Ch: 49-55
Chapter 49: The Osborn Group Now Belongs to Gilda!
Fisk Tower, Top Floor.
A fierce wind howled through the empty office, carrying shards of broken glass.
Ding—
The elevator doors opened.
Gwen and Felicia walked out, one after the other.
The sight before them caused both women to gasp in shock.
The once-luxurious office looked as if it had been carpet-bombed by missiles; the walls were covered in terrifying cracks, and the expensive Persian rug had been reduced to charcoal.
That once-unbeatable underground emperor, Kingpin, was currently being dragged toward the emergency medical room by Wesley like a pile of limp mud, his life or death unknown.
And in the center of this field of ruins...
Johnny stood tall under the moonlight, hands in his pockets.
The casual clothes he wore were still spotless, and not a single strand of his hair was out of place.
He turned around, his face wearing that signature calm smile as he looked gently at the two of them.
"You two heroines have worked hard."
Johnny opened his arms to welcome his two confidantes.
"Is the trouble downstairs all settled?"
"Of course."
Felicia walked to Johnny's side, glancing at the devastation around them, a flash of shock and admiration in her eyes.
"Just a bunch of rabble, they weren't even worth looking at."
"But here..."
She pointed at the mess all over the floor.
"What about that fat guy? Did you finish him off?"
"I left him with a breath of life."
Johnny shrugged with an air of indifference.
"After all, I have to rely on him to make money for the family in the future. I won't do something like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."
"Wesley just dragged him off for emergency treatment. I reckon... he'll be bedridden for half a year or so."
Hearing this, Gwen's beautiful eyes were full of wonder.
Kingpin!
The criminal monarch who had given her father, Chief George, a headache for over a decade.
In front of this man, he didn't even have the room to resist and was crushed directly to this point.
"Johnny... you are amazing!"
Gwen walked to Johnny's side, her eyes filled with admiration and a sense of peace.
The absolute sense of security brought by such a strong person allowed her nerves, which had been tense during the battle, to completely relax.
"That's right."
Johnny smiled and reached out to gently wrap his arms around both of their shoulders.
"Since the trouble is all settled..."
He looked out at the bustling night view through the window and said softly,
"Then it's time for us to go home."
"Everyone is tired tonight, let's go back and get some good rest."
Gwen and Felicia looked at each other, seeing the tenderness and tacit understanding in each other's eyes.
On this night fraught with danger, how lucky they were to have such a man to rely on.
"Mhm, let's go home."
...In a high-end apartment in Manhattan.
The night was deep, and the moonlight was like water.
The three of them, having experienced a great battle, didn't say much.
Some feelings don't need intense words to be expressed; companionship itself is the longest-lasting confession of love.
That night, the neon lights outside continued to flicker, while inside was a scene of warmth and tranquility.
All the smoke and slaughter were kept outside the door.
Their bond quietly deepened in this quiet time... The next day at noon.
Sunlight spilled onto the floor through the gaps in the curtains.
Johnny woke up feeling refreshed.
The two women beside him were still sound asleep; the battle and rushing around last night had indeed consumed a great deal of their physical strength.
Johnny didn't disturb them, getting up quietly and going to the living room to pour himself a glass of water.
Just then, that wonderful mechanical voice arrived as scheduled.
[Ding!]
[Detected that the emotional bond between the host and Gwen Stacy and Felicia Hardy has further deepened!]
[Three people, one heart; their strength can cut through gold!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a special achievement reward: Spirit Bomb(Elementary)!]
[Skill Description: A secret technique from the North Kai, which can collect the life energy (Genki) of surrounding living beings to condense into a massive energy sphere! Note: At the elementary stage, it can only collect energy within a ten-mile radius and requires charging time. It deals massive bonus damage to evil creatures!]
[Extra Reward: Family reproduction probability significantly increased (Felicia Hardy)!]
Johnny's hand holding the water glass tightened slightly.
Spirit Bomb?!
This was Son Goku's ultimate trump card from dragon ball!
Although it was only the elementary level, it was a skill with extremely high growth potential. It was a divine technique for clearing out large groups of minions or dealing with villains with stubborn vitality!
And... Felicia's reproduction probability increased?
Johnny glanced back toward the bedroom, a kind, fatherly smile curling his lips.
It seemed the progress bar for the core mission of the many children many blessings system was about to speed up again.
The rise of the Saiyan family was just around the corner!
"Whew..."
Johnny took a sip of water to calm his emotions.
Then, he casually picked up the remote on the table and turned on the television.
Overwhelming news instantly filled the screen, with every channel bombarding the same piece of information in rotation.
[Breaking! The Osborn Group has undergone major personnel changes once again!]
[A mysterious consortium has aggressively acquired Osborn shares, with the shareholding ratio exceeding 51%!]
[It is reported that this consortium used lightning-fast methods to sweep the board of directors overnight!]
[With the previous chairman Norman Osborn barely cold in his grave, has the Osborn Empire already declared a change of ownership?]
Watching those 'experts' and 'professors' on the screen spitting out their analyses, Johnny gave a cold laugh.
He picked up his phone from the table.
Sure enough, there was an unread text message.
It was from an unknown number, but Johnny knew it was sent by that fat guy, Kingpin.
[Master, I have successfully fulfilled my mission.]
[The acquisition of 53% of the Osborn Group's shares has been completed. The relevant equity transfer documents and official seals have been delivered to the mailbox downstairs of your apartment.]
[Additionally, those old fogies on the board of directors have been 'persuaded' by me. They expressed great support for your takeover and are willing to cooperate with all reforms without a word of dissent.]
[Young Master Harry Osborn is currently at Presbyterian Hospital, and his condition is... stable.]
Looking at this message, Johnny nodded with satisfaction.
As expected of Kingpin.
His efficiency was truly high.
Even with almost every bone in his body broken and lying on a hospital bed, he could still command remotely and get things done flawlessly.
As for how he 'persuaded' the board of directors?
Johnny could probably guess how much coercion and bribery that process involved, but that was exactly why he needed Kingpin to do it.
To deal with wicked people, you need someone even more wicked.
Starting from today.
The Osborn Group, a behemoth holding Marvel's top biological technology, officially belongs to Gilda!
The laboratories here, the cross-species gene technology, and those black-tech equipments hidden in the shadows...
All of them will become his resource pool for becoming stronger and arming his confidantes!
Knock, knock, knock.
Just then, the sound of knocking on the door rang out.
Johnny went over and opened the door, but no one was there.
Only a high-end black briefcase sat quietly on the rug, printed with the Osborn Group logo.
Johnny picked up the briefcase and weighed it in his hand.
It was very heavy.
That was the weight of power and wealth.
"Not bad."
He turned and closed the door, tossing the briefcase onto the sofa, his gaze sweeping toward the bedroom.
"With Osborn's resources, Gwen's suit can be upgraded, and Felicia's equipment can also be modernized."
"Next..."
A glint of light flashed in Johnny's eyes.
"Is it time to prepare a gift for Mary Jane as well?"
"After all, I can't favor one over the other."
Since he had already won over two, the third one should also be put on the agenda.
"Mary Jane..."
Johnny looked out at the bustling Manhattan through the window, his lips curling slightly.
"Are you ready to welcome your transformation?"
Chapter 50: Hehe, You'll Know Once You've Tried It
Night fell.
Johnny stood by the roadside and hailed a taxi.
"To Queens."
Johnny gave an address.
It was Mary Jane Watson's home.
Unlike his luxury apartment in Manhattan, the night in Queens felt more grounded—or rather, more noisy and chaotic.
But this didn't dampen Johnny's good mood.
After all.
He was going to harvest the fruits... Half an hour later.
The taxi stopped in front of a slightly old apartment building.
Johnny paid, straightened his collar, and stepped upstairs.
The lights in the hallway flickered, and the walls were covered in graffiti.
He could even hear the sounds of arguments and plates smashing coming from the room next door.
"So this is MJ's original family environment?"
Johnny shook his head.
No wonder this woman was so determined to climb up, to become famous, and to seize every opportunity to change her fate.
Growing up in such an environment.
One either rotted in the mud.
Or, one had to learn to use all of their capital to exchange for a ticket to high society.
And MJ was clearly the latter.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Johnny stood before a somewhat mottled wooden door and knocked gently three times.
He didn't have to wait long.
