The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 66: Halloween Night of the Soul

"Terrifying!"

A pumpkin bomb popped out of the flying skateboard and was caught in Harry's hand.

But after glancing at the fleeing crowd below, he ultimately decided to let it go.

The AI ​​inside the helmet told him that as long as he threw the pumpkin bomb onto a trajectory predicted by an algorithm, he could succeed.

The terror will then affect them, causing them to fall into the street.

At that point, he would have finally gotten rid of this bad guy.

But artificial intelligence is ruthless; it did not estimate the extent of injuries.

Because today is Halloween.

So there were several times more people on the streets than usual, all celebrating the holiday.

If I had dropped that pumpkin bomb, I wonder how many people would have been injured.

Use any means to achieve an end.

This is typical of Osborne's style.

But that's not his style.

"Can we chat?! Like, maybe talk about Queen or something. If there's a chance, I can offer you a few tickets to one of their concerts!"

Harry's voice came from inside the green armor, and for a moment, the flying skateboard beneath his feet couldn't keep up with the terrifying speed of his jump.

"Shut up! I won't fall for your tricks again! Is that spider web leader lurking in some hidden corner, waiting to ambush me!?"

He said in horror without turning his head.

The previous failure was still fresh in his mind, and now that he had a second chance, he was not as foolish as these people thought!

Harry sped up his flying skateboard. "Please, let's sit down and talk like friends, okay? Besides, you know who I am!"

"Yes, young master Osborn," came the startled reply.

"That's right, maybe if you stop, I can offer you a well-paying job, at least you won't be like this now, and you don't want to be dragged back to jail by Spider-Man, do you?"

Harry accelerated, leaving two green streaks in the air behind his flying skateboard.

In an instant, they were above him, looking down at him from above.

Terrified, he stopped jumping and stood still, letting the fleeing citizens run past him on either side.

"You have no manners at all. You don't even know how to humble yourself when asking someone for a favor," she said in a chilling tone.

Harry's face inside the helmet was ashen.

If you were to ask him what he's most proud of, it would definitely be his upbringing!

Every day, my father would nag me that I was a member of the Osborne family and that everything I said and did was related to Osborne's reputation!

In this situation, how could he possibly lack education?!

As a criminal, I'm willing to help you clear your name and even offer you a job; that's already my bottom line!

However, the situation was pressing, and Harry still fell a little.

However, it still maintains a superior position.

"You need to understand, I am Osborne, and I have already given you plenty of face."

The voice inside the green armor was cold, like a gust of cold wind.

However, since Horror was also wearing armor, he naturally couldn't feel Harry's 'coldness', and even if he could, so what?

Kill me?

There are still so many citizens here!

Startled, he looked up, put his hands on his hips, took a couple of steps to the left and right, and then said:

"Well, Mr. Osborne, for the first time ever, I think your suggestion is actually quite good?"

"Yeah?"

A progress bar popped up in Harry's helmet's field of vision.

That was a system specifically designed to control most of Osborn's technological products.

After the incident that morning, he took advantage of the time he was communicating with Otto to have Otto remotely install the control system for his artificial intelligence.

He's not bragging.

Osborne's influence can be found in almost every technological product, big or small, in New York City.

He could even turn off the power to the entire city if he wanted to!

Alas, capital.

"You know, I have a criminal record, so it's not easy for me to find a job..."

Jing Song seemed to have genuinely considered his earlier suggestion, and was now engaging in a lively discussion with him.

But Harry wasn't really listening to what he was saying.

Because a red warning message indicating that the situation is out of control has popped up in the helmet's field of vision!

"How could this be?!" Harry exclaimed in shock.

The chilling voice below continued, "I suddenly realize I'm really suited for this device..."

"These engineering tools were originally designed to destroy abandoned high-rise buildings, but once they were in my hands, they made me think much more clearly."

"It's as if this thing was born just for me."

At this point in his horrifying remark, he suddenly smiled and looked up at the silent green figure above.

"Honestly, I'm quite grateful to you."

"Without this thing made by you Osborns, I don't know how long it would have taken me to rediscover myself."

"..."

Harry was momentarily at a loss for words.

After a moment of silence, he heard an explosion coming from another street.

He wished he could fly there right now!

"Make a condition, as long as it's within my scope, I can give it to you," Harry said.

"Rich people can be so capricious!" The horrified man shook his head. "But you've got one thing wrong."

"What?"

"That means you'll probably stink after tonight."

Harry frowned. He knew that McCann was up to something else within the group, but he heard something alarming.

He suddenly realized that McCann's actions were not just simple tricks.

"I would like to hear the details."

Harry nodded slightly. Since the horror was willing to communicate, it proved that he didn't care about the conspiracy about him.

"Believe me."

He gave him a chilling look, then unleashed a shockwave at the nearby electronics retail store.

The glass instantly split open like water, turning into a pile of scattered fragments that fell to the ground.

You probably won't accept this fact.

As if everything was being calculated, the shockwave from the release of horror shattered the glass, revealing several large television screens inside the shop.

Because of the shattered glass, the television sound was unusually loud on the street for a moment.

The television broadcast was originally reporting on tonight's explosion, but in a split second, it switched to several different reports.

"According to reports, the perpetrator of tonight's bombing is Harry Osborn, who recently became the CEO of the Osborn Group..."

"...That's hard to say...but I can confirm one thing: these devices do indeed belong to Osborn Technologies..."

"The number of people affected by the explosion is still being recorded, but it is estimated that at least several hundred people have been injured..."

If the content of these television broadcasts made Harry's eyes widen.

But the image playing on the other side of the television made him burst into a tirade of curses.

"Even now I can't believe it, but it just happened."

McCann, dressed in a suit and tie, appeared on television for an interview, recounting all of Harry Osborn's crimes.

"After he inherited the group, he began to order some scientists to secretly manufacture armor. I don't know what triggered him. I once asked him, 'What are you doing? We are still under the supervision of the citizens. What are you building this for?'"

He only replied with one sentence: "You'll find out in a few days."

"So today, on Halloween."

"He appeared, and he started calling himself Iron Man."

"There was a moment when I thought it was perfectly fine for him to want to be like Spider-Man."

"But just recently, I discovered that the devices used by the criminals this morning, including those used in all the explosions tonight..."

"Harry himself created it all!!!"

Harry's eyes were wide open in horror, and his lips were bitten raw by his teeth, causing blood to flow out and drip into his helmet.

"You old bastard!!!"

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"Hmm~"

McCann raised his glass, gently swirling the liquid inside, his gaze leisurely fixed on his reflection in the computer screen.

After saying "himself," he took a sip of wine and chuckled a few times.

It seems they've been suppressing their feelings for too long.

After the light chuckle came an even more unrestrained and reckless laugh.

laugh at?

Happy?

Or is it schadenfreude?

Perhaps both.

Happy Halloween, Harry.

McCann closed the page smugly, ready to leave.

Suddenly, he stopped and placed the wine glass in his hand on the side of the computer desk, next to a limp, unfinished French fry.

McCann frowned and sat down again.

He gripped the mouse and pointed the cursor to a corner, where a video file was stored.

It says so.

The Healing Harry Serum Diary - Connors, P.

His brow furrowed even deeper.

Ta-da.

The video feed pops up immediately.