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Chapter 166: A.R.G.U.S.!
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Harry Osborn was holding a copy of "God's Descent," looking at it seriously. More accurately, he was browsing aimlessly, his constantly trembling hands struggled to turn the pages.
On the desk in front of him, the electronic display displayed files on tony, and even some secret Military videos where tony could be seen on a killing spree.
There was blurry footage recorded on the streets of New York, and some secretly filmed in an unknown bar.
Ever since tony secretly contacted him, claiming to have a cure for the Osborn family's hereditary disease, Harry couldn't remain calm and immediately used every means at his disposal to dig up everything about tony's past.
His father, Norman Osborn, the previous head of the Osborn Corporation, had died not long ago—a miserable death from illness in his bed.
A global corporate giant specializing in biology and genetics had created countless life-saving drugs and overcome numerous genetic challenges. Yet, their own leader had died in his sickbed in middle age. It was a massive joke to anyone who heard it.
Harry didn't want to die yet. His primary purpose in taking over the company was to find a cure for the hereditary disease, no matter the cost.
Towards his father, Norman Osborn, Harry had always harbored immense resentment and ill will. In Harry's mind, Norman was an unfit father.
When Harry was very young, he had been sent off to a boarding school in England and ignored. Norman merely deposited a hefty sum of money each month, allowing Harry to live a life of debauchery.
They weren't like father and son, but more like two strangers with a slight connection.
But unfortunately, though Norman had called his son Harry back before his death and handed the massive Osborn Corporation over to the young man, not yet twenty, without any regard for his opinion, pinning his hopes on Harry finding a cure for their family's disease.
As he got older, the symptoms of the hereditary disease became more and more obvious. Harry's hands began to tremble frequently, and his fingernails gradually grew long, sharp, and black. In twenty years at most, he would end up in that same ghastly state as Norman, dying sick in his bed.
Harry would not allow that to happen.
Until tony sent someone to secretly contact him, stating outright that he had a cure for the Osborn family's disease. Even if it was nonsense, even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, Harry was willing to seize it at any cost.
That night, tony was flanked by Betty on his left and Amanda on his right, the two beauties following closely behind him.
Passing employees would cast envious glances from time to time, sighing, "Now that's the life."
"Aren't you going to provide some sort of disguise? You're just letting me show my face like this? Everyone knows there are no ordinary people around you." Betty asked when she had a moment, showing some impatience with the stares they'd been getting.
She was already able to control the changes in her body with relative ease.
However, tony noticed some emotional changes in her. It seemed that the girl, who was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, was developing a tendency towards a short temper.
This was a negative side effect of the Hulk Serum, something Betty would have to overcome on her own.
"Control your emotions, Betty. I'd rather not have outsiders see you turn into the Red She-Hulk when you're angry... You don't need to worry. You have immense power. Even if you were hit head-on by a tank or suffered a bombardment, you'd be unharmed. You don't need to care so much about what others think."
tony walked calmly, his squarish face exuding an invisible pressure. He knew what Betty wanted to say. In a few minutes, Official Agencies, especially the Military, would know that Betty was by his side.
Following tony's usual style, anyone around him was bound to be formidable. Even the worst of them, the Old Bartender, had an impressive track record. For a delicate girl like Betty to be seen with tony sent a message that was intriguing.
Had tony augmented Betty into a Super Soldier? Or something else...
tony couldn't care less about any of it.
Just as a boot doesn't concern itself with the ants it tramples to death, such was tony's mentality. As his strength grew and his influence gradually solidified, his state of mind had also shifted slightly, becoming more peaceful—or perhaps "indifferent" would be a more fitting description.
tony led the two beautiful women into Harry's office, under the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of many.
A ridiculously young man swiveled his chair around and stared at them, his gaze filled with scrutiny and vigilance. He was very young, a classmate and best friend of Peter, only about eighteen years old. His light-golden eyebrows were shaped like an inverted "V", and the eyes hidden beneath them held none of the typical vitality of youth. Instead, they were filled with despair, lifeless and dull.
