Comic: Becoming a Phantom Thief to Steal Hearts

"Haven't you found Connors yet?"

Norman asked calmly on the hospital bed shrouded in green gauze.

"Yes...yes, I'm very sorry, Mr. Osborne." The man said with some fear, "I...I just wanted to force him, but I didn't expect..."

He hurriedly took out a piece of information, "But Connors still worked out the equation you need."

"Well, there's no next time." Norman said lightly.

The man was visibly relieved. Norman probably meant that he didn't care about his own decision.

He respectfully put the equation information on Norman's bedside. He secretly scanned the dark green gauze with his peripheral vision, and saw a human figure under the hazy gauze.

So what if you have more money? The man lying on the hospital bed was undoubtedly terminally ill. In this regard, Norman Osborne was not as good as an ordinary person like him. The man thought slightly proudly.

"Then, Mr. Osborne, I'll leave first."

The man turned around and was about to leave when his forehead suddenly felt cold. Thick liquid flowed from his forehead and onto his eyeballs. It was red and dazzling like blood.

No, this is blood.

Holding the hole in his forehead, the man used his last strength to turn around, and a green figure appeared in his blurred vision.

"Tsk."

Norman lowered his head and glanced at the man on the ground who was not breathing but still had his eyes wide open. He pressed the button on the landline beside the bed and said, "Come here and clean up the trash."

"Okay, Mr. Osborne."

Norman picked up the information and didn't care at all about the dead body under his feet. As he said on the phone, it was just garbage that needed to be cleaned up.

Afternoon cafe.

After receiving Peter's invitation, Lucas came here alone. There was a chill in New York in the autumn. People no longer wore short sleeves when going out, but put on jackets.

Due to physical reasons, Lucas wore an extra layer of clothes. When he opened the door of the cafe, a warm feeling hit his face.

"Hey, Lucas, here." Harry, who was sitting inside, waved to him.

Lucas walked over and sat next to Harry. The air conditioning was turned on in the cafe. After just a few steps, he felt a little warm, so he took off a coat.

He glanced at Harry. The boy was wrapped up tightly and was almost as good as himself, but compared to his slightly red cheeks, Harry's face was still sickly pale.

"Have you had a checkup?" Lucas asked.

"I did have a physical examination. The doctor said there is nothing wrong with me now. I just don't stay up late recently and don't be too tired." Harry said and yawned, with black and blue still remaining under his eyes.

"You really need to rest. I couldn't contact you some time ago," Lucas said.

Harry smiled helplessly, "Don't mention this, I finally have some rest time..."

His smile had a hint of bitterness, "I was going to a party, but thanks to my father, he changed his mind..."

Lucas blinked slowly. He could feel Harry's rejection of the party he mentioned. It seemed that the party was not very innocent.

"Your father...is he good to you?" he asked.

"Okay...that's it." Harry said vaguely.

In fact, he himself knew that the father-son relationship between him and Norman was not very close, but...

"He is my dad after all," he said.

"Really..." Even though he had expected it, Lucas couldn't help but sigh when he heard Harry say this.

"Don't mention me, Lucas, where is your family?" Harry asked, "I don't think I've ever heard you mention it."

Lucas' eyelashes trembled, and he said calmly: "I don't know who my parents are. I was raised by my... adoptive mother."

A few months ago, he would still feel sad, but now when Lucas looks back on his memories, he is as calm as reading a book.

If there wasn't something wrong with his memory, how could he feel familiar with Archipal? Looking back on the past, he only felt it was false.

"Adoptive mother?" Harry was stunned, "This is the first time I know..."

"Ah, because she's in Gotham forever."

Lucas's words were very straightforward, which made Harry feel a little embarrassed and at a loss. The eldest young master carefully apologized, "Uh... I'm sorry for bringing up your sadness."

Lucas shook his head, "It doesn't matter, it's been a long time."

"Um……"

Even though Lucas said this, Harry still felt embarrassed.