Almost as soon as the knocking stopped, hurried footsteps came from inside.
"Click."
The door opened.
Mary Jane appeared at the door in loungewear.
She had clearly just showered; her hair was still damp and draped over her shoulders, and she smelled of cheap but pleasant-smelling body wash.
That somewhat loose large T-shirt covered her proud curves but revealed a pair of fair and slender legs.
This domestic, lazy feeling, compared to her dressed-up appearance at the banquet that night, actually added a different kind of temptation.
"John... Johnny?!"
Seeing the man standing at the door.
Mary Jane's eyes, which were originally a bit tired, instantly lit up.
Surprise, unexpectedness, and a hint of fluster.
She subconsciously tugged at the hem of her shirt, seemingly feeling that her outfit was too casual.
"You... why are you here?"
"What? Not welcome?"
Johnny leaned against the doorframe with one hand, that signature smirk appearing on his face again.
His gaze unashamedly swept over Mary Jane.
Especially lingering on those long legs for two seconds.
"I remember someone saying."
"That I could come and find her whenever I wanted."
"And even..."
"That she had some secrets she wanted to tell me alone?"
Mary Jane's face flushed red instantly.
She certainly remembered what she had said.
She just hadn't expected the surprise to come so quickly and suddenly.
"Of... of course you're welcome!"
Mary Jane quickly stepped aside and let Johnny in.
"Please come in! The place is a bit messy, don't mind it."
Johnny walked into the room.
The apartment was very small, even crowded.
The living room was piled with various cheap cosmetics and clothes—outfits Mary Jane had prepared for auditions.
Although messy, it was full of the bustling atmosphere of someone working hard at life.
"What would you like to drink? I only have instant coffee and water..."
Mary Jane stood to the side somewhat awkwardly, her hands twisting together.
In front of a top-tier rich kid like Johnny (even if it was stolen), her humble family background made her feel a hint of inferiority.
"No need to bother."
Johnny turned around and approached Mary Jane step by step.
"I didn't come here to drink water."
Seeing Johnny's highly aggressive gaze.
Mary Jane's heart raced, and she subconsciously backed away until her back pressed against the cold wall.
Nowhere to retreat.
"Then... what did you come for?"
Mary Jane looked up, her eyes hazy and her breathing rapid.
Asking while already knowing the answer.
This was also a form of flirtation.
"To fulfill a promise."
Johnny reached out a hand and propped it against the wall beside Mary Jane's ear.
A standard kabedon pose.
That strong masculine pheromone instantly surrounded Mary Jane.
"I've settled things on Gwen's side."
Johnny lowered his head, his nose almost touching Mary Jane's.
His voice was raspy and low, carrying an irresistible magic.
"She agreed."
"What?!"
Mary Jane's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
"Gwen... she really agreed?"
"Of course."
The corners of Johnny's mouth curled up as his fingers gently hooked a strand of Mary Jane's red hair, twirling it around his fingertip.
"We didn't just have an in-depth exchange about the mysteries of biology."
"We also happened to discuss the feasibility of expanding the family members."
"She's a kind girl, and a smart one too."
"She knows that some pleasures are too much for one person to bear."
"She needs a good sister to help share the load."
Although there was a lot of exaggeration in Johnny's words.
At this moment, in this narrow and ambiguous space.
Mary Jane's brain was completely clouded by the surprise.
Gwen agreed!
What did this mean?
It meant she could finally stand by this man's side openly!
Even if she wasn't the only one, so what?
As long as she could hold onto this man.
As long as she could become his woman.
Her fate would be completely rewritten!
"Johnny..."
Mary Jane's eyes were slightly red, the excitement of a dream coming true making her tremble slightly.
She proactively reached out her hands and wrapped them around Johnny's waist.
She pressed her whole body against him.
"Thank you..."
"You're welcome."
Johnny's large hand slid down her back, finally stopping at that amazing curve.
He gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Mmm..."
Mary Jane let out a soft moan, her body turning as soft as a pool of water.
"However, a verbal thanks isn't enough."
Johnny nibbled on her ear and smirked.
"I'm a pragmatic person."
"I like to see action."
Mary Jane looked up, her seductive fox-like eyes full of desire.
She stood on her tiptoes and proactively kissed Johnny's lips.
"I understand..."
"Tonight, I'm yours."
"You can do... whatever you want."
Boom!
What more could he ask for?
Johnny felt the Ki in his body instantly boil.
He picked up Mary Jane in one go and strode toward the simple bedroom.
"This bed..."
Johnny glanced at the somewhat narrow single bed and frowned.
"It might be a bit hard to move around."
"It's okay..."
Mary Jane wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes like silk.
"We can... squeeze together."
"Or..."
"Try somewhere else?"
Hiss—
This little vixen!
She's even more playful than Felicia!
Johnny stopped talking nonsense.
He threw Mary Jane directly onto the bed.
Subsequently, he covered her with his whole body.
In this small and dilapidated rental room.
A "battle" regarding the rewriting of fate and genetic enhancement officially began...
"System, turn on auxiliary mode."
Johnny muttered in his mind.
At a time like this, how could he do without the system's assist?
[Ding! Detected that the host is performing an important life event!]
[Auxiliary mode is on!]
[Stamina enhancement! Perception enhancement! Charm aura fully activated!]
[Please enjoy this wonderful night to your heart's content, host!]
This night.
In this old apartment building in Queens.
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
The auntie next door would probably be cursing in the street again tomorrow.
Who knows how long passed.
The wind and rain subsided.
Mary Jane was like a cat that had been drained of its strength, slumped in Johnny's arms.
Her eyes were vacant, and she hadn't yet recovered from that out-of-body sensation.
Too... too strong.
This man.
In every aspect, he was so strong it made one despair, yet it was also addictive.
"How was it?"
Johnny lit an after-sex cigarette, leaned against the headboard, and looked comfortable.
"Do you believe in my strength now?"
"Bad man..."
Mary Jane punched him weakly.
"I feel like... I'm about to fall apart."
"It's better if you fall apart."
Johnny smiled and picked up the briefcase he had brought with him from the floor.
He opened it.
From inside, he took out a syringe glowing with a faint green light.
This was one of the spoils of war from when he raided the Osborn Laboratory.
A system-optimized Human Enhancement Serum (low-end version).
Although it couldn't compare to Captain America's Super Soldier Serum, and wasn't as exaggerated as Spider-Man's mutation.
It was enough to increase an ordinary person's physical fitness several times over.
Delay aging, enhance stamina.
Most importantly... it would make her a bit more durable in future "battles."
After all.
As Johnny's strength continued to improve.
An ordinary person's constitution really found it hard to keep up with his pace.
"What is this?"
Mary Jane looked at the glowing medicine, a bit curious.
"This is a gift for you."
Johnny grabbed Mary Jane's arm.
"You can think of it as... a miracle drug for beauty and health."
"It's also your ticket to join our big family."
Mary Jane didn't resist.
She had absolute trust in Johnny.
Even if it were poison.
As long as he gave it to her, she would drink it without hesitation.
"As long as it's from you, I'll like it."
Johnny didn't hesitate either.
He injected the medicine directly into Mary Jane's body.
As the liquid was pushed in.
Mary Jane's body suddenly tensed.
A warm current instantly flowed through her entire body, repairing the soreness caused by the overexertion earlier.
Even her skin became finer and more lustrous.
"So magical..."
Mary Jane looked at her hands, feeling full of power.
"Is this... a superpower?"
"Sort of."
Johnny casually threw the empty tube into the trash can.
Then he flipped over and pressed down on her again.
His eyes were fiery.
"Since you've recovered your strength."
"Then shouldn't we..."
"Start the second round?"
"This time..."
"Let's try that legendary Ten Thousand Worlds Shocking Palm?"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Hehe, you'll know once you've tried it..."
...The morning sunlight was a bit glaring.
Johnny woke up on Mary Jane's narrow single bed.
The red-haired beauty in his arms was still fast asleep, a satisfied smile on her lips, the tear stains at the corners of her eyes long dried.
Those were the marks left by the over-excitement last night.
"Tsk."
Johnny gently pulled out his arm, looking at Mary Jane's skin, which had become even fairer and finer after being nourished by the enhancement medicine.
He sighed in his heart.
As expected.
There are no worn-out fields, only exhausted oxen.
But fortunately.
He, this ox, was a Saiyan ox with cheats.
