The God of Injustice in Marvel

Norman wanted to say: No.

But at this moment, he suddenly figured out one thing, that is, no matter how hard he begged for mercy or held back, the final result might have been doomed.

From the moment he was driven away by Leon but refused to leave, the end of death was already waiting for him.

In this case, it’s better to really be yourself for once.

Straightening up, Norman put his hands on the ground under Leon's gaze, stood up, smiled contemptuously, and put on his Green Goblin mask.

"Leon, you may be strong enough to kill me, but you can't make me surrender, ever!"

Oh yo~

"Yeah?"

Leon was still squatting on the ground, looking up at Norman Osborne who was standing up. After asking a question, he lowered his head and reached into his arms. He kept digging out, but he couldn't see what was in his clothes. Anyway, he took out a tablet.

computer.

Standing up, Leon took the tablet and operated it: "Ah! I found it. I found it. You see, this is a trick I learned from you after being monitored by you for so long.

You also know that Tony is a mechanical pioneer and a technology expert. So... without saying so much, this is the surveillance video at the door of Tony's underground studio last time. Look, this is the Electro-Optic Man. Who is this?

Jillian or someone else's, well... look at him, he exploded.

Well, this is you. Well...you should be begging me for mercy at this time."

Norman Osborne never expected that someone would carry this thing with him!

What is the purpose of recording a video of an enemy making a fool of himself and carrying it with him!

Just for this moment?

Are you tired from living a damn life? How many of these things do you still have in your body?

It’s amazing to have space magic!

Norman didn't know that Lyon's portable space for storing things was really large.

Moreover, there is only one such thing in Lyon, and only two such videos are stored in it.

One share is his, and the other share is his.

"Hey~ don't worry. Look, there's more here. This is from the last time I went to your place to look for the Extremis virus. Oh, your suit looks good, but I didn't pay attention at the time. Look..."

"That's enough!!"

Norman knocked over the tablet in Leon's hand, and through the grinning pattern of the Green Goblin's mask, you could see Norman's twisted expression behind the mask.

Leon could dodge, but he didn't. He let Norman knock over the things in his hands. Without looking back, he opened the lower edge of his mask, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He pointed back with his thumb: "This

This thing is quite expensive, so you have to pay for it."

"I'm going to accompany you for the hell of it... ugh!"

Leon flashed in front of Norman like a ghost, pinched the lower half of Norman's face with one hand, and blocked his words.

"Why don't you speak politely? If you say bad words, you will easily be beaten by the big brothers in society. Didn't the teacher teach you this when you were in school?"

Holding the cigarette with his fingers, Leon poked the cigarette butt in the center of the Green Goblin's forehead, and slowly twirled it: "I hate wearing the same clothes and makeup as others. People with special numbers wear clown makeup, and you also wear clown makeup. If not,

Seeing how well you hide it, there is no crime that can be purified, and I would have killed you long ago..."

Norman couldn't understand the true intention behind Leon's purification, but when the word was combined with the word crime, the meaning was already obvious.

Norman just didn't expect that Leon actually thought he was a just person and a crime buster?!

The pain in his forehead was far less painful than the feeling of humiliation at this moment, which hurt Norman's heart. He raised his arm, but stopped halfway.

Norman didn't think he could open Leon's hand and stop him from continuing to twist the extinguished cigarette butt on his forehead and continue to humiliate himself.

In this case, why not give it a try and end it all as soon as possible...

The raised arm dropped, and Norman pressed the control button hidden on his belt to start his skateboard.

At the same time, he also pressed a device on the back of his waist that required fingerprint entry to unlock.

When the flying skateboard locked his position and automatically found its way, and flew this way from behind Leon, Norman's hanging arms were raised again, locking Leon's hands tightly.

"Um?"

Leon doesn't quite understand. How come you, with your small arms and legs, want to kill me?

"Haha...Lion, goodbye, you bastard! Hahahahahaha!!"

"Are you laughing at your mother? You... huh?"

Leon heard a beeping sound, which sounded chaotically behind him.

