"Mr. Osborn, there are rumors that you recently killed a foreigner in Clinton District (Hell's Kitchen), what is your explanation for this?"

As usual, every time Harry did something significant, he had to deal with a troublesome press conference.

Although Harry was confident in addressing these issues, he still had to put on a show, especially since it was a crucial period in Norman's political career.

"Madam journalist, I must correct your statement. It was not a 'foreigner,' but a professional assassin, and my actions were in self-defense. In fact, my lawyers are already handling the matter, and you can follow up on it."

When Harry mentioned the words "professional assassin," there was a gasp from the audience.

"I apologize, my choice of words was incorrect," the journalist quickly apologized and took her seat.

In reality, this question was arranged by Harry himself—someone was bound to ask about it, so it was better to have someone on his side do the asking.

"No problem," Harry smiled and nodded, pointing to a bright-eyed young man in the audience. "You there, do you have any questions?"

"How did you subdue that professional criminal? There are rumors that your actions were as heroic as Captain America fighting the Nazis, and some even speculate if you have undergone the same physical enhancements as Captain America?"

Harry chuckled; this was also a question he had arranged.

"What's your name, journalist?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized this was an opportunity for Harry to recognize him, he excitedly replied:

"My name is Eddie Brock, you can call me Eddie. I'm still in college."

"Working your way through school, making your own way? Then we're peers in a sense, aren't we?"

Harry's response drew laughter from the crowd, and many cast friendly smiles towards Eddie. Sometimes giving these young people a chance while leaving a good impression for himself was important.

"Back to the main topic, thank you for your question, Eddie. This question involves our company's new product."

Harry signaled for Heli to step forward.

"This is a new type of exoskeleton, designed specifically for law enforcement officers, which can enhance the user's physical strength and power, and is equipped with bulletproof steel plates."

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In the video, Heli lifted a 300kg barbell and appeared to do so effortlessly.

Then, a simulated combat test video of the exoskeleton was shown, which was truly astonishing.

"As you all know, our company was attacked and robbed recently, and many industrial exoskeletons were stolen, causing panic, for which I deeply apologize."

Harry put down the microphone and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Osborn, we all know it's not your fault, it's the criminals' fault, you don't need to blame yourself," Eddie continued.

"No, using technology to improve life and achieve the future has always been the purpose of Osborn Industries. That's why I developed this exoskeleton and decided to sell these equipment to the New York Police Department at cost price!"

Applause filled the venue.

"In fact, over the past few months, we have reached a deep cooperation with the New York Police Department to reorganize several areas in the city with high crime rates, especially Hell's Kitchen!"

The applause rang out again.

Harry paused, took a sip of water, and everyone waited patiently for the next part.

"I know there has been talk in the past, thinking that my father and I mentioning this name publicly is discriminatory, but is the real discrimination about the name?"

"Drugs are rampant, security is poor, employment is difficult. A child born in Hell's Kitchen is very likely to have learned to use drugs at the age of 10 or even younger, and even sell these things. Ignoring these issues and focusing on a name is the real discrimination against them!"

"Osborn Industries is about to launch renovation measures. In the future, once these issues are resolved, you can change its name to something more meaningful if you wish!"

"You know what to do! Vote for Norman Osborn!"

The press conference ended amidst applause.

Watching the recording of the press conference from the previous week, the father and son clinked glasses.

"You seem to have more potential as a politician than I do, my son."

"Come on, Dad, that was just the speech Heli wrote earlier. If I had a choice, I'd rather have her say these things."

"So, you two..." Norman straightened up and made a gesture.

Harry rolled his eyes at his father, "Come on, Dad, I'm only 17, and I still have some things to confirm. At least wait until you become president to make a decision."

"Alright, alright, I know you. By the way, you're about to turn 18, is there anything you want?"

"The New York City power grid, that's it." Harry shrugged.

"Speaking of which, the mayor agreed to postpone the progress of the project, but the new power grid will use Dr. Otto's nuclear fusion technology, and I agreed."

Harry didn't mind; nuclear fusion was supposed to be used on the New York power grid anyway. This should also be considered an over-achievement, right? After all, the original power grid design used hydroelectric power.

The only issue now was the Kingpin, but to take down this big fat man, the heat was not yet sufficient. These days, this desperate fat man had caused quite a bit of turmoil.

Ring ring ring—

It was Norman's phone ringing.

"General Ross." Norman gave Harry a meaningful look. "How have you been?"

"Not so good, Norman. Stark has been missing for too long, and Congress is worried that the new weapons will fall into the hands of the enemy."

Speaking of this, Harry was a bit puzzled. He remembered that Stark's disappearance should not have lasted this long, right?

Suddenly, he thought of something—that in the movies, the U.S. military did not have the powered armor he developed... That is to say, the things that would happen when Stark went to Afghanistan would be different, and besides, this world is not entirely the movie world he knows.

Is this the butterfly effect?

"Is Harry with you?" General Ross asked for Harry by name.

"Hold on, I'll get him."

After a moment of silence, Harry spoke up:

"General Ross, what can I do for you?"

"I'll get straight to the point, is that rumor true? The human enhancement technology?"

As expected, it was about this. General Ross has always been obsessed with human enhancement and has created something like the Hulk, and has never stopped tracking Banner after his disappearance.

"No, General. If we had a controllable technology, of course, we would cooperate with you first." The father and son exchanged a smile.

As for the uncontrollable ones, of course, that's not necessarily the case. Ross naturally understood the subtlety of Harry's words, but he misunderstood Harry's meaning, thinking he was referring to the Green Goblin enhancer, the project they had abandoned.

"..." There was silence on the other end of the phone.

At this moment, Harry suddenly thought that as a bigwig in the military, General Ross's support was very valuable, and perhaps he could have deeper contact and cooperation with Ross.

"However... General, you might be interested in another one of our projects..."

Harry reported Dr. Conners' ongoing research to General Ross, and as expected, he was indeed interested in it.

As long as he gets Ross's support... With heavy bets on the military, politics, and business, Harry doesn't know how Kingpin is going to turn the tables.