Even after plowing all night, he was still full of energy and could even take on ten more.
"Rest well, my big star."
Johnny leaned down and planted a kiss on Mary Jane's smooth forehead.
Then he got up and got dressed.
Today.
Was a big day.
The board of directors of the Osborn Group was still waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne... Manhattan, Osborn Tower.
This skyscraper, symbolizing the peak of biotechnology, was currently shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.
The doors to the top-floor conference room were tightly closed.
Dozens of powerful board members sat upright.
Their expressions weren't very good.
Although they were greedy and wanted to carve up the inheritance Norman left behind.
That "mysterious financial group" that had suddenly appeared was simply too ruthless.
Not only had they acquired more than half of the shares overnight.
But even those few "hard bones" who had originally clamored to resist had mysteriously "disappeared" last night.
"Creak—"
The heavy conference room doors were pushed open.
A massive figure, like a mountain of flesh, walked in first.
Kingpin.
At this moment, his body was wrapped in thick bandages—the price for having his sternum broken by Johnny's palm the night before last.
But his white suit was still crisp, and the fierce light in his small eyes was still bone-chilling.
"Everyone."
Kingpin's voice was raspy, carrying a thick scent of blood.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Wilson Fisk."
"And I am Mr. Gilda's... representative."
Hearing the name "Kingpin."
The business elites present turned pale instantly.
This explained everything.
Why the acquisition had been so smooth, and why the dissenters had disappeared.
It turned out this underground emperor was pulling the strings!
"Mr. Gilda?"
The leading white-haired director stood up tremblingly.
"Could... could it be that college student?"
"Watch your wording."
Kingpin gave him a cold glance, and the director instantly felt as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, falling back into his chair.
"That is your new boss."
Just as he finished speaking.
A series of light footsteps were heard.
Johnny walked in leisurely with his hands in his pockets, chewing a piece of gum as if he were strolling through his own backyard.
He was wearing a simple black T-shirt, not even a suit.
But when he walked into the conference room.
The air in the entire room seemed to freeze.
That was the aura of a strong person.
It was also the prestige forged from that battle last night.
Johnny walked straight to the head of the table.
That was originally Norman Osborn's seat.
He pulled out the chair and sat down boldly, resting his legs directly on the expensive mahogany conference table.
"Morning, everyone."
Johnny blew a bubble and his gaze swept across everyone's faces one by one.
"I heard you wanted to restructure the board?"
"And even kick Harry out of the game?"
No one dared to speak.
Everyone lowered their heads, staring at their toes as if flowers were growing there.
"It seems you've defaulted to agreement."
Johnny nodded, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
"However, the rules have changed now."
"From today on, the Osborn Group's name is Gilda."
"Who's in favor, and who's against?"
Dead silence.
Absolute dead silence.
Against?
What a joke!
Looking at Kingpin's gaze that seemed ready to devour people, and then looking at Johnny's "whoever opposes me, I'll kill" posture.
These life-cherishing capitalists nodded their heads like chickens pecking at grain.
"Very good."
Johnny clapped his hands in satisfaction.
"Since no one has any objections, the meeting is adjourned."
Chapter 51: Extremis? That's Mine Now
"I don't like listening to nonsense, and I like looking at your old faces even less."
"As long as you behave, your year-end dividends will be plenty."
"But if anyone dares to pull little tricks behind my back..."
Johnny's fingertips moved slightly.
"Swoosh!"
A golden beam of energy shot out instantly.
It grazed the white-haired director's scalp and pierced a large hole right through the solid wood wall behind him!
A burnt smell filled the air.
"This is the consequence."
"Now, get out."
...Three minutes later.
Only Johnny and Kingpin remained in the conference room.
"Well done."
Johnny glanced at Kingpin, who was standing respectfully behind him.
"Is your injury any better?"
"Thank you for your concern, Master. It's no longer a problem."
Kingpin lowered his head, his eyes filled with awe.
The battle last night had completely shattered all his pride.
Now, he only wanted to be a good dog.
"That's good."
Johnny stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city below.
"Take me to the lab."
"I want to see exactly how many good things that old ghost Norman left behind."
...The underground laboratory of the Osborn Group.
This was the core restricted area of the entire group, and the birthplace of countless black technologies.
Led by Kingpin, Johnny proceeded without any obstacles.
It had to be said.
Norman Osborn was indeed a genius, and a madman.
Not only was the semi-finished Super Soldier Serum (Human Enhancement Drug) here, but also various Individual Flight Units and prototypes of Pumpkin Bombs.
Even... in a sealed cryogenic pod, Johnny saw several unhatched Symbiote samples!
"Interesting."
Johnny's finger lightly brushed across the glass pod.
Although these Symbiotes were currently in a dormant state and nowhere near as powerful as Venom.
But if he used the system to modify them... maybe he could create some decent bio-suits?
While Johnny was visiting with great interest.
A heated argument drifted out from an independent laboratory ahead.
"I'll say it again! There's nothing wrong with my research!"
"It's the key to human evolution! The hope of the future!"
"What right do you have to cut my budget?!"
It was a woman's voice.
Angry, unwilling, and with a hint of hysteria.
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
This voice... sounds a bit familiar?
He followed the sound.
Through the glass door of the lab.
He saw a woman in a white lab coat, her long hair a bit messy, but her intellectual beauty still undeniable.
She was shouting at several men who looked like supervisors.
The woman held a thick data report in her hand, her eyes red.
"Maya Hansen?"
The name instantly surfaced in Johnny's mind.
The developer of Extremis!
The female scientist from Iron Man 3 who was both brilliant and somewhat tragic.
Unexpectedly.
She was actually working at the Osborn Group?
It made sense.
In this Marvel Universe, Osborn was the leader in biotechnology.
Where else would a top biologist like her go if not here?
"Dr. Hansen, please calm down."
A balding supervisor waved his hand impatiently.
"Your so-called 'Extremis Project' is too risky!"
"Just yesterday, another test subject exploded!"
"That's an explosion! Not fireworks!"
"The company has no more money to burn for you. Mr. Norman is dead, and this project must be terminated immediately!"
"Terminated?!"
Maya Hansen trembled with rage.
"It's just a little bit away! Once the heat accumulation problem is solved, it will be perfect!"
"You short-sighted fools! You have no idea how great this invention is!"
"Security! Take her out!"
The supervisor had clearly lost his patience and waved directly toward the door.
Two security guards rushed in immediately, about to grab Maya's arms.
"Let go of me! You can't do this!"
Maya Hansen struggled desperately, but her frail frame was no match for the security guards.
She was about to be forcibly dragged away.
"Wait."
A lazy voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.
Everyone stopped.
Johnny leaned against the doorframe, playing with his coin, watching the farce inside with a playful expression.
Kingpin stood behind him like an iron tower, radiating a suffocating pressure.
"B... Boss?!"
The supervisor almost fell to his knees in fright when he saw Kingpin.
Maya Hansen was also stunned and stopped struggling.
She looked at the excessively handsome young man before her, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
Boss?
So young?
"Let her go."
Johnny said flatly.
The two guards immediately let go, backing away as if they had touched a hot potato.
Maya Hansen straightened her wrinkled lab coat and looked at Johnny warily.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the new boss of this company."
Johnny stepped in, his gaze sweeping over Maya Hansen without restraint.
It had to be said.
This kind of mature, intellectual female scientist indeed had a unique charm.
Especially that face flushed with anger, and her figure which, though hidden by the lab coat, still showed its proportions.
Tsk.
Is this what they call uniform temptation?
"Dr. Maya Hansen, right?"
Johnny walked up to her, picked up the data report on the table, and flipped through it casually.
"Extremis?"
"Using the body's bioelectricity to rewrite DNA, thereby gaining super regenerative abilities and fire power?"
"Good idea."
Johnny closed the report and looked into Maya Hansen's expectant eyes.
A playful smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"However..."
"Your formula is missing a key variable."
"That's why your test subjects always pop like popcorn."
Maya Hansen was stunned.
Her pupils contracted sharply, as if she had seen something incredible.
"You... you can understand it?"
You should know, this was the result of over a decade of her hard work!
The formulas inside were extremely complex; even if Tony Stark came, he wouldn't be able to find the problem in just two glances!
This young man... who on earth is he?!
"I know a bit, just a bit."
