[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

At the weekend, Mr. Edrick gave the apprentice a break, and Lydia finally had time to visit her friends in New York.

It had been five days since Harry hadn't responded to her messages, and it had been a week since Harry had ignored Peter.

The two got in touch across Harry, and Peter offered to pick him up at the station.

After the image of the domineering royal sister Lilith in Spider-Man's eyes was shattered, when he saw Lydia again, he was no longer as nervous as before.

He waited at the station for a short time, and finally he waited for the red-haired girl whose hair was about to start curling again.

Today's weather is fine, the sun is shining on the body in winter, giving people a warm feeling.

After possessing superpowers, Peter is naturally not afraid of the cold. He only added a jacket over the sweater, and he hasn't zipped it yet.

He had his hands in his pockets, chewing gum in his mouth, and his fluffy hair looked very pleasing to the touch.

Although he didn't say it, Lydia could almost feel his anxiety through the change of his breath.If Peter's dog's ears and tail can be materialized, I'm afraid they all hang down, I feel wronged.

As the Avengers reserve Spider-Man, Peter is no longer a wild new hero alone.But about Harry, he didn't think he could tell anyone, not even Mr. Stark.

The only thing he could think of was Lilith—oh no, Lydia.

"He hasn't come to school for a week," Peter said quickly, and his voice was full of teenage voice, with a little worry, "I know he's in a bad mood, and it hasn't been right since he went back last time. I also asked But he said nothing, I thought it was his father or something else, so I didn't ask carefully, and it became more and more wrong."

"He doesn't come to school, doesn't answer my phone calls, doesn't answer my text messages," Peter almost pulled his hair out, "the last text message he sent me back was 'Spiderman is absolutely not allowed to come to my house'!"

Lydia frowned too.

Harry was not a character to worry about.

"Let's visit him at his house?" Lydia came up with an idea that she didn't know what kind of idea, "You know how to get to his house, right?"

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and nodded vigorously: "I know."

***

Osborne's house is not a manor, but a luxurious villa.

The last time Peter was here was when he was in primary school, before Harry moved to the Metropolis.In a blink of an eye, they were all high school students.

The little spider glanced at Lydia, then at the gate of Osborne's house, at Lydia, then at the gate.

"...I don't think it's right."

He frowned.

Experience taught him that there was nothing wrong with trusting his instincts.He looked up, looked at the four-story villa, and subconsciously took a step back.

In an instant, the spider sense exploded in his brain, and Peter was as nimble as an animal, dodging a bomb that fell from the sky, and amidst the violent explosion and the surrounding smoke, he sighed: "What's going on! "

"Hahahahaha——"

Distorted and piercing laughter sounded, a green figure rushed out of the smoke, and in the blink of an eye, three small pumpkin-colored bombs flew out, hitting the innocent little Peter.

The young Spider-Man had no choice but to press the button on his chest, and in a few seconds, Iron Man's upgraded suit wrapped the boy up, providing a layer of protection.

"I just came to see my friends..." Spider-Man muttered, talking to himself to relieve his pressure, "This is the Green Goblin, right? The one who appeared on the list of wanted criminals the day before yesterday, right? By the way, Lilith! Harry!"

He coughed twice, and the high-tech suit called Lydia who disappeared for some reason.

"Hey, Lilith," he said, dodging the laughing goblin, "are you all right?"

Of course Lydia is fine.

The smoke covered the enemy's tracks, and naturally helped cover hers.

Lydia didn't change her uniform. The clothes she was wearing today made it easier for her to move around. She climbed onto the windowsill and entered the Osborne's villa.

She answered the phone, pressed the receiver to her ear, looked at the smashed decorations and glass, and frowned: "I'm fine. That guy came after you. I'll go and see Harry first."

Peter: "Eh? But—"

The phone has been hung up.

[There are points outside, Lydia,] the system reminded her, [Are you sure you want to give the points to Spider-Man?According to our current rules, the points of the enemies he defeated will not belong to you. 】

[Harry may be in danger. 】

That's all Lydia said.

It's true that she wants points, but friends are more important than points.Even without Lilith, Spider-Man should be able to last a while outside, but what about Harry?Harry is just a normal human being!

System: [He is the future villain! 】

Lydia: [Shut up. 】

The system aggrieved and stopped talking.

Osborne's villa was in a mess, and those expensive decorations were also broken into pieces and scattered all over the place.

She found Harry unconscious in a dark bedroom.

The brown-haired boy had a big bump on his forehead, and there was a pinch mark on his neck. He was only wearing dark green home clothes, his eyes were black and blue, and he was clutching a password box tightly.

