American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Inside the Daily Bugle, everyone was gathered.

They had all been awakened by the sudden Spider-Man versus Electro incident and subsequently called back by their respective superiors.

A newspaper is a news-oriented enterprise.

News demands speed and efficiency.

Now that it was late at night, they had to replace the news material they had prepared with tonight's battle before dawn.

It must be said that in tonight's battle, Spider-Man was the overwhelming victor.

The victory in the battle was only one aspect; by striking down the villain, Spider-Man firmly established himself on the side of justice.

It was easy to imagine that in tomorrow's public opinion polls, Spider-Man's approval rating would definitely skyrocket.

However, Spider-Man was still somewhat young, operating alone, simply wanting to help others, and not skilled in managing his public image.

If he, like the Boys, had found an agent to help him, he might already be famous, and in a couple of years, he could engage in some quid pro quo deals with influential figures.

Finding a suitable opportunity to reveal his true identity, as long as he maintained his public support, running for mayor wouldn't be impossible.

However, for Spider-Man, who preferred to maintain his image as a friendly neighborhood hero, he probably had no interest in holding public office.

The battle with Electro exposed the inadequacy of his equipment; the battery in his web-shooter detonated upon contact, so he needed to replace it with a more powerful battery.

He would probably spend tonight in the garage again.

Jill and Carlos brought back crucial footage, and Qi Shan had specifically dispatched a camera crew to bring back complete information about the entire battle.

Aoli was so excited that she was almost hyperventilating; although she had only worked at the newspaper, the news industry was all interconnected, and no one understood the value of this footage better than she did.

Qi Shan didn't show up in person but sent a text message to the workgroup, instructing everyone to stay in their positions and quickly compile a presentable report to replace the headline.

The footage could be used freely or resold, and Aoli was responsible for that aspect.

The interview team was dispatched overnight to find several key figures to record interview information; tomorrow's several pages of reports would all revolve around Spider-Man and this battle.

More importantly, Qi Shan provided detailed information about Electro, Max.

Such a large amount of material excited everyone so much that they were almost getting nosebleeds.

That night, the lights of the Daily Bugle did not go out.

The carnival in the news world had nothing to do with Qi Shan; now that the catalyst had appeared, Qi Shan felt it was time to contact the Little Green Goblin.

Speaking of which, Harry Osborn was quite tragic.

Although his father had given him a privileged life, he hadn't given him any fatherly love.

From the time he was old enough to understand, he had been away at school; the wealth brought only emotional emptiness.

His father spent more than ten years a year conducting disease research.

Originally, several projects had already yielded preliminary results, but first, he was betrayed by Spider-Man's father.

Clearly a researcher, he inexplicably became an undercover agent, using the banner of the nation and justice to accept other people's invested research results with a clear conscience, claiming that it was for world peace.

After attending a board meeting, the intelligent Harry had clearly sensed the board's hostility towards him.

Several powerful factions were already eager to make a move; he could clearly feel that something was wrong, but he didn't have any good solutions.

He hadn't gone home for several days, staying alone in the chairman's office.

Going home was also being alone, and being here was also being alone; whether he went home or not made no difference to Harry.

His father had given him a small quantum computer, only the size of a two-stage Rubik's cube, small and exquisite, with a black body and silver edges.

Remembering the solemn application that seemed like giving a last will, he felt that there were some secrets inside, but after tinkering with it for several days, he couldn't find a way to open it.

The green scales on his neck were spreading to his face; he could clearly feel that something was constantly growing inside his body.

His physique was getting weaker and weaker, but his energy was getting more and more abundant.

Even if he didn't sleep for a day and a night, he still didn't feel any fatigue.

He was a little panicked, inevitably afraid, but he didn't know who to confide in; besides a personal assistant, he didn't trust anyone in the huge Osborn Group.

The big screen was constantly broadcasting tonight's sudden accident.

Because of the board of directors' cover-up order, Harry still didn't know that Electro was actually an employee of the Osborn Group.

Harry looked expressionlessly at the interviewed person who was speaking excitedly and slowly raised his glass of wine.

He decided that after drinking this glass of red wine, he would go to sleep; even if he wasn't sleepy, he had to lie in bed.

This was a habit he had developed over many years.

Just then, the Osborn Group's artificial intelligence suddenly appeared and reported somewhat stiffly: "Mr. Altman, Mr. Mike Qi, who had scheduled an appointment with you in advance, has arrived. Should I ask him to come in?"

Harry said in surprise: "Scheduled in advance?"

"That's right. One minute ago, Mike Qi's appointment suddenly appeared. The suffix indicates that he is a guest you invited!"

Harry was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "To be able to break through the Osborn Group's network, I took the opportunity to stroll through the technology department, steal patent information, and then use it to schedule a meeting with me.

This uninvited guest is somewhat interesting! Ask him to come up, and also notify the security personnel to block off the lobby on the first floor and await my orders!"

"Okay, Mr. Osborn!"

Then the artificial intelligence directly disappeared.

The glass door of the chairman's office opened automatically, and a young man in a suit walked in slowly.

Harry looked over and sized up Qi Shan without saying a word.

Qi Shan smiled and said: "Harry Osborn, as expected of the owner of the Osborn Group, you actually let an uninvited guest in without the slightest precaution. Aren't you afraid that I will be detrimental to you?"

Harry said: "Compared to my own safety, I'm more curious about your purpose!"

Qi Shan nodded: "It seems that Norman still failed. More than ten years of research and tens of billions of funds were ultimately wasted!"

Qi Shan shook his head and sighed softly, then walked straight to the sofa area, skillfully found a bottle of red wine, found a relatively clean glass, and slowly poured half a glass.

Harry walked over calmly and sat opposite Qi Shan.

After Qi Shan finished drinking the wine and put down the glass, he slowly said: "So who are you?"