Kamen Rider ZZZ, the American comic book spiritual mentor

Goblin Serum Beta, the final purified version!

A researcher in a white lab coat stood to the side, his expression complex: "Mr. Osborn, the serum's purity is too high. I suggest we proceed gradually, conducting the experiment under controlled conditions..."

“Controlled environment? The Osborn Corporation doesn’t have time! Harry doesn’t have time either!” Norman interrupted coldly.

The military and Congress won't give him time, and Harry can't afford to wait either.

Without hesitation, he pressed the confirm button heavily.

The protocol took effect immediately, and a cold, synthesized electronic voice echoed throughout the laboratory: "Final protocol activated. Recipient, please proceed to the injection platform!"

Norman walked to the metal pod where Harry had once lain and lay down without hesitation.

"Injection begins!" There was no fear in his eyes, only determination and the resolve of a martyr.

The needle pierced the blood vessel, and the liquid, emitting a faint green glow, was slowly injected.

At first, it was a slight burning sensation. Norman groaned and gritted his teeth to endure it.

Suddenly, excruciating pain shot through his very bones! His once clear vision turned into a distorted green, and a devilish, piercing ringing filled his ears.

All the monitoring instruments instantly emitted piercing alarms, which meant that Norman's vital signs were now rising across the board and out of control!

The physical pain was bearable, but what followed was a mental shock that made Norman's reason sway like a candle in the wind.

Countless chaotic, violent, and destructive images invaded his mind, like a heavy hammer striking the gates of his reason!

The pain of forced genetic integration and the pollution of the soul and spirit almost drove Norman to the brink of despair.

All negative emotions were instantly ignited and amplified dozens of times!

"Ah...ah..."

Norman let out a bloodcurdling scream and convulsed violently on the metal platform, the restraints binding his body being stretched to their limit by the terrifying force!

Beneath his skin, blood vessels twisted and wriggled like small snakes, muscles swelled rapidly, and bones popped like popping beans.

Norman's eyes widened in horror, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints in an instant, the whites of his eyes, which were already bloodshot, quickly becoming stained with hideous bloodshot veins and green.

"All physiological indicators are out of control!"

"Genetic Collapse Index Exceeds Critical Threat! Warning! Warning!!"

A cold, electronic voice rang out, and red lights flashed brightly inside the laboratory, instantly throwing the researchers into chaos.

"Stop the injection immediately! The experiment has failed."

"Mr. Osborn!"

Their gasps were interrupted by Osborne's roar: "Shut up, all of you!!"

Chapter 28 Red Hulk

An invisible, violent green energy exploded outwards from Norman, causing all the restraints on his body to snap as his muscles expanded!

In an instant, the control panel screen went completely black, sparks flew everywhere, and the researchers who were caught in the chaos were thrown by the energy, crashing into the wall and losing consciousness. The tempered glass rattled loudly.

Norman slowly sat up from the metal platform, his head bowed low, his chest heaving violently as he breathed heavily, and a few sharp laughs followed.

His sterile suit was torn apart by his bulging muscles, revealing his powerful physique. He casually ripped it open, revealing his upper body, which exuded explosive power.

"Is this the power of the serum? So powerful!" Norman's voice was hoarse as he looked at his hands.

He slowly raised his head; his face still bore the features of Norman Osborn, but it was severely distorted. His skin was light green and covered with bulging veins.

Norman grinned, revealing a set of white teeth; the most noticeable change in his face was his nose.

His once prominent nose became sharp, like a goblin's.

His eyes were completely filled with green, like a demon descended to earth!

The Green Devil has officially been born!!

Norman shook his head, exerted a little force, and leaped high into the air, jumping off the platform with incredible agility. He landed on the ground, creating a deep crater.

He walked up to the main control panel, which was sparking with electricity, and easily tore open the alloy casing with his arm, crushing the storage core inside into powder.

Green Goblin grinned: "The age of Osborn has arrived! No one can stop the divine evolution!!"

He turned his head and looked around at the messy laboratory, then at the shattered group photo of six-year-old Harry riding on Osborn's shoulders, laughing happily.

A hint of human emotion appeared in Green Goblin's eyes, but it was instantly swallowed up by his chaotic consciousness, and he fell back into madness.

“Harry, my son…you will understand one day what I have done!”

Green Goblin didn't stop. With heavy steps, he walked into the depths of the laboratory.

After the fingerprint was registered, the alloy door opened, revealing a set of equipment that had been prepared beforehand.

The green metallic shell and smooth curves exude a metallic texture and the aura of bio-armor.

This is a suit of armor custom-made for the serum, a top secret among top secrets, known only to Norman himself.

Inside the alloy door, on the left wall are yellow pumpkin bombs and sharp, homing darts emitting a ghostly green light.

