America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Another research and development team seemed to have drawn inspiration from Batman, as they showed Norman a bat-wing aircraft that closely resembled Batman's equipment.

"Maximum flight speed can reach 300 miles per hour, maximum safe payload is approximately 400 pounds, and endurance..."

"Has anyone tried going up there?" Norman asked, pointing to the bat-wing aircraft.

"No."

“Sir, this is designed for super soldiers, but we don’t have any,” the researcher honestly told Norman.

"Actually, it works very well even without super soldiers. It is a war machine in itself. Operators can perform tasks such as surveillance, reconnaissance, patrol, and precision strikes by remotely controlling the aircraft."

"Why put bayonets on the aircraft?" Norman asked.

"Used for suicide attacks."

"Once the aircraft has run out of ammunition, the bayonet can be used to ram into an enemy target and detonate the battery," the researcher replied.

“Remove the battery detonation function; it’s too unsafe,” Norman said.

"Yes, sir."

“You just mentioned the battery life issue,” Norman said, pointing to the aircraft.

"Sir, do you have any suggestions?"

“We’re changing the aircraft’s batteries to a design that allows for quick battery replacement. When one battery runs out, it can be quickly replaced with a fully charged one, which is more in line with the operational logic,” Norman said.

“Yes, sir.” The researcher quickly jotted down Norman’s suggestion.

“Change the color of the aircraft,” Norman said.

"Isn't black good?"

"You look too much like Batman, and you even have batarangs attached. Do you think I didn't notice?" Norman said seriously.

"What color should we change it to?"

“Dark green,” Norman said.

After examining the individual flying vehicle, Norman turned his attention to the super soldier combat suit.

The individual combat uniform was also black, and its design made Norman turn to look at the head of research and development once again.

"Do you guys like Batman that much?" Norman asked.

"It's a coincidence. Batman's armor resembles ours, not that we intentionally made it look like Batman's," the head of research and development told Norman.

"Look at the helmet."

"Batman's chin is exposed, but our combat suit needs to be worn with a full protective helmet to be a fully functional piece of equipment."

“Ha, Batman’s all-purpose belt.” Norman wasn’t going to let the head of research and development off the hook.

"We don't make grappling hook guns, even though we could."

"Can I ask you to put bat wings on the spherical bombs?" Norman asked.

"Is that possible?" The head of R&D was taken aback.

“It needs to be able to track enemy flying bombs,” Norman said.

"Why not use miniature missiles?" the research and development leader asked.

“A spherical bomb, about the size of a baseball, you pull it out from your belt or pocket.” Norman demonstrated with his bare hands, and the head of research nodded.

"Throw it out, the bomb spreads its wings, chases after the enemy, gets close to the target, and explodes with a bang."

"understood."

Norman nodded.

"Is the combat uniform complicated to wear?" Norman asked.

"It's a bit complicated."

“Let me try it on,” Norman said.

"Uh... okay."

Half an hour later, Norman was fully dressed in his combat uniform.

“This is terrible,” Norman said with a grim face.

“We will continue to improve,” the head of R&D said nervously, sensing that Norman was angry.

“Since you like paying homage to Batman so much, you should make the combat suits as quick to put on as Batman’s armor, at least within three minutes,” Norman said.

"Can you make it in five minutes?"

The head of research met Norman's gaze, and Norman's pupils seemed to glow green.

"Okay, three minutes, we'll try our best to improve it to three minutes."

“It only takes one person to put it on.” Norman recalled how two researchers had helped him put on the combat suit earlier.

The head of research and development nodded vigorously to Norman.

“Now, I’m going to test fly it.” Norman looked at the bat-wing aircraft.

"This is dangerous. Let's wait for the military to test it," the R&D manager tried to dissuade.

Norman used the control terminal on his wrist to operate the aircraft and performed some basic operations. After becoming a little more proficient, Norman stepped onto the aircraft.

The soles of the combat suit were tightly connected to the footplates via electromagnetic latches, and Norman slowly took off in the laboratory.