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "What's going on with Peter? He obviously asked us out, but he's still late."

There was a news break on the TV in the coffee shop.

[There was a drive-by robbery on Fifth Avenue. The suspect was armed with a heavy weapon and shot passers-by. We can see the scene was in a mess... Look, that's... Spider-Man! oh! He was fighting the suspect, it was too dangerous! ]

Watching the live broadcast on TV, Lucas understood why Peter was late.

"Spider-Man..." Harry cupped his cheek and looked at the superhero on TV, "He was the one who stopped Dr. Connors that day. I think he is not old, maybe he is a college student, right? "

"Pretty much." Lucas agreed.

"Superheroes..." Harry sighed again, then leaned into Lucas' ear and lowered his voice, "Don't you, the Phantom Thieves, have any superhero activities like this?"

"Are you talking about a fierce fight with a criminal like this?" Lucas twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

He was indeed extremely curious about the Phantom Thieves' methods.

"You are said to be high-profile, but you never show up in front of people. You are said to be low-key, and you need to send notice letters to bad guys in a big way. Do you know how many people on the Internet are curious about how you do it?" Harry said excitedly.

"Do you want to know too?"

"That's for sure." Harry smiled, "But if it's really difficult, don't tell me and keep it a secret."

"You are quite open-minded." Lucas was a little surprised.

"I'm not someone who has to get to the bottom of things." Harry shrugged, "This is like a magic show. It feels brilliant and gorgeous when you watch it, but once you know the tricks behind it, you will find it boring. The same goes for the Phantom Thieves. So, I hope to be surprised all the time.”

He blinked as he said, "Wilson Fisk was very exciting that time."

Harry didn't tell Lucas how angry Norman was after his cooperation with Wilson failed. Although he would listen to Norman's words, it didn't mean that Harry didn't have his own ideas. He felt that he did the right thing. .

Lucas raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Thank you."

The door of the coffee shop was slammed open, and the disgraced Peter saw his two friends as soon as he walked in.

"Hug...sorry, I'm late."

"Peter, did you... encounter any accident?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Ah... um... I accidentally fell down on the way here, haha..." Peter laughed awkwardly.

"You're still so careless." Harry shook his head helplessly and handed Peter a handkerchief, "Here, go to the bathroom and wipe it off."

"Thank you, Harry," Peter said gratefully.

Watching Peter, who had just sat down, walk to the bathroom again, Harry couldn't help but continue talking to Lucas: "Ever since I found out that Peter and you are members of the Phantom Thieves, I always feel that he has changed a lot, but in the end he still looks like You were so reckless before."

Finally, he added, "Of course, besides studying."

"But he has improved a lot compared to before, hasn't he?" Lucas said.

"That's true." Harry pinched his chin and nodded, and then looked at Lucas sharply after he finished speaking, "No, it sounds like you are the one who has known him longer."

"Who have known each other longer?" Peter washed his face and came out, with water drops still on his face.

"Harry said he's known you longer," Lucas said.

"Ah?" Peter looked confused, "That's it...why are you talking about this?"

"Just chatting." Harry stirred the coffee in front of him. After briefly relieving the pressure from work and getting along with his friends easily, a faint smile appeared on his face.

However, looking at the smiling Harry, Peter couldn't laugh at all. Lucas gave him the choice, but it made him very entangled.

Peter knew that the death of his parents was related to his best friend's father. Yes, Norman was not a good person, but he was about to die. Harry...actually cared about Norman very much. From the perspective of his best friend, Norman simply died. is the best result.

But if he didn't do anything, his chest would feel a little dull, and a small corner of his heart would cry out in grief, what did my parents do wrong? Why should they die early?

Peter hesitated to speak, but the tangled look on his face still attracted Harry's attention. He looked at Peter with concern, "What's bothering you? You look like you came second in a competition."

"Second place in the competition? If only it were that simple..." Peter smiled bitterly.