Johnny shrugged, his calm demeanor being the height of posturing.
"After all, I'm something of a biological genius myself."
(Actually, it was because the knowledge base provided by the system was too comprehensive.)
He leaned in close to Maya Hansen, and his strong masculine scent instantly enveloped her.
"Dr. Hansen."
"Do you want to complete your research?"
"Do you want to make Extremis perfect?"
"Do you want to make those who looked down on you kneel at your feet in repentance?"
Every question struck the depths of Maya Hansen's soul.
It was her lifelong pursuit and her obsession.
"I... I do!"
Maya Hansen's voice trembled slightly, her eyes burning with the fire of ambition.
"That's good."
Johnny smiled.
Smiling like a creepy uncle luring a little girl with a lollipop.
"I can give you unlimited funding."
"I can give you the top-tier laboratory."
"Even..."
Johnny extended a finger and lightly tapped the center of Maya Hansen's forehead.
"I can even tell you what that missing variable is."
"But..."
"There's no such thing as a free lunch."
"I need you..."
Johnny's gaze became deep and fervent.
"To belong completely to me."
"Whether it's your person or your talent."
[Ding!]
[Detected classic high-quality Marvel female — Maya Hansen!]
[Target Identity: Extremis developer, high-IQ biologist.]
[Detected target is at a low point in life, craving recognition and financial support!]
[System Suggestion: Host, do not hesitate, take her now! Extremis is a divine skill for mass-producing super soldiers!]
[Conquest Reward Preview: High-temperature Resistance, Bioelectric Manipulation, and... a certain special "hot" experience!]
Listening to the system's prompt.
The smile on Johnny's face grew even wider.
A special hot experience?
Wouldn't that be... a built-in heating function?
Hiss—
If this were used in certain indescribable places... that taste... "How about it, Dr. Hansen?"
Johnny extended his hand, palm up, in a gesture of invitation.
"Do you want to sign an indenture with me?"
Maya Hansen looked at the charming man before her.
Seeing the confidence in his eyes that seemed to see through everything.
Her heart wavered.
Or rather.
She had no reason to refuse at all.
For her ideals, to take revenge on those who looked down on her.
Let alone an indenture.
Even if she had to sell her soul to the devil, she would be willing!
What's more... this devil was also so handsome.
"Deal."
Maya Hansen took a deep breath.
She placed her slightly cold hand into Johnny's burning palm.
At that moment.
She knew.
She was definitely on this pirate ship for good.
Chapter 52: Your Formula, I'll Fill It In
But she didn't care.
As long as she could complete Extremis, as long as she could prove that it was a huge mistake for that damn Tony Stark to ignore her back in Bern.
Even if she had to sell her soul to the devil, she would be willing.
"Very good."
Johnny felt the soft, boneless touch in his palm, and a satisfied arc curled at the corner of his mouth.
He exerted a slight force, pulling Maya Hansen a few inches closer.
The distance between the two instantly shortened to an extremely ambiguous degree.
"Since you're my employee now, shouldn't we... discuss the details of the work in depth?"
Johnny's gaze lingered unashamedly at the open collar of the white lab coat.
Once this kind of mature and intellectual female scientist breaks through that layer of rational shell,
the passion that erupts would definitely be more violent than a volcanic eruption.
"This place... is the laboratory."
Maya Hansen's breathing was a bit hurried, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't push Johnny away.
Instead, there was a hint of longing in her eyes.
It was an attachment to the strong, and a desire to explore the unknown.
"The laboratory?"
Johnny chuckled, looking around at the cold instruments and test tubes.
"Isn't this just right?"
"Scientific research is about making bold hypotheses and carefully verifying them."
"I think the height of this lab bench is just right."
"Ahem."
Just then, Kingpin, who had been standing at the door acting as background noise, tactfully lowered his head.
"Master, I'll go outside to deal with those blind security guards and, by the way... clear this floor."
"No one will come up to disturb you within half an hour."
Look at that.
This is what you call professional!
This is the awareness of a top-tier tool man!
Johnny gave Kingpin an appreciative look.
"Go on."
As the heavy laboratory door slowly closed, the electronic lock that isolated the outside Worldautomatically engaged.
The entire space instantly became private and quiet.
Only the hum of the operating instruments and the gradually heavy breathing of the two remained.
"Well then, Dr. Hansen."
Johnny let go of Maya's hand and instead leaned on the edge of the lab bench, circling her in his arms.
That strong sense of pressure made Maya's legs feel a bit weak.
"I said earlier that your formula was missing a variable."
Johnny wasn't in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he picked up a marker nearby and casually wrote a series of complex biological gene sequence formulas on the whiteboard behind him.
This was the core algorithm of the perfect version of Extremis given by the system.
"The core of Extremis lies in using the brain's repair center to rewrite DNA."
"However, there's a limit to the human body's bioelectricity."
"Once the energy overloads, it will be like a bomb—Boom!"
Johnny made an explosion gesture, making Maya shrink her neck in fear.
"So, you need a stabilizer."
"A... coolant that can neutralize this violent heat energy."
As he spoke, Johnny added a special symbol to the end of the formula, like the finishing touch.
Boom!
Maya Hansen's eyes, which were originally somewhat blurred, became clear and fanatical the moment she saw that symbol.
She was a genius.
She understood it instantly!
"Oh my God..."
Maya tremblingly reached out her hand, stroking the formula on the whiteboard as if stroking a rare treasure.
"This is it... the answer I've been searching for for five years is actually right here!"
"How could you know this? This involves the field of Quantum Biology..."
Maya suddenly turned around, her gaze toward Johnny changing.
If before she had yielded to power and money,
then now,
it was the worship brought by complete intellectual crushing!
For this kind of high-IQ woman, the sexiness of the brain was far more lethal than the body.
"I told you, I'm a genius."
Johnny threw away the marker and approached again.
"Now, I've completed the formula for you."
"In exchange, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"
"To belong... completely to me?"
Maya looked at the man before her, who was as omnipotent as a god.
She felt her cerebral cortex secreting a large amount of dopamine.
That sense of excitement even exceeded the joy of experimental success.
"Of course, BOSS..."
Maya took the initiative to unbutton her white lab coat, revealing the tight professional attire underneath.
She stood on her tiptoes, her red lips slightly parted, her gaze lingering.
"You can do the experiment... however you want."
"I want to verify something."
Johnny picked her up and placed her on the cold lab bench.
His large hand moved up naturally.
"Just how hot the high temperature brought by Extremis is."
"Mmh..."
...[Ding!]
[Detected that the host has successfully conquered a Marvel potential female—Maya Hansen!]
[Target Identity: Mother of Extremis, high-IQ scientist.]
[Achievement Unlocked: Knowledge is Power (Physical)!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the binding reward: High Temperature Resistance(Advanced)!]
[Skill Description: Now, you won't even feel hot taking a bath in lava. Combined with the Saiyanbloodline, you can basically ignore most burn damage from energy attacks!]
[Obtained extra reward: Bioelectricity Manipulation (Beginner)!]
[Skill Description: You can release bioelectric currents like an electric eel. Although currently it can only be used to charge a phone or... increase the stimulation of certain activities, the potential is limitless!]
Listening to the system's prompt in his mind,
Johnny, who was undergoing "human biology research," had a wicked smile curl at the corner of his mouth.
High Temperature Resistance?
This is quite practical.
If I encounter that fire-wielding Ghost Rider or some Fire Giant Surtur in the future,
I can just stand and fight without fear!
As for Bioelectricity Manipulation... Johnny had a thought.
A faint blue arc of electricity instantly flashed from his fingertip.
"Ah!"
Maya beneath him suddenly tensed her body and let out a high-pitched scream.
That tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body.
"What's wrong?"
Johnny asked knowingly with a wicked smile.
"There's... electricity..."
Maya's eyes were blurred, and she looked as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
"Those are the sparks of love."
Johnny kissed her lips, pushing this experiment to its climax... An hour later.
Johnny tidied his clothes and walked out of the laboratory feeling refreshed.
On the lab bench behind him, Maya Hansen lay there wrapped in her white lab coat, looking satisfied and exhausted.
In her eyes, besides worship, there was also a hint of deep attachment.
This man.
Not only had he solved the problem that had plagued her for five years,
but he had also completely conquered her in other ways.
"Take good care of her."
Johnny instructed Kingpin, who was guarding the door.
