America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

If he announced to General Ross that Osborn Industries had successfully developed an enhancement serum that could enable human mothers to give birth to superhuman offspring, would General Ross recruit female soldiers to give birth to the super-soldier babies he had always dreamed of?

The outcome is hard to predict; the possibility is not zero.

“Norman, I’ve really had enough. Can’t we find some assistants? Why do we have to do even things like feeding the mice ourselves?” Dr. Strom, chief scientist at Osborn Industries, complained to Norman Osborn.

"This is a secret military project, and increasing manpower would increase the risk of leaks."

"When discussing cooperation, General Ross emphasized more than once that relevant national departments were keeping a close eye on this type of research project."

The department Norman was referring to was S.H.I.E.L.D., under the leadership of Director Black.

Creating super soldiers—just thinking about it makes it clear that such research would absolutely require experimentation on human bodies.

How can we give existing humans combat abilities that can be described as "super"?

Is it drug modification, genetic engineering modification, or mechanical prosthetic modification?

No matter what kind of modification it is, it is a desecration of human purity.

Director Black is determined to crack down on these experiments that objectify and alienate humans.

“Your son, Harry, isn’t he on summer vacation? Have him come and feed the mice.” Dr. Storm shifted his gaze from the mouse trough to Norman Osborn, who was sitting next to the lab table.

“Harry would probably be very happy to do so, after all, he would be able to participate in Osborne’s scientific research closely with you, his father.”

“…Harry.” Norman licked his dry lips.

“What if he feeds our serum-injected mice to death? How many more times do you want to start over?” Norman asked Strom seriously.

"If they die unexpectedly after being fed just a little mouse food, it means we need to switch projects and study super-feeding digestive serum," Dr. Storm said.

Chapter 130 Osborne's Internship Invitation

If you ask where the best driving practice area is, Liqun would say it's Mirror Dimension.

In the mirror dimension, Li Qun can drive freely on the main streets of New York City without worrying about hitting other vehicles on the road, as it will not have any impact on vehicles in the real world.

The only thing Liqun needs to worry about is not crashing his father's used Mazda.

The car was driving in a mirror dimension. Dad was sitting in the passenger seat, Bruce Banner was sitting in the back, and the two "instructors" were sitting in the car instructing Li Qun on how to drive.

Liqun has already scheduled his road test for Thursday morning, and the venue has been basically confirmed.

In order not to waste the $35 road test registration fee, Liqun practiced on the road test section in the mirror dimension for three days.

On the day of the road test, Liqun performed just as well as seasoned drivers. He finished the test that morning and received his driver's license, which could be used as an ID card, on the same day.

To celebrate getting his driver's license, Li Qun stayed up all night and drove from New York to the Pacific West Coast at 3:30 a.m., and bought a roast duck in the ancient capital of six dynasties at 4:30 p.m.

Half of the roast duck was given to Bruce Banner for a late-night snack, and the other half was given to Dad for breakfast.

When Dad woke up, he found that the breakfast Liqun had prepared for him early in the morning was not steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk, but half a roast duck, sesame seed cakes, and duck blood vermicelli soup. He thought he had taken a nap and was eating dinner instead of breakfast.

Peter got his driver's license a few days later than Li Qun.

When Peter drove to his road test, Uncle Ben took a weekday off to accompany him.

After Peter got his driver's license, Uncle Ben told him that he was a real man now.

This startled Peter, who thought he would have to leave home and become independent when he turned 18 next year.

……

……

"Peter, Lillian, Gwen, would you like to take an internship at a big company? It would be very helpful for your college applications."

Harry Osborne sent a message to the three of them.

"I'm not going to intern at your company, am I?"

Gwen replied to the message quickly.

Summer vacation has started, and Gwen's phone seems to be glued to her hand.

Harry Osborne: "My dad originally only planned to send me, but then he changed his mind. He felt it wasn't right for me to be the only one with the opportunity to intern at Osborne Industries."

Gwen Stacy: "So we're benefiting from your success?"

Peter Parker: "Was the internship specifically described?"

Harry Osborne: "Feed the lab animals, mice, snakes, dogs, monkeys, and stuff like that. Don't worry, our internship won't be written directly on the internship certificate."

Peter Parker: "Where's the guy? Did he put his phone aside again?"

In the kitchen of the New York Sanctuary, Li Qun's cell phone vibrated repeatedly on the countertop as he chopped radishes.

Today, he and Bruce Banner are researching how to make pickled vegetables. Making pickled vegetables with fresh vegetables is definitely a pastime that only the wealthy can afford in New York.

"Quick, check your phone. I feel like if you don't pay attention to it, it's going to jump off the table and kill itself," Bruce Banner warned Li Qun.

"Let me dry my hands."

Li Qun washed his hands and smelled them; they smelled like radishes.

