"The neural interface technology has been recovered, and the Rhino Armor is almost assembled. Thank you for providing the power."
"Right. Let me show you how ground and air weapons work together, an Osborn original."
Norman hung up.
Recovering Doctor Otto's research had involved a long process. Under normal circumstances, completing all the procedures would have taken more than half a year.
But with the club members helping one another, Norman had gotten through all the procedures in less than two days.
Now, he was turning his attention to another scientist: Adrian Toomes.
He was a true master of electrical engineering, and he was getting on in years.
With numerous patents and inventions to his name, he should have been a millionaire. At the very least, he shouldn't have been struggling financially.
But the doctor had a quirk: ever since he was a child, he had dreamed of flying through the sky like a bird-not in an airplane, but with wings attached to his own body.
It was his secret, but he was short on money, so he took on all kinds of jobs. One of them was the Osborn Group's Municipal Power Grid Project.
After working together several times, he had shown Norman the machine:
A type of personal armor that let its wearer fly through the sky with their hands free.
Norman had fallen in love with the equipment at first sight. It was the perfect infantry equipment.
Toomes stared at the American soldiers and agents outside his house, and at Norman walking at the front, stunned.
"Norman? What's going on?"
"Doctor Toomes, I'm sorry. May we go inside to talk?"
Adrian was uneasy, but he was even less eager to face the dark green figures outside.
So the two went inside. Norman sighed first, as though gathering