It's a pity that the box has been opened, and there is a row of depressions inside, and now only the last two green injections are left.

"Harry?"

The boy's eyelids trembled, and he struggled to open his eyes.

Green eyes were blank.

There were still red marks on his face from slaps, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and his voice was trembling: "Lydia...help him..."

"what?"

The boy's lips moved: "...that's my father."

Lydia groaned again, subconsciously filled with sympathy for Harry.

No wonder the system always says he is a villain... because his father is a villain, just like Lydia's brother is Lex Luthor.

【certainly not! 】The system retorted loudly, 【The villain is speculated based on the behavior pattern!Not inherited!Lydia you're a superhero you're not a villain! 】

The red-haired girl piled all the coat and everything on for Harry, then turned around and jumped out of the window: 【Then Harry can also be a hero, not a villain. 】

Lilith is online again.

And Harry held Lydia's clothes in a daze, and silently covered his face.

He didn't cry.

He won't cry.

He's just... sad.

Five days ago, Harry followed his father's instructions and found Curtis Connors, giving him the last three days.Three days later, Connors, who claimed to be Dr. Lizard, came to Osborn's house with his research results.

His reagent originally only combined human genes with lizard genes, and the side effect of limb regeneration was just changing from "human" to "lizard"; but in the next three days, under Connors' modification, a new drug appeared new side effects.

Cells are constantly dying and regenerating, whether they are body cells—or brain cells.

Norman Osborn was really dying, but he didn't want to die, not at all.

He forcibly snatched the formula from Connors and injected himself.

The potion was still immature, and within the validity period of the potion, Norman recovered his health.He felt the long-lost power and the joy of free movement. At the same time, green scales grew on his body, and he really became a lunatic.

It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that there were so many things hidden in his home.

Osborne is a business, in addition to the biotechnology industry, also researches arms.When Stark withdrew from the military industry before, he also competed with Hammer for the position of a military supplier. Unfortunately, Norman had a physical problem and did not have time to attend the bidding meeting.

Those technologies were hidden in Osborn's house, and it only took a few minutes for the crazy Norman to become the "Green Goblin".

Green Goblin is crazy.

In order to monopolize the potion formula and to prove that he has recovered, he killed Connors, the medical staff who took care of him, and almost killed Harry.

Then he put on his gear, stepped on a jet ski, and took to the skies over New York armed with a pumpkin bomb and a few other new weapons.

The reason why Osborne can stand in New York shows that he also has his own uniqueness.

His appearance and disappearance did not leave enough clues, so the Avengers who arrived later did not catch his tail in time, making the Green Goblin, who only appeared for a few 10 minutes but killed more than a dozen people, laugh wildly like this run away.

Norman was crazy, but not crazy.

Those people who used to have friction have become hated people in their crazy thoughts, and most of them were killed by him.And he could calmly wipe his tail clean and return to the villa.

So happy!

So... insane.

The medicine is time-sensitive, and before midnight, Norman collapsed on the ground.Those cloudy eyes looked at Harry who finally escaped from the closed room, making his only remaining relatives burst into tears for him.

Harry didn't know what he should do.

The whole home, except for the corpse, is the murderer.And the murderer was his father, the only father.

He was also going crazy.

He didn't know how he was so calm.The weather was cold just in time.He dragged the body together, wiped away any obvious blood, and clumsily prepared a meal for his father.

First... let's hide it.

But this time the potion seemed to burn out the last trace of Norman's vitality.

This time, he was really going to die.

Either become crazy, or really die.

Norman frantically flipped through the documents left by Connors and the formulas left by A.I.M. Looking at the documents of Spider-Man, he seemed to grasp the last straw.

"Harry! I want Spider-Man, I want Spider-Man! Just catch him and I'll live, I'll live!"

"Dad, calm down—"

"Get out! Get out! You want me to die! Get out—no, give me the medicine, give me the medicine...I'll go myself, I can go by myself!"

This is probably the flashback.

Harry, who hadn't slept in three days, had no energy to stop his father.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Lydia.

What should he do?That's his... father...

The teenager sat in the ruined room, the bedroom with the curtain drawn was empty and huge, filled with a disgusting smell of decay.

He covered his face, hugged the warm clothes, and buried his face in his knees, the warm liquid gushing out left wet marks on the light-colored clothes.

Harry could hear the explosions outside, the twisted and distorted laughter through the helmet, the beating of his own heart, and his father's screaming, his own name, in his head.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes almost lost focus.

There are two green injections left. The clear green reflects a faint halo, which seems to have a different kind of temptation.

He's going crazy too.