69novels Chapter 68 Halloween Night - Please subscribe!
Chapter 68 Halloween Night - Please subscribe!
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"Has the recording started?"
"It started a long time ago, no need to be so excited, Peter."
"Sorry, Doctor, I'm just a little excited. This is probably the first time I've ever recorded such an important moment."
Hearing Dr. Connors's joke, Peter couldn't help but chuckle and scratch his head.
You should know that the serum he and Connors were researching together was finally completed on this day!
About Harry's family's hereditary disease!
That's how he and Dr. Connors solved it!
How could this not be exciting!?
next second.
Another voice rang out.
"Come on, buddy, it's me, not you, getting the needle in later. What's the big deal?"
On the hospital bed, Harry was wearing loose nursing gowns and a breathing mask around his nose; his complexion appeared relatively healthy.
Oz flew over. "Let me tell you," he said, "I pulled out your dad's breathing tube!"
"Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome, and I'm actually quite tempted to pull you out now."
"No way, at least wait until I've received the serum!"
Peter took out the syringe, held it in his hand, and walked towards the hospital bed.
Just before the serum injection was about to begin, he suddenly turned around and glanced at Dr. Connors.
"Doctor, why don't you do it?"
"You should do it yourself, kid. To be honest, you deserve a lot of credit for the success of this serum production."
"It's not as exaggerated as you say..." Peter chuckled foolishly.
Harry, lying in his hospital bed, was quite unhappy.
You should know that the knife in front of you and the knife that cuts into your flesh are not actually scary.
What's truly frightening is the knife hanging over your head!
Because you never know when it will crash down!
"Promise me you'll tell me before you inject, so I can have some mental preparation," Harry said, closing his eyes and frowning.
"Okay, I'll stab you now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the needle pierced his skin. The swift and precise action made Harry frown even more, and his arm trembled slightly.
But then, someone grabbed my arm.
"Relax, everything will be alright."
Peter's voice reached Harry's ears, and Harry's furrowed brows relaxed.
As the liquid entered his veins, Harry felt a strange sense of comfort, unsure whether it was a subconscious illusion or an actual feeling.
In short, he felt exceptionally comfortable at that moment.
Then suddenly I felt very sleepy.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Peter and Dr. Connors' voices rang in my ears at the same time.
"Um... I just feel like I really want to..."
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Harry fell asleep before he could finish speaking.
Peter rushed forward immediately: "Harry? Harry!!!"
Fortunately, the more experienced Connors, looking at Harry's body data, replied softly on behalf of the sleeping Harry: "Don't worry, Peter, the serum was a success. Those genetically modified cells are being gradually eliminated."
Connors pointed to the data chart.
Peter went over and watched with him.
After a while.
He muttered to himself, "We really succeeded..."
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Connors smiled, even taking off his glasses, and replied to Peter in an extremely excited tone.
"Yes, we succeeded!"
"Great! Oz! Stop! Don't pull Harry's breathing tube!!!"
After the video ended, McCann remained silent for a long time.
Serum? Genetic disease? Raven? Peter Parker and Kurt Connors?
Too many unknown factors flowed out in this log video, then seeped into his mind, and began to fight with his thoughts.
As a result, the initial joy was overwhelmed by this information, and the initial happiness faded.
He knew nothing about Norman Osborn's health symptoms and had no idea that there was such a thing as a hereditary disease.
Moreover, this serum was made by Peter and Connors.
You should know that last time, these two made lizard serum, which resulted in a giant lizard and a bunch of little lizard people appearing in New York City.
Does it really work?
And that black crow...
It seems to be able to communicate with these people, so why wasn't it recorded on video?
But the only thing that is certain is.
It is a true story that Norman Osborn had his breathing tube pulled out by a crow before he died.
Therefore, the rumors did not come out of thin air.
""
Note that there is another video in the log, which is a record of the experiment after Harry woke up.
McCann lightly clicked the left mouse button twice to start playing the next video clip.
"Time - October 7, 2016, morning, two hours after Harry received the serum."
After Peter finished reporting the time, he grabbed the camera, turned it around, and aimed it at Harry, who had already gotten out of bed.
Peter asked, "So, how does it feel?"
I feel...
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Harry clenched his fist. "I feel like I have inexhaustible energy... By the way, are you sure I only slept for two hours?"
"Why do I feel like I slept for a long time, like...like I was busy all day, then had a wonderful dream, and then slept until I naturally woke up the next day?"
After saying that, he imitated the movements of a professional boxer before stepping into the ring, and swung his fist.
"We've documented it; you did indeed only sleep for two hours."
Connors was also very excited to see Harry so energetic.
This means it won't be long before I recover from my amputation.
"Really? Oh, Peter! I told you, you have to tell me beforehand before getting a shot!"
"I'm sorry, I just thought we should take another look at your blood."
Peter drew some of Harry's blood, then handed him a cotton ball, indicating that he should press it himself.
He walked over to Connors, and the two began a new experimental observation together.
Seeing this, Harry could only grunt twice.
