Quinn International is a multinational corporation dedicated to mining all over the World. The company's business is broad, but their CEO has focused on mining over these past few years.
Of course, this is just the surface; the mining is to search for gravitonium.
In reality, privately, Quinn International is also associated with high-tech companies like Cybertek and AIM.
What connects them is a special character of HYDRA called "Mr. Sight."
Harry doesn't know if Cybertek is still researching mechanical prosthetics, but judging by the current progress, their research speed should not be as good as Osborn's.
No sooner had he boarded the plane to leave the United States than someone else started causing trouble.
An organization named the "Superhuman Oversight Committee" appeared domestically, demanding surveillance on superhuman hero teams like the Avengers to ensure they do not do anything to harm the World.
Interestingly, the first target they chose to attack was the security department of the Osborn Group, that is, Frank and his good brothers who showed their prowess in the Battle of New York.
They believe that it is quite terrifying for a company to possess such a large-scale unit, and they must be placed under public supervision—which is to say, their non-governmental organization.
This organization clearly has big financiers behind it. Harry had only taken off a few days ago, and all sorts of organizations appeared all over the country to give speeches and lobby.
On the plane to Malta, Harry received a call from Hurley.
"The CIA is demanding to investigate Osborn's private security forces, under the pretext that they might be involved in the mysterious disappearance of a tactical squad a few months ago. They suspect us."
"The NSA has also intervened in the investigation. They are demanding to see the whereabouts of Frank and the others, on the grounds that this armed force might threaten national security—they say this is an investigation to appease the public."
This refers to the squad that Frank kidnapped a few months ago when he went to find his comrade Gana.
However, the internal affairs of the CIA and NSA have already been taken care of.
Soon, this country will welcome another turnaround.
"Interesting. It seems the opponent is quite confident. What demands did they make?" Harry tossed the dart in his hand.
"They demand to bring this unit under their surveillance; this is the core demand—actually, they sent a 25-page petition. Do you want to see it?"
"Better not, you handle it. Has Peter arrived in Miami?"
Harry arranged a study trip to Miami for Peter, with all travel expenses covered.
"He arrived two days ago, and he's having a great time over there."
As for the study content, it is about the application of infrared rays in human body temperature measurement. The fake The Mandarin is right there, along with his criminal gang.
After a brief communication, the two hung up the phone.
Except for the squad that Frank took up to the sky, the other security personnel are doing proper security work.
Of course, they are not using the same equipment as Frank.
The security department has gradually been divided into two parts. The elite squad members all use the most advanced individual armor and Flyers, and they are all Super Soldiers.
The regular security personnel use relatively cheaper exoskeletons, which are flexible and lightweight, but can still be considered Super Soldiers.
These two months before Norman Osborn takes office are their last chance, and they will definitely want to give it a try.
Harry threw the dart in his hand, and it landed steadily on the dartboard.
"Ois, open the hidden hatch."
"The hatch is open. The target is in a semi-dormant state, and the neural implant program is normal."
The cabin door opened slowly. On the lower level of the plane was a specially made laboratory, and Abomination was sitting quietly in a specially made glass cage.
He was not completely asleep, just unable to muster any strength.
Compared to the state of being consumed by the desire for power when he became Abomination, he is now much more clear-headed.
At least he remembered his name is Emil Bronski.
In front of him, his life was constantly being replayed—up until the night he wreaked havoc in New York.
Hearing the sound of the hatch opening, he lifted his head exhaustedly. Harry was walking in slowly.
"Good afternoon, Soldier Bronski."
"You are not General Ross. Where is this?" Bronski's voice sounded like the ramblings of a dying man, as dry as a board that had been exposed to the Sun for months, as if he would vanish into ashes the next moment.
"My private plane. This is our second time meeting. I am Harry Osborn." Harry operated the control panel, switching the screen in front of Bronski.
"You caused significant damage in New York City. The state government has sentenced you to life imprisonment, and the place of imprisonment is Blackgate Prison."
Although Harry didn't explain, Bronski could guess that this prison must be a private prison belonging to Osborn.
"The state government has no right to judge me. Only a military tribunal can—"
Harry interrupted him: "The state government indeed has no right to judge Sergeant Emil Bronski, but it can judge a monster of unknown origin that smashed the Harlem District to pieces."
"As for the verdict on Emil Bronski, it has indeed not been finalized; that depends on your attitude."
Bronski lowered his head. He knew it was time for negotiations.
But in his heart, he was thinking: Once I get out of this cage, no one will be able to stop me.
Harry looked at the data transmitted from the various sensors inside Abomination, recalling some things in his mind:
In this World, Dr. Erskine, who developed the most successful Super Soldier serum, once said: The Super Soldier serum makes the good better and the bad worse.
However, this actually applies not only to the so-called Super Soldier serum; in reality, anything that can make a person stronger than others will produce this effect.
In fact, before Bronski injected the Hulk serum, he could already be considered a successful enhancement, but the desire for power and conflict made him crazy. By the time he became Abomination, this desire had expanded to a somewhat terrifying degree.
Feeling the malice emanating from Abomination through his psychic abilities, Harry shook his head.
He had originally thought about controlling this big guy in a harmonious way, but it doesn't seem very reliable right now.
Harry waved his hand: "Alright, it seems you are still that 'Abomination'. Stand up."
Hearing Harry's voice, Abomination stood up with trembling feet, and a sense of absurdity spread in his heart:
Is this really my body?
The implant modification surgery on Abomination was quite successful and thorough. From his brain to his spine, every place was covered with biological controllers.
Under the control of these devices, he was like a toy, unable to even decide whether he should be angry or sad.
"You... what did you do to me?" Abomination's dry voice was trembling slightly.
Ois's voice rang out: "Sir, the control level has reached 64% of the predicted value; the non-compliant parts have been marked."
"Negotiations have broken down, Mr. Bronski. A military tribunal will soon pass an appropriate verdict on you, probably something like forced service. Are you satisfied now?"
Abomination wanted to say something more, but Harry touched his index finger and thumb together and slid them from the left side of his mouth to the right.
Abomination was surprised to find that he could not say anything, as if he had become a mute, clutching his throat with both hands.
Ignoring Abomination's actions, Harry opened the design panel, and several mechanical hands reached into the glass cage.
In the research on controlling Abomination, the control mechanism of the hormones emitted by the Purple Man on ordinary people gave Harry a lot of inspiration.
However, it was clear that his design was still a bit too conservative, and he needed to increase the dosage.
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