Li Qun frowned as he finished reading the chat history in the group chat on his phone.

Liu Liqun: "I'm here. I was just chopping vegetables."

Harry Osborne: "The busy man is finally here."

Liu Liqun: "So, when we go for our internships, we have to live in the Osborne Industrial Park?"

Harry Osborne: "I'm in there too! Isn't that what the old saying goes? 'Share the good times and the bad!'"

Liu Liqun: "I'm worried about the restaurant kitchen in your residential area."

Harry Osborne: "We'll just make our own kitchen."

Liu Liqun: "I'll participate."

Harry Osborne: "I'll collect your home email addresses and have someone from the company send you emails."

Li Qun's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, while Bruce Banner stood behind Li Qun with his arms crossed and head tilted, watching him operate his phone.

"Dr. Banner, peeping at someone's phone screen is the same as invading their privacy," Li Qun said calmly.

"Being dragged by a classmate to intern at his own family's company was terrible, worse than when I joined a birdwatching club in college to get a letter of recommendation." Dr. Banner avoided the topic of Li Qun's personal privacy.

"Birdwatching club?"

“I heard that Dr. Banner, one of your hobbies is bird watching. Is that not true?” Li Qun was taken aback.

“Wow, bird watching? That’s a hobby only the upper class can afford. I’m just an orphan, raised in foster homes. Where would I get the money or the inclination to go into nature and observe birds?” Dr. Banner laughed.

"Feeding the laboratory animals..."

“I’ve done this kind of work before.”

“Sometimes my labmates would steal the lab dogs’ food. I’ve tried it too, though. It tastes pretty good, but it’s a bit tough on your teeth.”

"Liqun, could you bring me some lab animal feed when you come back from your internship? I'm missing the taste."

Li Qun turned around with a strange look in his eyes and glanced at "Doctor Strange" Bruce Banner.

“Dr. Banner, Steve Rogers has a friend he met in the winter who told me that forty percent of college students in America went hungry while in college, and it seems to be true,” Li Qun said.

"Are there that many? Shouldn't I be in this data too?" Bruce Banner stroked his chin.

Li Qun sized up Bruce Banner.

Dr. Banner's face was not full, and his frame was very thin, clearly indicating that he had been malnourished for a long time during his puberty.

It's hard to imagine that such a skinny Dr. Banner could transform into a green-skinned muscle giant like the Hulk, who is 2.7 meters tall and can throw tanks at will.

“I will be back anytime,” Li Qun said to Dr. Banner.

“When you go to Osborne Industries for your internship, you’ll probably be living in dormitories, bunk beds, you know? Four people in one room, and in the worst cases, they don’t even separate men and women.” Dr. Banner’s tone was like threatening Li Qun.

"Only four people?" Li Qun said.

“Isn’t this terrible? Four people sharing a room means there’s no privacy at all,” Dr. Banner said.

“Perhaps we’ll stay in single rooms? For Young Master Harry’s sake,” Li Qun said.

“It’s boring.” Bruce Banner shrugged.

Li Qun's phone was still vibrating. The other three people in the group chat were having a great time, discussing their internship experiences.

A week later, internship invitations from Osborne Industries arrived in the mailboxes in front of the families' doors. Li Qun, Gwen, and Peter hitched a ride with Harry's nanny in his van to Osborne Industrial Park.

Chapter 131 Don't Tell Harry

Norman Osborne held a simple welcome ceremony for the four of them, in the staff quarters that had been prepared for them.

Upon arriving at the Osborne Industrial Park, Gwen secretly remarked that they were being treated like royalty, as if they were on vacation.

They were put into a separate living area. Each person had their own room, and there was a gym, a snack area, a recreation room, and a fully equipped open kitchen.

Outside the living quarters, none of the Osborne Industrial employees noticed the four inexplicable interns who had appeared in the industrial park.

"Let's begin the internship training. This is the work material you must memorize."

"The only laboratory animals you need to take care of are these white mice."

Norman Osborne personally came to give his son and his three classmates an internship training course.

Norman acted so kindly that Harry questioned his existence.

This was the first time Harry Osborne had ever seen his father, Norman Osborne, display such a kind side.

The internship training course was conducted in the experimental animal breeding area, and Li Qun and the others all put on sterile suits and latex gloves.

Norman patiently and meticulously taught the pregnant mice how to replenish their food and sterile drinking water, how to change the bedding in their cages, how to conduct daily routine checks, how to dispose of waste, and so on.

Is anyone afraid of mice?

Norman's gaze swept over the four people, and he clearly noticed that his son Harry had become nervous.

"Harry, are you afraid of mice?" Norman's question was specific to Harry.

"..." Harry didn't dare to answer.

“Let others do the weighing,” Norman said, looking at Li Qun, Peter, and Gwen, and smiling at the three of them.