New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 84 Running
In the dim ward, sunlight shone through the drawn shutters faintly, as if coating the whole room with a layer of hoarfrost.A sickly old man lay on a white hospital bed, and his life was already dying.You don't have to look at the slow heart rate displayed on the electronic screen at the side, just listen to his hard and weak breathing quietly, and it is not difficult to judge that his life is dying.

No one would have connected the poor old man, who was suffering at the end of his life, from the famous man of action, Norman Osborn, but that was the end of this great industrial titan.

A handsome young man with blond hair sat quietly beside him.The young man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a slight pity in his eyes and a habitual fear of the old man on the bed.This young man was his own son, Harry Osborn.

"This is not the way I expected to die." The old man's face looked a little green under the light, "Looking at my son is like looking at a... stranger."

The deathbed of this tycoon who ruled all over the world really seemed so tragic about the end of the tiger and the end of the hero, and the sigh of the irretrievable rupture of the parent-child relationship was not artificial.

Harry didn't speak, listening quietly to the few conversations his dying father had in his life.

"You're a man to make, Harry," he said, throwing his head back into the pillow. "You've got infinite wisdom, but you've set it aside."

"You abandoned me," Harry argued.

The old man sighed deeply.

"You sent me to boarding school when I was 11 and a bottle of whiskey for my 16th birthday!"

The hostility that had been moderated by the death of his father was revived under this sensitive topic.

"I think it was from your assistant."

Unreservedly expressed dissatisfaction and anger to this man who failed to fulfill his father's duties, even though he was nearing the end.

"I'm sure because the card said: 'Your thanks, Norman Osborn'."

"I don't expect you to forgive me . . . not. I don't believe in miracles, and you can't possibly understand."

Norman got off the soft pillow and sat up with effort.

"It's impossible for you to understand why your childhood was sacrificed for something more important. Not just for me, but for you."

After Norman finished speaking, there was a slight pause, and the trembling voice increased in volume.

"Is your hand starting to twitch?"

The simple question touched Harry's heart, and the surprise reflected on his face could not be concealed.

Old Osborne leaned out again proudly: "When you were lying on the bed, your hand began to twitch. It was hiding under your skin, waiting for the opportunity to show up."

He struggled to say the unnecessary words, which left dripping sweat on his face.But he still insisted on continuing to talk, even with a smile on his face that didn't match that of a dying person.

"Reality will tell you who you are."

The old man coughed twice, and simply lay back on the bed.

"Retrovirus proliferation. I didn't tell you, it's a genetic disease. Our disease, the curse of the Osborne family, began to appear at your age."

He looked at the restless Harry with his twitching eyelids, and demanded, "Let me see your hand."

Without disobedience, Harry immediately held out his twitching hand.Norman took Harry's hand with a more twitching hand.His nails are horribly long, reminiscent of a demon with sharp claws.

"The greatest legacy I can leave to you is not money, but this."

Harry felt something square stuffed into his palm.

"My whole life. I tried everything I could to stay alive. Maybe you can do it. What I can do for you..."

There is no further text, because the old man died before he could finish the sentence.On his dying expression, he really seemed to be concerned about his son.It is said that people's words are good when they are about to die. Maybe Norman Osborn really thought of what to do for his son when his time was approaching?
Harry opened his palm and saw clearly the small square box in his palm, with "Oss Group" printed on it in black.

Brad's house.

"Ding dong."

"elder brother!"

Opening the door with anticipation, Felicia's excited expression was full of anticipation.But soon, naive expectations were replaced by disappointment.

The one who appeared outside the door was not my elder brother, which should be reasonable.Not to mention that my brother has the key, there is no need to ring the doorbell.Even if he forgot to bring the key, how could a mere door prevent him from entering?

Standing outside the door were Parker and his beautiful girlfriend Gwen.

"What? Brad hasn't come back yet?" Parker asked.

"Yeah." Felicia sighed softly, "It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time. Excuse me, brother, what happened to him?"

Facing Felicia's question, Parker was at a loss for words.He felt that he should have no right to tell her for Brad, but it was difficult to say the words "he's fine", even an idiot could see through such a cheap lie.

Fecia sighed: "Even if you don't say it, I can still notice it. Dad must be the same, but Dad never asks him to say anything. But if this continues, if he is just one person, he will not be able to hold on."

Parker and Gwen looked at each other, and said: "Actually, we came to him because we were worried about his recent situation. I think it would be easier if he could go out with us for a while. You are right, he is Going through a very difficult time. We all hope that we can help him through it as soon as possible."

Fecia had an ominous premonition, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.Something terrible is about to happen, not only the brother, but even the whole family may not be able to escape the invisible chain.

So where is Brad now?

The Trans-Canada Highway, the blue stripes galloping across, sending up yellow smoke.

Get faster!
From that day on, Brad couldn't get rid of the scene of Katyusha falling in his arms.Even if he successfully reversed time and space and brought her back to this scene in the future, he would never forget it, right?
So, he turned his grief into a pure urge - to go faster!

Become fast enough, and then you can see her again soon.

With this belief, he burned all the training day after day, and fainted several times due to blood sugar depletion.If it weren't for Irina looking after her, the situation would have been quite dangerous several times.

The Trans-Canada Highway is known as the longest highway in the world, with a total length of 4860 kilometers.And there is almost no car in Canada, which is sparsely populated, and it is a paradise for speeders.The second-generation Flash Barry Allen often likes to come here to run and think about problems.

But Brad didn't think, and he even came here to get rid of thinking.

He just runs.

After running the entire distance for an unknown number of times, he was finally exhausted and lay down on the gravel floor sweating profusely, panting heavily.

The silver-haired girl came to him with light steps.

"Average speed 180 Mach 190, top speed 170 Mach [-], minimum speed [-] Mach [-]."

The silver bell-like voice made people feel relieved for no reason.

Irina continued: "Brad's consumption is very serious every time. It is recommended to conduct special training in moderation, otherwise it may cause long-term effects on the body."

Brad put his fist on the ground and stood up.

"No, let's continue."

(End of this chapter)