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The Osborne Group, in Norman Osborn's office.

"No, I want the latest report, don't forget, you pointed out the similarities between the two, so I want the results, Dr. Connors!"

Norman was facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and his back was facing the office door. He was frowning at this moment, discussing something with Dr. Connors on the phone, and his tone was inexplicably irritable.

"Well, don't talk about it on the phone, I'm going to the laboratory now."

After Norman hung up the phone, he turned his head and found that his son Harry entered the office at some time, and he was standing behind him waiting for him.

"Harry? When did you get back?"

"Um, I just arrived."

"Dad, I have something to tell you, and you will be interested."

Harry waved his hands exaggeratedly, trying to emphasize his tone in this way so as to get his father's attention.

"A new transfer student from the school, the desserts he made are super delicious. I'll bring them back for you to try."

"You'll like it, Peter was in tears, it's incredible."

Harry took the wrapped dessert out of his backpack and wanted to pass it to Norman, an attempt by Harry to get in touch with his father.

But obviously, Harry failed, and Norman was not interested in dessert at all.

"I'm not free, son."

Norman walked towards the office door expressionlessly, without pausing for a moment.

"But, Dad..."

Harry squeezed the dessert in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.

"I'm very busy now, unless you want to tell me that your grades have finally improved."

Norman frowned, turned his head to look at Harry, his expression was as serious as ever, at least Harry didn't remember his father smiling at him.

"Uh, this..."

Harry rubbed his neck in embarrassment, his grades were still the same, how could there be any improvement.

"One more thing, the chef told me recently, what's the matter with your loss of appetite?"

"I," Harry opened his mouth guiltily, hesitating, "I just don't want to eat shrimp, I said I want to change to a lighter taste."

"Okay, I'll notify the kitchen."

"As for the matter of transferring students, I'll talk about it when I'm not busy."

Norman left without saying a word, and the office door slammed shut under Harry's frustrated eyes.

...

Norman walked towards the outside of the group building. The driver at the door was already waiting. He straightened the tie on his chest and asked the secretary beside him.

"Has the psychiatrist you were asked to come before?"

"I've been here, twice, and the diagnosis report was just delivered yesterday afternoon."

The secretary took out a paper document in his hand, on which was the psychiatrist's diagnosis for Harry.

"Harry, didn't notice anything." Norman nodded and said.

"Master Harry didn't know that we had done a psychological profile for him, he just thought it was an ordinary questionnaire." The secretary explained again.

"Well, how is Harry?"

Norman took out his cigar, and the secretary helped him light it with a wink, and then said.

"Not very optimistic. Since the last incident, Master Harry has suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. The scientific name is delayed psychogenic response. The doctor said..."

"Tell me the treatment plan directly!"

Norman interrupted the secretary's follow-up words with a dark face. He didn't want to know what's wrong with Harry, he just wanted to know how to make his son recover.

"Well, periodic psychological counseling may be needed, and the specific time is hard to say."

The secretary spoke hesitantly, for fear of offending the dark-faced Norman.

"The Black Hand..."

Norman naturally knew everything about Harry.

Harry got the way he is now because he went to that goddamn wedding reception at the Four Seasons Hotel.

Norman had long forgotten who sent the wedding invitation that day. After all, invitations from all walks of life could be received in the mailbox of the Osborne Group every day. How could he remember all of them.

But it was just such an inconspicuous wedding banquet, but there was a huge wedding banquet robbery that shocked New York.

Harry was publicly humiliated by the Mafia, and those bastards actually forced him to eat a blue dragon prawn raw on the spot, and he ate it with the shell on. After that, Harry fell into a psychological shadow, and felt disgusted when he saw a prawn. .

When did the members of the Osborne family suffer such humiliation? No matter what, this hatred must be avenged!

"I asked you to find information about the Mafia, how is the investigation going?"

Norman said to the secretary beside him with a sullen face.

"this……"

With a troubled look on the secretary's face, he explained cautiously.

"Since the robbery of the wedding banquet last time, there has been no news from the Mafia for a while, and none of the people we spread out responded to."

"Where's the NYPD?"

Norman frowned, and said with smoke rings in his mouth.

"The relevant materials of the Mafia are all in the hands of Director George, and he attaches great importance to the cases of the Mafia."

The secretary swallowed. Norman's aura was very strong, especially when he was angry, it even made him feel suffocated.

"Even if we bribe other people, there is no way to get the files of the Mafia."

"Hmph, a bunch of trash!"

There was coldness in the corner of Norman's eyes, and he didn't say anything after cursing.

The secretary knew that his ineffectiveness had annoyed Norman, so he followed Norman fiercely and left the Osborne Group building.

In the car, the driver asked Norman's destination in a respectful tone.

"Mr. Osborne, where are we going?"

"Um……"

Sitting in the back seat, Norman pondered for a moment, then took out his cell phone.

"Dr. Connors, you should deal with the lab yourself first. I have something to do for the time being. I'll go there when I'm done."

After saying a few words, Norman hung up the phone and said to the driver and secretary at the same time.

"Driving, going to the NYPD, and making an appointment with Commissioner George, just saying I'm going to interview him in person."

...

When Norman arrived at the NYPD, Chief George was already waiting at the door.

"Mr. Osborne, if you are here for your son's affairs, then I'm sorry. The case about the Mafia is still under investigation. If there is any news, I will inform you as soon as possible."

As soon as Norman got out of the car, George didn't mean to be polite at all, and directly brought up the topic.

Of course he knew what Norman was here for.

Wa Long from the Mafia kidnapped the young master of the Osborne Group at the wedding banquet, and humiliated the young master in public. This incident even made some gossip.

Now that Norman Osborn came to his door, he could do nothing but avenge his son.

"In order to support the work of the New York Police Department, as long as you give me an amount, I can donate all of it. I just need a little information that can be made public, and I will never make things difficult for you."

Norman also didn't talk nonsense. He gave enough sincerity and made a condition that George would never refuse.

"Damn rich!"

George muttered and cursed, then turned and left without looking back, and a young man ran out after a while, holding a folder in his hand and handing it to Norman.

There are a few simple words written in the document, probably saying that the Mafia has contacted the Maggia Gang, and that Valon has also reached some kind of deal with Hammerhead. Various evidences show that the Mafia is brewing a huge conspiracy.

Norman flipped through it casually, then threw the document into the secretary's hand.

"Contact me with the imitation master, the target is the black-handed Valon, no matter how much he asks, I only have one request!"

The cigar was thrown to the ground, and sparks burst out. After Norman stomped hard, he turned and left.

"Let him die!"

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[Due to overtime work last night, the evolution reading was forced to be interrupted, it's miserable! 】

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