American comics: Becoming the god of technology from Osborn

Chapter 7 Kill me, and you will suffer the consequences

"Young man, I know my outfit is a little scary, but you don't have to shoot me, do you? And you almost hit me there."

Iron Man fell to the ground and the visor of his helmet automatically unfastened, revealing the face of Tony Stark.

A few minutes ago, Tony was inspecting the Stark Technology Expo when he suddenly received an alert from Jarvis saying that a serious traffic accident and shooting had occurred at an intersection leading to Queens in Manhattan.

Based on the surveillance footage before the accident, it can be concluded that it was a targeted attack.

Upon learning of the situation, Tony quickly put on his Mark V suit and rushed to the scene.

After arriving at the scene, he found that there was already a superhero handling it, so Tony turned to clean up the scene and see if he could do something else.

Then he saw Harry, a civilian, shivering and hiding behind a car with a shotgun in his hand.

Then, Tony was shot by Harry. Of course, the shotgun's firepower could not hurt Tony, and the Mark V didn't even have a scratch on it.

It's just that Tony's floating posture and the height at which Harry raised the gun made the part where he was shot a little awkward.

"Sorry, I was just attacked and I'm a little nervous now."

Harry put away his shotgun and pretended that what happened just now had not happened.

"By the way, aren't you going to help Spider-Man fight criminals, Iron Man, or Mr. Stark?"

"I came here for this, but I'm no longer needed here."

Tony looked over at Spider-Man and saw that the attackers had basically been subdued.

"This special car...Are you from the Osborne Group?"

At this time, Tony looked at the broken-down car next to him and asked.

"Correction, I own the Osborne Group," Harry said calmly.

"Oh, you are Norman's heir. If I remember correctly, your name is Harry, right?"

After learning about Harry's identity, Tony couldn't help but look at him more.

Both were born into wealthy families, both took over turbulent companies after their parents' accidental deaths, both made major and controversial reforms to the company, and both suffered premeditated attacks.

Even the people who wanted to kill them were the veterans of their own company.

Although Tony was not aware of the last point at the moment, it did not prevent him from seeing a strange sense of familiarity in Harry.

"I heard that you are planning to develop a bionic robot. Given the basic conditions of the Osborne Group, this is not an easy task."

Harry has allocated all of the Osborn Group's current resources to the development of androids. Such a big move cannot be hidden from the major technology companies in New York, and Tony naturally knows about it.

Although he himself may not care much about bionic technology, and has gone to so much effort to recreate humans, other than looking more pleasing to the eye, how can it be more efficient than pure robots?
"It's difficult, but I don't think it's as difficult as it was for you in Afghanistan, so why shouldn't I try to overcome it?"

Harry smiled confidently.

"Ha! There are very few people in the world who dare to compare themselves with me. It's good to be confident, but blind confidence is arrogance, young man."

Tony chuckled, his helmet automatically closed, and the thrusters of the palm cannon restarted, making it float.

"I'll save you a booth in the main hall of Stark Expo."

As soon as he finished speaking, Iron Man flew away from the spot and headed to the car accident scene on the other side to search for casualties in the wreckage.

After defeating all the attackers, Spider-Man, like Tony, went around looking for people who needed help.

In the middle of the intersection, only a dozen or so "cocoons" were left.

Harry's face grew colder and he walked over with a shotgun.

"woo woo woo woo!"

He randomly picked an attacker in the corner and tore the sticky spider silk off his mouth.

The feeling was like tearing off the tape stuck on your mouth. "Ah!!! Fuck! What are you doing--"

The moment the spider silk was torn off, the attacker let out a scream and was about to scold Harry, but he swallowed the curse words back into his stomach.

Because a dark hole was pressed against his forehead.

"Tell me, who hired you to kill me?"

Harry asked sternly.

"You, you, you... don't do anything rash. Spider-Man and Iron Man are here. If you kill me, no no no... you will suffer the consequences!"

At the moment of life and death, the attacker was completely panicked and even brought out Iron Man and Spider-Man as his get-out-of-jail-free cards.

Harry looked at him silently, then suddenly moved the muzzle of the gun from his forehead to the attacker's mouth and forcefully stuffed it in.

The attacker's eyes widened and he kept groaning.

"I'll ask you one last time," Harry leaned over and whispered in the attacker's ear, "Who are you and who hired you to kill me?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll send you to hell."

Looking at Harry's cold eyes, the attacker knew that the other party was not joking.

"But how is this possible? He is just a young man, not a desperado. How dare he kill someone in front of a superhero? How dare he!" The attacker shouted wildly in his heart.

"Spider-Man and Iron Man are busy cleaning up the scene now and have no time to pay attention to us. I can just untie the spider web from you and claim that you broke free by yourself and I shot you in self-defense."

Harry seemed to see what he was thinking and said lightly.

Hearing this, the attacker's eyes suddenly split open. How could this guy be so professional? His heart was so evil!

No wonder others are born rich while I can only work hard and pay off my debts with my life. This is the gap!

and many more!

Suddenly, the attacker stopped struggling meaninglessly. He remembered what Harry had just said... He could just untie the spider silk from his body?
"Do you understand what I said? It seems that you are not a fool. Yes, I know how to dissolve Spider-Man's spider silk. The Osborn Group is a biochemical company. This is what we are best at."

Harry gave a devilish smile, "Now, do you want to say it? If you want to, just blink a few times."

What choice? The attacker blinked his eyes wildly up and down.

Harry nodded in satisfaction and put the shotgun away.

"call--"

The attacker took a deep breath and then spilled the beans about everything he knew.

"We are the thugs of the Hammerhead Family of the Maggia Gang. The man who hired us to kill you didn't leave his name. He is..."

He gave a rough description of the person he hired.

Ever since eating the fruit of knowledge, Harry's memory has become exceptionally good, and he remembers the detailed information of every member of the board of directors very clearly.

The suspect was quickly identified from the description. He was Donald Mencken's most trusted personal assistant who was with him almost every day!
"It's Donald!"

Harry's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Not only did Old Deng help Roxon acquire Osborn, but now he wanted his life.

We were already giving him enough face by simply kicking him out of the board of directors. Since you are so shameless, don't blame him for retaliating with even more brutal means!
Harry stood up and left, showing no sign of letting the attacker go, which made the latter panic on the spot.

"Hey! Wait! Mr. Osborn, you promised to let me go! You can't break your promise!"

the attacker shouted in a low voice.

Hearing this, Harry turned around and asked in confusion: "When did I promise you to let you go?"

(End of this chapter)