"Also, seal off this floor. No one is allowed to enter except on my orders."
"The Extremis project is to be classified as the group's highest secret."
"Yes, Master."
Kingpin bowed respectfully without any extra words.
Johnny nodded and strode toward the elevator.
The Osborn Group had already been taken.
Extremis was also in his pocket.
This wave could be described as making a huge profit.
"Next..."
Johnny stood in the elevator, watching the jumping numbers, his gaze deep.
"With Extremis, Super Soldiers can be mass-produced."
"However, just having soldiers isn't enough."
"Equipment is also needed."
In his mind, the thing he had seen in the cryo-chamber earlier surfaced.
Symbiote.
Although it wasn't on the level of Venom, if it were used to make Biological Armor... combined with the regenerative ability of Extremis...
Tsk tsk.
That kind of scene would simply be too beautiful.
"Ding."
The elevator reached the top floor.
Johnny had just walked out of the elevator when his phone rang.
He picked it up to look.
It was a text from Gwen.
[Johnny, are you coming home for dinner tonight? Felicia said she bought a new... ahem, anyway, you know.]
Looking at this text, Johnny's eyebrows instantly shot up.
New?
A Catwoman Suit? Or something even more exciting?
The fire that had somewhat subsided in the lab instantly showed signs of rising again.
Is this the side effect of the many children many blessings system?
It's really... so damn likable!
[Coming back! Definitely coming back!]
[Wash up and wait for me!]
Johnny quickly replied and then, whistling, strode out of the Osborn Tower.
As for work?
That was Kingpin's business.
The boss's task is to enjoy life and, by the way, save the World (make people)... Meanwhile.
In a special care ward of a private hospital in New York.
Harry Osborn, his entire body wrapped in bandages like a mummy,
was staring intently at the news report on the television screen.
[Osborn Group changes hands! Mysterious billionaire Johnny Gilda becomes the new chairman!]
[It is reported that the board of directors passed it unanimously, and the former chairman Norman Osborn has been confirmed dead...]
"Johnny... Gilda!"
Harry's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
That hatred almost overflowed from his eyes.
Although he didn't know exactly what had happened,
but he wasn't stupid.
His father had just died, he had just been crippled, and this kid takes over?
How could there be such a coincidence in this World!
"It must be you..."
"You killed my father... and took my company..."
Harry's fingers dug deep into the bedsheets.
"I won't let you get away with this..."
"Absolutely not!"
Just then,
a swirl of eerie green smoke suddenly drifted in from outside the window.
Accompanied by a burst of spine-chilling cackling.
"Do you want revenge, Little Osborn?"
"I can give you power..."
Harry suddenly turned his head.
Only to see that in the green smoke,
a blurry figure was slowly emerging.
That face... was none other than his dead father Norman Osborn's hideous Green Goblin mask!
"Father?!"
Chapter 53: Korean Girls Are More Sensible After All
Osborn Tower, top-floor Chairman's office.
Johnny sat in that wide leather executive chair, swirling a glass of golden whiskey in his hand.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the prosperity of all of New York was in full view.
This feeling of having the World under his feet.
It felt damn good!
"Master."
Kingpin's massive frame stood before the desk like a wall, his voice respectful and low.
"As per your instructions, the production line for Extremis has begun its conversion."
"Additionally, those board members who opposed you have all signed the equity transfer agreements... before their 'accidental' car crashes."
Johnny nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done."
"To deal with these greedy capitalists, one must use some extraordinary means."
He put down the wine glass and turned his gaze toward the massive cryo-chamber in the corner of the office.
There, several masses of black viscous substance were slowly squirming in a dormant state.
Symbiote.
Although it wasn't Venom himself, these were good things the Osborn Group had brought back from outer space.
"How is the progress on Maya's side?" Johnny asked.
"Dr. Hansen is very... invested."
A rare, strange expression appeared on Kingpin's flesh-heavy face.
"Ever since you gave her that formula, and... well, after your 'in-depth communication'."
"She's been working in the lab like a madwoman, saying she wants to create the most perfect super soldier for you."
"She even asked me when she could see you again; she has some 'academic questions' she wants to consult you on."
Tsk.
This woman has developed a taste for it.
A wicked smile curved at the corner of Johnny's mouth.
It seems that shot of "Enhancement Serum" wasn't deep enough; she's already wanting more?
However.
The current priority isn't going to the lab to get frisky.
But another big project.
"Extremis is good, but it's targeted at physical modification."
"To build a truly invincible legion, that alone isn't enough."
Johnny's fingers tapped lightly on the desk.
"We need more advanced biological regeneration technology to coordinate with the fusion of the Symbiote."
"I heard a top geneticist from Korea is visiting Osborn today?"
Kingpin immediately nodded and handed over a file.
"Yes, Master."
"Dr. Helen Zhao (Dr. Helen Cho), a World-renowned geneticist and the developer of the 'Regeneration Cradle' technology."
"She was originally invited by Norman Osborn for an exchange, with the goal of seeking financial support from the Osborn Group."
Helen Zhao?
That beautiful doctor who was controlled by Ultron in 'Avengers 2' and created Vision's body?
Johnny's eyes lit up instantly.
This is a top-tier prize!
Not only is she beautiful, but that technology... ahem, that scientific research technology is also top-notch.
If he could bring her under his wing too.
Regeneration Cradle technology + Extremis + Symbiote.
This is practically a god-making assembly line!
"Interesting."
Johnny adjusted his collar and stood up.
"Since she's a distinguished guest, as the new Chairman, I naturally must receive her in person."
"Let's go to the conference room."
...Osborn Tower, VIP Conference Room.
Dr. Helen Zhao sat in a chair, looking at her watch somewhat anxiously.
She wore a well-tailored professional skirt suit, her long black hair tied back, looking capable and intellectual.
That typical Eastern face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, her skin fair and smooth; even her glasses couldn't hide the spiritual aura in her eyes.
"Is this new Chairman actually reliable?"
Helen Zhao muttered to herself.
She had originally come for Norman Osborn's reputation; after all, the Osborn Group's financial power in the field of biotechnology was beyond doubt.
But who knew that as soon as she arrived in New York, she would hear that Osborn had changed leadership.
Does that young man named Johnny Gilda really understand science?
Or is he just a barbarian who rose to power through violence?
Just as she was lost in thought.
"Creak—"
The conference room door was pushed open.
A tall and handsome figure entered, bringing with him a powerful aura.
In that instant.
Helen Zhao felt as if the light in the entire conference room had brightened a bit.
So... so handsome!
Having spent years among "mad scientist" circles, where had Helen Zhao ever seen a handsome guy of this caliber?
Those perfect features, that tall stature, and that overbearing confidence in his bones.
He was a hundred times more dazzling than those Asian Hollywood stars!
"Sorry, Dr. Zhao, for keeping you waiting."
Johnny smiled as he walked forward and extended his hand.
"I am Johnny Gilda, the new Master of the Osborn Group."
Helen Zhao was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly stood up to shake hands.
"He... Hello, Mr. Gilda."
His hand was warm and strong.
Helen Zhao felt her heart skip a couple of beats for some reason.
Is this the legendary... hormonal strike?
[Ding!]
[Detected Marvel classic high-quality female—Helen Zhao!]
[Target Identity: World-class geneticist, mother of the "Regeneration Cradle".]
[Body Measurements: B88/W60/H90]
[Current Favorability: 40 (Stunned at first sight)]
[System Suggestion: Host, do not let her go! This woman possesses artificial body technology and is the key to building the strongest harem... ahem, the strongest legion!]
[Conquest Reward Preview: Cell Regeneration Technology, Nano-medical Technology, and... the gentle embrace of an Eastern woman!]
Hearing the system's prompt in his mind, the smile on Johnny's face grew even brighter.
40 favorability?
It seems this face really is a universal winner.
Even a cold, intellectual female doctor can't resist the justice of good looks.
"Please sit, Dr. Zhao."
Johnny gallantly pulled out a chair and sat opposite Helen Zhao, his gaze sweeping over her without restraint.
Professional attire, black stockings, high heels.
Tsk tsk.
This outfit was practically a challenge to his weaknesses.
"I heard Dr. Zhao is researching a technology called the 'Regeneration Cradle'?"
Johnny got straight to the point.
"Using nanomolecules to reshape human tissue, even creating organs and limbs out of thin air?"