To the right, there was a devilish hang glider, painted with a special green paint that did not reflect light under the lamps.

Norman quickly donned his armor, hovered on his glider, and glided to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking New York City.

The city was brightly lit, bustling with traffic, and neon lights were flashing—it was truly a vibrant and prosperous place…

His eerie green eyes stared at his feet, his expression growing increasingly ferocious.

The culprit behind all this is Ross! Eliminating him would clear the way for the Osborn Group!

At that moment, Lin Nan, who had received Harry's urgent request for help, was wearing wing-shaped armor and silently landed near the Osborne Building.

The sound of spider silk being sprayed came from beside him. Peter Parker, wearing his homemade battle suit, hung on the wall with one hand and one foot, landing behind Lin Nan.

"Lin! What's wrong?" Peter's voice came from under the mask, processed by a voice changer, making it impossible to discern his age or emotions.

Lin Nan's gaze was deep: "Parker, it seems we're too late."

Their gazes pierced through the night and landed on the top floor of the Osborne Building.

At this moment, the building was completely dark, except for a faint green light flickering in the darkness of the top floor.

Parker's spider-sense kept tingling, as if there was something extremely dangerous in the darkness.

"Lin! Look, what's that?!" Parker exclaimed.

Lin Nan looked up and saw a ferocious figure wearing a green battle armor and a glider emerging from the Osborne Building, leaving a yellow trail in the dark sky as it flew into the distance.

"Let's go! Follow him!" Lin Nan said without hesitation.

"Is that...is that Uncle Osborne? What's he going to do?"

Lin Nan did not answer. The ion propulsion wings behind him unfolded, and he and Parker followed discreetly.

Norman Osborne's fate seems unchangeable, but Harry's destiny may not be so unpredictable.

At the heart of all this, Norman Osborne had to remain under control, and he couldn't die, or all their efforts would be for naught.

In a heavily guarded private estate far from the city on Long Island, the night was pitch black, except for the study in the main building, which was brightly lit.

This is not a military facility, but General Ross's private property.

General Ross was not wearing a military uniform, but a casual outfit: a neatly pressed khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular arms.

He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand, slowly swirling it. The ice and red wine clinked against the glass, making a crisp sound.

Recalling the video conference that had just ended, senior executives at the Pentagon were still debating the Osborne incident.

One faction advocated for a complete break, while another, more closely tied to the Osborne Group, advocated for a controlling partnership, suggesting that the core of the Green Blood Project be obtained under the guise of censorship.

Without a doubt, Ross belongs to the former category; over the years, he has seen far too many examples of super soldiers failing.

He took a sip of his drink and remembered a big green guy.

"Norman, you are absolutely insane! Those out-of-control monsters are terrifying! You are arrogant, ignorant, and utterly foolish!"

He tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, took a deep breath, and his sharp, eagle-like gaze pierced the sky and swept into the distance.

General Ross's philosophy was not to completely deny the possibility of genetic enhancement, but rather he firmly believed that power must be strictly controlled, as uncontrolled power would be a great disaster.

Although he disliked Tony Stark, the suit of armor described in the intelligence report was currently limited to personal use and was still within his tolerance range.

Osborn, a ruthless capitalist who used his own son for experiments, could not tolerate such dangerous research with no moral bottom line.

He turned and walked to the mahogany desk, looking at a report. It contained scattered information about Project Green Blood, and mentioned a person—a knight!

This person suddenly appeared in the sights of major intelligence organizations and forces, very mysterious, with unpredictable whereabouts and very cautious.

"Norman... Knight... what is the connection between you two?"

Just as he was about to examine the document closely, hoping to glean some clues, a sharp buzzing sound rang out throughout the manor.

Waaaaah!

It's an air raid siren! Enemy attack!

Meanwhile, the once tranquil sky outside the study was torn apart by an orange streak.

The trajectory was incredibly fast, accompanied by a piercing whistle from the friction of the air, heading straight for the main building of the manor.

General Ross's pupils contracted sharply. Years of military service made him instinctively lower his body and press a button on the side of the mahogany desk.

"Enemy attack!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The automatic defense system surrounding the manor has been activated, and countless automatic machine guns have risen up, spraying dense bullets at the figure in the air.

The green figure possessed speed and maneuverability beyond anyone's imagination.

The hang glider beneath his feet performed various flight maneuvers under the moonlight with ease, effortlessly dodging most of the bullets.

Even if hit by a few stray bullets, they would only cause a few small sparks to fly on the green armor covering it, which would not cause any serious damage.

Ross saw these images clearly on his tablet, and his heart sank as he clenched his fists.

"Who is it? Is it Norman? He's asking for it!" The current situation immediately reminded him of Norman Osborn.