Not long after Silver Sable left.
Norman Osborn was no fool. He knew the safest move was to get somewhere secure.
So he had Sable International Security's guards escort him back to the Osborn Group.
Sure enough, trouble struck.
They were ambushed on the way. The attackers were highly professional and came with plenty of equipment.
Norman Osborn knew at once who was behind it.
Kingpin!
Kingpin hadn't appeared, but Norman Osborn had no proof either way. Kingpin was the only person he could suspect.
Methods like this weren't common even in America.
They all had money and influence.
If the attempt failed, wouldn't they fear retaliation?
Using methods like this meant they had to succeed.
Clearly, Kingpin had reached the point where he had no choice.
Even so, Kingpin didn't dare kill Norman Osborn outright.
Norman Osborn was merely captured.
A moment later, he was airborne.
Norman Osborn was alarmed, but he didn't scream. Instead, he looked at the man holding him and said, "Vulture, what do you want? Whatever he's offering, I can match it!"
"Heh, heh, heh!"
Vulture gave a cold laugh.
Vulture, born Adrian Toomes, had been an electronics engineer with a lifelong dream of flying. After countless experiments, he had tried to build wings like a bird's.
He invented this flight suit. Then, for various reasons, his temperament changed drastically, and he began taking revenge on society.
When it came down to it, the problem was money.
Plenty of superheroes were broke too, but they held to their principles instead of becoming villains.
"Norman, the show's only just begun. Scared already?"
Vulture carried Norman Osborn higher.
Norman didn't dare move. If he fell from this height, he was finished.
"Where are you taking me?"
Norman forced himself to stay calm.
"Where you belong."
That was