Chapter 139 Dark Tide

In the night, the underground laboratory of Osborne Industries was still brightly lit.

Professor Connors drank the coffee in the cup, rubbed his aching head and sighed softly.

"Only less than half a year?"

Ever since he knew that Norman's condition was getting worse, Professor Connors began to work overtime to continue to develop drugs that can treat genetic diseases.

Although Norman and Harry are both victims of familial genetic diseases, Harry is still in the recessive stage because of his young age. Norman is just the opposite. His genetic disease has shown symptoms in the middle and late stages half a year ago.

This means that the drug that could be used to treat Harry can only play a relieving role for Norman.

This also means that it is a completely impossible task for Professor Connors to develop a drug that can cure Norman's genetic disease within half a year.

But Professor Connors still decided to give it a try.

After all, Norman is an old friend he has known for many years. They have helped and supported each other. Although they have had disagreements, they have reconciled.

With so many years of friendship, Professor Connors can't just remain indifferent and watch Norman die.

"Go on." Professor Connors glanced at the experimental data on the table, patted his face, forced himself to cheer up, sat on the chair and planned to continue his research.

"Professor." But at this moment, Harry's voice sounded from the door of the laboratory.

Professor Connors turned around and found Harry and Peter standing outside the door.

"Why are you here?" Professor Connors turned off the computer screen on the table calmly, turned around and asked Peter and Harry jokingly.

"So is there another thrilling crime in New York tonight?"

"Of course not." Harry and Peter walked into the laboratory, and Peter spread his hands to Professor Connors and showed his ordinary casual clothes.

"We can't fight crime in this outfit, can we?"

"Oh?" Professor Connors nodded, and asked the two of them with some doubts: "What are you doing here tonight?"

"I'm just curious, why are you still working overtime in the laboratory during this period of time, Doctor."

Harry calmly bypassed Professor Connors and came to the computer that Professor Connors had just turned off.

Not good!

Professor Connors' heart jumped, and he wanted to turn around to stop Harry's action, but Peter, who was silent, held his shoulder.

"Sure enough," Harry looked at Professor Connors's somewhat intense reaction, turned on the computer monitor, and looked at the file information on "Late-stage treatment of familial genetic diseases" displayed by the computer voice, and murmured in a low voice: "Did my father's health never get better?"

After Harry's physical and mental recovery was successful, Harry once asked Norman, who was getting thinner and thinner.

Since it is a familial genetic disease, has Norman's genetic disease been successfully treated by himself?

At that time, Norman's answer was naturally successful, and the thin body was a sequelae of the treatment.

Harry didn't think so much at the time, and felt that Norman had no need to lie to him, so after resting for a while, he continued to play the "game" of superheroes saving New York with Peter.

But it was not until today that Harry realized how wrong he was.

"Professor." Harry asked Professor Connors in a trembling voice: "Can you cure my father?"

"." Professor Connors fell into silence. He looked at Harry's pleading eyes and sighed: "Whether it is the time left for me or Norman, it is too short."

"I will do my best, but I can't guarantee that I will develop the treatment before he falls."

Harry heard what Professor Connors meant and asked him in a low voice: "So how long will my father have?"

"No more than half a year." Professor Connors shook his head regretfully: "But according to Norman's current lifestyle, half a year may not be enough"

As Professor Connors said, their time now is too short.

Especially Norman usually works too hard on the company's affairs, which makes his already weak body overdrawn more seriously.

"Harry." Peter walked to Harry's side and patted his shoulder gently as if to comfort him.

"If I take over my father's current work and let him have some free time." Harry raised his head and asked Professor Connors with a little hope: "If so, can my father have more time?"

"Yes, it can be said," Professor Connors said to Harry hesitantly: "But you should know that the effect is not obvious."

"But it is better than doing nothing."

The next morning, Norman, wearing pajamas, walked out of the room and looked at the open door of Harry's room in confusion.

"Harry?" Norman walked into the room in confusion, but there was no sign of Harry in the room.

"Going out again?" Just when Norman thought that Harry was acting as a vigilante in New York with Peter again, he found Harry sitting in the living room.

"I thought I would see your and Peter's photos in the newspaper again today." Norman looked at Harry and the Green Goblin armor on the coffee table in front of Harry, and asked Harry half-jokingly: "So is there something wrong with this armor?"

"Of course not." Harry stood up and stared at Norman: "Father, I thought about it last night. I don't want to be a superhero anymore. I want to help you manage the company!"

Norman's smile faded. He looked at the determination in Harry's eyes and sighed softly: "Did you notice something?"

"Yes, so I want to make it easier for you."

"If it were you, I might let you take over my job." Norman shook his head at Harry.

"But the abilities you have now should not be limited to a small company, Harry."

"And no company leader is a superhero who will turn into a flaming skeleton."

"What if I'm no longer a superhero?" Harry seemed to be expressing his determination to Norman, and a flame suddenly ignited in his hand.

In Norman's astonished sight, the flames condensed into a burning skeleton beside Harry.

This was the fire of revenge that Johnny deposited in Harry when he sent Harry out of hell.

But now, Harry has separated the fire of revenge from his body.

The fire of revenge nodded to Harry and Norman, and then dissipated in front of the two.