I definitely can't scold him, after all, my good buddy saved my life!
But he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he looked closer.
"Where's my breathing tube!?"
"Hehe, it was right in front of me, I just couldn't resist, just like with French fries!"
Oz flew up to him and began to mock him madly.
"So this is how you pulled out my dad's breathing tube?" Harry asked.
"No, I always pulled them out in front of him."
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Harry imagined the scene and couldn't help but laugh.
"Come on, let me try it!"
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Under Oz's dumbfounded gaze, Harry sat back on the hospital bed, put the breathing tube back on, and then straightened the threads.
The movement suddenly stopped when the fingers touched the abdomen.
Then he suddenly shouted.
"Holy crap!!!"
The commotion startled Peter and Connors, who quickly turned around and asked, "What's wrong?!"
Harry lifted his onesie to reveal his eight-pack abs and a bird that was far smaller than Oz's.
"I have abs!?"
"What the hell, Harry? Have you forgotten you're not wearing anything underneath?!"
"I'm so sorry..."
"6
Harry was extremely excited about suddenly having eight-pack abs.
He bent his arm, showing off his newly sprouted, muscular biceps.
He had tried to strengthen his thin body a long time ago, but at that time he did not know that he had a hereditary disease.
He can't even sustain a simple workout like running for very long.
Now my body has been completely transformed, and I have the healthy physique I've always dreamed of.
He was so excited!
"I am Schwarzenegger!"
Harry demonstrated several moves in a row, showing off wildly in front of Oz.
The effect was very successful; Oz was provoked by this guy.
He flew up to Peter and Connors, shouting, "Quick, quick, give me a shot too! I want abs too!"
"???"
Peter looked puzzled: "Why would a crow like you need abs? Aren't you already working out just by flying around all day?"
"Mind your own business! You're not even going to agree to Uncle Oz's request?!" Oz roared in anger.
"Alright."
Peter rolled his eyes, mixed a new bottle of reagent, and injected it into Oz.
As the liquid entered his body, Oz shuddered and suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, wait, wait, wait!!!"
Peter was startled by his reaction. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I already told you, what kind of serum would you inject into a crow???"
Oz moved his body himself and pulled the needle out of his body.
"I'm fine, I just feel like my feathers are a little loose... Damn it! It's all your fault, I've lost another feather!"
"What does this have to do with me?!"
Seeing this, Peter didn't bother with Oz anymore, because the guy didn't seem to be in any trouble.
He put away the half-bottle of reagents and returned to his experimental observations with Dr. Connors.
About ten minutes later.
The two men broke away from their observation. Peter glanced at Dr. Connors, who was also looking at him.
"Why don't you explain, Doctor?"
"Peter, you tell us."
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Harry watched this scene and couldn't help but remark, "You two really are an excellent example of a mentor and student."
Oz, perched on Harry's shoulder, chimed in, "It's a raven, it's a raven."
Upon hearing this, Peter and Connors exchanged a smile, and finally Connors raised his hand, indicating that his favorite student should speak.
Peter coughed twice, then explained to Harry, "The serum was very successful; it cleared out most of the latent diseased cells in your body."
"Most of them?" Harry asked.
Peter nodded: "Yes, there are still some residual diseased cells hiding in various corners of your body, but it's nothing serious. Just continue injecting new serum in the next few days."
"And what about my abs? What's going on with those?" Harry asked again.
At this moment, Peter winked at Dr. Connors, as if to say, "This concerns your area of expertise, so you should be the one to speak."
Noticing the students' gazes, Connors smiled and explained, "It's the lizard serum that's working."
"The lizard serum was originally designed to strengthen the body and then achieve the miraculous effect of limb regeneration."
"The initial serum failed, but after several improvements, and..."
'
Connors glanced at Peter, "and with the help of the students, a new lizard serum was created."
"We combined the diseased cells from your blood with lizard serum to create this serum."
"It strengthened your body, eliminated your genetic disease, and made you several times healthier than before."
"In other words, your current physical condition is even comparable to that of a professional athlete."
Harry was stunned after hearing this, completely surprised by the result.
He asked, "So not only am I okay now, I'm practically a superhuman?"
What kind of ridiculous question is this?
Connors rubbed his temples: "Strictly speaking, yes... it's just that he's much taller than the average person."
Oz yelled, "Why doesn't it work on me? Are you targeting me?!"
The video has finally finished playing.
McCann looked extremely grim.
His brows furrowed into three lines, any one of which looked as if it could trap a playing card.
The initial feeling of successfully ruining Harry Osborn's image gradually faded as the video continued to play.
He could feel the warmth in these two videos, the purity of friendship, and the pure bond between teachers and students.
He could even sense the thriving atmosphere.
This made him very unhappy.
Even though I've already won, I still feel very unhappy.
Half a reinforced drench?
Admittedly, McCann's plan was incredibly simple: he simply wanted to seize control of the company.
.
As a result, after learning more inside information...
He suddenly became very worried.
The plan doesn't seem to be as perfect as it seemed.
