Chapter 992: Secret Invasion
Richard sprinted through the stairwell.
Osborn Tower's security system had gone into full lockdown, heavy riot shutters slamming down floor by floor.
He heard sirens below. The red-and-blue flashes pierced through the gaps in the blinds, falling across his wrinkled green skin.
"Fuck!"
Richard punched the wall, cracking the concrete into a web of fractures as dust trickled down.
Going down was a dead end. Osborn Group's security forces had probably sealed off the lobby so tightly that not even a fly could get out.
He looked up at the green indicator light above the emergency exit.
He could only go to the roof.
He gulped in air, the Skrulls' powerful heart and lungs letting him charge up dozens of floors in one breath.
No matter what, for the sake of his race's grand plan, he had to get this information out—
Harry Osborn had technology capable of exposing Skrulls' genetic disguises.
With that technology, the infiltration plan they had been so proud of would become a complete joke.
Richard gritted his teeth and took the last steps three at a time.
He raised his foot and kicked hard at the heavy iron door on the rooftop, its electronic lock still attached.
Bang.
The hinges snapped. The iron door spun through the air and crashed onto the helipad's asphalt surface with a piercing scrape.
The cold New York night wind, carrying the scent of car exhaust and grease smoke from hot dog stands, rushed into his nostrils.
But the next moment—
A ring of golden sparks spun through the air at the center of the helipad.
The sparks scattered across the puddled ground, giving off faint hissing sounds.
It was a portal.
Harry Osborn strolled out from behind it.
He studied the green-skinned monster before him