New York, the villa of the Osborne family.

A black car slowly stopped at the door of the villa.

“Welcome home!”

A slightly low and hoarse word came from the car, and then two white men got out of the car.

One is a bald middle-aged white man, and the other is a young man with short blonde hair.

If you have a little attention to the New Yorkers of Osborne Group, you will definitely be familiar with these two people.

Because one of them is Mendel Stom, the best partner of Norman Osborne, the founder of Osborne Group, and the other is the son of Norman Osborne, and the future successor of Osborne Group, Harry Osborne.

The two entered the villa together, walked through the dark and long aisle like an abandoned castle, and finally stopped in front of a gate.

"It's a little dark inside, but your eyes will adapt...the dark spots are better..."

Mendelstom reminded Halli Osborne and slowly pushed open the door.

This is a ward.

Cold, dark, dead silent, the air seems to reveal the desolate air of drooling twilight.

"Father!"

Harry Osborne walked into it, lifted the tent on the hospital bed, and then sat silently on the chair next to the bed, looking at the Norman Osborne who was aged like a mummy on the hospital bed with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect that I would die like this... Looking at my son, it was like watching a stranger..."

Lying on the hospital bed, his skin was as mottled as albinism, and as if pieces of corpse spots had appeared, Norman Osborn looked at his son weakly, then leaned on the pillow and murmured to himself.

"You have great potential... Harry."

"You are very wise...but you don't know how to cherish..."

At this time, Norman Osborne no longer had the hysteria of no way to survive, no longer had the crazy and resentment of repeated despair, only calmness as if he was dead and a sigh of unwillingness.

"You don't know how to cherish me!"

Harry Osborne, who was already immersed in the two contradictions of resentment and sadness, might have been stimulated and his cold voice directly interrupted Norman Osborne's words.

"At the age of 11, you sent me to a boarding school. On your 16th birthday... You, or your assistant, sent me a bottle of whiskey. I guess it was your assistant who chose it? The card reads... Please smile, Norman Osborne!"

At the end of his speech, Harry Osborne almost gritted his teeth and beat him word by word, but tears kept falling on his face, like a child who was angry after being scolded by his parents.

"I don't ask for forgiveness, nor do I believe in any miracles, you won't understand..."

Norman Osborne used his last strength to support his upper body and said calmly: "I ruined your childhood for more important things, not just for me, but for you!"

After a pause, he asked Harry Osborne, "Have your hands started to twitch?"

"When you can't fall asleep, you will feel the 'it' is commotion, it is hidden in your body, waiting for the opportunity... to reveal your true face."

Norman continued to murmur in a hoarse tone that seemed like a demon whisper: "Reversal of cytosis, I have never told you... it is a genetic disease."

"Our genetic disease is the curse of the Osborne family, and it starts to get sick from your age..."

...

"Instant News: Norman Osborne, the legendary founder and CEO of Osborne, passed away. Osborne has confirmed that the news is true. His only son, Harry Osborne, will become the successor of the business empire of Osborne Group...

Norman Osborne dies!

This news spread throughout Miligan in just a few hours through instant news.

Harry Osborne inherited Norman Osborne's legacy, and Osborne Group held an emergency board meeting to discuss the stability of the stock price and Harry Osborne's successor to the chairman.

However, at this moment, Mendel, who has always played the role of Norman's best partner, directly showed his ambition after losing Norman's suppression.

At the same time, a tragedy happened quietly.

...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, this is the Osborne Group's off-duty time.

In fact, for most Osborne employees, they strictly follow the nine-to-five working hours, and only a small number of them will be delayed from get off work. These people are either important personnel in the laboratory who need to work overtime or marginal figures in some companies that are easily bullied.

Max was once one of the latter, but now he thinks he is no longer the same, and he has the right to get off work on time.

"Finally get off work."

Max was holding a briefcase and was impatiently waiting for the elevator.

When he thought of being able to celebrate his birthday later, he felt extremely happy. The elevator, which he felt very fast on weekdays, seemed to have turned into a snail's speed.

Of course, the long wait for the elevator was not enough to affect his current happy mood. The feeling of being immersed in the center of expectation, the accelerated beating of his heart made him a little fascinated.

Because he knew that someone was waiting to celebrate his birthday, he no longer had to go back to his cold home like in previous years, and took a bite of the birthday cake that someone gave him.

He was looking forward to his birthday party tonight, and even the waiting time was still satisfying him.

However, his good mood was destroyed by a sudden sound, a voice that made him extremely disgusted.

"Dylan! Stay here."

Smith, the head of the power department, reached out to stop Max.

"Why?"

When Max heard Smith asks him to stay again, his face suddenly became unhappy.

"There is a problem with the circuit in the Gene Laboratory, please repair it."

Smith naturally ordered that the elevator was coming up at this time. After saying that, he did not stop and entered the elevator directly.

Max said angrily: "Everyone else has left, why should I keep it? Today is my birthday!"

"Because you're special!"

Smith shrugged: "Happy birthday, Max!"

bite!

The elevator door closed and the elevator slowly sank, leaving only Max with an angry face.

"Shit!"

Max cursed angrily and was about to leave directly, but after pressing the elevator button a few times in a row, he hesitated after calming down a little.

Go? Or not?

Smith has left, and he can't help but refuse. If he doesn't go, no one will go to repair it.

"It should be just a matter of line connection, and it won't take much time. Let's go there!"

While waiting for the elevator, Max, who had been hesitating for a long time, was finally defeated by the urgency to go home by responsibility, and turned around and walked towards the genetic laboratory.

"Gilbert, I'm Max, please help me close the power supply in Zone 32!"

"Forget it, I'm leaving."
Chapter completed!