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Osborne Group Headquarters Building.

top floor.

As soon as Trevor walked into Norman Osborne's office, he immediately got straight to the point.

"What exactly is in the tomb?"

Norman raised his head, looked at Trevor arrogantly, and smiled: "Do you want to get two more boxes of money, or do you really want to know?"

"I don't want to know, I have to know." Trevor said harshly.

"Humph, yesterday you promised that this lawsuit would be over today and that I would win in three days. However, it took seven days to start the trial again. Who do you have the right to ask me questions?"

"The lawsuit has developed to this stage. It is precisely because I don't know what is in the ancient tomb that I didn't expect Louis Little to use delaying tactics."

Trevor was right, because the lack of information made him unable to predict Louis' actions.

"So you'd better tell me everything now. If you don't have all the information, I can't even guarantee whether this lawsuit can be won."

After thinking for a moment, Norman smiled softly.

"Ok."

After that, open the computer in front of you.

'Mr Osborne, please verify your biometric information to unlock the system. '

Norman waved his hand in front of the detector and unlocked the computer.

Then, call up all the information about Ether, turn the monitor, and face Trevor.

"Just watch until you've seen enough."

Trevor looked at it greedily, and the more he looked, the more serious his expression became.

In the end, it became completely incredible.

"This... is this true?"

"Do you think I spend so much money and energy just to dig out some porcelain?"

After hesitating for a moment, Trevor then asked: "How are you going to reshape the world?"

"No war, no famine, no hatred blah blah blah blah blah blah."

Norman pointed to himself, "Everyone lives happily under my throne."

Trevor sneered.

Norman narrowed his eyes: "Why, do you think it's too outrageous?"

"No, it's too cliché."

Trevor straightened his suit and said, "Mr. Osborne, I officially resign."

"The Holy Mother's heart has been violated." Norman said with a smile, "If I remember correctly, you should be a lawyer who has no bottom line and only cares about money?"

"Yes, but I would rather be a lawyer with no bottom line and only care about money in today's world, than be a prime minister of the left and prime minister of the right under your throne. If you are going to use this to seduce me... ."

"No, I'm not going to negotiate terms with you." Norman had no intention of holding back at all. He stood up and stretched out his hand to Trevor, "Let's go slowly without seeing him off."

Before Trevor could decide whether to hold this hand, Norman pulled his hand over at lightning speed.

Then, he took out the needle and inserted it.

"FUXK!"

Trevor watched the black object in the syringe being quickly injected into his body, and roared, "What is this?"

"Nanobomb."

Norman's face was full of ferociousness.

"From the moment they enter your bloodstream, they will follow you for the rest of your life. As long as you are still on this earth, I can press the remote control at any time and let you pass away in the most disgusting way."

Trevor never expected that Norman Osborne, who had always been gentle and had a good reputation, would suddenly change his expression and use this method.

Norman took out the remote control and gestured to press it. Trevor was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees.

"Don't...what do you want me to do?"

"Of course you are going to prepare for the lawsuit. Use all your deception skills to make sure you don't go on a business trip again next time."

Norman's face returned to calmness, but the green light in his eyes was still flickering.

"Go away now. What happened today made me very angry. Since you are still valuable for the time being, I can only find other places to vent my anger."

During this time, Norman made many enemies.

Laura Crawford, Louise Little, Kate Beckett, Laika Scott.

Oh, and there were those guests who cheered in the restaurant that day.

The original plan was to deal with them one by one after winning the lawsuit.

But tonight, he couldn't help it.

You have to find one or two of these guys to give them a hard time and vent their hatred!

~~~~~~~~~~

That same night, Mr. and Mrs. Smith's restaurant.

"Juice? Soda? You shouldn't be able to drink at your age?"

Laika sat gracefully opposite Gwen Stacey, "Can I understand that you took the initiative to contact me because you believe me?"

Gwen looked very sad, but she still said what Laika expected most.

"It can be seen from today's court hearing that your law firm is wholeheartedly committed to bringing down the Osborne Group."

"Great."

Laika spread his hands and said, "Then give me all the evidence of the Osborne Group's crimes quickly."

Gwen was very aggrieved: "Sorry, I have tried every means in the past two days, but I have not been able to copy the Osborne Group's shady story. The security is too tight."

Laika frowned.

Alas, it really didn't go that smoothly.

But thinking about it rationally, it would be too naive to expect a young girl who has just grown up to deliver confidential documents from the Osborne Group within two days.

"It's okay, just do your best."

Laika gently shook Gwen's hand, "Come on, tell me, which level are you stuck on? See if I can help."

"All the illegal experiments and experimental data of the Osborn Group are on the top floor of the group building, and the Electro who was defeated by... Spider-Man is also imprisoned there."

Gwen said helplessly: "The only people who can enter that level are Norman Osborne and those authorized by him. The evidence of the crime is also in his private computer. I only found out this through eavesdropping on a senior executive."

"In other words, only Osborne himself can copy the information inside?"

Gwen nodded.

"As an intern, you can't even think about going to the top floor, let alone getting out the information on the computer, right?"

Gwen nodded.

"It's okay, you did a good job." Laika praised.

Gwen was slightly stunned: "I didn't do anything at all..."

"What you did well was that you didn't do anything."

Laika said sincerely, "If I were the second one with an impatient temper, I might be smart and rush to the top floor. Not only would I be in danger, but it would also ruin my plan."

Gwen nodded: "I do have the urge to ask Harry to take me to the top floor, and then find an opportunity to copy the information out, but after thinking about it, I'd better ask your opinion first."

Laika was slightly startled: "Harry? Harry Osborn?"

"Yes, he is Norman Osborne's only son. We go to the same middle school and have a good relationship."

"That's it..." After thinking for a while, Laika nodded, "No matter what, thank you for your help. You don't have to worry about this anymore."

"why?"

"Osborne's personal computer must have very strict password protection, and the data cannot be copied just by copying it."

"In other words...even if I get in, it will be useless?"

"That's right. I have to find a thief...and hacker to complete the task you haven't completed."

Laika's eyes flickered and she immediately thought of someone.

I locked the door with her two days ago.

She is a little taller than Gwen. Although they both have big eyes and sharp chins, there is still a difference if you look closely.

But for a top thief, these should not be a problem.

"Miss Stacey, besides Harry Osborn, do you have any other acquaintances in the Osborne Group?"

Gwen shook her head: "I just went there for a week as an intern, and my boss had to look at my employee card to remember my name."

"Okay, I probably have a vague plan. I need your employee card, a set of Osborne Group work clothes...or two sets, right?"

Maybe it can't be done in one day, so I have to change clothes.

"The employee card is in my pocket." Gwen clicked on the travel bag she brought. "I also have clothes here. I was going to take them to the dry cleaners."

"give it to me."

Gwen did as he was told: "Is there anything else you need?"

"Well... until you receive notice from me, don't go to work at the Osborne Group... Christmas is coming soon, so you might as well not go anywhere and just stay at home."

"Then...your plan is..."

Just when I was thinking about whether I should tell Gwen the plan, there was a sudden explosion! ! !

An African-American with tattoos and dreadlocks walked into the restaurant holding a baseball bat and smashed everything he saw.

Behind him, more dreadlocks filed in.