Peter rubbed his temples and explained with a headache, "Norman·Osborn commercialized 'superheroes'. He called the guy on the hang glider 'Glider'. Just now, he and Scorpion were having a scuffle. Scorpion hit people with a car, and Glider used bombs to fight back... As you saw, half of the square was set on fire."
"Poor guy." Captain Stacy looked at Scorpion on the ground, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes, "Although he did bad things, but..."
"He was not voluntary." Peter interrupted him firmly, "I could feel that he couldn't control his body at all at that time. He was like... like a prisoner in an iron can, and someone was manipulating him."
"Mind control?" Stacy raised his eyebrows.
Peter shrugged. "It's not surprising. Among the people I met last year alone, there were two people who were mind-controlled."
The old policeman sighed and patted Peter on the shoulder, "Okay, I will pay attention to this matter. You kid, please leave quickly. You are still a wanted criminal in name. I don't want to arrest you today, so get out of here."
Peter couldn't help but chuckled, "Thanks, Sheriff. Pay attention to safety."
"You too, kid."
Peter jumped onto the street lamp, several Silk intertwined in the night sky, and his figure quickly disappeared into the shadow of the skyscraper.
Stacy... What a nostalgic name.
However, he has never seen Gwen Stacy·Stacy in this world. Maybe next year, she will also transfer to Midtown High School.
Peter was speeding through the night sky and subconsciously glanced at the Osborn Enterprises building standing in the distance.
In the night, next to the originally huge "O" logo, at some point, an English letter - "G", shining with a faint green light, quietly appeared.
Things completely deviated from the trajectory of the original work.
But Peter knows in his heart that the real storm has just begun.
On Sunday night, the lounge of Baxter Building was quiet.
Peter, Susan, Reed and Johnny were sitting around in front of the sofa. The political commentary program of the news station was playing on the TV. Several experts and scholars were arguing over the latest hot topic of Osborn Enterprises.
The focus of the topic is naturally Harry·Osborn and his popular superhero codename-Glider.
Since Harry made a high-profile appearance as a superhero, major news media and social platforms have been bombarding related news almost around the clock. New York Citizens have given the newcomer various nicknames, and some even jokingly called him "Bomb Maniac".
I have to say, this stunt was quite impressive.
Osborn Enterprises's public relations team has already opened Twitter and social accounts for him. Every word and every appearance of Harry in public is under the strict supervision of the company's huge team of lawyers.
Judging from the legal provisions, superheroes owned by private companies are not illegal. Osborn Enterprises registered it as a "free public service" provided to the society, and Harry's true identity is classified as a trade secret and enjoys the same legal protection as a secret recipe patent.
On the TV screen, a Harvard University female law professor, a local prosecutor's representative and a blond anchor were having a heated debate.
"--But, who gave him this power?" The anchor leaned closer to the camera, frowning, "There may be gray areas in the legal aspect, but who wants a person who is always throwing bombs everywhere to save themselves?"
"The vast majority of ordinary people don't mind," Professor Harvard retorted, "When the police force cannot solve the crisis, everyone will naturally place their hope in capable people. It used to be Spider-Man, but now there is another Glider."
"What about compliance?" black representative Harold said emotionally, "This is not a private game, this is risking public lives! What if he misses? What if he worsens the situation?"
"That's right!" The anchor nodded quickly, "And what kind of power does Osborn Enterprises have..."
At this point, the anchor suddenly froze, stretched out his hand to hold the earphone, and his eyes widened slightly. "Sorry to interrupt, we just received a connection between Norman·Mr. Osborn and the police chief..."
The screen changed to a split comparison screen. Norman·Osborn was sitting steadily in the director's office. The director next to him looked embarrassed, while Norman had a calm and decent smile.
"Good evening, you two," the anchor quickly adjusted, "This is..."
"Hello, Jared," Norman said calmly to the camera, "I noticed that you are discussing the legality of Glider. It just so happens that the director and I are preparing to sign a cooperation agreement. From now on, Glider of Osborn Enterprises will serve as a special consultant to officially assist the police in handling emergencies."
Norman turned his head and secretly touched the director next to him with his elbow.
The director wiped the sweat from his forehead and coughed dryly and said, "Uh, yes... we have been preparing for this agreement for a long time. Although yesterday's emergency made Glider take action in advance, New York Police Department is very grateful to this professional for his assistance and welcomes Osborn Enterprises to contribute to city security."
"Thank you for your clarification, Chief Harlem." Norman smiled slightly and turned his eyes to the other side of the screen, "So, Professor Kang, has the legal loophole been resolved now?"
The female professor nodded calmly. "Yes, Mr. Osborn, it is legal from a procedural point of view."
"Very good," Norman said with a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth, "I'm glad I can clear up your doubts."
As soon as the voice fell, the connection signal was cut off directly.
Johnny whistled. "Awesome, it directly legalizes lynching. Sister, can we Baxter Foundation also apply for some official sponsorship like this?"
Susan rolled her eyes at him. "Don't even think about it." She turned to look at Peter, frowning slightly, "Peter, what's wrong with you? You look uneasy."
Peter stared at the black screen and said coldly, "I'm just wondering how long it will take for this farce to fall completely into their own hands."
"Why do you think so?" Reed turned around and asked.
"Because I know Norman·Osborn." Peter stood up and walked to the kitchen with a cold voice, "He only has profit and reputation in his eyes. He doesn't care about the life and death of civilians at all, he only treats everyone as a tool."
"I don't object to this." Reed followed.
Peter took out a frozen pizza from the Fridge and threw it to Johnny behind him. "Heat it up, 'Pyro'."
Johnny There was a faint flame coming out from his fingertips, and he was baking the pizza carefully.