfully.

"Son... you didn't extract the virus from the fossil, did you?"

"No. I found some useful information in the research notes, then made the medicine."

Norman was somewhat skeptical—could his research materials really produce something like that?

"Anyway, Father, it's time for you to leave the hospital. Some blind gang members are causing trouble again."

Father and son smiled.

The feeling of beating Kingpin senseless last time was still fresh in their minds. This time, someone else had stepped forward to get slapped.

It was time to make them understand what a truly organized operation was.