When he turned around, a flying skateboard with a lot of flashing pumpkin bombs on it was rushing towards him.

There is absolutely no intention of avoiding it.

Turning back, he raised his hand to pinch Norman's face and lifted Norman higher. Leon said approvingly: "Not bad, I thought you could endure it until the end, like Sima Yi, Tokugawa Ieyasu and the like.

If you do, maybe you can become a hero, but you will never be able to escape the shadow of people like me in this life.

Let's die together... Haha... I'm sorry..."

Leon pinched him and took it back, shrugging apologetically: "You can't kill me. But... I allow you to end your life in the way you choose. Anyway..."

Bang——!!!

After the sound of an explosion, more explosions sounded in the next moment, so dense and fast that it sounded like there was only one sound.

A flying skateboard carrying more than a dozen pumpkin bombs was loaded onto Lyon. The bomb that was activated in advance triggered the explosion of other bombs, covering Lyon, who bore the brunt, and Norman, who was only one meter away from Lyon.

The two "clowns" with strange makeup on their faces who were standing here just now were instantly submerged in the firelight and thick smoke and disappeared.

When the thick smoke dissipated and the firelight dispersed into scattered flames all over the ground, there was only a dark "human-shaped standing sign" standing there with hands raised.

Putting down his arms that had no sleeves and only the dark skin exposed, Leon coughed and stretched out his hand to pat himself...

This is no longer a matter of dust or not, it's as if everyone crawled out from under the stove.

"Ahem... Damn... I should have known better than to pretend to be such a b*tch. The review just now was completely in vain. I didn't remember anything at all..."

Leon touched the top of his head, and found that his hat was gone again, his clothes were ruined again, and he had become like this.

I pinched my waist and looked around. I saw that the number one criminal genius in the Big Apple City who had not committed many crimes had just passed away and turned into ashes. I felt sorry for myself that I even lost my entire outfit in order to cooperate with him to create a bit of an epic feeling.

, and made myself look like this.

"Sigh... I have never been this miserable since I debuted. Even the Scarlet Witch didn't beat me like this. I'm like a beggar...

Norman, your death is worth it...but you still have to pay for my clothes and tablet!"

After roughly cleaning himself up in the river, Leon took out his wholesale clothes and hats from the space. Leon looked around and saw that Norman had died quite completely, leaving nothing behind.

What else can he do? He can't pay for his own money, so Leon can only take it by himself~

The air dance technique was activated, and Leon flew straight to the building of Osborne Biotechnology.

…………………………

"What is this all about..."

It can be seen that since being visited by Leon last time, Norman has carried out a new "renovation" on his private workplace.

Not only has the mechanism been made more concealed, but the material has also been replaced with an alloy door.

It just has no effect on Lyon.

Taking out the Holy Sword of Physics, Leon directly conducted an indiscriminate test on Norman's office. The results were gratifying. He found Norman's new secret room.

But there is no money.

Except for the various uniforms, masks, bombs, and improved and unimproved skateboards on the workbench, the rest are all kinds of documents.

Except paper is still paper.

“Oh shit, you can’t, such a big boss doesn’t even have any cash in the office?

You really go out here wholeheartedly just to cause destruction!"

In fact, Leon thought wrongly. Although the purpose of Norman's hidden room was to create a secret research room and logistics office for the purpose of carrying out sabotage and crime, due to Leon's own existence, this office was completely useless.

The most common use is to provide a place to yell at Leon when Norman is upset.

Flipping through the pile of documents, Leon sighed, "What the heck, isn't this a big loss!"

When he thought about the fact that he had pretended twice today, and both times ended poorly, with the results of being a saint in front of others and swallowing tears in front of others, Leon felt that his whole body was not good.

But there is no place to scold...

What can he do? It's all his own fault.

As he flipped through the billionaire's documents distractedly, those priceless high-tech equipment and weapons blueprints were worthless to Lyon.

Tony is still alive. If Leon really wanted to do it, wouldn't he be afraid that he wouldn't have the support of logistics and mechanical equipment?