"You must have investigated me, so you should know my style. I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Harry. I have a way to cure the Osborn family's hereditary disease." tony pulled out a chair and sat down without ceremony, getting straight to the point.
Even more outrageously, tony pointed to the expensive liquor in a glass cabinet on the other side of the room and gave Amanda a snap of his fingers. Amanda calmly smashed the glass with a single punch and pulled out a bottle of wine from within.
tony broke off the neck of the bottle and began to drink right from it. It was incredibly rude, showing utter disregard for the master of the house.
Harry suddenly took a slight interest in tony. He waved his hand to dismiss the security guards who had rushed in, his expression a mix of anxiety and displeasure. "You're on my turf, and you treat me with such little respect?"
"I treat different people differently. I figured a playboy like you wouldn't care too much about trivialities like this. On the contrary, this might even help you relax," tony said.
"Hmph," Harry grunted noncommittally, then pressed eagerly, "Tell me, what's your method? As long as you can cure my illness, I'll give you anything you want! I know about you; you're very interested in shares of large corporations. I can give you..."
"That was in the past, and things have changed. Even if you wanted to give me shares, and even if I accepted them, a lot of people wouldn't agree. They don't want to see me expand too quickly. I have a proposal, one that we can both agree on."
Sighing, tony sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, creating a sense of pressure on Harry.
"I'm planning to establish an organization... How to describe it? Something like a private joint organization. I'm looking for potential allies."
"You want me to join your private team? Fine! As long as the cure you're offering is real!" Harry agreed impatiently, cutting tony off before he could finish.
What did he have? Nothing but money. He didn't know how to do a damn thing else. Besides, it wasn't like he would be the one going to the battlefield.
"That's for the best, but that's not what I wanted to talk about..." tony shook his head, his eyes boring into the young Harry.
"The name of the organization I want to form is—A.R.G.U.S.! I don't just need you; I need the entire Osborn Corporation!"
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Harry Osborn was holding a copy of "God's Descent," looking at it seriously. More accurately, he was browsing aimlessly, his constantly trembling hands struggled to turn the pages.
On the desk in front of him, the electronic display displayed files on tony, and even some secret Military videos where tony could be seen on a killing spree.
There was blurry footage recorded on the streets of New York, and some secretly filmed in an unknown bar.
Ever since tony secretly contacted him, claiming to have a cure for the Osborn family's hereditary disease, Harry couldn't remain calm and immediately used every means at his disposal to dig up everything about tony's past.
His father, Norman Osborn, the previous head of the Osborn Corporation, had died not long ago—a miserable death from illness in his bed.
A global corporate giant specializing in biology and genetics had created countless life-saving drugs and overcome numerous genetic challenges. Yet, their own leader had died in his sickbed in middle age. It was a massive joke to anyone who heard it.
Harry didn't want to die yet. His primary purpose in taking over the company was to find a cure for the hereditary disease, no matter the cost.
Towards his father, Norman Osborn, Harry had always harbored immense resentment and ill will. In Harry's mind, Norman was an unfit father.
When Harry was very young, he had been sent off to a boarding school in England and ignored. Norman merely deposited a hefty sum of money each month, allowing Harry to live a life of debauchery.
They weren't like father and son, but more like two strangers with a slight connection.
But unfortunately, though Norman had called his son Harry back before his death and handed the massive Osborn Corporation over to the young man, not yet twenty, without any regard for his opinion, pinning his hopes on Harry finding a cure for their family's disease.
As he got older, the symptoms of the hereditary disease became more and more obvious. Harry's hands began to tremble frequently, and his fingernails gradually grew long, sharp, and black. In twenty years at most, he would end up in that same ghastly state as Norman, dying sick in his bed.
Harry would not allow that to happen.
Until tony sent someone to secretly contact him, stating outright that he had a cure for the Osborn family's disease. Even if it was nonsense, even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, Harry was willing to seize it at any cost.