Hearing her professional field discussed, Helen Zhao instantly regained her composure. The fangirl look vanished, replaced by the confidence of a scientist.
"Yes, Mr. Gilda."
"This is a revolutionary technology that can completely change the future of medicine."
"But, the current funding gap is large, and we've encountered some bottlenecks in the integration of nanomaterials..."
"Bottlenecks?"
Johnny chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his deep eyes looking directly at Helen Zhao.
"Is it because ordinary artificial tissue cannot withstand high-intensity energy transmission, causing cell collapse, right?"
Boom!
Helen Zhao's pupils contracted sharply.
She looked at Johnny in shock.
"How do you know? This is the top secret of my experiments!"
"And... this problem has troubled me for a long time; how did you see it?"
"I told you, I'm a genius."
Johnny pointed to his head and began his moment of showing off.
"The material you use is ordinary synthetic fiber; of course it can't hold up."
"But if..."
Johnny snapped his fingers.
Kingpin behind him immediately handed over a silver briefcase.
Johnny opened the case, which contained a tube of liquid emitting a faint golden light.
It was an improved base fluid extracted from Extremis.
"What if we add this?"
"Using the energy restructuring properties of Extremis as a binder for nanomolecules."
"Would your Regeneration Cradle be able to create... a true 'Body of God'?"
Helen Zhao stared intently at the tube of liquid. As an expert, she could tell at a glance that this thing was extraordinary.
Her breathing began to quicken, and her brain worked at high speed.
The pleasure of a sudden burst of inspiration made her whole body tremble.
"Genius... this is simply a genius idea!"
Helen Zhao looked up, her gaze toward Johnny having changed.
If she simply thought he was handsome before.
Now, it was a feeling of finding a kindred spirit, even an admiration of being conquered by such wisdom!
"Mr. Gilda... no, Johnny."
Helen Zhao was so excited she was somewhat incoherent, even subconsciously switching to a more intimate form of address.
"If you are willing to support me... I guarantee, three months! No, within one month, I can produce results!"
"Supporting you is naturally no problem."
Johnny closed the case, a meaningful smile curling on his lips.
"The Osborn Group has plenty of money and plenty of resources."
"But, Dr. Zhao."
"As you know, I am a businessman."
"With such a large investment, I need to see a return."
"Or..."
Johnny stood up, walked around the conference table, and came behind Helen Zhao.
His hands lightly rested on her rounded, fragrant shoulders.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I need some more personal... guarantees."
That warm breath sprayed onto Helen Zhao's sensitive earlobe.
It made her tremble, a tingling sensation instantly spreading through her body.
She wasn't stupid.
She naturally understood the implication.
In an environment like Korea where chaebols run rampant, she had seen plenty of this sort of thing.
But this time... facing this young, handsome, wealthy man who could even crush her in scientific attainment.
She found that she couldn't muster even a hint of resentment.
Even... she was a little expectant?
"Then... what kind of guarantee do you need?"
Helen Zhao's voice became somewhat soft and sweet, even carrying a hint of that coquettishness unique to Korean girls.
She slightly turned her head, her eyes looking at Johnny like water.
"Perhaps... we can change locations to talk in detail?"
Hiss—
Johnny cheered inwardly.
Korean girls really are sensible!
This awareness, this look.
She was practically born for the "unspoken rules"!
"Of course."
Johnny took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her slender waist, his large hand sliding down quite naughtily.
"In my office, there is a very comfortable lounge."
"The soundproofing there... is very good."
"We can study the human structure while discussing the mysteries of regeneration."
"What do you say, Helen?"
Helen Zhao's face was completely flushed, but she didn't refuse; instead, she obediently leaned into Johnny's embrace.
"I'll do whatever you say... Oppa."
That "Oppa" made Johnny's bones feel weak.
Who the hell could resist this!
[Ding!]
[Detected target Helen Zhao's favorability soaring!]
[Current Favorability: 80 (Heart secretly promised)]
[Congratulations to the Host for triggering a special event—Office Academic Seminar!]
[Host, please be sure to seize the opportunity and strive to take her down in one go!]
Johnny glanced at Kingpin, who was standing like a statue by the door.
"Guard the door."
"Even if that one-eyed Director comes, make him wait for me!"
"Yes, Master."
Kingpin respectfully closed the door.
Johnny picked up the beauty in his arms and strode toward the lounge inside.
Today.
He was going to properly experience this gentle embrace from the East.
Just how moist it really is!
Chapter 54: Birth of the Green Goblin
Osborn Tower, Top Floor Lounge.
The soundproofing here was indeed top-notch, just as Johnny had said.
No matter how high-pitched the academic discussions inside became, not a sound could be heard outside.
Only Kingpin, standing guard at the door,
with his far-beyond-human hearing, could occasionally catch a faint, indistinct trace of... Korean?
"Oppa..."
Kingpin stood there expressionless, like a tower of black iron.
But in his heart, he admired this new Master to the point of utter devotion.
Was this really someone coming to acquire a company?
This was clearly someone coming to stock up on goods!
Not only did he stock up on technology, but he even packed up the female scientist and took her with him... After a long while.
The lounge door finally opened.
A scent mixed with high-end perfume and a certain special scent of boxwood drifted out with the air circulation.
Johnny Gilda walked out, looking refreshed.
He adjusted his cuffs while glancing back.
He saw Dr. Helen Zhao leaning against the wall, following behind somewhat unsteadily.
Her originally meticulous bun had now fallen loose, draped over her shoulders, exuding a lazy charm.
On that delicate face, a lingering blush still remained.
Her glasses were nowhere to be seen, and her watery eyes were filled with submission.
"Slow down, Helen."
Johnny turned around and gently supported her.
"The... experimental data from just now, do you still need to digest it?"
"No... I'm fine."
Helen Zhao's voice was a bit raspy, caused by shouting for too long.
She looked up, and in her eyes looking at Johnny, besides admiration, there was more of a kind of fanaticism.
"BOSS... no, Johnny."
"I think I understand now."
"The thermal restructuring of Extremis, combined with my nano-cell regeneration technology..."
"As long as we add that special algorithm you provided as a bridge."
"We really can create miracles!"
Look at that.
This was the awareness of a top scientist.
Even though she had just experienced two hours of high-intensity 'physical exercise'.
The first thing on her mind was still scientific research.
This kind of woman was simply a treasure!
[Ding!]
[Detected that the host has successfully conquered a Marvel potential female—Helen Zhao!]
[Achievement unlocked: In-depth Exchange Across Borders!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the binding reward: Nano-Medical Pod (Blueprints)!]
[Skill Description: This is the ultimate form of the 'Regeneration Cradle'. As long as there is still a breath left, even if the head is cut off (probably), it can be reattached for you! Works even better when consumed with Senzu Beans!]
[Obtained extra reward: Intelligence attribute +10!]
[Current Favorability: 90 (Utterly Devoted)]
Listening to the system's prompt, Johnny felt his brain become a bit clearer.
Intelligence +10?
Now this was a good thing.
Although he had a system, who would complain about their brain being too useful?
"Very good."
Johnny patted Helen Zhao's... well, lower back, with satisfaction.
"Since you understand, then go to work."
"I'll have Kingpin arrange the best laboratory for you, right next door to Maya Hansen's."
"I think the two of you should have a lot in common."
The Mother of Extremis plus the Mother of the Regeneration Cradle.
This was the collision of fire and life.
Who knew what kind of Earth-shattering things these two women would come up with together?
Maybe... in the future, could there be a 'threesome' academic seminar?
Tsk.
Just thinking about it, Johnny felt he was a genius.
"Yes, I'll go right away!"
Mentioning work, Helen Zhao seemed to instantly regain full health.
She straightened her skirt, recovering some of her career-woman aura, but as she passed by Johnny, she couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes and peck him on the cheek.
"Tonight... are you coming to the hotel where I'm staying?"
"I brought several sets of traditional Korean... clothes."
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
Hanbok play?
Interesting.
"Depends on my schedule."
Johnny didn't commit to anything; after all, he still had a pregnant main consort at home and two vixens waiting to be fed.
After seeing off the reluctant Helen Zhao,
the smile on Johnny's face gradually faded.
He turned to look at Kingpin, who had been guarding the door.
"Is that thing ready?"
"It is ready, Master."
