Norman hesitated for a mont, then leaned closer and said, "Boss, I think there might be an insider."
"They are quite familiar with the layout here, they might have even scouted it out, and they've undergone professional training, imdiately retreating a thousand miles if they don't succeed in one strike."
Confird, Hydra!Hearing this, Aaron's mind raced, and he imdiately thought of Hydra.
It is well known that Hydra is using S.H.I.E.L.D. as a breeding ground, leveraging Arican money to cultivate talent for Hydra.
After decades, S.H.I.E.L.D. had long been infiltrated thoroughly.
This ti, Hydra was responsible for a portion of the outer periter security, as well as so internal areas. With this information, it wouldn't be difficult to secure a safe evacuation route.
People like Killian's group, although most of them were veterans, when it ca to stealth, they were no match for professionally trained agents.
Of course, everything was speculation. But Aaron didn't care about all that.
Anyway, Hydra was definitely taking the bla for this.
If the King of Scapegoats didn't take the bla, who would?
It's a good chance to settle old and new scores together.
"Arrange things here, then call Harry to see later." Aaron instructed Norman.
Norman, this tool, was doing quite well, capable of handling responsibilities and pressure, he should be given more burdens.
The capable do more work, after all.
Such a talent shouldn't be lost so easily.
With his appearance, the original Green Goblin was gone, but that didn't an another "Green Goblin" couldn't erge.
Aaron knew he wasn't so conscientious entrepreneur, but he had one advantage. As long as you work diligently with , there will be bread, and there will be milk.
The pies drawn by others might not be real, but the pies he drew would certainly not be fake.
Norman was overjoyed upon hearing this. He had a premonition that the boss might give him unimaginable benefits this ti.
As for Harry...
Norman picked up his phone and made a call.
Less than half an hour later.
Harry, bewildered, rushed over from school. Then he was pulled by Norman to the top floor of Osborn Industries.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar office, Harry's expression was complex.
This was originally his father's office.
Harry actually harbored so dissatisfaction towards Aaron.
In his view, Norman, who was originally the helmsman of Osborn Industries, had instantly fallen from grace because of Aaron, becoming a re employee with no equity.
Moreover, in his words, Norman greatly admired Aaron. He even forbade Harry from saying anything bad about Aaron.
Harry was very unconvinced and often discussed this matter with his new friend, Peter. And he repeatedly stated that he would absolutely not go to see that man.
But now...
"Father, can I not go in?"
Harry was conflicted. "I don't want to see that man."
Norman frowned. "No, when you go in later, rember to call him... uncle."
Harry rolled his eyes.
As far as he knew, the other party was only twenty-two years old.
"I'm not going in. He took everything from you."
Norman said, "Enough. When you go in later, rember to smile, be happy, don't embarrass ."
Harry pouted.
Wanting him to et that man with a smile?
Hmph, he'd rather jump from here and die than show him a single smile.
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"Hello, Uncle Aaron."
Inside the CEO's office, under Norman's kind gaze, Harry bit the bullet and called out. Then he stood there motionless like a wooden dummy, expressionless.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Aaron's overly young, extrely handso face.
Harry felt extrely uncomfortable.
What is a winner in life? This is it.
"Is this your son, Harry? He's quite handso." Aaron looked up, complinting him casually.
Norman, however, looked disgusted. "What's handso about him? He's not even half as handso as you, boss. I just hope he gives less trouble, and I'll be thankful."
"Just a few days ago, he was expelled from private middle school and forced to go to public high school, which gives a headache."
With Aaron present, Norman, who was originally quite satisfied with Harry, now shook his head and sighed repeatedly.
Why is the gap between people so great?
Harry was embarrassed to hear this. He carefully glanced at Aaron, and lowered his head even further.
If anyone else had said that, he would have been smug. But Aaron said he was handso...
He felt a bit uncomfortable, as if it was ant to highlight Aaron himself.
Seeing Harry's appearance, Norman couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
"Boss, Harry will be in your care from now on. I only hope he can grow up healthy and take over my position in the future, continuing to work for you."
'I don't want to work for him.' Harry thought to himself.
Aaron said nothing.
Such a good tool was easy to use, and there was no need to replace him for now.
As long as he didn't agree, Norman could work diligently for a thousand years without a problem.
As for Harry...
Aaron walked a few steps to Harry's front.
"What is he going to do?" Harry looked at Aaron's outstretched hand in horror.
He then looked at Norman, his face full of shock.
No way, I'm your only son, are you using as a stepping stone for promotion?
In Harry's eyes, Norman was smiling very happily now, seemingly quite satisfied with everything.
No, I can't be like this!
Peter flashed through Harry's mind.
"Alright."
"Hmm?"
Harry opened his eyes, watching as Aaron rely gently stroked the top of his head. He felt as if sothing had been drawn out of his body, and then he felt as if sothing new had been added.
"Thank you so much. Boss, Justin was right this ti, you truly are the god of miracles." Norman tightly grasped Aaron's right hand in thanks.
Harry was full of questions.
Can soone tell him what happened?
His father hasn't been fooled, has he?
He didn't do anything.
And you're thanking him already?
Was that how Osborn Industries was conned into Aaron's hands back then?
If word got out, he'd probably never be able to hold his head up again.
Aaron said, "As long as the other half of the health check is done, your family will no longer have to worry about hereditary diseases."
The Primordial Furnace can fundantally slt away such diseases. No matter how ferocious the virus, there is absolutely no chance of escape.
Aaron felt that even if he one day fell into a quantum virus zombie universe, he might be able to beco a true savior.
Norman beca even more excited upon hearing this.
"Alright, let's put these matters aside for now. Norman, I think highly of you, so I will give you so rewards you deserve."
Aaron wasted no words and ca before Norman, likewise extending his hand to stroke the top of his head.
In an instant, Norman felt a powerful force surge through his entire body. His body, which was still sowhat weak from the gunshot wound, was now filled with strength. His body swelled like an inflating balloon, gradually becoming stronger.
And the muscles that had long atrophied due to excessive scientific research beca solid and hard again.
"My body..."
Norman clenched his fists tightly.
He felt as if he was omnipotent?
And the three-ter-high ceiling seed to be within reach with just a gentle leap?
He suddenly looked to the side, where there was a flying insect. His sensitive eyes could easily capture its flight path and the traces of its wings flapping.
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