"So, you are in trouble?"

"It's hard to say..." Looking at Harry's concerned eyes, Peter felt even more difficult to say.

"What is it?" Harry became even more curious.

Sure enough... I still can't say it...

"...Actually, I was thinking about a Christmas gift for Gwen." Peter gave a reason.

As soon as this reason came out, Harry was speechless, "That's it?"

Lucas even raised his eyebrows, but as he said before, he would support Peter's decision, so he would not interfere.

"I'm really worried. Don't you want unique gifts for important people?"

"Ah - I see, you are together." Harry picked up the coffee cup with dead eyes.

"You are already behind the version, I have known it for a long time." Lucas also picked up the coffee cup and clinked it with Harry.

Peter, who successfully changed the topic, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I want to know, Harry, how you usually choose gifts."

"Choose a gift...if I want to give it to you, I'll give it a book. For Gwen, it's seasonal cosmetics. She needs to perform on stage, so makeup is still necessary." Harry said, looking at Lucas again, "We have to prepare again this year. It’s a gift from Lucas, so in order to prevent you from receiving the gift and not liking it, I asked in advance, what do you like?”

Lucas was stunned, why did this topic suddenly come to him?

"I don't particularly like anything, just give it to me."

Harry rolled his eyes in a rather unnoticed manner, "No, no, no, don't say such things, what's the difference between that and casually."

He smiled and bumped Lucas lightly with his shoulder, "Just tell me what you want, no need to be polite to me."

Now it was Lucas who was struggling. He really didn’t like anything!

When Lucas was still in Gotham, Tim also asked him this question, but what Lucas lacked at that time was money, and he explained this to Tim very honestly.

Tim was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and then gave Lucas a card, as if he was relieved, "Great, in this case, I don't have to think about the gift for you." Then he said. Whenever there is a festival, Tim will transfer money to the card, which is very simple.

But it would be inappropriate for Lucas to say this now.

"I'm also curious about what Lucas likes?" Peter said.

Why are you here to join in the fun again!

Lucas glanced at Peter and said hesitantly: "...Let's play."

Video games are still very attractive to boys, and they are not very expensive.

"Games?" Harry was a little surprised, "You actually like games?"

“I can’t say I like it, I just want to try it,” Lucas said.

"Lucas, you've never played games, have you?" Peter opened his eyes wide.

"Yeah." Lucas nodded, then received their even more surprised looks, and asked helplessly: "So is there any problem?"

"No, no." Harry recalled the previous conversation with Lucas about his family background. It was obvious that Lucas, who was living alone in Gotham, had no leisure for entertainment.

"I'll give you a host computer." He smiled, "The absolute best configuration."

"Thank you in advance."

"What about me?" Peter asked, "You haven't given me any advice yet?"

Harry rolled his eyes at Peter, "Please, you can choose the gift for your girlfriend by yourself."

"I think Gwen will be happy with whatever you give her." Lucas said quietly.

"That's why I want to give Gwen a gift that will really make her happy!"

"Oh--"

"Forehead--"

Seeing his friends' speechless looks, Peter gave up and said, "Okay, I'll just think about it myself."

The three of them had a relaxing time, and Harry did not forget to say when he left: "The next time we go out to play, we have to wait for Halloween. This is Lucas' first winter in New York. Don't miss the evening." Halloween parade."

"it is good."

"Then we'll make an appointment then." Harry waved his hand and left the cafe.

"Ah..." As soon as Harry left, Peter lay down on the table.

"Is this your decision?" Lucas asked.

Peter turned his head, revealing half of his face, "I think there is no need to let Harry know about Norman's evil deeds..."

"Harry knows we are the Phantom Thieves."

Lucas' words made Peter's fingers curl up. He knew what Lucas meant. If he made Norman repent, Harry would definitely confront them directly.

He fell into a long silence, and finally said hoarsely: "That's it for now."