The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

That night.

Against the backdrop of the neon lights of New York, Klein and his group walked out of the high-end restaurant while rubbing their bellies.

"I never thought I could eat lobster meat..." Peter paused.

"The taste of sea fish is indeed better than that of river fish from the market next door."

......

While several people were discussing, they were in Gotham City in the Western Federation.

In the Wayne Group's council chamber, Bruce unbuttoned his suit and let out a dull gasp.

He was angry that this group of restless directors had begun to take stock in the company.

"The cooperation with New York can continue, but I will not agree to the change of the board of directors' equity."

Bruce snapped.

As the leader of the company, he must show a certain amount of courage and a tough attitude.

It is impossible to convince them. Only by making them afraid will they stop thinking wrongly.

But today's directors have become tougher.

"Although Wayne Group is an industry of the Wayne family, it only means that Bruce has the right to inherit the top spot. We will not sit in your position, but we hope to add a few more seats in this council chamber. Seats.”

"I agree!"

"I agree too!"

"You want to play these dirty dilutive tricks?"

Bruce's expression remained basically unchanged, but his brows furrowed slightly. He cupped his hands and propped his chin up, staring at the group of directors who were about to shake things up.

After several hours of debate, Bruce suppressed the farce that was close to forcing the palace.

It was strange that these people dared to treat him like this.

Apparently they have someone behind them...

But Bruce really doesn't understand that with the current status of Wayne Group, they and their senior executives will find that big tree to rely on?

"Stark Group? No..." Bruce dismissed the idea.

"Tony Stark is currently busy making steel armors, punishing evil and promoting good everywhere. Their group does not have the strength to reduce dimensions and attack my company...Who could it be?"

Bruce didn't understand. He thought for a long time and couldn't get an answer.

And after he rejected the director's proposal and insulted these directors with tens of billions of assets in a bad manner, these directors were obviously not happy.

After watching Bruce slam the door out, half of the directors who surrounded Bruce also left the conference room, and the remaining people exchanged glances.

Then the security guard at the door nodded, hid in an abandoned utility room, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"It's not a deal," the security guard said.

"..." The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said: "Then execute plan B. We must divert Bruce's attention. His recent high frequency of fighting crime has had a considerable impact on our plan. "

"Yes!"

"Activate the claws and let him deal with Bruce's brother. This will buy us more time."

"Yes!!"

..........

After the meal, Klein did not go home immediately. Instead, he dialed the number of 'Norman Osborne' whom he wanted to call through the Wayne Group.

This guy is the villain "Green Goblin" in the old version of Spider-Man.

Their group had a serious debt crisis in the movie, and was actually plotted by the board members (this coincides with Bruce's current experience).

As a result, there were problems with the progress of the super serum project, and Osborn was directly forced to use himself to conduct experiments on enhanced medicinal solutions.In this way, we hope to speed up the test progress and deliver the goods to the military as soon as possible so that we can get the balance to fill the economic hole.

This serum is not mature, and he may have a mental illness.

Under the "mutual complementation", Osborn went directly to the dark side and used military technology aircraft, miniature bombs and other items to DIY a complete set of Green Goblin equipment.

Then it’s Osborne’s revenge time….

Klein is now certain that his brain tumor is related to epilepsy.

The tumor may even be a vessel for epilepsy.

But physical strengthening will indeed reduce the frequency of your head pain.

At least there won't be any more sudden fainting when the crescent sky is halfway up.

"Beep beep..." Klein dialed the phone.

"Huh? Who is this?" The voice on the other end of the phone was low and a little hoarse.

Just from this voice, Klein could tell that Osborne was not in a good mental state right now, and perhaps his board of directors had begun to ignore him.

"Everything I say next is serious. The fact that I can get your private number also shows my background and strength. Give me 2 minutes. After 2 minutes, I guarantee that you will come out... and meet me. !”

"You still have one minute and 30 seconds...and I'm drunk now and can't move around." Norman certainly knew that Klein's call showed that he was not simple.

It doesn't matter whether he is the military, the CIA, a special agency, or a hidden rich man. What matters is what kind of surprise the guy on the other end of the phone will give him.

"I can provide you with at least one billion US dollars in project funding."

"Is this what you want to say?" Norman thought the other party would make a long speech.

"Well, I know you are currently conducting some research. And you are very short of money!"

Norman fell under the sofa, looking haggard.

His hand holding the wine glass couldn't help trembling. His physical condition was very bad now, and his family's financial situation was even worse.

In a week or so, my house will be repossessed by the bank.

He didn't expect that he was just participating in a large-scale project research, but he was plotted by his director, and he was driven to a dead end step by step!

Norman Osborn pulled out a few hairs, and the pain sobered him up a lot.

"One billion. A month ago, this one billion could save the project in my hand...but now...it's still not enough."

Norman looked at the room where the power had been cut off. He looked at the moonlight shining into the room, feeling dumbfounded.

"20 million."

"..." Norman was silent.

I don’t know whether Norman was desperate or fell into silent joy.

Both ends of the phone were speechless.

Klein was waiting for his reply.

"20...25! With 25 billion, I can pay off my personal debt and restart the serum plan!"

"40!"

"It can't be lower, just 25! No...what?? You said 40 billion?"

"Yes, and I can also provide you with some special enhanced medicinal solutions, which will be very helpful for you to study the super serum."

Norman struggled to sit on the sofa.

He shook himself up and sprayed himself with the shower head.

"Why is there the sound of water over there?" Klein asked.

Norman made sure that he heard correctly and that the call was not his imagination. He took a few deep breaths and wiped his face.

"It's okay...I'm squirting, I just want to know if I'm hallucinating."

"I am a very direct person. If you agree to this, you will work hard for me from now on. Since we are cooperating, you must also serve me."

Klein wanted to use the medical foundation of Osborne Industries to study "Compound No. [-]". After all, the superpowers of this liquid were random.

If it was controllable, he could use Elden's followers to establish a powerful New York underground organization.

Even if the No. [-] compound cannot be thoroughly studied, funds can be provided to allow Norman to slowly study and fully understand the human body enhancement liquid.

Then mass-produce super soldiers.

"I'm... quite old, and I don't have that same-sex hobby... I'm sorry, I... still can't..."

"You fucking Sabi, right? The service I'm talking about is... Hey, I'll talk to you in detail when I get there. Open the door!"

With a brush sound, the lights in the room came on.

"Ding dong!"

The electronic doorbell in Norman's house rang.

Videophone First there was a visitor from downstairs.

"Open the door." Klein shouted into the video phone camera.

"Are you a magician? How did you do this?" Norman was surprised when he saw the power restored in the house.

"I just paid your electricity bill, added some service fees, and asked them to restore your power immediately."

"Forehead......"