"Peter! Wait a minute!" MJ and Liz chased after him, "We are going to hold a small welcome party for Harry at the cafe on the corner. Why don't you go?"
"I have something urgent at hand that must be dealt with immediately." Peter closed the cabinet door with an extremely serious tone.
Liz was a little dissatisfied. "What urgent matter is more important than celebrating your best friend's discharge from the hospital?"
"It's really important." Peter dropped a word and rushed out of the corridor without looking back.
After getting into a hidden alley, Peter quickly put on his Spider suit. The Silk jet accurately stuck to the edge of the tall building, and he swung towards the Osborn Enterprises building in Manhattan Midtown like an arrow from a string.
Sneaking into the ventilation duct of the building was a familiar route. With the help of Sassy, Peter quietly avoided the infrared surveillance and fell directly into the core computer room.
"Sassy, access the main server and retrieve all top-secret projects related to human enhancement serum, neurotransmitter repair, and codenames containing 'green' and 'devil'."
"Received, bypassing the firewall... Retrieval completed, sir." Sassy's voice quickly sounded, "Most of the core data has been physically deleted, leaving only a project report that has been put on hold."
Peter raised Scanning Adapter(SA) on his wrist, and a light blue holographic projection unfolded in front of his eyes.
The report records that this experiment to enhance the human body through genetic recombinant drugs lasted for five years, but never achieved results, and was finally shelved. At the bottom of the report, the project code name is clearly marked--
[Green Field].
Looking at the molecular structure diagram on the screen, Peter's heart sank to the bottom.
It's really Green Goblin Serum.
That lunatic Norman not only went crazy, but also pulled Harry into this bottomless abyss!
Peter quickly downloaded all the remaining data, pulled out the data cable, dug out Osborn Tower, and rushed to the coffee shop where his friends were as quickly as possible.
He quickly changed back into his regular clothes in the alley, opened the door and walked into the coffee shop.
"Peter? Didn't you say there's an emergency?" MJ looked at Peter, who came out of breath, with some surprise.
Harry smiled and picked up a drink, "It seems that our college bully still can't let me go after all."
Peter didn't explain, but walked straight to Tandy and sat down. An arm seemed to be casually placed on the back of the sofa, protecting Tandy within his own protection.
"The experiment has been postponed, and gathering friends is more important." Peter looked at Harry opposite, with a smile on his lips, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
The party lasted until the evening. Flash originally proposed to go to the nightclub to party again, but Harry, who has always loved fun, unexpectedly refused, on the grounds that his body had just recovered and he needed to rest as soon as possible.
This abnormal behavior further strengthened Peter's suspicion.
After everyone parted ways, Peter put on his battle clothes again and turned into a shadow lurking on the roof opposite Harry's luxury apartment.
Through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the building, Peter saw Harry quickly walking into Norman·Osborn's study.
The distance was too far, and even Peter's enhanced hearing could only capture some vague syllables. Under the cover of the night, he swung across the street, clinging to the edge of the wall below the study window as quietly as a gecko, heightening his senses to the extreme.
"... They are happy to see me...Peter... somewhat confused... I need more..." Harry's deep and hoarse voice came faintly.
"Here, son." Norman's cold and fanatical voice sounded, "... take it on time... still recovering..."
Peter held his breath and carefully stuck out half of his head to look into the window.
In front of the large desk in the study room, Norman·Osborn was handing a small bottle of green medicinal liquid to Harry's hand.
Harry opened the bottle, raised his head, and drank the green liquid inside.
Peter stopped what he was doing, took a step back, and looked at the finished product in front of him with satisfaction.
This is a micro drone that is only the size of a palm. The body is completely black with a faint blue metallic luster, and a micro Repulsor Cannon is embedded at the bottom. If you don't look carefully, it is almost completely invisible in the shadows.
Its core is loaded with a micro Arc Reactor, supplemented by the enhanced system of "Parker's Blood", which is enough to provide nearly unlimited battery life without the need to consider charging issues. The top of the fuselage is densely covered with a layer of micro cameras, which can record everything happening around it without blind spots.
"Okay, Sassy. Try starting it up." Peter straightened up and ordered.
"Okay, Peter."
With the AI's crisp response, the drone instantly lit up. The Repulsor Cannon engine at the bottom roared slowly, pushing it smoothly into the air. It swayed in mid-air and fine-tuned a few times, and the internal on-board computer system quickly completed its self-calibration and hovered steadily in mid-air.
"Okay, start scanning the room and find the best location for covert recording."
Under the command of Peter, the drone took off silently. It flew accurately to the corner of the underground laboratory. The vacuum suction cup on the base started instantly and was firmly attached to the flat wall.
"The picture transmission is very clear, Peter."
Sassy's voice sounded again. Peter glanced at the computer screen. The video feed back was indeed clear, and most of the laboratory could be seen in full view.
"Very good. Next project..."
Peter opened the drawer and took out a Green Goblin mask - the most classic, evil green-skinned kid in the comics. As soon as he moved the mask to his face, a red alarm sounded on the monitor screen.
"The alarm response was perfect, Peter. The system successfully identified the target. Sir, we succeeded." Sassy's voice was filled with excitement.
Peter smiled approvingly and threw the mask back into the drawer, "Adjust the parameters and add a few auxiliary identification features. For example, hang gliders, Pumpkin Bomb, and the iconic crazy laughter... Also, make sure that the nano tracker I gave Harry yesterday is always activated."
"Adjusting, sir."
Yesterday at school, Peter unknowingly added some spices to Harry's drink without the other party noticing. At this time, an extremely weak but unique signal was flashing on the screen - it was the exclusive frequency band emitted by the nanorobots in Harry's body, and only Peter's device could lock it.
With this, no matter where Harry goes, this drone can track his movements in real time.
Peter knew in his heart that he could not keep an eye on Harry 24 hours a day. He had so many backlogged scientific research projects and messy things that he could only make an exception once and build this surveillance drone.