At the Osborn Group, Norman lowered his phone, his expression cold.
This "United States Military-Industrial Club" really was impressive. They'd gotten their hands on the information firsthand.
"That old bastard really did betray me after all."
Norman spoke with such conviction that people almost forgot he'd been the one to decide to abandon Yinsen and cut ties with him.
Crash-
The operating table, with a man bound to it, was wheeled into the room.
It was an operating room, and Norman had put on a lab coat for the first time in ages. Two scientists stood beside him, ready to assist with the surgery-
His new friend had sent them to him.
"Mmmph-!"
The man on the table was terrified. He tried to scream, but the gag in his mouth muffled him. He thrashed his limbs, but the restraints fixed him to the table, leaving him unable to move.
Norman put on a mask and waved to his assistants. "Begin the operation."
The assistants gave the man on the table a dozen shots of tranquilizer, and the unfortunate man soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
Above the operating table, mechanical arms slowly extended some green metal components, ready for installation.
On the wall, a man watched the scene through a camera. Seeing this, he clapped his hands in praise.
"Very good, very good-now this is what a high-tech company should look like. Mr. Osborn, why don't you tell me about your invention?"
Norman cut into the subject's skin and began implanting electronic components.
"...Otto has been working on a neural interface device to convert mechanical, electrical, and biological signals, allowing people to control all kinds of mechanical limbs without delay.
But as you can see, the technology still has some flaws. At present, it can only be used for simple