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"And Harry, you can continue to regret it, get contacted by the military, and be locked up in some laboratory, Harry and I together, in darkness, where you'll be subjected to some inhumane experiments!"

"I'm sure you're aware of some of the darker aspects, right?"

Norman Osborne's body trembled violently, and his eyes regained some sharpness.

"Of course, there is another way, which is to bravely stand up and clean up your mess."

“You are Norman Osborn, use your sharp mind and connections to solve problems.”

Norman Osborn looked down at his hands: "I am Norman Osborn... yes..."

The regret on his face slowly faded, and calm returned: "But what should I do? The military won't let me go, and the Osborn Group is such a big target..."

Lin Nan pointed out without hesitation: "First, cut off the tail to survive!"

"You can hand over the core data and samples of the Serum Project in exchange for a third-party force as your backer, such as S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Second, actively cooperate with the organization's investigation, and on the premise of ensuring Harry's safety, request a witness protection or special supervision."

"Third, quickly transfer the funds and resources that can be transferred from the Osborne Group, so that as long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."

"Finally, the identity of Norman Osborn can no longer be used. You need to create an accident to make the Norman identity disappear."

As Norman listened to the young Asian man clearly and logically recount each point, he slowly fell into deep thought.

He gave up his life's work, abandoned the entire Osborn Group, and relinquished his identity as Norman Osborn. Every step he took was a resolute act of cutting off his own arm!

But he knew clearly that what Lin Nan said might be the only way out.

If he doesn't hand over those dangerous studies, the military will relentlessly pursue him like a mad dog.

Without cutting ties with the massive Osborn Group, Harry and he would never have peace.

Feigning death might be the only way to buy time.

“A third party, S.H.I.E.L.D., do you know anyone at S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Norman asked.

Lin Nan confessed, "A man named Coulson contacted me before. They've been keeping an eye on some unusual events."

"Most importantly, based on what I've learned over this period of time, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s methods are relatively restrained, although they're not necessarily good people."

"But we don't have any better options. The key is that they have the ability to counterbalance the military, and they need your technology and intelligence."

"The key to this matter is how to negotiate and how to gain more benefits for oneself."

Norman closed his eyes to think. Although the physical pain and exhaustion came like a tidal wave, decades of experience in the business world had brought him invaluable life lessons.

“I need a secure phone,” Norman said after a long pause. “The line needs to be encrypted; I need it to contact my private lawyer and a few reliable old subordinates.”

"Although they don't need to know I'm still alive, I need to make sure they can carry out my orders. Also, I need to contact Harry and tell him not to worry."

Lin Nan nodded: "These can all be arranged. And there is an urgent matter right now, which is Mr. Osborne, your injury."

Upon hearing this, Norman looked down and examined the wound on his arm. He could vaguely see green threads wrapped around it, a glimpse into the wound.

After shrinking back into the Green Goblin persona, Lin Nan discovered that his self-healing ability was suppressed by these green threads.

Norman gave a wry smile: "The power of the serum is more stubborn than I imagined. It hasn't disappeared; it's just been suppressed."

This coincided with Lin Nan's concerns. The Green Goblin personality was only temporarily suppressed, and Norman needed more professional treatment and medical monitoring; otherwise, the physical injuries would be enough to cause him serious problems.

"Lin, can your dream abilities destroy it?" Norman asked.

“It’s difficult. I have a way to completely eliminate it, but your personality might also be obliterated. We’ll have to find another way.”

Norman wasn't disappointed and nodded: "There's no such thing as a perfect world, Lin, thank you for everything you've done, and thank you Peter too."

Lin Nan nodded. Saving the Green Goblin wasn't just for the friendship between Peter and Harry, but also for the substantial karmic reward.

Moreover, a rational ally with wisdom and strong resources is a crucial asset for survival in the face of a terrible crisis to come.

Moreover, if the drawbacks of the serum can be resolved, and both the Green Goblin and the Green Goblin can join the fight, he will have two more bargaining chips.

The following day, the group's actions were tense, secretive, and efficient.

Peter went out and secretly obtained some medical equipment and medicines, enough to maintain basic medical needs. He also brought over a homemade encrypted communicator.

Harry was almost moved to tears after being contacted by his father, and they talked for several minutes before hanging up.

Lin Nan then used the driver to carefully examine Norman's entire body.

He discovered that the green energy mixed in with the flesh and blood was like a parasite, very difficult to remove and could only be temporarily suppressed.

At the same time, Lin Nan created a secret virtual identity for himself and sent some anonymous intelligence about the manor attack to Coulson.

It also implied that Norman Osborn might not be dead, in order to divert and draw S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention to this kind of superpower malfunction, which they were most interested in.

Despite his injuries and exhaustion, Norman rallied his spirits and, via encrypted lines, issued a series of instructions to his most trusted private lawyer and confidants.

The core of the instruction is: launch Project Nirvana.

The Nie Project was an emergency plan that Norman had devised several years ago out of concern for hereditary diseases in his family; he never expected it to be used here.

The core of the plan is to divest and transfer the Osborne Group’s cleanest assets and patents through a complex network of foreign companies and trusts.

