Osborne Group, Normanâs expression was cold as he put down his phone.
The "American Military Industry Club" is truly formidable, directly tapping into the first-hand information.
"...That old fellow, has indeed betrayed me."
Norman spoke with conviction, making almost everyone forget that it was he who first decided not to care about Ethanâs cutting.
Whirrâ
The operating table, with a person strapped to it, was pushed into the room.
This was an operating room, and Norman had also put on his long-abandoned white coat, accompanied by two scientists assisting with the surgeryâ
All brought to him by his new friends.
"Mmph... Mmphââ!"
The man on the table was in utter terror, trying to scream but his mouth was gagged, and despite his limbs thrashing wildly, he was immobilized by the restraints on the table.
Norman put on a mask and waved to his assistant, "Begin the surgery."
The assistant administered a syringe full of sedative to the man on the table, who soon fell into a peaceful sleep.
Above the operating table, robotic arms slowly extended, revealing some green metallic parts waiting to be installed.
On the wall, a man was observing the situation through the camera; seeing this scene, he began to applaud:
"Excellent, excellentâ now thatâs the flavor of a high-tech enterprise, Mr. Osborne, wonât you introduce your invention?"
Norman incised the test subjectâs skin and began to implant electronic components.
"... Otto has been researching a kind of neural interface device for converting mechanical, electrical, and biological signals, enabling humans to control various kinds of mechanical prosthetics without delay.
However, as you see, the technology still has flaws; currently, it can only be used for controlling some simple medical machinery and suffers from extremely high latency.
It can even cause a variety of errors due to the bodyâs immune response and psychological factors.
What he doesnât know is that Iâve also been secretly perfecting this technology."
"I call this invention the Scorpion Battle Suit, a powerful biological weapon.
The armor itself borrows the design of a scorpionâs exoskeleton and can withstand tremendous pressure."
The exoskeleton connects directly with nerves and bones through the incisions in the skin, practically being welded onto the human body.
"... And it also has a scorpionâs tail, made from a high-strength alloy I developed personally, with a whipping force strong enough to flip an armored vehicle.
The tip can even penetrate the armor of a main battle tank directlyâ as simple as slicing through butter."
The tailâs sharp neural stimulation device is surgically attached to the test subjectâs coccyx, piercing through the bone and tapping into the spinal cord.
"... This tail isnât just for physical attacks; the battle suit is also equipped with various biochemical weapons: tear gas, poison gas, corrosive agents...
Anything you can think of can be launched through this tail, and theyâre all Osborneâs exclusive formulas, sponsored by the military. But they werenât deployed on the battlefield due to humanitarian treaties."
The tail was fully linked, and the exoskeleton began to be equipped with armor and complex systems, as well as a biochemical weapon arsenal.
Nearing completion.
Norman looked at the War Armor, which he had not been able to successfully activate and shook his head regretfully.
"It does have a flaw; due to the structure that defies human biomechanics and the addition of extra neural control components, itâs highly unlikely for the user to be able to correctly control the War Armor. Devastating fractures and nerve disarray could happen.
This is a problem that Ottoâs brain-machine interface couldnât solve.
But... if the War Armor canât adapt to people, then let the people adapt to the War Armorâ I will transfer the genetics of a scorpion into his body."
The person on the TV exhibited a curious expression:
"But, you mentioned that the Lizard Potion is not in your hands? Where did you get this technology?"
"Oh, my friend, please donât underestimate the Osborne Group; weâve mastered genetic engineering a long time ago, just not capable of creating a perfect genetic integration, and transcribing it into a human body.
In fact, even the finished product in Connersâ hands exposed an insoluble problem with rage.
Right now, Iâm trying to solve this problemâthis is a war armor with built-in biological monitoring functions.
It can monitor biological values, control the state of biological hormones in real-time... In short, you can think of war armor dynamically using various means to balance the wearerâs physiological levels,"
Norman had more to say, he was indeed far behind the International Gene Cooperative in genetic technology.
This Scorpion Potion would certainly lead to the death of the subjects, itâs just a matter of how long they would die and how miserable their death would be.
Thinking of this, Norman suddenly added, "...The war armor has defects, but thatâs precisely why human trials are needed, isnât it?"
The person on the TV nodded in affirmation, "Thatâs right, thatâs the spirit of scientific exploration."
The surgery was successful, the person was now completely enveloped in the green Scorpion Battle Suit, the only thing distinguishable from the green was the pair of orange-red goggles.
Norman was satisfied with the transformation.
...There were originally supposed to be three sets of biological battle armor. The Scorpion Battle Suit is for special operations, another set for frontal combat assaulter, and the last for air controlâ
Unfortunately, the military cut off the funding."
"Thatâs only because you hadnât met your new friend, that is meâ
Mr. Osborne, get ready to see how your creation performs, and then weâll take over Dr. Ottoâs project completely.
Iâm also quite interested in the remaining two sets of armor now, maybe you should restart the research right now..."
"Of course... However, the technology for the air control armor still needs to be acquired from a stubborn old man, you might have heard his name:
Adrian Tums."
"Oh, I certainly know him, a master in the field of electronics and mechanical engineeringâdonât worry, weâll manage."
Norman took a drink of water, looking at his masterpiece, the unease of his scientific side was gradually fading away.
Yes, these projects were halted, not only due to investment redirection but also because he saw their limitations, which made him stop the research.
These limitations were largely due to the education he had been through, which told him it was immoral and shouldnât be done.
But now, he had broken through!
He had broken through the weak moral constraints and reached a realm that the weak Norman Osborne could not!
"Thatâs good... Itâs a pleasure to cooperate with you."
"The feeling is mutual, Mr. Osborne."
...
"Academician Ethan is going to be a tarnished witness?"
The people about to leave for the trial were greatly surprised to hear this news.
After all, this old Logan had been very stubborn just a few days ago!
It wasnât much of a surprise to Lille though, Academician Ethan has been living it up these past few years, fattening on the support of the Osborne Group.
Since the Osborne Group is cooperating with the investigation, it made no sense for the old man to keep up the defiance.
To some extent, this was a prisonerâs dilemmaâbut logically speaking, he should have at least waited until after consulting with a lawyer before breaking.
Probably Osborne had done something to provoke him.
Lille shrugged, "Not everyone has the courage to face prison disastersâespecially since he has accomplices he could betray.
Ethan claimed that the Osborne Group had directed him to use an unidentified pharmaceutical, causing students to undergo lizardization; he also tried to blur the main causes of student death and cancer.
But all of this will come to light once we present the issues in court, and the judge will decide who is responsible for what.
Todayâs task is to settle this matter, which will help a lot with your reduced sentence, Peter, stand tall."
Peter nodded solemnly at Lille.