radicalducati Chapter 61: I'll Do It
Chapter 61: I'll Do It
Peter eventually changed back into his uniform under Gwen's disapproving gaze.
I changed into a fairly normal Halloween costume, such as wearing a pumpkin head.
Oz harbored resentment about this, and his gaze lingered on Gwen the whole way.
It's like saying, "You damn woman, you're only affecting the bond between me and Parker!"
Gwen responded with a cold laugh.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I'll tell everyone that you're looking at weird things."
"Then tell me, I listen to Peter tell me stories every night before I fall asleep."
A vein popped out on Gwen's forehead.
Dead bird! Dead bird! Dead bird!
Next time, she'll definitely stuff a few pieces of ginger into the fries box and choke that dead crow to death!
After having this thought, Gwen suddenly realized that Oz's words weren't so infuriating after all.
She hummed softly, put her hands behind her back, and noticed that Peter was still dialing Harry's number. She couldn't help but ask:
"Has Harry not answered the phone yet?"
"No, maybe she's sleeping?"
Peter shook his head, put down his phone, and called again, but still no one answered.
"Stop hitting Parker, Uncle O has checked for you, that kid is definitely sleeping."
"Is that so... alright then."
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Harry opened his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit room.
That feeling seemed to return; loneliness and darkness embraced him once more.
Outside the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of New York City at night are dazzling.
Inside the office, Harry lay on the sofa, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
He could hear car horns coming from below the street.
Even though the building was very tall, he could still hear a faint sound.
This made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Or rather, he hates this feeling.
The feeling of being alone.
"What time is it?"
Harry got up from the sofa, then fumbled around in the dark for a while before finding his phone.
When I opened it, I found that it was already 7:30 pm.
During this period, I received many phone calls and text messages from Peter.
Peter had five or six missed calls.
There were a lot of text messages.
17: 05.
Peter: Still busy?
17: 47.
Peter: Oz and I decided to dress up as Batman and Robin. Want to come? Oz said you'd be perfect as Green Lantern, hahaha...
18: 10.
Peter: Bro, how can you sleep so much? Or is the serum having some other effect on you?! Make sure to reply to this message as soon as possible!
18: 34.
Peter: Okay man, I've already called your assistant. You can really sleep! (Sweating)
19: 00.
This time, a photo was sent.
Peter and Gwen snuggled together, beaming with joy, while Oz, the little creature, placed its two feet on their heads and spread its wings.
Judging from their attire, Peter simply wore a pumpkin head, while Gwen wore a black and white spider costume, which suited the girl perfectly.
Then there's Oz, who's clearly a raven but insists on dressing up as a bat, which is quite comical.
There was also a sentence below the photo.
If you change your mind, remember to call me and we'll come pick you up.
"..."
Harry scrolled down the screen, still wanting more, and discovered that this was the last message Peter had sent.
The emptiness I felt after waking up from my afternoon nap completely vanished after seeing a string of messages from my good friend.
Some were simply excited to meet them as soon as possible.
Harry couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.
But then he glanced at the time.
It's already 7:30.
If we go back now...
I'm afraid it will cause them trouble.
Yes, he knew it was contradictory. One second he was thinking about getting to them as soon as possible, but the next second he chose to back down.
The reason is actually quite simple.
"Never bother others; as Osborne, you can only rely on yourself."
These were the words his father often used to scold him when he was a child.
He always felt useless, that he only caused trouble for others, and that he only knew how to ask others for help, without having any opinions of his own.
So after thinking it over, Harry finally gave up the idea of going to find them.
mobile phone screen.
Harry: Have fun, Happy Halloween.
Harry was just about to turn off the screen when he received a message from Peter.
Peter: Can pigs wake up?
Harry: ......
Peter: Seriously, whether you come or not, everyone's waiting for you!
Harry: Sorry, Peter. I really wanted to come, but something came up at the company. Maybe next time. As an apology, Osborne will pay for your meals tonight.
Peter remained silent for a moment.
Then a voice message was sent.
That cheeky voice is definitely Oz's.
Oz: Then buy me this Coney Island, I want to throw a grand banquet!
The speech suddenly stopped, as if Oz had been choked and was unable to speak.
Harry chuckled, guessing that it was Peter's girlfriend who had choked Oz, since he often saw the girl covering Oz's mouth as a jinx.
To this, all he could say was...
That was a good pinch!
Suddenly, Harry's ears twitched, and he quickly got up and looked out the French windows.
The excellent location provided him with a panoramic view of the city center.
"This is?"
Harry looked into the distance and noticed a plume of smoke rising into the air above the city's skyscrapers.
Then came a loud bang.
An explosion was heard from the street below.
Without the slightest hesitation, Harry decisively pulled out the hidden door to his office and went inside.
The steel helmet, with its overall green color scheme, shines with deep blue crystalline pupils in the darkness.
Harry thought a lot while he was getting dressed.
He needs to prove something to his best friend.
"While you're away, I'll protect this city."
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"Target spotted... the fish has taken the bait."
The message was redirected to another line, a completely new line that was heavily encrypted.
Finally, the message was transmitted to a certain communicator.
McCann pressed his headset button: "Get them ready."
"receive."
Once the message was delivered, McCann lay back in the soft chair.
He crossed his hands over his abdomen and hummed an unknown tune softly through his nose, seemingly extremely satisfied with the current outcome.
Harry Osborn.
What an incompetent kid.
He only learned a little bit of his father's temper, and he really thought he was Osborne.
He needs to make this kid understand something.
The position of CEO of the Osborne Group is not one you can simply choose to hold.
It's not about throwing a tantrum and then waving a will in front of everyone, saying, "Look, I am Norman Osborne's son, and this financial empire belongs to me!"
That's too naive.
McCann thought to himself.
When the right person is in the right place, it will only create intense sparks.
"I'll make you understand something tonight, Harry."
"Who is the most suitable candidate for this position?"
McCann stood up and instructed his subordinates who were waiting for orders: "Now, we will take control of the Osborn Group."
After saying that, he silently repeated a sentence in his mind.
Happy Halloween, Harry.
This is the candy I'm giving you.