That night, tony was flanked by Betty on his left and Amanda on his right, the two beauties following closely behind him.
Passing employees would cast envious glances from time to time, sighing, "Now that's the life."
"Aren't you going to provide some sort of disguise? You're just letting me show my face like this? Everyone knows there are no ordinary people around you." Betty asked when she had a moment, showing some impatience with the stares they'd been getting.
She was already able to control the changes in her body with relative ease.
However, tony noticed some emotional changes in her. It seemed that the girl, who was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, was developing a tendency towards a short temper.
This was a negative side effect of the Hulk Serum, something Betty would have to overcome on her own.
"Control your emotions, Betty. I'd rather not have outsiders see you turn into the Red She-Hulk when you're angry... You don't need to worry. You have immense power. Even if you were hit head-on by a tank or suffered a bombardment, you'd be unharmed. You don't need to care so much about what others think."
tony walked calmly, his squarish face exuding an invisible pressure. He knew what Betty wanted to say. In a few minutes, Official Agencies, especially the Military, would know that Betty was by his side.
Following tony's usual style, anyone around him was bound to be formidable. Even the worst of them, the Old Bartender, had an impressive track record. For a delicate girl like Betty to be seen with tony sent a message that was intriguing.
Had tony augmented Betty into a Super Soldier? Or something else...
tony couldn't care less about any of it.
Just as a boot doesn't concern itself with the ants it tramples to death, such was tony's mentality. As his strength grew and his influence gradually solidified, his state of mind had also shifted slightly, becoming more peaceful—or perhaps "indifferent" would be a more fitting description.
tony led the two beautiful women into Harry's office, under the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of many.
A ridiculously young man swiveled his chair around and stared at them, his gaze filled with scrutiny and vigilance. He was very young, a classmate and best friend of Peter, only about eighteen years old. His light-golden eyebrows were shaped like an inverted "V", and the eyes hidden beneath them held none of the typical vitality of youth. Instead, they were filled with despair, lifeless and dull.
"You must have investigated me, so you should know my style. I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Harry. I have a way to cure the Osborn family's hereditary disease." tony pulled out a chair and sat down without ceremony, getting straight to the point.
Even more outrageously, tony pointed to the expensive liquor in a glass cabinet on the other side of the room and gave Amanda a snap of his fingers. Amanda calmly smashed the glass with a single punch and pulled out a bottle of wine from within.
tony broke off the neck of the bottle and began to drink right from it. It was incredibly rude, showing utter disregard for the master of the house.
Harry suddenly took a slight interest in tony. He waved his hand to dismiss the security guards who had rushed in, his expression a mix of anxiety and displeasure. "You're on my turf, and you treat me with such little respect?"
"I treat different people differently. I figured a playboy like you wouldn't care too much about trivialities like this. On the contrary, this might even help you relax," tony said.
"Hmph," Harry grunted noncommittally, then pressed eagerly, "Tell me, what's your method? As long as you can cure my illness, I'll give you anything you want! I know about you; you're very interested in shares of large corporations. I can give you..."
"That was in the past, and things have changed. Even if you wanted to give me shares, and even if I accepted them, a lot of people wouldn't agree. They don't want to see me expand too quickly. I have a proposal, one that we can both agree on."
Sighing, tony sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, creating a sense of pressure on Harry.
"I'm planning to establish an organization... How to describe it? Something like a private joint organization. I'm looking for potential allies."
"You want me to join your private team? Fine! As long as the cure you're offering is real!" Harry agreed impatiently, cutting tony off before he could finish.
What did he have? Nothing but money. He didn't know how to do a damn thing else. Besides, it wasn't like he would be the one going to the battlefield.
"That's for the best, but that's not what I wanted to talk about..." tony shook his head, his eyes boring into the young Harry.
"The name of the organization I want to form is—A.R.G.U.S.! I don't just need you; I need the entire Osborn Corporation!"
(end of chapter)
