Chapter 29
Osborne Tower.
After the party, Alicia went to work the next day and reported her work to Harry.
Harry was generally satisfied, but he was a little concerned about a few words Peter said.
"Is he okay?"
"I hope he doesn't mess around."
After hesitating, Harry decided to invite Peter to come to Osborne.
"Welcome, Peter!"
When Alicia brought Peter in, Harry stood up to greet her.
"I'm also curious as to why the eldest son of the Osborne family suddenly invited me." Peter teased with the corner of his mouth raised.
Harry laughed at himself and said, "Maybe not soon."
"I don't think so," Peter encouraged.
Alicia wisely stepped back into the corner, and Harry turned around to show Peter the office he inherited from his father.
Then the two of them stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the most expensive area in New York.
"If the Electro had not escaped last night, and the media are now rushing to report on it, making them anxious, maybe I would have to accept their trial at the shareholders' meeting now." Harry said.
"This proves that you don't deserve to die, doesn't it?"
"Haha." Harry smiled happily on his face, but added silently in his heart,
of course not.
He was the one who released the Electro. To be honest, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.
The Electro caused far more harm than he imagined.
Who would have thought that a tube of genetic medicine can directly transform people into electricity, and the style of painting has changed, right?
But Harry didn't regret it, and he couldn't regret it.
He had no other cards, so he could only try his best to buy time, even if he could only survive.
Before today, he could only keep these words in his heart and could not share any of them, not even Alicia.
Until this point, only Peter could tell a story.
"I'm not sure if what I'm doing is right or not," Harry said.
“For most people in the world, nothing is absolutely right or absolutely wrong.”
"Yes, there is only one choice, as long as you feel clear about it."
"Are you ashamed of yourself?" Harry murmured, "I don't know...but I must keep Osborn."
Peter didn't say anything more, so Harry could only change the topic, smiled and said:
"Tell me, why didn't Black Superman show up last night and directly kill Electro?"
He originally said it in a casual, joking tone, but everyone could hear the meaning behind his words.
Dissatisfaction and resentment towards Black Superman!
"It seems that you are still grateful for your father's affairs." Peter sighed.
"Otherwise?" Harry pressed his hand on the floor-to-ceiling window tightly and asked:
"For a man who killed my father, I once looked up to him as an idol, but not anymore. I can no longer look at him the same way."
"But your father deserved it, Harry."
Peter said these extremely harsh words without any hesitation.
Harry was also stunned by Peter's words.
Logically, he should be angry now. But I don’t know if it was because the person who said this was Peter. Not only was he not angry, but he felt as if a ball had been punctured by these sharp words, and his whole person became a little decadent.
"I know, I know, Peter. My father is a wicked man and he deserves what he deserves... but isn't that the saddest thing of all?"
He raised his head, looked at Peter, and said:
"He is my father after all. He transcends all morals and laws. He created me, raised me, and is closely connected to me by blood."
"I'm very confused, conflicted and in pain."
"Black Superman killed my father. I should have hated him, hated him, hated him! But... I know that he is not to blame for all this... it was my father who chose all this."
"My conscience cannot allow me to completely side with my father and be hostile to Black Superman, and my emotions cannot allow me to completely look away, understand, and forgive Black Superman... Can you understand how I feel?"
As Peter listened, he suddenly thought of Tony.
The same goes for Harry, and so does Tony. They are both smart and can understand many things, but sometimes, some things cannot be understood clearly.
They can't pass their own test.
This is almost unsolvable.
The world cannot be changed, the only one who can change is yourself.
Oh, but for some people, sometimes changing the world may be easier than reconciling with oneself.
However, if Peter had to do it again, he would still choose to kill the Green Goblin.
For these guys, Peter rarely directly sentences them to death.
Like Connors.
Even though he became a lizard man, he was still resisting and struggling. All he wanted was redemption.
He begged others to kill him, but deep down he longed for someone to save him.
For example, Kingpin.
He is the king of the underground, and 80% of New York's reported crimes have something to do with him.
But Peter didn't kill him either.
Because he is also the creator of the rules and a member of the social operating program.
To put it figuratively speaking, he is the one who disposes of garbage. The evil in him not only comes from him, but also is attached to him by the entire society.
Without him, Peter was sure that New York would be in chaos several times in a short period of time until the next Kingpin appeared.
Only the Green Goblin is completely outside the rules. His existence is for destruction and destruction.
Wouldn't he kill this uncontrollable guy and keep him for the New Year?
Oh, in the United States, it should be Christmas.
As for the vulture... there's nothing to say, he deserves to die.
Therefore, contradictions cannot be changed. The only thing that can be changed is people.
"Harry, whether you want to hate or let go, just give it a try." Peter said.
Harry looked at him with some confusion.
Peter looked at the blue sky and said: "If you can't let go, then try to take revenge on Black Superman.
Once, twice, keep going until you have a clear conscience. "
"Haha, you have a clear conscience." Harry laughed and complained:
"Forget it Peter, are you going to provoke Black Superman? I don't want to die so soon."
"Oh. You are quite self-aware."
Harry:…
"I shouldn't have come here to trouble me, right?"
He exhaled and said solemnly:
"Thanks, Peter, thank you very much."
"No. You helped me too, didn't you? I'm very satisfied with the dance."
Harry shook his head, turned around and walked towards the wine cabinet behind him that was filled with expensive and fine wine, and picked through it.
"Want something to drink?" he asked.
"If you can, give me a Coke with ice."
"Hey! Don't be kidding. Which kind of wine here is ten thousand times better than carbonated drinks?"
"No, are you serious? You will definitely regret it, Alicia!"
Alicia in the corner:…
"Okay, please wait a moment, boss." She rolled her eyes and left to find a Coke with ice.
"Pepsi," Peter added.
Harry poured himself a glass of whiskey, brewed it for a while, and said, "Peter, I'm here to see you...there's something else."
He looked a little embarrassed, "About the last time I asked you to invite Spider-Woman..."
"You didn't give up?"
"This is a matter of life, Peter, it's not that I don't believe you..."
"I see."
"So..." Harry looked at Peter expectantly.
"I can't promise you that, Harry."
Harry was stunned, "Why, I thought..."
"Didn't I say that research is still going on and your problem will always be solved in the future."
"Yes, I believe you. But I don't want to sit still and wait for death... Or do you still value Spider-Woman more than me?" Harry looked at Peter.
At this moment, his gaze was a little too sharp, and only Peter's steel body could ignore it.
"Harry, I have to confess something to you," he said.
"What?" Harry swallowed. At this moment, he was surprisingly nervous.
"Actually, I'm not a fan of Black Superman. I'm a fan of Spider-Woman."
Harry: "What?"
He looked at Peter confused.
He smiled bitterly and said: "Peter, don't joke with me at this time."
"I'm not kidding you, this is important."
"Sometimes, a tube of blood is enough to do a lot of things, isn't it?"
Harry:…
He was a little disappointed that Peter... didn't choose him in the end.
After Peter left, he was the only one left sitting alone in the spacious office.
Until a blue current flows out from the socket on the ground and gradually condenses into a human shape in the air,
"Oh, poor Harry Osborne, you're all alone again," said Max.
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