His Biological Force Field precisely controlled the internal fluids, rearranging molecular structures.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted to a certain part of New York.
Inside AIM, Killian was reviewing Extremis experiment data.
Arthur's Super Vision penetrated layers of security, taking in all the confidential files.
"Extremis, high-temperature regeneration, instability flaws." Arthur pondered, his fingers unconsciously moving in the air, as if operating an invisible keyboard.
Then, his gaze turned to the Osborn Tower. There, Dr. Connors was adjusting the Lizard Serum formula under a microscope.
Arthur's Super Vision directly saw through the molecular composition of the green liquid, instantly understanding the regeneration principle and mutation risks.
Finally, he looked at an ordinary apartment in Queens.
Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker was sound asleep, the mutated spider DNA perfectly integrated within his body.
Arthur's Super Vision penetrated flesh and analyzed the special structure of every cell in the young man.
"Perfect."
Arthur smiled and returned to the experimental bench.
He didn't need any instruments; the Kryptonian battle suit extended countless tiny tendrils, beginning to reassemble the serum components according to the blueprint in his mind.
The stability of the Super Soldier Serum, the regenerative ability of Extremis, the cellular activity of the Lizard Serum, and the perfect compatibility of spider DNA.
These characteristics perfectly combined like a puzzle under his control.
Any flaws discovered during the process were corrected one by one, and potential risks were completely eliminated.
Three minutes later, a golden glowing serum floated in Arthur's palm.
"80-ton strength baseline, high-speed regeneration, enhanced reflexes, danger sensing."
Arthur evaluated his creation, "Not bad, it's enough for my subordinates."
Then, his armored finger inserted into the interface, and the laboratory's communicator automatically connected: "Bullseye, come to the underground laboratory. Now."
Thirty seconds later,
Bullseye appeared at the door, panting, his suit stained with blood: "It's done, Boss. The Police have retreated for now, but S.H.I.E.L.D. might have caught wind of it."
Arthur tossed the golden serum to him: "Inject this."
Bullseye caught the vial, looking warily at the liquid inside: "This is..."
"Something that can turn you from an ant into a lion," Arthur smiled.
"Choose: continue to be a small thug, or become a Super Soldier who can directly confront Spider-Man?"
Bullseye's Adam's apple bobbed, and a greedy glint flashed in his eyes.
He didn't hesitate, directly injecting the serum into his jugular vein.
"Ah ah ah!"
Bullseye fell to his knees, his muscles rippling, and his bones making a grating sound.
His skin alternated between red and green, and his blood vessels wriggled like earthworms beneath his skin.
Arthur calmly observed the entire process, his Super Vision monitoring every cellular change.
Watching Bullseye's heart stop and restart, he smiled; he knew the transformation was successful.
Bullseye slowly stood up, his previously lean body now filled with explosive muscles.
He looked at his hands in disbelief, then suddenly threw a punch at the wall.
"Boom!" A half-meter thick hole was blasted into the wall.
"This, this is incredible!" Bullseye looked at his fist in ecstasy, not even a scratch on his skin.
Arthur threw him a mirror.
Bullseye was shocked to find that his iconic Bullseye tattoo on his forehead had turned golden, and his pupils glowed with an eerie golden-green light.
"Remember, your current strength is given by me," Arthur's voice was serious.
"I can give it to you, and I can take it back. Do well for me, and next time you upgrade, I'll consider adding Extremis's thermal attack ability to you."
Bullseye knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with awe: "I swear eternal loyalty, Boss."
Arthur nodded with satisfaction.
"Tomorrow, I want to see all the transfer documents for Kingpin's assets," he said, his back to Bullseye.
"Then, arrange for me to meet Killian, Dr. Connors of Osborn Industries, and their boss Norman Osborn. Tell them I have something they've been dreaming of."
"Yes, Boss," Bullseye replied respectfully.
The next day,
Inside a private club on the top floor of a skyscraper in Manhattan, the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a magnificent view of the entire New York.
Arthur sat on a black leather sofa, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
The Kryptonian battle suit had long been put away, replaced by a perfectly tailored black suit that made him appear tall and straight, with a cold demeanor.
