MM Racing Chapter 50: I Speak for Myself
Chapter 50: I Speak for Myself
After making inquiries from various sources, the vulture finally learned the location of Norman Osborn's funeral.
The funeral was held at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York.
Yes, how could a big shot like Norman Osborne not have his funeral held in a famous landmark building?
His death should be publicized so that people can mourn him.
Let people remember this "great" capitalist!
That's ridiculous!
The vulture snorted and accelerated the power of its flight suit as it passed a tall building, instantly causing a crack in the building's glass.
"The world doesn't know your true nature, but I do!"
"Norman, you're a cancer on this city!"
"Spider-Man has been taken away from us because you're now missing!"
The vulture's goal today is simple: it's not just to cause a scene at the funeral.
He was still seeking revenge on Spider-Man, whom he felt had formed a deep bond with despite not having spent much time with him!
His poor little spider had not been seen since that day.
At first, he had heard about Spider-Man stopping criminals, and he was happy that Spider-Man had finally escaped.
As a result, he never saw Spider-Man again in the days that followed!
He's no longer in New York City!
Either the message was delayed, or Spider-Man is still recovering!
But it's not that he hasn't been following Spider-Man's news. Judging from how the Daily Bugle used to vehemently criticize this "pest" every day, why hasn't Jameson stopped criticizing him in the last few days?
They even said that Spider-Man's disappearance is a good thing for New York City!
Therefore, the Vulture believes that Spider-Man is most likely dead.
"Poor fellow, he didn't even have a tombstone after he died."
Toms hovered atop a gargoyle statue above St. Patrick's Cathedral, his wings folding as he resembled a vulture poised to pounce.
His gaze was fixed on the black-clad crowd below who had come specifically to pay their respects to Norman Osborn.
He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a young man to appear.
Harry Osborn.
He wanted to show this guy what it meant to be—
The son must pay for the father's debts!
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"Achoo!"
Peter sniffed, feeling uneasy all over, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
It felt like someone was secretly eyeing him.
Peter first glanced at Oz, who was sitting next to him, fast asleep and had a huge bubble forming on his stomach.
He then glanced at Dr. Connors, who was sitting to his right. Connors' expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about Norman Osborn's death.
Dr. Connors, dressed in a black suit, noticed Peter's unusual behavior and asked him with concern:
"Have you caught a cold?"
"It's nothing, my nose is just a little itchy."
Peter looked somewhat bored at the black and gold coffin in the very center of the church.
He didn't actually have to attend Norman Osborne's funeral, since his relationship with Norman wasn't exactly good.
However, because the other party had entrusted him with something before, Peter ultimately decided to participate.
It wasn't like what Oz said, that he actually had to attend Uncle Ben's funeral twice...
The main reason was that he wanted to see his good friend Harry, whom he hadn't seen for many years.
Peter reached into his pocket and found a small cube that Mr. Osborne had entrusted to him before he died.
He needs to give this to Harry.
As for whether the timing was right, Peter didn't bother to think about it; he didn't want this to affect his relationship with Harry.
"ladies and gentlemen......"
On stage, a young man walked to the center of attention and delivered a classic opening speech, saying, "What represents so-and-so? So-and-so welcomes everyone."
"My father... to be honest, even as his son, I don't know how to describe what kind of person he was."
Harry gently stroked the black and gold engravings etched on the coffin with his fingers. "Yes, I know. I am Harry Osborn, and my surname dictates the kind of environment I will live in."
"But it is precisely these factors that have made my memories of my father somewhat vague."
Harry withdrew his finger and looked down at the crowd of black people below.
Many people appeared in his memory two or three times, not many times, but mostly because of his father's presence.
Harry met their gaze without feeling the slightest bit awkward.
Because he knew that beneath these people's compassionate gaze lay a hidden ambition to tear him to pieces.
The reason is simple: his father left him a financial empire.
The lure of money destined him to have an unpleasant future.
"When he was alive, he often told me, 'Harry, you represent the Osborn family. Your words and actions, everything you do in the future, do not only represent yourself, but the entire Osborn family.'"
Harry said calmly, "At first I didn't understand what it meant, so I asked him what I should do."
"In return, I received a slap in the face."
He touched his face, as if telling everyone how painful that slap had been.
In a daze, he suddenly noticed a gaze that was completely different from the others.
It was a gaze that revealed genuine emotion.
Feeling sorry for them, sympathizing with them, and caring for them.
That is......
"Peter?"
Harry was still touching his face with his hand, muttering to himself.
Peter below seemed to have noticed his gaze and revealed the silly grin he remembered.
At the same time, a large black bird was standing next to him, flapping its wings at him.
This strange combination startled Harry, but it also brought him back to his senses, as he saw the group of people below waiting for his next words.
Harry shook his head slightly, lowered his arm, and tried to dispel his distracting thoughts.
"I didn't understand him before..."
Harry was speechless for a moment, and suddenly realized he couldn't continue.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze there.
It's as if something is blocking my emotions, preventing them from being released.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Harry closed his eyes and thought.
He decided to calm down and think it over.
Reflect on yourself, reflect on your father, reflect on Osborne.
Harry thought about a lot of things in that instant.
He recalled the image of his father slapping him, the image of him secretly hiding in his room and crying afterward, the image of his good friend Peter comforting him and helping him to smile again, and finally, the image of his father's last words.
Become the person you've always wanted to be, and continue the Osborne family legacy in a different way.
Harry took a deep breath and looked firmly down at the crowd.
He said, "I didn't understand before, but now I do."
"Next, my assistant will recount the life of Norman Osborne, while I will prepare the drinks you will need. I think you will enjoy them."
The crowd below the stage was stunned for a moment.
I knew there would be a change of topic, but the way you changed it was just too... abrupt!
Then, some sycophant started clapping, and soon a large group of people joined in.
clap clap-
Applause erupted, and Harry glanced at Peter as he stepped off the stage, then winked at him.
There was actually one more thing he didn't say during his speech.
I am Harry Osborn, and my life is just beginning.