Mei Man: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

Chapter 137 Harry Osborn

"Cough, cough, cough..."

About 10 minutes later, accompanied by a severe coughing sound.

Osborn's body pressed under the gravel began to move. He moved his body to push away the bricks and stones bit by bit, and finally got up clutching his body.

A large amount of blood flowed out from the wound, all over Osborne's body.

Stretching out the only arm that could still move, he straightened his broken limbs amidst howls of pain, and then reached out to take off the hideous helmet of the Green Devil on his head, revealing a face distorted by pain.Gritting his teeth, he took off the armor on his body. With the armor falling off, Osborn's breathing, which was originally painful due to the pressure of the wound, became a little smoother.

At the same time, as the armor on his body faded, the deep wound on Osborne's abdomen was also exposed.

Looking down at the wound on his abdomen, the expression on Osborn's face became a little paler.

Perhaps, even Colin himself did not think of it.

With [Super Speed], the attack would be so strong that even under the protection of the armor, the thrown glider still penetrated the Green Goblin's body, directly causing serious injury to Osborne.

Such a serious injury has already exceeded the regeneration limit of Osborn's strengthened body, especially the impact of Colin not only penetrated his abdomen, but also caused serious damage to the tissues and organs in his body.

If it weren't for the support of the 'body strengthening formula', it would be a question of whether Osborne could stand up right now.

However, even if he stood up, Osborn's life was already on the verge of crumbling.

Feeling the constant loss of vitality in his body, Osborn covered his abdominal wound and murmured his son's name.

"Harry."

He staggered and disappeared into the darkness.

……

Not long after Osborne left, a cautious figure appeared in front of the ruins of the collapsed building.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him and the collapsed ruins everywhere, a shocked expression flashed in the man's eyes.

"This is?"

However, the next second.

He found the armor that Osborn had taken off and the demon glider covered by a large amount of rubble inside the collapsed building walls.

Stretching out trembling hands, he picked up the dusty helmet in the ruins. The man looked at the hideous demon helmet in his hand, and a strange expression flashed in his eyes.

……

Rumbling--

A sudden heavy rain flooded the entire New York City.

The continuous raindrops wiped everything away.

"See you tomorrow, Peter!"

After waving goodbye to his friend, Harry Osborn got into the car and nodded to the driver.

Looking at his friend waving through the rearview mirror of the car, the corners of Harry Osborn's mouth slightly curled up, but when he thought about the situation at home, the smile on the corners of Harry's mouth was immediately covered up.

"Is there no news of my father yet?"

"Mr. Osborne has been in touch with the Osborne Group by phone, so..."

Hearing Harry Osborn's question, the driver immediately explained.

"Of course I know he's been on the phone with those people in the company, I mean when will he be able to come back, back home!"

Facing the answer given by the driver, Harry showed dissatisfaction on his face.

"Sorry, sir."

"It's not you who needs to say sorry."

In this way, in Harry's silence, the car came to the door of the house.

After taking the umbrella, Harry looked up at the cold house in front of him, opened the door and walked in alone.

Put away the black umbrella in your hand and hand it over to the butler waiting at the door.

The latter shook his head at him, obviously already aware of the question Harry wanted to ask.

"Don't call me for dinner."

Frowning, he explained something to the housekeeper, and Harry walked up the stairs without looking back.

"Cough cough..."

Walking through the corridor on the second floor, just as Harry was walking towards his room, a slight cough suddenly came from his father Osborn's room, making him stop in his tracks.

"Didn't you say you didn't come back?"

Hearing the coughing sound coming from the room, a trace of doubt flashed in Harry's heart.

Obviously both the driver and the housekeeper said that his father hadn't come back, so who could be coughing in the room?

"dad?"

With doubts, Harry came to the door of his father Osborn's room, and tentatively asked a question.

"..."

Facing Harry's inquiry, the voices in the room fell silent for a few seconds before answering with a weak voice.

"Harry."

"Dad, when did you come back?"

Hearing the voice of his father Osborn in the room, the expression on Harry's face suddenly became a little excited, he twisted his handle and walked into the room, he did not forget to say.

"Even the housekeeper didn't know about your return. When I asked him downstairs just now, he said that you were not at home..."

However, the happy expression on Harry's face didn't last long, and he was startled by the scene in the room in the next second.

I saw my father, Norman Osborn, leaning against the bed with a pale expression on his face.

And in his abdomen, a large amount of blood flowed out from the wound, already dyeing the carpet a blood red color.

"Dad...Dad..."

Seeing this scene, Harry froze for a moment.

"Harry...ahem...you are finally...back."

Beside the bed, Osborn raised his head with difficulty, looked at his son Harry Osborn, and twitched the corners of his mouth to reveal an extremely pale and forced smile.

"...If it's... a little later, you may never see me again... Fortunately... it's not too late..."

Hearing Osborn's intermittent figure, Harry, who was motionless, reacted. He came to Osborn, and stretched out his trembling hands to touch the wound on Osborn himself.However, he was stopped by Osborn's outstretched hands.

"It's a pity that everything happened so suddenly. I haven't had time to wait until the day you get married."

Holding Harry's arm, Osborn's tone became weaker.

"But fortunately, I have already taken care of everything about the Osborne Group, you just need to..."

"Who is it, Dad, who caused all this!"

Interrupting Osborn's instructions, Harry looked at the wound on his body and asked tremblingly.

"It's not important anymore, I..."

Facing Harry's questioning, Osborne shook his head slightly.

Obviously, he didn't want Harry to avenge himself, but just when Osborn was about to continue to say something, his pale face twisted suddenly, his tone became sharp, and his fingers clenched tightly Holding Harry's arm, he struggled and shouted, "Colin Luper, he did all of this, and that guy in the red uniform, that's, that's..."

The reappearance of the Green Goblin exhausted the last trace of power in Osborne's body like a flashback.

Feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, Osborn, or the Green Goblin's thoughts began to be confused.

At the last moment of being plunged into darkness, it recalled the red figure in its mind and called out a name.

"...It's Spider-Man!"

(End of this chapter)