Kingpin walked to the hidden door in the office, entered the password, and passed the retinal scan.
With a sound of mechanical operation,
a wall slowly slid open,
revealing a special laboratory protected by layers of security measures inside.
In the center of the laboratory,
inside a huge, specially reinforced glass container,
a mass of black, oil-like viscous substance was frantically slamming against the glass walls.
It seemed to sense Johnny's arrival
and became exceptionally violent.
Symbiote!
And not just any ordinary sample.
This was the most active sample that Norman Osborn had spent a fortune to extract from a meteorite that crashed on Earth before he died!
"This is power..."
Johnny walked to the glass container and pressed his palm against the cold glass.
The black substance inside instantly gathered, trying to devour his palm through the glass.
"Want to eat me?"
Johnny gave a cold laugh.
The Qi inside his body suddenly erupted.
Boom!
An invisible pressure passed through the glass, slamming hard into the Symbiote.
That originally arrogant black mass instantly seemed to encounter its natural enemy, shrinking into a corner and turning into a trembling black ball.
In this Marvel Universe,
no one could defy him.
Not even alien life forms!
"Send it to Helen Zhao and Maya's joint laboratory."
Johnny withdrew his hand and gave a calm instruction.
"Tell them."
"I want a Biological Combat Suit that can perfectly integrate Extremis and regeneration technology."
"This mass of stuff is the raw material."
"If they can't make it..."
Johnny glanced back at Kingpin.
"Then tie the two of them together and send them to my bed to atone for their sins."
Kingpin's mouth twitched.
This punishment... are you sure it's not a reward?
"Yes, Master."
...While Johnny was busy integrating resources to build his biotech empire,
at Presbyterian Hospital in New York,
the window of the intensive care unit was opened at some point.
Harry Osborn, who was originally lying on the hospital bed with multiple fractures across his body, only able to survive on a ventilator,
was now nowhere to be found.
All that remained was an empty bed, torn IV tubes all over the floor,
and... that pungent smell of chemical agents lingering in the air.
That was the smell of the Osborn Group's long-sealed forbidden drug—the Human Enhancement Formula (Green Goblin Serum)!
Osborn Estate, Underground Secret Chamber.
This was the most secret Base of Norman Osborn during his lifetime; even Kingpin hadn't discovered it.
Under the dim light,
a figure was curled up on the ground in pain.
"Aaaaaagh—!!!"
Harry Osborn let out a Beast-like roar.
Under his skin, veins bulged like countless small snakes crawling about.
His originally broken bones, under the effect of that terrifying green medicine, were forcibly healing and restructuring.
That pain was ten times more intense than having every bone in his body broken!
But.
The hatred in his eyes sustained him, keeping him from passing out.
"Johnny... Gilda..."
"It was you... who took everything from me..."
"And it was you... who killed my father..."
Harry tremblingly reached out and grabbed something on the table in front of him.
It was a hideous green helmet.
The Green Goblin Mask!
Beside that mask, there was also a set of dark green high-tech battle armor and that iconic Goblin Glider.
"Father... you were right."
Harry's voice became distorted and frenzied.
"Power... only power is real!"
He suddenly grabbed the mask and slammed it onto his face.
As the electronic eyes behind the mask lit up with a crimson glow,
the once elegant noble son Harry Osborn had completely died.
Replacing him
was the Second-Generation Green Goblin!
"Jiejiejie..."
A spine-chilling cackle echoed in the secret chamber.
"Johnny Gilda..."
"Are you ready to welcome revenge from hell?"
"I will take everything from you..."
"Your company, your money... and your women!"
Harry stepped onto the Goblin Glider abruptly.
The engine roared.
He crashed through the ceiling of the secret chamber, turning into a green phantom that charged into the New York night sky.
Since he couldn't beat you head-on,
then he would destroy everything you cherish!
..."Achoo!"
Johnny, who was driving home, suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose, a bit puzzled.
"Which beauty is thinking of me?"
"Or... is someone cursing me?"
He glanced at the exquisite gift box on the passenger seat.
That was a gift he had just bought for Gwen when passing by a jewelry store.
After all, he had to go back and 'pay his dues' tonight; how could he go without a gift?
"Forget it, I won't think about it."
Johnny floored the gas pedal.
No matter who it was.
In this Marvel Universe,
as long as they dared to provoke him,
there was only one path left: death!
The car sped through the bustling streets.
But he didn't notice
that high above,
a pair of red electronic eyes filled with venomous hate were staring fixedly at his car's taillights.
The hunt
had begun.
Chapter 55: Sorry, I'm Not Gay, and I Don't Collect Trash
The night sky of New York was dotted with stars.
Johnny Gilda was driving that black Maybach Exelero, cruising smoothly across the Queensboro Bridge.
Soothing jazz music flowed through the car.
The exquisite gift box on the passenger seat reflected an alluring luster under the streetlights.
"Tsk."
"Gwen should be very proactive tonight when she sees this, right?"
"When the time comes, I'll have her wear that spider-suit..."
Johnny's fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel, his mind already beginning to devise tonight's "battle plan."
Just then.
"Whoosh—!"
A piercing sound of something breaking through the air suddenly came from above and behind.
It was the roar of a high-tech engine running at full speed!
Johnny's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The next second.
"Jie jie jie! Die! Gilda!"
Accompanied by a crazed, eerie laugh.
Two Pumpkin Bombs emitting a faint green light, trailing long tail flames, smashed down accurately toward the roof of the Maybach!
"Boom! Boom!"
Flames soared into the sky!
The shockwave from the explosion instantly swept across the entire bridge, and surrounding vehicles lost control one after another, crashing into the guardrails.
However.
Amidst that billowing thick smoke.
That black Maybach was like it was nailed to the ground, motionless.
Not even a single piece of paint had chipped off.
A faint golden energy shield, like an eggshell, protected the entire car perfectly within it.
That was... the application of Ki!
"Honestly."
The car door slowly opened.
Johnny stepped out and casually brushed off non-existent dust from his suit.
His face was very cold.
There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes from having his mood interrupted.
"Harry Osborn."
Johnny looked up at the figure in dark green armor stepping on a glider in mid-air.
A contemptuous curve curled at the corner of his mouth.
"This is your revenge?"
"Putting on a green skin and flying around like a fly?"
In mid-air.
Harry Osborn stared fixedly at the unharmed man below through his crimson electronic eyes.
The anger in his heart was almost burning his reason to ashes.
"How are you not dead?!"
"These are miniature bombs capable of blowing up a tank!"
Harry roared, his voice processed by a voice changer, becoming hoarse and piercing.
"Johnny Gilda! You demon!"
"You took my company! You killed my father!"
"I'm going to tear you into ten thousand pieces!"
"Swish swish swish—!"
The machine guns on the glider fired at full capacity, dense bullets pouring down like raindrops.
At the same time, Harry threw out four or five more Pumpkin Bombs from his hand.
An indiscriminate attack!
He had already gone mad.
Under the side effects of the Human Enhancement Formula, only slaughter and destruction remained in his mind.
"Too noisy."
Facing this overwhelming attack.
Johnny just let out a helpless sigh.
He slowly raised his right hand.
His index and middle fingers pressed together.
"I originally wanted to keep you as a whetstone for that unlucky fellow Peter."
"But since you're in such a hurry to see your dead old man..."
"Then I'll grant your wish."
Before his voice had even faded.
Johnny's figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
Afterimage Fist!
The next second.
He appeared out of thin air above Harry's glider.
Just like teleportation!
"W-What?!"
Harry's electronic eyes had just captured the afterimage, and before he could react.
A slender and powerful hand had already directly gripped his neck.
Just like picking up a chick.
"This is the power you're so proud of?"
Johnny hovered in mid-air, looking down at the struggling Green Goblin in his hand.
His eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a pile of trash.
"Too weak."
"So weak that I don't even have the desire to strike."
"Let... let me go..."
Harry struggled desperately, the glider spraying flames in an attempt to break free from the restraint.
"Crack!"
Johnny lightly tapped with his toe.
That high-tech glider, costing hundreds of millions of dollars, instantly snapped from the middle like it was made of paper.
It turned into two pieces of scrap metal, falling into the river water below.
"Now, are you quiet?"
Johnny's fingers tightened slightly.
The Green Goblin armor on Harry's body let out an overwhelmed groan.
That kind of absolute power suppression.
