Kamen Rider ZZZ, the American comic book spiritual mentor

The moment Lin Nan sent the message, he suddenly amplified his senses and was able to detect a loud crash of shattering glass coming from the street in the distance, near the Angel Bar.

With eyes closed, you can even sense Parker's torrential downpour of spider silk...

Spider-Man avoided direct confrontation, opting instead for control and restraint.

Time passed second by second, and Lin Nan's hand remained on the driver. Slowly, a holographic image appeared in his mind.

Spider-Man flung out large swathes of webs, throwing away enemy weapons and blocking the truck entrance, while simultaneously entangled the homeless man in webs and flung him into the distance.

The moment the homeless man landed, they thoughtfully used a spider web launcher to set up a net bed for him to prevent him from falling and getting injured.

About two minutes later, the sound of police cars came through; Officer George was always very efficient.

In Lin Nan's perception, a large group of armed police officers had formed an encirclement.

Lin Nan sent Spider-Man the order: "The police are coming, make a covert retreat."

I quickly received a reply: "I have retreated. The police have arrived, arrested four people, and two escaped. The items traded have been seized. The homeless man is in good condition."

The causality value on my wrist began to fluctuate: [Causality Value: +28]

Current causality value: 341/500

I gained 28 causality points, not as many as Daredevil before, but even a mosquito bite is still meat.

His holographic senses were validated, Parker gained valuable practical experience, and everyone was happy.

.........

Harry's birthday party will be held as scheduled next Saturday, but not at Osborne Estate, but at a rooftop club in Manhattan.

The club's interior is understated and minimalist, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering beautiful views of New York's nightscape. Soft music plays throughout the room, and the air is filled with the aroma of food.

Just as Harry said, the participants included no business tycoons, only a few friends.

Besides their small group, there were also several well-off young men of similar age.

Harry stood at the door, dressed in a smart and sharp suit, greeting each guest with great poise.

"Peter, Gwen, Lynn, you're right on time! Come on, I have something good to show you, come on in!" As soon as they met, Harry warmly put his arm around Peter's shoulder and beckoned them inside.

After passing through the crowd, I arrived at a quiet little attic. I opened the door and saw an object, more than a person tall, wrapped in a dust cloth.

Harry proudly lifted the tarpaulin to show everyone what was underneath.

"Wow!!!" Everyone, including Lin Nan, stared wide-eyed.

Beneath the waterproof sheet lies a streamlined, metallic skeleton over two meters tall. While its shape somewhat resembles a human, its structure is slender and lightweight, with thin, insect-like wings on its back and precisely crafted mechanical claws at the ends of its limbs.

Peter held his breath and leaned closer to examine it: "Is this a robot, or an exoskeleton?"

"It's a concept aircraft from the Osborn Group, codenamed Peregrine. It's a product of the group's Biomechanical Research Institute, using the lightest aerospace alloy bionic muscles and rudimentary neural interface technology."

"But unfortunately, it can't fly yet, and the neural interface technology is far from mature; it's just a prototype," Harry explained, stroking the skeleton with fascination.

Then, he looked at Peter, his tone teasing and smug: "How about it, Peter? Cooler than anything you've ever taken apart, right?"

"That's so cool!" Peter exclaimed sincerely, circling around to observe carefully.

"Is this structure mimicking bird flight? It doesn't seem to be entirely so. These claws also have attack and micro-manipulation capabilities. My God, is this the Osborn Group? How far have they progressed?"

Hearing Peter's praise, Harry was very satisfied. He gestured for everyone to sit in the rest area and explained, "We are still in the early stages of the experiment. There are too many points to overcome, such as neural interfaces, power miniaturization, and material stress testing."

“My father had high hopes for him, believing that this was the future direction of individual soldier equipment.”

Harry picked up a glass of soda and took a sip: “But I think it’s too cold, too much of a perfectionist, and devoid of any emotion.”

Lin Nan keenly sensed the burden in Harry's emotions and asked, "No emotions? You mean artificial intelligence that simulates emotions?"

Harry thought hard about his words: "No, I don't mean artificial intelligence. It's just that it was designed to do specific tasks. It's just a tool."

Lin Nan keenly noticed the word "tool" and asked thoughtfully, "Don't you think it should just be a tool?"

Harry's tone became more serious: "Yes, I think any device that can be used for work should not just be a tool."

"Especially medical equipment and rescue gear, their core should be protection and rescue, rather than coldly completing targets and defeating opponents."

Seemingly realizing he'd said a bit too much today, he shrugged: "Sorry to bring this up, it seems a bit of a downer. Everyone, try this sea urchin."

Harry steered the conversation back on a lighter note, and the atmosphere became lively.

Lin Nan noticed that Harry seemed to be under considerable pressure despite his cheerful demeanor. Furthermore, he almost never touched any alcoholic beverages.

Halfway through the party, Harry received a phone call. When he returned, his smile faded, and he seemed vaguely anxious.

A short while later, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over silently and whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry nodded, then turned to the crowd and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, my father has some work-related matters to discuss with me. You all continue having fun, I'll be right back."