The door opened, and Bullseye stood respectfully to the side, followed by three people.
Killian's eyes were sinister, a false smile on his lips, clearly wary of this meeting.
Dr. Connors was a one-armed scientist in a White coat, with a hint of anticipation and doubt in his eyes.
Norman Osborn was impeccably dressed, his face composed, but a hint of unease lurked deep in his eyes.
"Welcome."
Arthur didn't rise, merely raising a hand slightly to gesture for them to sit.
Killian spoke first, his tone exploratory: "Mr. Yang, Bullseye said you have something we've been dreaming of? I'm very curious, what makes you think we'd be interested in a stranger's proposition?"
Arthur chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over the three, finally resting on Killian: "Extremis, high-temperature regeneration, but extremely unstable. Injectors either self-detonate or turn into lunatics."
Killian's smile instantly froze, his fingers unconsciously tightening.
Arthur didn't give him a chance to retort, turning instead to Connors: "Lizard Serum can regenerate lost limbs, but at the cost of turning into a Beast."
Connors' pupils constricted, and he subconsciously touched his empty right sleeve.
Finally, Arthur's gaze fixed on Norman Osborn: "As for you, Mr. Osborn, or rather, Green Goblin?"
Norman's face instantly darkened, his fingers abruptly gripping the armrest.
But he quickly forced himself to relax, feigning composure: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Arthur smiled, slowly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and turned his back to them: "No need to play dumb, I can see through everything about you."
He turned around: "I can solve your problems. Killian, I can make your Extremis perfectly stable.
Connors, I can make you grow a complete arm without turning into a Lizard.
Norman, I can completely erase the Green Goblin's personality, so you no longer lose control."
The room fell into dead silence.
Killian and Connors looked at Norman in shock; apparently, they didn't know that this business magnate was the infamous Green Goblin.
Norman's breathing quickened slightly, but soon, he sneered: "What evidence do you have to prove you can do these things?"
Arthur didn't answer, but instead gently raised his hand, and with a thought, a golden serum appeared out of thin air in his palm—it was the Super Soldier Serum he had improved last night.
He had taken it from the system space, but showing off was also good.
"This is a sample," he casually tossed it to Connors.
"Inject it, and your arm will regenerate in three minutes."
Connors caught the vial, his fingers trembling slightly, his eyes flashing with desire and hesitation.
Killian narrowed his eyes: "Even if you can do these things, what's the price?"
Arthur smiled: "Very simple. From today onwards, you work for me."
Norman abruptly stood up, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes: "Absurd! Who do you think you are?"
Arthur's smile grew even gentler, but it made the three feel a hint of coldness: "Norman, you've got one thing wrong. This isn't a request; it's an order."
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished!
The next second, Norman only felt a blur before his eyes, and Arthur was already standing in front of him.
In his hand, he was holding a green battle suit—it was the Green Goblin's suit!
"Impossible!" Norman completely lost his composure, his face pale.
This battle suit was clearly hidden in the most secret vault of the Osborn Tower!
Killian and Connors also recoiled a step, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Arthur casually tossed the battle suit to the ground, then took out a high-density alloy steel plate from the system space, gripped it with one hand, and gently squeezed.
"Crack!"
The hard metal twisted and deformed in his hand like modeling clay, eventually being crushed into a ball of scrap metal.
"My strength is far more than this," Arthur's voice was low.
"This is a negotiation, and also a threat. You have no right to refuse."
Inside the room, the air solidified.
Cold sweat seeped from Killian's forehead, Connors stared fixedly at the serum in his hand, and Norman's face was ashen, his fists clenched.
Finally, Connors took a deep breath and looked up at Arthur: "If you can really do it, I'm willing to join."
Killian was silent for a few seconds, then smiled coldly: "Interesting. All right, I'll play along."
Norman stared intently at Arthur. After a long moment, he finally slowly sat down, his voice hoarse: "You win."
Arthur smiled with satisfaction, sat back on the sofa, and gently tapped the armrest with his fingers: "Very good. Then, welcome to my team."