Caused the madness in Harry's eyes to finally be replaced by fear.
He finally understood.
In front of this man.
His so-called revenge was a joke.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
Harry pleaded for mercy with difficulty.
"I am the heir to the Osborn family... I have money... I can give you money..."
"Money?"
Johnny laughed.
He laughed incredibly sarcastically.
"Your company is already mine."
"Your money is also mine."
"What do you have now besides a miserable life?"
A faint golden light glowed on Johnny's hand.
It was the precursor to a Dodonpa.
If he wanted to.
In just an instant, he could turn this second-generation Green Goblin into a headless corpse.
However.
Just then.
"Stop!"
A cold, majestic female voice with an unquestionable tone came from the other end of the bridge.
Immediately after.
Several powerful searchlights hit Johnny all at once.
A dozen black SUVs sped over, surrounding the scene.
A group of fully armed Agents quickly got out of the cars, raising their energy guns and aiming them at Johnny in mid-air.
And at the very front of that group of Agents.
Stood a woman wearing a tight dark blue combat suit.
She had capable short hair, cold and beautiful features, and an aura as cold as a moving iceberg.
Especially that uniform.
It tightly wrapped around her curvaceous figure; that kind of ascetic temptation was almost more lethal than Felicia's straightforward sexiness.
Maria Hill.
Current deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Level 9 Agent.
Also Nick Fury's most trusted right-hand person.
"Mr. Johnny Gilda."
Hill held a megaphone, her icy blue eyes staring directly at Johnny in mid-air without fear.
"I am S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director, Maria Hill."
"Please put down the suspect immediately and cooperate with our investigation."
"Here is downtown New York, not your private slaughterhouse."
Oh?
Johnny raised an eyebrow.
Someone more interesting had arrived.
He casually threw Harry, who had already peed his pants in fear, onto the ground like throwing a bag of trash.
"Bang!"
Harry was dazed from the fall and directly passed out.
Johnny slowly descended.
He didn't pay attention to the muzzles pointing at him.
Instead, he walked straight up to Hill.
The distance between the two was very close.
So close that Johnny could smell the faint, cold scent of mint on her.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Johnny sized Hill up and down.
Have to say.
This woman was well-endowed.
B88/W62/H92.
The system's data feedback was very precise.
Especially those two long legs wrapped in the combat suit, straight, slender, and full of power.
Tsk.
If these were propped on his shoulders... "It seems that black marinated egg Fury is finally willing to send a beauty out?"
A playful smile curled at the corner of Johnny's mouth.
"Compared to that middle-aged uncle Coulson with a worrying hairline."
"deputy director Hill is indeed much more pleasing to the eye."
Hill's face darkened.
As a high-level official of S.H.I.E.L.D., she was used to giving orders and used to others' awe of her.
No one had ever dared to flirt with her to her face like this!
And... that kind of look.
As if he were stripping her clothes off.
It made her feel extremely uncomfortable, yet her heart inexplicably quickened.
"Mr. Gilda, please watch your words."
Hill said coldly, her hand already resting on the holster at her waist.
"Harry Osborn used illegal weapons of mass destruction; we need to take him back for interrogation."
"As for you..."
Hill took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
"You used superpowers in a public place, causing serious panic."
"The Director hopes you can come with us; there are some things we need to talk about."
"Talk?"
Johnny sneered.
He suddenly reached out and propped his hand on the car door beside Hill.
Pinning this iceberg deputy director against the S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle.
"Miss Hill."
Johnny lowered his head, leaning close to her ear.
"Do you think you can invite me with these firesticks of yours?"
"Or rather..."
"Do you want to 'invite' me in your own way?"
Johnny's gaze suggestively swept across her tight uniform collar.
The surrounding Agents instantly became tense, their muzzles aimed straight at Johnny's head.
As long as Hill gave the order, they would fire.
But Hill didn't move.
She even held her breath.
At this distance, she could clearly feel the terrifying sense of oppression coming from Johnny.
It was the crushing weight of a higher life form.
Like a rabbit facing a dragon.
Her intuition told her.
If they made a move, everyone here, including herself.
Wouldn't live past three seconds.
"What... do you want?"
Hill gritted her teeth, her voice a bit dry.
"It's simple."
Johnny withdrew his hand and took a step back, that suffocating pressure instantly dissipating.
He pointed at the unconscious Harry on the ground.
"Take this trash away."
"I'm not interested in him, and I don't want to get my hands dirty."
"Sorry, I'm not gay, and I don't collect trash."
"But..."
Johnny turned around and walked toward his Maybach.
Before getting into the car, he looked back at Hill.
A glint of a hunter seeing prey flashed in his eyes.
"Tell Fury."
"If he wants to talk to me again next time."
"Have you come alone."
"And..."
Johnny's gaze lingered on Hill's long legs for a second.
"Remember to wear casual clothes."
"I don't like too formal occasions."
"Especially... in the bedroom."
Having said that.
Johnny got into the car and stepped on the gas.
The black Maybach, like a Beast, roared through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s blockade and sped away.
Leaving behind Maria Hill, whose face was flushed red and who was trembling with anger.
As well as a group of dumbfounded Agents.
"Officer... should we pursue?"
An Agent asked cautiously.
"Pursue what?!"
Hill roared, glaring fiercely at the Agent.
"Clean up the scene! Take the prisoner back!"
She looked in the direction Johnny had disappeared.
On that cold face, a crack appeared for the first time.
That bastard... actually dared to flirt with her?!
But for some reason.
In her mind, that man's domineering figure wouldn't go away.
As well as that sentence... "Have you come alone."
[Ding!]
[Detected a classic high-quality Marvel female—Maria Hill!]
[Identity: S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director, Iceberg Big Sister.]
[Current Favorability: -10 (Fuming with anger) → 20 (Deeply impressed)]
[System Hint: This target has an extremely strong desire to conquer; it is suggested that the host adopt a "strong offensive" strategy! As long as you break her cold shell, the inside is boiling magma!]
Johnny, who was driving, couldn't help but whistle upon hearing the system's prompt.
"20 points?"
"It seems this deputy director is also someone whose mouth says no but whose body says yes."
"S.H.I.E.L.D...."
"It's also time to plant a flag in there."
The car entered the underground garage of the luxury apartment.
Johnny picked up the gift box on the passenger seat.
He was in a great mood.
Although wild flowers outside are fragrant.
The flowers at home are the main course.
"Gwen, Felicia, MJ..."
"Hubby is back!"
Tonight.
Was destined to be another sleepless night... The morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxury apartment, spilling somewhat dazzlingly onto the large bed.
The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere that seemed capable of making one's bones go soft.
It was the unique scent left behind after a night of revelry.
"Whew..."
Johnny opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
Refreshed!
He was even more energetic than someone who had been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years!
He looked down.
Good grief.
This scene was practically a World-famous painting.
Gwen was wrapped around his left side like an octopus, her exquisite little face still carrying a hint of post-satisfaction laziness.
Felicia was curled in the crook of his right arm, her platinum blonde hair scattered randomly over his pectoral muscles, rising and falling slightly with her breath.
As for Mary Jane... this girl was the most outrageous, almost sliding off the bed, with only one long white leg still stubbornly resting on Johnny's stomach.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
"This is the empire I've built."
Johnny lamented in his heart; this is the life a transmigrator should have!
Thanos, Dormammu.
At this moment, they all have to make way for my happy life!
He gently fished Mary Jane back and gave Felicia's firm and perky backside a slap as a morning greeting.
Johnny didn't wake them up.
After all, last night, to celebrate "repelling a strong enemy (Harry)" and "flirting with the S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director," these three little vixens had used every trick in the book.
Even Gwen, who had a spider's constitution, was so tired right now she didn't even want to move a finger.
"Rest well, my babies."
"Next..."
"It's time to go take over my business empire."
Johnny Gilda rose, took a shower, and changed into a well-tailored black high-end custom suit.
Standing in front of the mirror, looking at the man inside who was devastatingly handsome.
Johnny raised an eyebrow with satisfaction.
"System, open the panel."
[Host: Johnny Gilda]
[Current Combat Power: 2500 (continuously increasing)]
[Special Status: Sage Mode (Intelligence +5)]
Looking at that "Sage Mode," the corner of Johnny's mouth twitched.
Damn system, you're having fun being cheeky, aren't you?