Elden Gulong in American comics

In the dark underground cell, Robert's body collapsed weakly, Norman put away the ring stained with paralyzing venom, and walked deeper.

He has already looked around, perhaps because the laboratory ahead is not legal, there are no cameras here.

Norman pulled Robert up, put it on his shoulders, and led him forward. Although Norman was almost 50 years old, he was well maintained and exercised on weekdays, so it was not considered to be carrying the fat Robert. Too much effort.

After walking forward for a while, the weird aroma became more intense, and there was a sticky feeling from the bottom of Norman's leather shoes, just like the sticky feeling caused by the sugar after the coke sprinkled on the ground dried up. Feel.

"What is this?" Norman looked down, the ground was dark, and he couldn't see anything. Only then did he realize that the lights around him had become too dim, so that he couldn't even see what was ahead. path of.

In this darkness, Norman stretched out his hand and touched a door. The door's touch also had that weird, sticky feeling like flesh and blood.

Norman broke out in a cold sweat behind his back. He stretched out his hand to take out his phone and turned on the flashlight function. He thanked Apple for still existing in Marvel, a place full of black technology. Otherwise, Norman might still be using Nokia boards. brick.

The light pierced through the darkness and allowed Norman to see this space. As a middle-aged man who has experienced a lot, Norman thought that nothing could shake his indestructible heart.

"what!"

But he was wrong. In the basement of this prison, the unsmiling Norman Osborn uttered the woman he hated the most, shivered a few times, and almost passed out.

In the dim light of the flashlight, Norman saw a door. The blood-red door seemed to be made of biological flesh. It trembled under the light of Norman's flashlight. , the flesh and blood in it squirmed, and an eye opened from it.

The brown eyes reminded Norman that they had beautiful eyelids like real people, but the distorted feeling still made Norman scream.

In a panic, Robert, who was held by Norman, fell to the ground with a bang, and suddenly, a human figure came from the gate of flesh and blood.

"Who is outside, didn't he say not to disturb us?"

Norman couldn't control that much now, he reached into his arms and took out a palm-sized, pumpkin-shaped grenade, which was a biochemical gas developed by the Osborne Group.

At this moment, Norman pulled out the grenade ring and counted silently in his heart.

There was already the sound of walking inside the door. At this moment, Norman kicked on the blood-colored door. With a somewhat funny popping sound, the door opened, revealing the inner space.

The moment the door opened, Norman threw out the grenade in his hand, and then ran out without looking back. Behind him, a cloud of green smoke filled the air.

For the first time, Norman discovered that he still has a little talent for being a hero. If he was younger, he might go to the streets of New York to fight for justice like Tony Stark.

Running on the sticky ground, Norman saw a ray of light, he ran out of the dark package panting, and finally returned to the original felony area.

Looking at the gloomy prison around him, Norman couldn't hide his excitement. No matter what was inside, it might have something to do with the Blood God. He took out his phone and wanted to inform the Holy Tree Hermit of the news. people who will.

Just then, Norman heard footsteps, footsteps coming from the darkness.

His hand that dialed the phone stopped there, because none other than Robert, who was left in the poison gas, walked out of the darkness.

Originally, Norman took Robert away just to borrow his identity, so as to avoid obstacles such as fingerprint recognition in the checkpoint ahead, but this action accidentally killed the other party.

But Norman has no guilt about this. He is not a saint, and the only people he cares about are his family members.

But at this moment, facing the approaching Robert, Norman still felt flustered. The other person's appearance was not quite right, his skin turned green due to the poisonous gas, but his eyes were a terrifying blood red, with the same blood-colored lines. It squirmed on his face, making people shudder.

"Okay, Mr. Robert, I have to admit that I was wrong about what happened just now..." For the first time, Norman regretted that he didn't make a full-coverage armor like Stark did. He stepped back quietly and dialed the phone.

But at this moment, a blood-red light and shadow flew over and hit Norman's right hand. Before he could react, he felt a burning pain in his hand.

"Ah!"

Norman clutched his right hand, the phone was knocked to the ground, and he looked back. At some point, two men appeared behind him. They surrounded Norman from left to right, coordinating with Robert who looked wrong in front of him. Formed a siege on Norman.

"It looks like some bugs have come in." The man on the left is holding a long red whip. It seems that he was the one who knocked Norman's cell phone to the ground just now. The man on the right is carrying a long stick with scars all over his body. .

Both of them had blood-colored lines on their bodies, and on their chests, on their exposed skin, was imposingly inlaid with the coat of arms of the Blood Dynasty.

"Then feel the pain." The long whip in the whip man's hand whipped towards Norman, and Norman rolled on the ground, dodging the blow of the long whip, and the whip fell to the ground, pulling out a crack in the bricks on the ground .

And Robert also rushed over like a zombie with teeth and claws, and his hand slid across Norman's back. Norman's suit was torn into four cracks, and blood flowed from his back, causing him pain.

At this moment, Norman saw the cell next to him. There was a coffin-like restraint device in this cell. Obviously, this was the cell of the red tank Cain Marco.

Norman had heard of this mutant criminal, who was extremely powerful, fearless of death, and always at the forefront of the criminal enterprise.

So, Norman ran towards the cell of the red tank, and the man with the whip and the man with the long stick behind him seemed to want to torture him, making several wounds on his body from time to time, so that the blood would bleed more.

Robert from behind chased him very close, and Norman pulled back, holding the badge hanging around his neck in his hand, and opened the cell door smoothly.

Snapped!

Another whip hit Norman's back. At this moment, his back was already bloody and bloody, but the man still showed a smile. He took out a sealed glass vial from his arms and threw it on the coffin-shaped on the restraint.

Accompanied by a puff of blue smoke, the coffin shook, and in just a few seconds, it was covered with cracks, and then a man with a red body rushed out of it.

He looked around and saw Norman's raised right hand and a stack of banknotes on his right hand:

"Kill the people behind me, this is a deposit, and I'll give you another hundred thousand dollars after it's done!"

This is Norman's banknote ability.