The Osborne Group, in Norman Osborne's office.
"No, I want the latest report. Don't forget, it was you who pointed out the similarity between the two, so I want the results, Dr. Connors!"
Norman was facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the office door. He was frowning and discussing something with Dr. Connors on the other side of the phone. His tone was inexplicably irritable.
"Okay, no need to talk on the phone, I'll go to the laboratory now."
After Norman hung up the phone, when he turned around, he discovered that his son Harry had entered the office at an unknown time and was standing behind him, waiting for him.
"Harry? When did you come back?"
"Um, I just arrived."
"Dad, I have something to tell you. You will definitely be interested in it."
Harry waved his hands exaggeratedly, hoping to emphasize the emphasis of his tone in order to attract his father's attention.
"The new transfer student in the school, the dessert he made is super delicious, I brought it back specially for you to try."
"You'll love it. Peter almost cried. It's incredible."
Harry took out the wrapped dessert from his backpack and wanted to give it to Norman to try. This was an attempt by Harry to build a closer relationship with his father.
But obviously, Harry failed. Norman was not interested in dessert at all.
"I'm not free, son."
Norman walked towards the office door expressionlessly, without stopping for a moment.
"But, Dad..."
Harry pinched 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 and turned to look at Harry, his expression as serious as ever. At least Harry didn't remember his father smiling at him.
"Um, this..."
Harry touched his neck in embarrassment. His grades were still the same. How could he improve if he was not good or bad?
"One more thing, the chef told me recently, what's the reason for your loss of appetite?"
"I," Harry opened his mouth guiltily and hesitated, "I just don't want to eat shrimp. I said I wanted to change to something lighter."
"Okay, I will notify the kitchen."
"As for the transfer students, we'll talk about it later when I'm not busy."
Norman said his next sentence and turned to leave. The office door was slammed with a bang in Harry's frustrated eyes.
…
Norman walked towards the outside of the group building. The driver was already waiting at the door. He adjusted the tie on his chest and asked the secretary beside him.
"Has the psychiatrist you were asked to see before come here?"
"I've been here, twice, and the diagnostic report was just sent yesterday afternoon."
The secretary took out a paper document in his hand, which contained the psychiatrist's diagnosis of Harry.
"Harry, you didn't notice anything." Norman nodded and then said.
"Master Harry didn't know that we had done a psychological profile on him. He just thought it was an ordinary questionnaire survey." The secretary explained again.
"Well, how's Harry doing?"
Norman took out his cigar, and his secretary helped light it with a hint of intelligence, and then spoke.
"Not too optimistic. Since the last incident, Master Harry has suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. Its scientific name is delayed psychogenic reaction. The doctor said..."
"Just tell me the treatment plan!"
Norman interrupted the secretary's follow-up words with a dark face. He didn't want to know what disease Harry had, he just wanted to know how to make his son get better.
"Well, I may need periodic psychological counseling. I can't say the specific time."
The secretary spoke hesitantly, fearing to offend the dark-faced Norman.
"The Black Hand Gang..."
Norman naturally knows everything about Harry.
Harry was in the state he was in now because of attending that damn wedding reception at the Four Seasons Hotel.
He had long forgotten who sent the wedding invitation to Norman that day. After all, the Osborne Group received invitations from all walks of life in their mailbox every day. How could he remember them all.
But it was just such an inconspicuous wedding banquet, but a huge wedding banquet robbery occurred that shocked New York.
Harry was humiliated in public by the Black Hand Gang. The bastards actually forced him to eat a blue dragon prawn raw on the spot, and it was eaten with the shell. From then on, Harry suffered from a psychological shadow. He felt sick when he saw shrimps.
.
When did the Osborne family suffer such humiliation? No matter what, this revenge must be avenged!
"I asked you to find information about the Black Hand. How is the investigation going?"
Norman said calmly to the secretary beside him.
"this……"
The secretary had a troubled look on his face and carefully explained.
"Since the last wedding robbery, there has been no news from the Black Hand gang for a while, and there has been no response from the people we spread out."
"Where's the NYPD?"
Norman frowned and said while blowing smoke rings from his mouth.
"All relevant information about the Black Hand Gang is in Director George's hands. He takes the Black Hand Gang's cases very seriously."
The secretary swallowed. Norman's aura was very strong, especially when he was angry, it would even make him feel suffocated.
"Even if we bribe other people, we still can't get the documents of the Black Hand."
"Humph, a bunch of trash!"
Norman's eyes showed a cold look, he cursed and said nothing more.
The secretary knew that Norman was annoyed by his incompetence in doing things, so he followed Norman out of the Osborne Group Building in a warlike manner.
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 and took out his cell phone.
"Dr. Connors, you need to take care of the matter in the laboratory first. I have something to do for the moment. I'll be there when I finish it."
After a few simple words, Norman hung up the phone and said to the driver and secretary at the same time.
"Driving, I went to the New York Police Department, and I made an appointment with Commissioner George, telling me that I wanted to interview him in person."
…
When Norman arrived at the New York Police Department, Commissioner George was already waiting at the door.
"Mr. Osborne, if you are here because of your son's matter, then I'm sorry. The case about the Mafia gang 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 made the topic clear without any intention of being polite.
Of course he knew what Norman was here for.
Walon from the Black Hand Gang kidnapped the eldest son of the Osborne Group at the wedding banquet and humiliated him in public. This incident even made some headlines.
Now Norman Osborn comes to the door, what else can he do besides avenge his son.
"In order to support the work of the New York Police Department, as long as you tell me a certain amount, I will donate it all. I just need a little information that can be disclosed, and I will never make it difficult for you."
Norman also didn't talk nonsense. He showed his sincerity and made an offer that George could never refuse.
"Damn rich guy!"
George muttered a curse, then turned and left without looking back. Not long after, a young man ran out, holding a folder in his hand and handed it to Norman.
There were a few simple words written in the document, which probably stated that the Black Hand Gang had contacted the Maggia Gang, and that Valon had reached some kind of deal with Hammerhead. Various evidence showed that the Black Hand Gang was brewing a huge conspiracy.
Norman flipped through it casually, then threw the document into the secretary's hand.
"Contact me the Imitation Master. The target is Black Hand's Valon. No matter how much he offers, I have only one request!"
The cigar was thrown to the ground, sparks flew out, and Norman stepped on it hard before turning around and leaving.
"Kill him dead!"
This chapter has been completed!