Feeling more and more bored, Leon simply sat down in front of Norman's desk, picked up a document and crumpled it into a ball of paper in his hand.

Whoosh~bia~

"What the hell can't you throw it into a trash can?! Fuck...!"

Men are so strange and paranoid sometimes.

Leon pulled over another piece of paper, formed a ball and conducted another "shooting training".

Didn’t get in again!

"What the hell? I don't believe it!"

Immediately, he angrily pulled over another document, rubbed it twice, and was about to throw it out, when Leon stopped.

"Wait a minute...this one seems different?"

Putting down his raised hand, Leon flattened the paper ball on the table and started watching.

After a while, with a strange smile, Leon stood up and sent out several clones to sort out the messy documents in the room for him.

I was busy looking for money just now, so I didn't have the time to look at what was written on each piece of paper. This coincidental discovery actually made Leon encounter an interesting thing.

After a while, all the documents Leon needed were found and spread out on the table one by one.

"This is...a contract. Hehehe...I remember this project, this rocket, but it will bring back a lot of interesting and good things."

After reading this contract, Leon's previous depression was gone, and he knew that he could have fun again.

…………………………

In a research institute of a certain company, a young man who looked like an Indian brother was absently listening to the report of his subordinates. Not long after listening, the Indian man reached out his hand with an unhappy face.

The subordinates stopped reporting.

"You just said what happened to the experiment."

The Indian guy's words sounded very calm, so calm that there was almost no obvious emotional fluctuation, so that the question did not feel like a question, but like a statement.

Although the voice of the Indian guy was not high-pitched, and his mood did not fluctuate much, the old man wearing a strange protective suit-like clothes that looked like a doctor but not a doctor or a researcher, the hand holding the notebook with the report and records was a bit...

Trembling.

He has been a researcher in this biological company for ten years and an experimental supervisor for three years. From the old chairman of the previous generation to the young chairman of this generation, the two father and son have the same disgusting smiling tiger look. He is too

Familiar.

After thinking for a moment, he knew that there was no way he could pass this level, so he pretended to flip through the report in his hand, and said hesitantly: "Well... this... although the results of our experiment this time are not

Such an ideal, but judging from the report, our experimental direction is not wrong. As long as I am given more time to try, I believe I can definitely..."

"Do you think Osborn Biotechnology will give us this time if I give you this time?"

The experiment director's words were interrupted, but he did not dare to refute at all. He just held the research report, sweat gradually flowing down his bald head.

"What? When they come to me with contracts to ask for products, will I read them one by one with your pile of failure or failure reports?

ah?!

Speak. I’ll let you speak!”

There was silence.

The experimental director held the experimental report and lowered his head. The man in his fifties just stood there with his head lowered, humbly allowing the young man in his early twenties who was sitting on the expensive sofa in front of him to scold him without saying a word.

I didn't dare to speak, I didn't dare to refute a word.

It may be that this kind of thing has happened too many times. Whether it is the "sincere admission of mistake" by the experimental director or the angry outburst of the young president, there is nothing that can be done about the result of another failure and is of no help.

The CEO obviously knew this. After scolding him for a few times, his eyes flashed with coldness, and then gradually faded away.

This supervisor cannot die yet, at least not at this juncture.

"Okay, you go do your thing."

The supervisor secretly exhaled in a tight tone, not daring to say anything. He just lowered his head and nodded heavily, turned around and left quickly.

The young CEO Asan also sighed, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and gently rubbed his temples with his hands.

What a headache...

Then, before he could relieve his headache, a subordinate knocked on his door.

"Boss, you need to take a look at this."

The man had a stern expression and stretched out his hand to hand over a report.

"What happened again?"

The CEO casually took the report and asked casually as he turned it over.

He asked, and the subordinate replied: "The rocket we launched before crashed."

The hand turning over the documents suddenly stopped, and a classic curse came out of President Ah San's mouth.

"I'm numb...Fake!!"

(PS: Two updates tomorrow, try to update three.)