Chapter 18 Dr. Connors (Seeking follow-up reading) "Long time no see Peter, what is this?" "Uh, nothing?" Peter was so scared that he almost jumped onto the ceiling. "Hi, Harry? Long time no see. I almost didn't recognize you. Aren't you going to boarding school?" He said as he threw the draft behind him and leaned against the door frame to block Harry's sight and prevent him from seeing what was in his room. Harry was distracted by him, but he didn't tell Peter the truth: "Ben called me, so I came out for a walk. It was like a prison in there." "We haven't seen much since Uncle Norman sent you to boarding school!" Peter was obviously very happy to see his former good friend again. If his room wasn't full of messy things, he would definitely invite him to come in and sit down. "How about we play some games?" He walked out and quickly closed the door. "Xiaoban borrowed a new game from a classmate a few days ago." "A new game? Great! I can have a lot of fun playing even a tank battle!" Harry nodded immediately, and then he looked at Peter carefully. Now it was his turn to be surprised, "Peter, you've grown a lot taller!" Peter was very different from what he remembered. First of all, he is no longer as thin and small as before. Now Peter is almost taller than Harry and his body seems to be much stronger. In addition, he has taken off his glasses.
"Did you have surgery on your eyes?" "No, I just wore contact lenses," Peter said quickly. He quickly took Harry to the door of Bant's room, pushed it open, and turned on Bant's computer. Although Peter felt a little bad about touching Bant's things without permission, he had no other choice to divert Harry's attention. "By the way, where's Xiaoban?" "He's downstairs. I saw him heading for the kitchen." Harry said, holding the game controller with both hands as if it were a steering wheel. His eyes were almost on the computer now. "Hurry up, Peter!" Harry urged. Although the game console in his home was much larger than Bant's computer, and its running speed and picture quality were incomparable, for some reason, when Harry returned home, he felt that the game was a bit boring. And here, the game hasn't even started yet, but he can't wait and is even a little nervous. Obviously, he hasn't understood that the highest configuration for playing games is never the equipment, but friends. After a while, Bant came up with three glasses of juice. Looking at Peter and Harry who were concentrating on playing the game, he always felt like he was a bit like their parent... "Come and play, Ben." At first Peter just wanted to divert Harry's attention to prevent him from discovering the secret in his room, but now, he was obviously immersed in the game. "I have other things to do, you two can play." Bant put down his drink and left the room. He didn't lie. In fact, he did have a lot of things to do. Although he had "tricked" Harry into investing, there were still many trivial matters waiting for him. "The money Harry gave me is not enough to buy a building. I have to find a way to build my own laboratory. And after the product is made, I have to find a sales channel. At least I have to make a name for myself." In fact, there is a lot of knowledge about advanced weapons in the little soldier's head, but Bant does not intend to develop them, at least he does not intend to sell them. Although this market has become vacant immediately after Stark Group announced that it would no longer produce weapons, Bant still cannot sell weapons to the Americans. "Laboratories, market research, marketing... let's do something that's oriented to people's livelihood first."
"In this way, it doesn't matter if the equipment doesn't need to be extremely advanced." Bant thought about it. Since the nanotechnology project has been temporarily shelved, there will be no need for overly sophisticated instruments in the short term, which can save some expenses. "The electronic equipment used by civilians in this world is not very advanced." Both Bant’s computer and mobile phone are relatively outdated models. After all, the world is still in 08 and Apple has only released its second generation. To be honest, it has a lot of new and interesting things to come up with. "But it has to be done quickly. In a few years, all kinds of weird and wonderful technologies will emerge." In fact, before Tony became Iron Man, the world's technological level was not too outrageous. But when Loki and his Chitauri army failed to capture New York, the technology left by the aliens caused the earth's technology to develop explosively and rapidly. Thinking of the Chitauri, Bant sighed again: "Thanos is also a problem. I don't know if this world will develop like the movie universe I am familiar with." He didn't dwell on this question for too long; it was too far away. Compared to this, he now wants to build a secret laboratory under Uncle Ben's house, just like Spider-Man in "Into the Spider-Verse", but he can't start construction without telling Uncle Ben and Aunt May. Bant was in the living room with a notebook in his hand, making wild plans. Now the money Harry gave him had not arrived yet, so he couldn't take any action even if he wanted to. at the same time. While Peter and Harry were happily playing games, at Osborn Enterprises, Dr. Connors was forced into a desperate situation by a group of people. "Dr. Connors," The executive of the Osborn Group looked arrogant and contemptuous. He broke into Connors' laboratory with a group of people, walked to the table seemingly casually, and reached out to pick up a small bottle of green serum. "You succeeded," he said. Connors hadn't realized the other party's ill intentions yet, and excitedly shared his results: "It's not finished yet. So far, I've only experimented on mice. But it will be soon. Just give me a little more time--" "There's no time." The executive interrupted him rudely, leaving Connors stunned. "Mr. Norman doesn't have the patience and time to wait any longer, so he will start the human experiment immediately!" "What?! No, we can't do this!" Connors said excitedly, "It's not yet ready for human experiments--" "I said, there's no time for you to take your time. You've been stalling long enough, Connors." The executive didn't care about the excited Connors. Why should he care about a disabled person with an incomplete body? "This is not a request, but a notice," he said coldly. But Connors blocked the other party forcefully: "No, I will never allow you to do this!" He dreamed of inventing a drug that could regenerate severed limbs in order to save the millions of poor people with impaired bodies. However, conducting human experiments on an imperfect drug completely went against his original intention. "In that case, you are useless." The executive gave a look to those following him, and they immediately took action to move the things in the laboratory away. The most important thing, of course, is the serum invented by Dr. Connors! "What do you want to do!" Connors wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do it due to his disabled body, and was pushed to the ground instead.
"I'm just taking back what's mine, what's Osborne's." "This is my invention!" Connors lay on the ground, roaring in anger at the bandit-like behavior, like a ferocious dinosaur. But he obviously didn't fool anyone. Or perhaps, these vampires have long been accustomed to the heart-wrenching cries of others. "No, it doesn't belong to you." The executive shook his head disdainfully and stuffed a small bottle of medicine into the pocket of his suit. Then he stepped on Connors' empty cuffs and let out a discriminatory sneer. "Osborn pays for your research, Connors." "Otherwise, what value can someone like you have?" Connors froze in place. At this moment, his heart became as broken as his body. (End of this chapter)