He left with the man in the suit, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

One of the invited boys muttered under his breath, "Mr. Norman Osborne is really strict with his son; he even uses his birthday to talk about work."

Gwen whispered to Peter, "Harry seems to be having a hard time."

Peter didn't speak, but just watched Harry's departing figure with some worry.

Lin Nan then got up and carefully examined the mechanical skeleton.

He keenly sensed that this was not a purely mechanical creation; beneath the cold frame, energy somewhat akin to bioelectric potential was flowing.

Osborn's technological approach is indeed completely different from Stark's purely mechanical approach.

Harry's recovery and his distinctive smell are likely related to the success of this technological approach.

Not long after, Harry returned and asked the staff to bring him a birthday cake.

“First, the first piece is for my best friend Peter Parker.” Harry looked at Peter with warm and sincere eyes.

Peter's eyes welled up slightly: "Harry, you'll always be my friend. Happy birthday!"

The banquet was drawing to a close, and most of the guests had left, leaving only the four members of Midtown High School.

Peter said sincerely, "Thank you so much for today, Harry."

Harry smiled and looked at Lin Nan and Gwen: "I also thank you for coming, especially you, Lin. Although you don't talk much, I always feel that you are particularly reliable."

Lin Nan nodded and smiled, "Happy birthday, Harry."

Gwen laughed and said, "Harry, if you need to talk to someone, besides Peter, you can talk to me, or Lynn. We're always here for you."

Harry looked at the three of them quietly, paused for a few seconds, his perfect smile vanished, and a hint of tenderness and gratitude befitting his age was revealed.

Lin Nan and the other two left and got into a taxi.

Gwen said softly, "It seems Harry is indeed very tired."

Peter nodded: "His father seems to put a lot of pressure on him, and I always feel like he's afraid of something."

Lin Nan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Peter in the rearview mirror: "Spend more time with him when you have time. We should let him know through our actions that we're always here for him."

Peter nodded emphatically: "Yes, we should do that."

Based on Lin Nan's observations over the past few days, Harry is clearly a redeemable person. If possible, he will steer the plot in a positive direction.

New York City right now is like a giant ship sailing on ice, never knowing when it will touch the iceberg. Only by uniting all forces that can be united can it possibly survive.

Chapter 21 Harry's Visit

A few days later, Lin Nan was on duty at the used bookstore. Hell's Kitchen was still deserted at night.

He was organizing old books when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps at the door. The person seemed to be breathing rapidly and intermittently.

Lin Nan sharply raised her head and peered through the crack in the door. She saw a figure wearing a long trench coat and a baseball cap, leaning against the wall, trembling all over.

Upon seeing this figure, Lin Nan was startled; it was unexpected, far too unexpected.

Although the brim of the hat covered most of his face, his build and smell revealed him to be Harry Osborn.

What's Harry doing in Hell's Kitchen? He looks really off.

Lin Nan didn't open the door. She looked around through the window and saw no one on the street, nor any signs of being followed or monitored. It seemed that Harry had appeared here alone.

Harry leaned against the wall, catching his breath for a few moments. After regaining his composure, he looked around and staggered toward the used bookstore.

Lin Nan's mind raced. Was she just passing by, or did she recognize the place and know it was where she worked?

Without time to think it over, Lin Nan opened the door herself.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up, revealing a pale face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His wariness vanished when he saw Lin Nan.

"Lin, I'm sorry to disturb your work, but I'm not feeling well. Could I... go inside and stay for a while?"

His words came out in fits and starts, as if he needed to rest and recharge every few words.

Lin Nan didn't ask any further questions and helped Harry into the bookstore.

After finding Harry a chair to sit down, Lin Nan asked, "Harry, should I call an ambulance?"

Harry's eyes snapped open, like a kitten in a state of shock: "No, I can't go to the hospital, and I can't let anyone know, especially not my father..."

Although his eyes were unfocused, the fear and determination in his tone were very clear.

Lin Nan calmly asked, "Are you injured? Or has your illness relapsed?"

In Lin Nan's perception, Harry's heart was beating extremely fast, uncontrollable bio-electric currents were emanating from his body, and his blood was flowing at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person; it was definitely not an ordinary injury.

Instead, it's more like... a gene-editing agent going out of control!

"Don't worry... Lin, it's an old ailment, I... I just need to rest for a bit." Harry's body was convulsing, but he was still trying to comfort Lin Nan.

After saying that, he arched his body like a shrimp and coughed violently, coughing up clumps of blood. His whole body twisted and turned, and green light occasionally seeped from his blue pupils.

Lin Nan's eyes narrowed. The original plot... at least in the versions he knew, this plot did not appear. Was it his appearance that stirred up the cause and effect, causing the plot to change so drastically?

He lowered his head and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, his voice firm and calm: "Harry, listen, I don't know why you don't want to go to the hospital, but in your current condition, you are in great danger."

He shook Harry a few more times to refocus his unfocused eyes and continued, "You must tell me what your father did to you before I can think of a solution for you!"

Seemingly surprised by Lin Nan's sharp and direct approach, Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.