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"Harry..biquge"

Mary hurried down from the elevator, holding the keys to the shackles in one hand and the towel in the other.

She ran up to Harry and asked with concern, "It's okay."

Harry panted, Mary wiped the sweat off his brow, but his dark blond hair was also stained with water and kept dripping.

He forced a smile: "Very good, I can still hold on."

Even though she saw it countless times, she still couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice, "It's all my fault."

"No, it has nothing to do with you."

"If I hadn't forced Dr. Connors to conduct human trials early, he wouldn't have become like that, and he wouldn't still be in SHIELD now."

"Perhaps now you have recovered!"

Harry stretched out his hand, and the chain rattled as he pulled it: "Nothing, if it were that easy, neither my father nor I would become the Green Goblin!"

His hand ran across Mary's face, wiping the tears from her eyes: "Sorry, my hands are too wet."

Looking at the makeup that was scraped off, Harry retracted his hands.

Mary shook her head, and used the key to unshackle Harry.

There were two clangs, the shackles hit the ground, and Harry touched his wrists, even though his physique was so locked and he wanted to escape crazily, he couldn't bear it.

Mary handed Harry the towel and reached out to help him: "Let's go up."

Harry cooed suddenly and said, "Stupid, sad, Harry, do you think you can imprison me forever?"

Mary's complexion changed drastically, she was terrified and helpless: "You..."

He swung his hand high and chopped off the back of Mary's head, watching her close her panicked eyes, and grunted again.

Harry returned to the ground from the elevator, and he put on the green goblin armor hidden in the manor: "Harry, you didn't think of it, did you think you could get rid of me! Gu Gu Gu Lu!"

With a weird smile, he stepped on the skateboard and flew out of the manor, across the flower branches in the garden, the tail flames painted the flowers and leaves with a scorched black color, and left in the trembling of the flowers and leaves.

Leaving a faint red light in the moonlight, he flew through the cold wind but was blocked by his armor, leaving only pleasure.

In the steel forest of Manhattan, there are countless secrets hidden, washing powder factories, human trafficking, and weapon production.

Secrets are hidden in hidden places.

Miles Warren was looking at the computer in front of him, which displayed human body data from the cloning chambers lined up in front of the computer.

Inside, of course, are clones.

The first column on the data is the clone number, 149

Next 149 various cell conditions.

Good or dead.

For these clones, there are only two options.Because they are clones, they are immature products, defective only to die.

Suddenly there was a sound in the room.

It's footsteps.

who is it?

Who came here quietly, the laboratory's defense equipment?

He turned his head and saw an ugly green armor, and the hood was more like a ghost mask. Most of his heart was relaxed, but he still had doubts: "Mr. Harry? Or the boss?"

Weird laughter came out of the mask, and Miles Warren had pimples on his body. He coughed and shouted respectfully: "Boss."

The Green Goblin walked over, the armor stepped on the ground and made a loud sound, he put his arms around Miles' neck and called kindly: "Doctor, how about the research."

Myers swallowed, and said dryly: "As always."

"Ok?"

The Green Goblin lowered his head and looked at him. He shrank and seemed to see the eyes hidden under the hood.

Cold and full of killing intent.

The doctor hastily added: "In fact, the first stage of the staged experiment I mentioned to you has been successful. We have successfully isolated the spider gene of number zero, and cloned a perfect spider gene after completing the normal gene of number zero." uninfected body 149."

He pointed at the erected cloning warehouse in front of him, with the number 149 on it.

The Green Goblin finally turned his eyes away. He walked up to 149 and looked at the people with pipes in the green water, feeling more and more depressed.

"How's it going."

"The gene is in good condition. Next, I will start the second phase of the experiment, and re-inject 149 after verifying the isolated spider gene..."

The doctor introduced his ideas to his boss.

However, his boss doesn't care about his thinking, what he cares about is the result: "In this way, won't he become number zero? What's the difference?"

"The spider gene extracted from Zero does not work well on other human bodies. After separation and injection, we can exhaustively find out the reasons why the original spider gene can be fused with the human body. If we find it, we will master Spider-Man." the power of."

The doctor talked about his own thoughts. His initial method was to extract the spider gene from No. , and then inject it into other experimental subjects. Undoubtedly, the accidental fusion failed.

Multiple experiments were not without results.

There is no Spider-Man, but there are strange spider monsters. Although they have great flaws and occasionally collapse into flesh, they are qualified as controllable biochemical weapons.

"Very good, but what I want is a spider gene that won't collapse."

Harry desires spider genes in order to cure what he thinks are the side effects of the Green Goblin's potion and to save his children, but in the Green Goblin's view, this is a ladder to make him more powerful. Maybe he can actually replace Harry.

The Green Goblin laughed wantonly when he thought of his pride, and the doctor nodded and bowed: "Then I will continue to work, boss!"

The Green Goblin nodded, and then looked at 149, but his complacent mood suddenly turned bad.

This familiar face is the face of his good friend Ben Riley, who is in his eighteenth or nineteenth year, immature and green.But he is Spider-Man, killed his father, ruined his family, and ruined him!

Do not!

ben is my friend

The Green Goblin frowned and whispered: "You miss your father-killing enemy so much."

"Ben Reilly, Spider-Man, Spider-Man, Ben Reilly, Spider-Man!"

The Green Goblin was full of anger because of his shaking heart, he clenched his fist and hammered hard on the special steel glass.The anger and tremendous strength made the inside of the cloning chamber shake.

"Spiderman!"

A figure flickered in the Green Goblin's mind. It was the Spider-Man in Harry's memory, past and present...

Spiderman!

The Green Goblin thought of the person he saw on the bridge last time, the person in the red and blue suit, although there were no spiders engraved on the tights, but the silk-spinning technique, the figure of the move...

That is clearly the power of the spider.

What's even more shameful is that he collapsed like that for no apparent reason!

Damn Spider-Man!

The Green Goblin's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the doctor looked at him carefully. He was already ready to beg for mercy.

However, before he could beg for mercy, a Green Goblin skateboard flew to the feet of his boss. He watched the boss leave, feeling relieved.

The Green Goblin flew into the sky, looking at the bustling night market, the rage in his heart became more violent.

"Spider-Man, Spider-Man."

He giggled and laughed, and the Green Goblin skateboard under his feet popped a warhead.