Chương 109: Chapter 109 The Osborn Crisis! Hammer Ambitions!
"General Ross, rest assured. If Osborn Industries falls into my hands, I guarantee it will fully support your efforts to develop gamma radiation technology, helping your soldiers achieve the ultimate evolution," said Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industries.
He was seated in his spacious office, gazing out at the glittering stars and city lights as he spoke into the phone with a persuasive tone.
He added with a smirk, "At the same time, Hammer Industries can provide superior equipment to help you capture that green monster."
"Justin, cut the sales pitch," came the calm but icy voice of Thaddeus Ross on the other end of the line. "If you manage to wrest control of Osborn Industries, no one will interfere. The military will remain silent. After all, no one wants a major corporation like that to be led by a teenager."
"That all I needed to hear," Hammer replied, his silent grin growing wider.
"But remember your promises," Ross said before hanging up.
Hammer stared out at the city neon glow, his grin fading into a cold determination. He picked up his phone and sent a single message:
[ACTIVATE]
…
Anton emerged from the sewers, contemplating Norman request.
Since the Green Goblin incident, Norman disappearance hadn't been all that long ago.
Yet, in that short time, the internal power struggle at Osborn Industries had escalated to the brink of explosion.
The situation was like a powder keg, ready to blow with the slightest spark.
Even without delving deeply, Anton had gleaned from recent news that Harry Osborn position was precarious.
Despite being in the crosshairs of the board members, Harry had managed to maintain a tenuous grip on control.
Osborn Industries, a tantalizing prize that no one could yet claim, had left many seething with resentment toward him.
As Norman had pointed out, even if Harry relinquished his claim to the company and chose a quieter life as a wealthy heir, peace wouldn't necessarily follow.
As long as the Osborn name existed, Osborn Industries would never truly belong to anyone else.
The company was inextricably tied to the Osborn family name.
There was only one way to sever that connection:
Ensure that Harry could never legitimately inherit the company.
"Is the military really involved in this?" Anton muttered, rubbing his chin as he recalled Norman concerns.
He wasn't shocked by the U.S. military brazenness—he had long expected such behavior. But their audacity to meddle in such a blatant and morally dubious manner still managed to surprise him.
From a certain perspective, though, it was entirely in character.
"Hammer Industries."
Anton thoughts shifted to a recent news segment.
Justin Hammer, the head of Hammer Industries, had aligned with certain members of the Osborn Industries board to launch a powerful offensive against Harry, who had inherited Norman majority stake.
Their collective strategy involved challenging Harry leadership on the grounds of his youth and inexperience. They proposed a ban stripping Harry of all responsibilities and positions within the company, leaving him as a passive shareholder.
The public found the drama highly entertaining.
But Harry, rallying his supporters, managed to narrowly defeat the motion, labeling it "unreasonable."
The fallout from this power play was unmistakable.
The news painted a picture of a deeply fractured Osborn Industries, its internal disputes laid bare for all to see.
It was now clear that Justin Hammer, representing external interests, was making an aggressive bid to wrest control of Osborn Industries from the Osborn family.
In truth, the marginal support Harry had managed to muster within Osborn Industries was less significant than it appeared.
Clearly, Harry was only barely holding his ground within the company.
His current position was like standing with one foot on the edge of a cliff—precarious and vulnerable, with the ever-present threat of plunging into an abyss.
For Hammer and his allies, if the overt methods of corporate maneuvering failed, the solution was obvious: turn to the underworld.
It was a common choice.
After all, Norman Osborn had once been one of them.
A dominant force.
That how Norman had built the Osborn Industries of today.
At the peak of Norman reign, even the military relied on Osborn Industries for its operations abroad.
Even Stark Industries, another behemoth, operated similarly.
Howard Stark, founder of Stark Industries, had emerged from war himself, accustomed to its bloodshed and darkness.
Howard had even been one of S.H.I.E.L.D. founders.
That why, when Tony Stark announced Stark Industries' withdrawal from the weapons industry, it caused such a massive uproar.
Anyone who was paying attention knew why Stark Industries held its exalted status in America.
In the original storyline, when Tony Stark stood up to politicians during his Senate hearing and walked away smugly, it wasn't simply because he was in the right.
Now, after this baptism of fire, Harry seemed like a different person, shedding his youthful naivety.
Through careful observation and whispered warnings, he had pieced together the truth: Hammer Industries and the military had struck a deal.
Thus, Harry reorganized the private armed forces Norman had left behind, making thorough preparations to face the coming storm.
Both sides knew the stakes.
This would be the first and final battle.
If Harry could hold out, Osborn Industries would remain under Osborn control.
If he failed, his future would be grim.
Harry doubted they would kill him outright but expected them to leave him crippled—bedridden for life or confined to a wheelchair, unable to speak.
To him, that fate would be worse than death.
Suddenly—
"Boss, they're coming!"
A stern-faced, burly man appeared beside Harry, speaking in a low voice.
"Are we ready?" Harry asked.
"Always," the man replied.
This was Cromwell Donald, the commander of Norman private armed forces.
Cromwell had been taken in by Norman as a child and indoctrinated with a deep sense of loyalty to the Osborn family.
Norman, despite his descent into the Green Goblin madness, had been a visionary.
Over a decade ago, he had established this private military force, deploying them to conflict zones in France, South Africa, and the Middle East. Hardened by war, they had become an elite and formidable unit.
Yet, despite their experience, Harry still lacked absolute confidence.
He understood that tonight, he would face the most terrifying enemies of his life.
Before long—
Under a sparse moonlit sky—
The Osborn Estate, located on the outskirts of New York, saw the arrival of a group of heavily armed, grim-faced assailants.
"They're here!"
Cromwell expression tightened as a sentry signal confirmed the intruders' approach.
Meanwhile—
A man in a green suit, like a specter in the night, descended upon the Osborn Estate.
Standing atop the estate highest point, he surveyed the grounds below, catching sight of figures moving stealthily through the trees nearby.
Rustle, rustle.
With his heightened senses, he could faintly hear the sound of fabric brushing against leaves in the distance.
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