At first, he only intended to destroy Harry's personal image in order to gain new ownership of the group.
Secondly, now...
Harry possesses a full set of advanced technological equipment and a strong physique.
What if he gets pushed too far and comes back to take revenge?!
He did watch the news this morning; he knows Spider-Man is Harry's friend.
To prepare for tonight's performance, he specially prepared a lot of jars, a whole set of Shi Gou jars!
The purpose of the attack was to distract Spider-Man, at least to prevent Spider-Man from easily defeating the enemy, and consequently to make things more difficult for Harry.
just in case...
What if Spider-Man helps him?
Damn it!!!
He suddenly realized that his seemingly flawless plan had been riddled with countless flaws!
and many more!
McCann adjusted the recording and moved the playback clip back a bit.
Pay attention to the placement of the serum.
McCann immediately got up from his seat and walked to the spot where the video content was paused.
"It's still there..."
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The syringes are arranged in a row, each corresponding to a specific time period, when the injection is to be given.
McCann could feel his breathing becoming heavy and labored.
He hesitated.
He is making a judgment.
Hesitant about whether to get serum injection, wondering if it would have any negative effects on him.
The serum had a positive effect on Harry that was virtually undetectable.
After being injected with the serum, the once frail and sickly young man became exceptionally energetic, and even developed abdominal muscles!
He didn't have any...
Bang bang bang!
McCann felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
No!
He had dedicated his life to the Osborne Corporation, and he couldn't let Harry take it away so easily again!
McCann picked up the serum and injected it into his arm.
laugh-
The gleaming needle pierced the loose skin and entered the blood vessel, slowly delivering the liquid.
Perhaps it's psychological, or perhaps it's just the truth.
McCann felt exceptionally comfortable.
啵—
Once all the serum in the syringe had been injected into his body, McCann let out a comfortable groan.
He went to the place where medical supplies were kept, picked up a cotton ball, and pressed it against the skin where the needle had pierced.
After finishing these tasks, McCann returned to his chair at his computer desk.
He recalled the scene when Harry had just received the injection.
At that moment, Harry seemed to have...
Ten minutes later.
McCann suddenly woke up with a start.
He immediately stood up, glanced around, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure the entire laboratory was clear of the mess.
"call."
Then, in the next second, he touched his abdomen.
"Wow, he really does have abs..."
'
McCann froze, because he could clearly feel the change in his voice.
like...
I feel like I've become younger!
He tried to find any mirror that could reflect light, but clicked his tongue in the process.
My neck is a little itchy.
McCann scratched himself and continued searching.
Then he couldn't help but hiss.
It seems the scratching wasn't very effective.
So he scratched and searched, from his neck to his scalp, and then from his scalp to his cheeks, and finally found the small mirror that Ms. A used for makeup in a corner of a table.
"hehe..."
He couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Just a little bit behind.
Norman almost survived.
Cherish the precious opportunity.
He felt sorry for Norman's death.
He was also furious that his son Harry had been given a new life.
What right does a callow youth have to take over this corporation?!
A sudden rebirth?!
"Hehe...hahaha..."
'
Why are you laughing again?
The pain and itching sensation that followed was like a spreading spider web, starting from the neck and spreading to the cheeks, then the back, and finally covering the whole body.
He immediately fell to the ground, curling up into a ball.
The mirror, which he had been holding, fell to the ground, right in front of him.
The way his hands scratched and clawed at various parts of his body made it impossible for him to make a move.
Damn it!
Why is it so itchy!
Shouldn't the serum have been successfully administered?!
"Hahaha... Huang laughed... Hahahaha... Damn it!"
He didn't know what he was laughing at, nor did he know why he was laughing.
Perhaps it was because of Norman's death?
Or would you rather completely destroy Harry's public image?
Or perhaps it's a joke that the "flawless" plan had such a serious flaw.
"Hahaha...
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stop now!
Hahahaha...
""
Huang laughed again, Donald McCann!
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
Please, I'm begging you, Huang, don't let out that damned laughter again!!!
Damn it, what's so funny about this!
Finally, at a certain moment.
I can't laugh anymore.
It was as if something was forcibly stuck in its throat, and the laughter was condensed into strength, spreading to every part of its body.
He eventually picked up the mirror from the ground.
It's broken.
It was broken into four pieces.
And we don't even know when it broke.
The birth of each crack creates a different mirror, reflecting his current appearance.
"6
""
He gazes at himself, and each of his own self gazes at him.
"Ha—no, no, no...this isn't real...this isn't real!!!"
The figure above A was simultaneously on the Ya Road.
Boo!
He crushed the small, round mirror with one hand.
More fragments fell from his palm to the ground.
A heavier new mirror was formed.
And each of these mirrors, through mutual reflection, forms countless other mirrors.
Thousands upon thousands of mirrors reflect thousands upon thousands of grinning figures, just like thousands upon thousands of knife-wielding demons.
then.
Laughter broke out again.
Haha ...
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Happy Halloween, Harry.
Dao Gui Ru Shi Ya.