Again?

"Shocking! Multiple explosions across New York City, heavy casualties and devastation! Osborn Group suffers massive losses!"

"Osborn family mansion hit by terrorist attack!"

"Multiple Osborn Group facilities bombed!"

"Gangsters returning to Hell's Kitchen? What exactly happened to Norman Osborn?"

Harry could already picture tomorrow's newspaper headlines.

The Osborn house had been blown to pieces, but Harry was quick enough to pilot the Green Goblin glider out of the collapsing zone.

He had provoked Alexandra to force her hand, to draw the snake out of its hole—but she went straight for a terrorist attack!

Was this woman so hopped up on gunpowder she'd lost her mind? No, she actually seemed to be on something.

Still, this gave Harry plenty of leverage. If she was going to play rough, he could play rougher.

Good thing he wasn't one to be outdone. The Midtown Financial Tower and Rand Corporation—a company controlled by the Hand and Harmony Society—had all their electronic devices and storage systems burst into flames simultaneously, but Leining had already copied every piece of data, just waiting for the servers to be stored.

"Heli? The hospital was attacked too? Are you guys okay?"

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

At that, the Green Goblin glider kicked to maximum power, a piercing shriek tearing through the air as Harry rushed to the hospital.

The place had been hit by explosions too, and Harry spotted a group of masked men in suits closing in on the rubble!

Conners and Norman seemed trapped under the stone debris, with Heli standing in front of them. The Green Goblin glider circled before her, blocking the masked men's advance.

Seeing this, Harry narrowed his eyes. Blades extended from both sides of the glider—

Pfft!

The Green Goblin glider was blindingly fast. These ninjas might have been trained, but they couldn't dodge something moving near the speed of sound!

Taking out these grunts was effortless. Harry quickly reached Heli's side.

"You're brave. Thank you."

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

"Alright, let me put it another way. I love you. Absolutely love you."

As he spoke, Harry lifted the stones pinning Conners and Norman.

"Looks like the mechanical arm has its perks after all."

Conners flexed the prosthetic limb. It was completely wrecked and unusable, but he could just swap it for a new one.

If it had been his original arm, Conners would be down for the count by now.

"Harry, your father isn't seriously injured, but he needs medical equipment soon, or his condition will deteriorate faster."

"Alright, Doctor. I'll take my father to the hospital two kilometers away. Heli, get on. Doctor, you take that glider."

The modified glider was significantly larger. A bit cramped, but it could still carry one person.

"Is this thing safe? Looks hard to control." Conners was nervous.

It didn't look safe at all—Harry had caused a sonic boom on his way here!

But Conners' worry was unnecessary. This version of the Green Goblin glider was already suited for ordinary use—as long as you didn't push it too fast.

"Don't worry. It's got simple leg-lock armor installed. Just keep your balance. It's not that hard to control at low speed."

With that, Harry flew toward the hospital.

Conners swallowed hard and wobbled onto the glider.

"Huh... it's actually pretty comfortable. Feels easier than a hoverboard." Conners relaxed.

The improved Green Goblin glider was rock steady. He made a mental note to ask Harry for one later.

After settling Norman and the others, Harry walked alone into the hospital room.

The green stratum corneum on Norman's body had spread further. The situation was critical.

Harry pulled out the [Active Enhancer]. Without hesitation, he injected Norman immediately.

Heli and Conners walked in just in time to see it.

Harry said nothing. The Active Enhancer spread through every corner of Norman's body with each heartbeat, and the green stratum visibly receded before their eyes!

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

The sight hit Conners like a freight train! Since Norman's symptoms appeared, Harry had only been home once—and he'd already cooked up a treatment?

As the symptoms eased, Norman opened his eyes.

"Father, how do you feel?"

"Much lighter. It feels like my body is burning. Am I recovering?"

Norman sat up straight, flexing his arm. He felt years younger.

This was normal. The symptoms fading meant the cell activity enhancement was working to suppress the disease's onset.

But at Norman's confusion, Harry shook his head.

"This dose can only be used once, to enhance cell vitality and prevent the symptoms from worsening. Doctor Connors, please conduct another physical examination on my father."

"Of course." Connors nodded repeatedly, intensely curious about the changes happening to 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 alright?"

"We're fine, but the company took heavy losses. No trouble with the Washington power grid?"

Norman had temporarily returned to New York for the inauguration ceremony, and Harry wasn't sure if Otto could handle things alone over there.

"Uh, it's fine. I'm not great at dealing with politicians, but luckily Norman had everything arranged."

Norman had indeed greased almost every connection for the project—after all, it was a project with nothing but benefits, so smoothing things over didn't take much effort.

Still, from Otto's tone, dealing with politicians seemed to be draining a lot of his energy.

"You're doing well, Doctor. If it gets too much, you can slow down the project pace."

Given the current situation, the fusion power station was a massive boon to each state's economic growth. If anyone should be anxious, it was the state politicians.

If they couldn't wait, well, Osborn Group had just suffered major losses and was still giving them priority construction—they ought to show some appreciation, right?

Washington's grid could wait, and so could Chicago's.

"Max, how's the Chicago grid progressing?"

"Uh... Mr. Osborn, not great... Some local organizations aren't too friendly toward the grid construction."

Harry was taken aback. What was going on in Chicago? Didn't they know lower electricity prices benefited everyone?

But Max's social skills were far worse than Doctor Otto's, so Harry wasn't sure if the problem was Chicago or Max himself.

"Hmm... doesn't matter. Just do your work. As long as the politicians aren't blocking you, let the state government handle the civilian organizations."

"Understood, Mr. Osborn."

After the call, Norman's examination results came in.

Connors stared at the report, his eyes wide as saucers.

"Unbelievable... Cell activity has multiplied, telomere length has increased significantly, immune system activity has skyrocketed—this is the main reason the symptoms are receding..."

"How did you do it?"

"Doctor, I'm a genius, remember? Besides, the world already has Iron Man. What's a little Active Enhancer?"

Besides, the Active Enhancer couldn't cure the Retrovirus.

Harry brushed the topic aside lightly, but Norman looked at him thoughtfully.

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

"No. I found some useful materials in the research notes and made the medicine."

Norman was half-convinced—could his own research notes really produce something like this?

"Anyway, Father, you should be discharged now. Some clueless gang is stirring up trouble again."

The father and son shared a smile.

The memory of beating Kingpin to a pulp was still fresh, and now someone else was stepping up to take a hit.

Time to show them what real organized action looked like.