Chapter 12: Haste for Success

In the laboratory on the fifteenth floor of the Osborne Building, Norman Osborne was sitting in an office chair, holding a report recording the experimental data in his hand, listening to Professor Connors reporting the phased results of the project.

"After these several clinical trials, genetic medicine has achieved great success in animal experiments." With a confident smile on his face, Professor Connors pressed the remote control in his hand.

The display screen in front of Norman Osborne and Professor Connors shone brightly, showing several sets of videos. In each video, there was a white mouse in good condition living in the culture chamber.

It's just that these mice have different incomplete parts on their bodies, such as one eye, broken ears, broken tails, and broken limbs.

"In this genetic potion, I extracted lizard genes, hoping to use them to repair the damaged parts of these mice."

Following Professor Connors' words, a green smoke screen began to emit from the culture chamber in the video, and the smoke screen gradually covered the mice in the culture chamber.

"Zhizhizhi——"

As the smoke screen covered it, the mouse in the video began to scream in pain.

Amidst the bursts of sharp screams, the green smoke screen was gradually absorbed into the body of the white mouse. And at this moment, the originally mutilated parts of the bodies of these little white mice gradually extended into a pillar of flesh.

The flesh pillar turned into a callus in a very short period of time, and then broke apart, revealing the newly grown limbs inside the callus.

"This is simply a miracle." Norman Osborne murmured in a low voice as he looked at the mice on the video that were bouncing around again.

"No, no, no, this is not a miracle." Professor Connors shook his head: "This is the result of hard work and our hope for the next experiment."

"How long will it take?" Norman asked Professor Connors.

"It will take at least three years." Professor Connors said with some apology in his eyes: "What we have succeeded so far is only clinical trials in mammals, and there is still a lack of observation of drug resistance during this period. According to the experimental progress, we It still needs to be debugged on primates, and then clinical trials and observations must be repeated to ensure that it is correct before it can be applied to humans. "

Norman took a deep breath: "But Connors, I don't have so much time."

"" Professor Connors was silent for a moment and sighed softly: "Sorry, I will try to shorten the research process as much as possible, but I am not sure how long it will take."

Norman looked at Professor Connors, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes: "What if we skip the primate experiments and conduct human experiments directly."

"No!" Professor Connors' face instantly became serious: "Norman, this is illegal."

"What if it's legal?" Norman took out a document from his arms and handed it to Professor Connors: "It just so happens that General Ross of the military is very interested in our research."

"Even the military cannot put immature drugs into human experiments." Professor Connors stared at Norman: "So what is going on? Norman!"

"Who knows~" Norman shrugged: "Anyway, New York has such a large population, no one will notice if there are a few homeless people occasionally, right?"

"The most important thing is." Norman stood up and gently patted Professor Connors on the shoulder: "At least the military endorses us, so we don't need to have so many scruples."

"" Professor Connors lowered his head and did not answer Norman's words.

And Norman didn't care. After taking a look at the lively mice on the big screen, he walked out the door.

"I can not do it."

Just when Norman opened the door to the laboratory, Professor Connors's voice sounded behind Norman. A trace of displeasure flashed across Norman's face, with his back to Professor Connors, but it disappeared without a trace after turning around.

Norman leaned against the door and looked at Professor Connors quietly.

"Sorry, Norman." Professor Connors put down the document in his hand: "If you really want to be so radical, I can only choose to leave Osborn with the experimental data."

"Connors, do you know what you are talking about!" Norman frowned tightly.

"Of course I know." Professor Connors touched his broken right arm, raised his head and looked at Norman: "But I still can't agree with conducting human experiments in advance."

"Even if there is military endorsement, it does not mean that the risk is lost. If there is a problem with the experiment, a lot of human lives will be lost!"

Norman looked at Professor Connors who was speaking great truth, and the anger in his eyes could not be suppressed.

"So I'm sorry Norman." Professor Connors shook his head at Norman and put the work badge hanging on his chest on the table.

"Okay!" Norman closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth and said, "I promise you!"

"But you must compress the time as soon as possible!" Norman opened his eyes again and stared at Professor Connors: "If your experimental results have not been released on the day I receive the critical illness notice, then by that time You must not stop me anymore! This is my last line!"

"No problem." Professor Connors finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Norman's promise, and then tightened his nerves.

After all, for Professor Connors, Norman's concession was based on the premise that he could shorten the experimental time. If he didn't hurry up, the madness of a dying man would be something that no one could resist.

"I hope you won't let me down." Norman looked at Professor Connors deeply, turned around and left the laboratory.

In the descending elevator, Norman, who was alone, made a phone call with a gloomy face.

"After get off work tonight, find a way to copy the experimental data of Connors' laboratory and the equation of the genetic drug."

"Since he doesn't want to, then we will find someone who is willing to take over his experiment!"

Obviously, when Norman was in the laboratory just now, his last promise to Professor Connors was just a lie made up to stabilize him.

After all, no one would joke with his own life. Since he could take a shortcut in advance, how could Norman foolishly wait for Professor Connors's illusory experimental time.

Ding——

The elevator door slowly opened, and Norman just hung up the phone in his hand.

"Chairman." Outside the elevator door, the Osborne Group employees who were waiting for the elevator saw Norman in the elevator and hurriedly greeted him respectfully.

"Yeah." Norman looked at the employees outside the elevator, and his originally cold face turned into a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

He walked out of the elevator, gently patted the employee on the shoulder in front of him, and whispered comfortingly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." The employees felt so excited about such an approachable boss, and even felt that even tonight's overtime was full of motivation.

There will be another update, which will probably be later