Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 158 Peter Parker

Chapter 158 Peter Parker

Rodrigo Guevara—the intern who was asked by Joey to deliver the note with the formula written on it—swaggered through the security checkpoint, wearing his employee badge, and took the elevator upstairs.

Of course, he also silently accepted two thousand dollars from Joey as a delivery fee.

While flirting with Spark and occasionally glancing at the intern, Joey suddenly realized something.

The person who entered the upper floors of the building kept looking around suspiciously, which didn't seem like someone from our company.

And Rodrigo Guevara?

Such a typical South American name, and the other person's appearance doesn't suggest they're from a Latin American minority group.

This guy probably stole someone else's employee ID and sneaked into Osborn!

Joey, who had simply come to sell a formula and make a little money for fun, never expected to encounter such an unexpected situation.

Just as Joey was thinking about how to resolve this matter, she took a closer look and found that the other party had already made his way through a winding path to an area with a clearly high security level.

As for how the other party managed to sneak in and reach the core area of ​​the research and development, Joey didn't care at all.

These large companies are basically all like this: they look glamorous on the surface, but inside they're just a makeshift operation.

Just think about how the previous Vought Corporation did things that could lead to executions, yet the company's internal WiFi was completely unprotected by any connected device.

While pondering whether this person was a corporate spy or something else, Joey glanced around the room where "Guevara" was. It was filled with densely packed live biological experimental specimens, the main animals being spiders.

It was only after realizing this that Joey had a sudden inspiration and remembered who this person was who had infiltrated the Osborn Group by posing as an internal employee.

Peter Parker.

If we were to name the real beneficiaries of the gene transplantation technology being researched by the Osborn Group, Peter Parker, the Spider-Man, would certainly be among the top three.

Once he had a chance, Parker, who had hidden in the room, hurriedly escaped from the room, which was filled with all sorts of spider specimens and made people feel physically uncomfortable.

At that moment, an experimental spider that had somehow jumped onto Parker was now gnawing at the back of his neck.

The sudden sting made Parker jolted awake.

This reminded him of the purpose of his visit: to deliver a note to Dr. Connors for the person downstairs...

Pshaw! No, no, that's not it. I want to ask Dr. Connors about my father.

Peter Parker's parents died in a mysterious plane crash when he was very young, and Dr. Connors, who now works for the Osborne Group, was Peter Parker's father's former colleague.

They had once worked together on the topic of cross-species genetics, a topic that had seen little progress since the unexpected deaths of their parents.

This is Peter's purpose in sneaking into Osborn today: he found some notes and documents left behind by his parents, and further discovered that his parents' deaths were too mysterious.

He plans to start by contacting Dr. Connors to find out the cause.

In Peter's eyes, those two strange guys downstairs might be some kind of business class or something.

From Peter's perspective, when the other party stopped him, he thought his disguise had been exposed, and his heart was almost in his throat!

In any case, Dr. Connors himself insisted on seeing him, and using this note as a reason was not unreasonable.

Thinking this, Peter simply unfolded the half-sheet of paper that he had casually folded up and put in his shirt pocket. He only glanced at it before exclaiming in surprise:

"How is this possible?"

Even before becoming Spider-Man, Peter was a very smart kid. He could tell at a glance that the formula written on the paper was highly related to the contents of his father's notes.

The other party asked him to pass on to Dr. Connors, the person in charge of the experimental project, the genetic decay rate algorithm formula, which is the most critical part of cross-species gene transplantation.

The contents of the notes left by his father were not entirely consistent, but just as a mathematical problem may have multiple answers, such a complex and large-scale experiment undoubtedly also has multiple solutions.

Parker's mind was filled with questions: Who exactly was this person? How could they produce such a formula?

Regardless, Parker was determined to see Dr. Connors, so he went to Dr. Connors' office under the name of the unlucky intern whose employee badge he had stolen and handed him the note.

Connors was quite bewildered when a complete stranger barged into his office and handed him a tattered piece of paper. However, out of politeness, he extended his only arm and pretended to glance at it.

Then Connors' eyes were glued to the piece of paper.

After carefully calculating for a long time, Connors suddenly looked up and, as Parker and Joey had predicted, let out a sharp popping sound:

"Where did you get this?!"

"The gentleman downstairs asked me to give this to you. He also said he'd be waiting downstairs..."

"You should say the second sentence first!"

Having learned the origin of the paper from Parker, Connors no longer cared about his composure and rushed into the elevator that went straight to the first floor.

The elevator doors opened, and he immediately spotted the visitor in the brown trench coat described by the intern in the crowd. Panting heavily from the exertion, Connors shouted at the person as if afraid they would disappear:

"Sir, sir!"

Seeing Connors push through the crowd and rush towards him impatiently, Starfire asked Joey, "Who's that?"

Joey gave a concise and to-the-point answer.

"Oh, he has eight million."

"I won't ask you for more, eight million."

Connors, the research director of the experimental project, certainly didn't have the authority to spend eight million dollars with just a few words. Fortunately, the person in the Osborne Building who actually had that authority was not out today.

Norman Osborne, the true owner of the Osborne Mansion, met with Joey in the lounge after a brief wait.

This name was something that had been buried deep in Joey's memory for a long time. Joey preferred to remember his other name—"Green Goblin."

The future Green Goblin, now Norman Osborn, this stern-faced middle-aged man with already graying hair, hunched over his desk and, with trembling hands, wrote a check, pushing it towards Joey on the other side of the table:

"make a deal."

Unlike Tony Stark, another famous New York entrepreneur, who was a flamboyant playboy, Norman was more like the traditional image of a financial tycoon: ruthless, cold-blooded, and unapproachable.

"I didn't come here initially intending to buy this formula, but rather to pay a higher price for your personal efficacy. However, I knew from the first moment I saw you that this was impossible."

In any case, thank you very much for your help. From now on, you are a friend of the Osborne family.

Norman wasn't the kind of boss who sat in his office all day, focused only on financial statements and company stock prices, and bossed around administration and finance. He was also a technical genius.

For both the Osborne Group and the Osborne family, the value of this decay rate algorithm far exceeds eight million.

This is especially true for the Osborn family.

Every generation of the Osborne family has been plagued by a special genetic disease that causes pain similar to ALS, and most people afflicted with it die young, not even reaching the age of fifty.

Norman built the Osborn Group, a company primarily focused on biomedicine, with the sole purpose of satisfying the insatiable appetites of the board's goblins and finding a cure for this genetic disease.

There are now well-developed interspecies gene therapies that can not only bring supernormal profits to the Osborn Group, but also solve the illness that has plagued Norman and his son for many years.

All of this only cost eight million dollars.

"I've gotten what I wanted, so goodbye."

After providing a general solution that helped Norman Osborn unravel the mysteries of cross-species genetic research, Joey took the check, got up, and left, leaving behind only a pointed remark:

Wishing you good health.

Interspecies gene therapy is not just a treatment. What Joey offers is the gentlest solution, which can only support the transplantation of some relatively mild genetic traits into the human body, such as limb regeneration and hair regrowth in bald people.

If someone intends to take it a step further, attempting to incorporate super strength, rapid healing, or super endurance, and weaponize it...

Joey could only wish them good luck.

Eight million dollars is not a small amount, but it's a different story when it gets shredded by a money-shredding machine called "medical care".

Just as Joey was going downstairs, pondering how to cash the check for the girl in the right way, a figure blocked her way.

Peter Parker.

"How did you get that formula from those studies?"

The mysterious deaths of his parents were clearly related to this research by the Osborne Group, which in turn was now clearly related to Yang Yi, who could easily write out the formula.

Parker had to seize every available clue.