RNP Chapter 34: The Ghostly Crow
Chapter 34: The Ghostly Crow
High in the sky, invisible to the naked eye of New York City residents.
A person clad in dark green, high-tech wings landed on the Osborne Building.
However, it's more accurate to say it hovered rather than landed.
He stood atop the large letter 'H', seemingly waiting for something.
A few seconds later, the letter 'H', symbolizing the helipad, slowly unfolded, like a game of building blocks, suddenly disassembling to reveal a bottomless opening.
Then, the man in the battle armor rushed inside.
......
"Report on today's events, Dragon."
A voice came through the communicator. Dragon used his flight wings to land on the indoor platform and said as mechanical tentacles removed the devices from his body:
"I found nothing. I flew around New York City for a whole day and didn't see Spider-Man, or even his webs."
"That's really strange. Based on past data, he should have shown up."
With all the heavy flight gear removed from his body, Dragon felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. He said:
"I don't know. Maybe he was seriously injured in last night's battle with the lizardmen and is recuperating?"
A cough came from the other end of the communicator.
Dragon wisely kept quiet.
The next second, he saw a figure in a wheelchair appear in his field of vision.
He was his boss, and also the person who provided him with this high-tech flight suit.
Norman Osborn.
"How does this device work?"
Norman slowly propelled his wheelchair forward, followed by a large group of medical personnel specifically tasked with monitoring his condition, trembling with fear that something might happen to their boss.
Ever since Spider-Man appeared, their boss has been acting like he's been injected with adrenaline, getting more and more active every day.
They wouldn't be surprised if their boss suddenly decided to wear this high-tech suit one day.
“Perfect, Mr. Osborne,” Dragon replied.
Norman hummed in agreement, then said, "Speak up if you have any questions. I don't want any unexpected problems to arise later."
"I will."
After he finished speaking, the medical staff next to Norman stepped forward to remind the boss that he should rest.
Norman sighed, feeling increasingly distressed about his current predicament.
How could a family hereditary disease have caused him to become like this in just six months, neither human nor ghost?
The appearance of Spider-Man and the progress of the interspecies genetic experiment gave him hope for survival. It was like having two dishes of delicacies carefully prepared by a master chef placed in front of him, which he could easily reach out and grab.
As a result, when he hung up his napkin and was ready to enjoy his meal...
With a snap.
A plate of food suddenly came to life, staring at him with wide eyes.
The other plate simply disappeared, leaving him not even a single vegetable leaf.
Obviously, food that has come back to life cannot be eaten again; eating it might turn him into one. He wouldn't take that risk unless absolutely necessary.
But in the other game... he still has a chance to win again, it's just a matter of time.
Unfortunately, what he lacks most right now is time!
"Spider-Man, where have you been?!"
Norman pondered this question, then turned to return to the medical clinic for another round of drug treatment, when he heard a sudden creaking sound from the surroundings.
Gah!
Everyone present heard the sound.
They were in an enclosed space, so any sound they made could be heard very clearly, and even lingered in the air.
Where did that noise come from?
Norman looked left and right, then looked up as if sensing something, and saw a crow circling above them.
The crow's feathers were glossy and its body was well-proportioned; it appeared to have been very well cared for.
but......
It's a crow!
The medical staff who had been staying near Norman Osborn thought to themselves.
Although they are people who have received higher education, the sudden appearance of a crow here, cawing loudly, would make anyone feel that it has some special meaning.
Death... unknown...
"Mr. Osborne..." a bodyguard called out, asking if he should shoot the dead crow down.
Norman waved his hand, a sickly smile appearing on his face.
"People say you're a symbol of death, but you also have auspicious connotations!"
"..."
Norman reached out and moved the breathing tube hanging down his chest, trying to get the raven to land on his arm.
The crow seemed to have heard his voice, flapped its wings and landed on the ground, looking at him with its bright, watery eyes.
Norman felt that the crow's eyes were red, but when the light shone on it, they appeared as normal black pupils.
pat.
The crow took a small step, its feet moving a little too far apart.
Everyone present twitched at the corner of their mouth.
They didn't know if the crow actually walked that way, but its stealthy manner was... somewhat comical.
pat.
pat.
pat.
The crow spread its wings and walked slowly on its toes, looking like a character in a cartoon sneaking around doing something naughty.
No one knew what the crow was up to; it just kept walking, its sharp claws clattering on the metal floor.
Although his actions looked like those of a thief, his behavior was perfectly aboveboard.
Norman's breathing quickened as he watched the intelligent-looking raven approach.
It seems he guessed right...?
Norman: "?"
Everyone present: ???
When everyone is simultaneously asking questions, it usually means that something incomprehensible has happened.
that's the truth.
The crow hopped onto Norman Osborn's lap, and then, in front of everyone,...
boo.
The crow pulled out Norman's breathing tube with its beak.
".......!!! That damned crow!"
The crow ran away as soon as it finished plucking the plucked stalks, its wings flapping so fast that it left afterimages.
The quick-witted bodyguard was the first to draw his gun and start firing wildly at the dead crow!
"Gagagagagagagagagagaga!"
The crow cawed incessantly, and even though it was clear the creature was reacting to the gunshot, the caws sounded more like mockery.
boom!
After a burst of gunfire.
The crow disappeared into the enclosed space; no one knew how it got in, nor how it appeared.
It came to you like that, then pulled out your breathing tube, and then disappeared.
You still can't hit it.
"..."
The medical staff around Norman cautiously stepped forward and spoke up to remind him:
"Mr. Osborne, now you must—"
Before he could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by Norman's angry roar.
Spider-Man!!!
Norman was furious, his anger simmering with rage. His eyes were like those of a long-starved coyote, fixed intently on Dragon.
"Put on your flight suit and go find him! Go find Spider-Man again!!!"
He blamed it all on some spider webhead.
Almost everything that damned crow did was telling him one thing.
That is.
You are dead!
He didn't want to die, at least not from being angered to death like this!
He must expedite the process of finding work that will allow him to continue living!
must!
Norman angrily turned his wheelchair around and headed to the medical room to rest.
Because the breathing tube had been removed, the oxygen tube without a liner clattered and fell to the ground.
"Sir, your oxygen tube!"
"Can't you just get a new one?! You're fired!!!"
......
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... (Bonus scene)
Peter suddenly fell ill; even with Spider-Man's physique, he still got sick.
Aunt May fed Peter a lot of medication, but her nephew's condition didn't seem to improve.
Suddenly, she saw Oz bring a glass of water into the room from outside.
Aunt Mei asked, "What is this?"
Oz replied, "This century-old potion, concocted from collections, follow-ups, recommendation votes, and monthly passes, guarantees resurrection after drinking it!"