Then, a seemingly flawless accidental death was arranged.

After doing all this, old Osborn prepared an inheritance for Harry that was not related to the Osborn Group.

This ensures that her son will have no worries about food and clothing in the future.

Norman truly lives up to his reputation as a business tycoon. He now possesses a calm mind and a resolute determination, making all his decisions decisive and uncompromising.

As night fell, Peter swung in through the window, his face grave: "The military has narrowed their search area and will soon find us here. We can't stay here any longer."

Lin Nan quickly made a decision: "Move before dawn tomorrow to the old bookstore in Hell's Kitchen. There's no one there yet."

"Moreover, Hell's Kitchen is a mixed bag, making it difficult for the military to conduct a systematic investigation. Also, it's close to the Nelson Murdoch law firm."

Upon hearing the name of the law firm, Peter immediately understood: "Daredevil? You want his help?"

"Attorney Matt isn't just Daredevil; don't forget, he's also an excellent lawyer."

"Norman's faked death and subsequent asset disposal require his help. Most importantly, he is familiar with how to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D., and these are areas he is well-versed in."

Bringing Daredevil in wasn't just for Norman's sake, but also for his own and Peter's.

Being targeted by the military is no good. Like Spider-Man, he needs a third party to balance the military's power, otherwise, he'll never have peace again.

Lin Nan cannot reveal his identity, because if he does, S.H.I.E.L.D. would likely immediately know that he is the Knight.

Although I've learned a bit about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s style of operation over the past few days, they do seem polite and their approach to contact is gentle.

However, they still cannot be completely trusted, because in the comics, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been almost completely infiltrated by Hydra.

Those are a bunch of lunatics. If they find out about Peter and me, we'll probably lose our peaceful high school life.

Therefore, Lin Nan needs an experienced middleman to handle everything.

The darkness before dawn is the darkest. Taking advantage of the night, the three left the temporary apartment. Lin Nan used his wing form to grab Norman and weaved between buildings.

Norman was in pain again, but he tried to cry out, "Oh my God... Lin..."

Before he could say more than a few words, a cold wind rushed into his mouth, making him grimace and unable to speak.

Peter, on the other hand, used his webs to swing on the ground and scout out routes.

The three arrived at the old bookstore without incident, and Lin Nan used the spare key to open the back door.

They settled Norman in a small storage room on the bookshelf, and the three of them made a makeshift bed on the floor and took advantage of every spare moment to rest.

Meanwhile, on the other side of New York, in a luxury apartment in Manhattan.

Agent Coulson looked at the reports on the screen and rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

"A mutant codenamed Green Goblin attacked General Ross's private estate. Red Hulk appeared, and he is suspected to be General Ross himself."

"The Green Goblin was taken away by another flying entity, suspected to be the work of the Knight."

"Accompanying the Knight is Spider-Man, the masked vigilante on the streets of New York."

"This world is getting more and more chaotic, with so many monsters and demons appearing. When can I finally get a vacation?!"

Chapter 32 Iron Man's Attention

After reviewing these reports, Coulson turned his attention back to the anonymous message.

The source of the anonymous message is untraceable, but its content is quite interesting. The message demonstrates a deep understanding of the dangers of Project Green Blood and mentions that Norman Osborn is not actually dead.

Coulson picked up a cup of coffee, took a sip, and found it slightly cool. He then stared intently out the window.

"Knight...Osborn...Lin Nan, interesting..."

He then tapped his fingers on the keyboard and sent an assessment report to Chief Nick Fury, stating that the recommendation to protect Norman Osborn was of extremely high value.

... ...

In Tony's private laboratory on the top floor of Stark Tower in Manhattan, New York.

Tony's private laboratory had a completely different atmosphere from Norman's. Osborn Industries' laboratories were cold, gloomy, and oppressive.

Tony's lab, on the other hand, is full of distinctive personal style, with bright colors and a high-tech feel in its decor.

The laboratory has an incredibly high ceiling, plays energetic rock music, and has huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering stunning views of New York's dazzling nightscape.

However, Tony Stark was in no mood to appreciate the scenery at all.

He was wearing a white vest stained with engine oil, his hair was messy, and his beard was unkempt, as if he hadn't taken care of himself for days.

Simply standing in front of a holographic projection workbench, he rapidly waved his hands, repeatedly piecing together various complex three-dimensional molecular structure diagrams as if performing magic.

He tried to piece it together many times, but all attempts failed. Disappointed and anxious, he waved his hand and scattered it.

"It's still not working. The 1038th combination has resulted in decreased energy output and increased toxicity!" Tony lay on the sofa, rubbing his cheeks with his palms, looking exhausted and anxious.

He sat up abruptly and looked down at his chest. The Arc Reactor, embedded in his sternum, emitted a faint blue glow through his vest.

The reactor that absorbs shrapnel has now become his countdown to death.

The core of the reactor is an element called palladium. This element is toxic and is slowly seeping into his bloodstream, eventually tolling his death knell.

The holographic screen in front of him displayed the concentration of toxicity in his blood: 41%.