“We can set it to training mode; that would be safer for us,” the R&D manager shouted to Norman.

Norman thought for a moment. He did need to ensure the personal safety of the researchers he had recruited, so he switched the bat-wing aircraft to training mode on the control terminal.

Norman leaned forward, and the bat-wing aircraft flew forward; he shifted his weight to the side, and the aircraft moved to the side; he quickly figured out the flying trick of the bat-wing aircraft and played with it tirelessly.

Two hours later, the bat-wing aircraft ran out of power, and Norman slowly landed.

"You're simply superman!" the research leader exclaimed to Norman, wiping his sweat as he praised him.

“I exercise every day,” Norman laughed, though he wasn’t telling the truth.

"The combat suit still needs improvement; sweating makes me very uncomfortable," Norman said.

"We can learn from the design of spacesuits to solve this problem," the head of research and development said.

Two researchers walked over to Norman and helped him take off his combat suit.

They were like a sweat bomb; Norman's sweat mixed with his super-soldier combat suit, creating an unimaginable odor.

Norman himself didn't notice any strange smell, but everyone present put on protective masks.

"Someone accidentally damaged a new type of pepper bomb. Sir, why don't you put it on too?" the research and development manager tried to persuade Norman.

"Who came up with the pepper bomb?" Norman asked.

“Sometimes non-lethal weapons are also needed. In addition to pepper bombs, we have also designed hell pepper bombs.”

Chapter 303 "Monster"

Bruce Banner took an Osborn energy drink from the refrigerator, unzipped it, and took a big gulp.

"Would you like something to drink?" Dr. Banner asked Li Qun.

"It's too sweet." Li Qun shook his head.

Osborne's energy drink was called "Monster," and the fluorescent green can packaging reminded Li Qun of a similar drink from his old world, called "Monster Claw."

One can of "Monster" drink is equivalent to two cups of coffee, and it has a salty-sweet citrus flavor, which has gradually become Dr. Banner's new favorite.

Bruce Banner was addicted to caffeine, habitually consuming several times the normal amount of caffeine daily to keep himself energized.

Dr. Banner liked the name of the drink, "Monster," and also its exclusive secret energizing formula.

Compared to similar energy drinks, it offers twice the volume for the same price, making it extremely cost-effective.

In order to compete with other energy drinks, Osborn chose to offer "more for the same price".

What kind of plant is this?

Li Qun noticed a flowerpot on the table, containing a rather unusual plant.

Based on its appearance, Liqun judged that the plant originated in a tropical region.

"Can this thing be eaten?" Li Qun asked Bruce Banner.

“Yes, it’s edible. Its flowers are edible, but it will take some time before it blooms,” Bruce Banner replied.

"What is it used for?"

"It is the core raw material of the new super soldier serum." Dr. Banner did not intend to hide this from Li Qun.

“I thought you were planning to use it to make potions, Dr. Banner,” Li Qun said.

"It does indeed possess certain magical properties, and in its habitat, it is protected by terrifying mutated animals," Dr. Banner said.

Where does it live?

"Deep in the Amazon rainforest, a place that is difficult for humans to set foot in."

“The rooftop sun garden is finally ready to be used. I plan to plant things on the roof. Liqun, you’ve got another job to do,” Bruce Banner said to Liqun.

“Humidity, sunlight, soil nutrients… if any of these things don’t go its way, it will die right before your eyes,” Li Qun said worriedly to Bruce Banner.

“Take it slow. We’re growing it because we need it to research cancer treatments, not to make super-soldier serum,” Dr. Banner said.

……

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Harry Osborne returned home and saw his father, Norman Osborne, looking at himself in the mirror in his study.

Norman turned and smiled at Harry, which made Harry feel a little uneasy.

Harry felt he had never seen his father smile at him like that before.

"Did you get stuck in traffic again on the way back?" Norman asked with concern.

“There’s a traffic jam,” Harry replied.

"Dad, I'm going to have dinner."