"Harry, why are you doing this!" Norman looked at Harry, who turned pale because of the separation of the fire of revenge.

"This is my own choice." Harry smiled at Norman: "After all, New York will not lack a superhero like me, but I only have you as a father."

"." Norman's inner defense was finally defeated by Harry's words, and he sighed at Harry.

"Being a leader of a company is very hard. Since you have really decided, there is no turning back."

"Don't worry, father"

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In a certain dimension of hell, a painful scream came.

"Damn Johnny Blaze! You will be punished sooner or later."

Johnny, who turned into a flaming skeleton, rode on a flaming motorcycle, holding Mephisto's incarnation in this dimension in his hand.

"Maybe, but don't worry, it will be after I kill you completely." The fire of revenge in Johnny's hand became more and more intense, and directly surrounded this incarnation of Mephisto.

As a result, Mephisto's incarnation was completely annihilated in this dimension without even making a final scream.

After doing all this, Johnny looked at the ruins around him that had become dilapidated due to the battle, and his originally empty eyes suddenly looked up at the sky.

"Wow? Did this little guy actually send back his power?" Johnny felt the power of the fire of revenge that came back from Harry, and murmured in surprise.

"I didn't expect that you could resist the temptation of power?" Johnny's skeleton face showed a smile: "If I have time, I really want to see why the little guy made such a decision."

Sigh---

The sound of the neighing of the horse came from far to near to Johnny.

Carter Shredder of the Phantom Rider rode his old friend to Johnny's side.

"Did you encounter something good?" Carter looked at the smile on Johnny's face and asked him puzzledly.

"Nothing, I just found that the little guy I met before seemed quite interesting." Johnny squeezed the throttle on the handlebar of the motorcycle, causing the motorcycle to make a buzzing sound.

"Speaking of which, this has something to do with you."

"Oh?" Carter suddenly became interested, and when he wanted to listen to Johnny continue to talk, Johnny released the brake, turning the motorcycle into a line of fire and driving towards the distance, leaving only Johnny's voice echoing in the original place.

"If you want to know, catch up with me and I'll tell you."

Carter looked at Johnny, who had galloped into the distance and turned into a small dot, chuckled and shook his head, gently swinging the reins in his hand.

"Go!"

The horse turned into a white silver light and quickly chased Johnny.

The two lights chased each other and finally disappeared in this dimension.

"Damn Johnny Blaze!!!"

In a tavern in another hell dimension world, a humanoid creature with a pointed face and monkey cheeks punched the table in anger.

"Kukuku!!" Next to this humanoid creature, a mysterious man covered in a black cloak looked at the appearance of this humanoid creature and couldn't help but let out a gloating laugh.

"Mephisto, you are really the most inferior Lord of Hell I have ever seen in thousands of years!"

"Ha, no, you have been deprived of the power of Hell, so you are not even worthy of the title of Lord of Hell."

"Let me think, what should I call you? The poor guy who was chased by the Ghost Rider like a stray dog?"

"Shut up, Dormammu!" Mephisto glanced at the cloaked man beside him hatefully: "I didn't invite you here to make fun of you!"

"Kukuku!" Dormammu, the ruler of the dark dimension, asked Mephisto mockingly: "So you are going to let me help you deal with that little skeleton?"

"Do you think this is just my problem?" Mephisto suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "Can't you see? Johnny Blaze was sent by the Ancient One to test us!"

"Tsk." Dormammu sneered: "At the beginning, I gave you a chance to use your hell as a springboard, and then we divided the earth together."

"But at the beginning, out of greed and selfishness, you wanted to monopolize the resources on the earth by yourself. Now that something happened, you only thought of asking me for help. Isn't this a bit too unreasonable?"

"Hmph!" Mephisto snorted coldly: "Don't talk so much nonsense, just say whether you will help or not."

"How to help?" Dormammu glanced at Mephisto, although Mephisto in the tavern was still his incarnation in this dimension.

But through the incarnation, Dormammu still sensed Mephisto's increasingly weak power.

"Now, even if you gather the power of the incarnations of other dimensions into one body, you may not be able to defeat the skeleton, right?"

"As you said just now, behind the skeleton is the figure of the guy Ancient One."

"You know how difficult the guy Ancient One is."

"Of course I know that." Mephisto snorted coldly: "But I'm not a fool. I have made a foolproof plan before looking for you."

"Oh?" Dormammu looked at Mephisto with interest.

"Then tell me, how do you plan to deal with Ancient One?"

"This?" Mephisto clapped his hands lightly.

Bang!

Bang!

From outside the tavern, there was a sound of heavy footsteps.

Dormammu looked outside the tavern in the direction of the footsteps.

A few ugly orcs were carrying a sarcophagus and walking towards the direction of the tavern with some difficulty.

"This breath." Dormammu noticed that every time these orcs took a step, their breath would become weaker.

And this weakness was entirely caused by the death and corruption brought by the sarcophagus.

When these orcs walked in carrying the sarcophagus, the originally strong orcs had become old and extremely weak.

"Why is she here?" Dormammu asked Mephisto with some curiosity.

"No, no, no, she is not here."

"This sarcophagus is just a body with a trace of her soul"