America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Are you telling the truth?" Norman asked.

“You should know the side effects of this medication we’re taking. When it’s working, we speak our true feelings, unless you’ve had special training,” Walter said.

"Do you feel more awake now than ever before?" Norman asked.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Walter countered.

“Let’s put the past behind us and join forces to achieve great things,” Norman said.

"I know you regret it. Isn't this what you call working together?"

“We can make a more perfect serum, a serum without any side effects,” Norman said.

"How did it feel after you used it on yourself?" Walter asked.

"very bad."

"I have insomnia."

"My nerves have become extremely sensitive; the slightest noise at night can keep me on edge until dawn," Norman said.

"Besides this medication, are you also taking sleeping pills?" Walter asked.

"Hmm." Norman nodded slightly.

“You only ever ask me for help, don’t you?” Walter laughed at Norman.

“And you? You’re just like me, incredibly arrogant.” Norman laughed too.

"We need to break free from the military's control."

“We need to control the raw materials for the serum ourselves,” Walter said.

“There’s no point in doing this,” Norman said.

"The military wants super soldiers, because super soldiers can make them invincible on the battlefield."

"Their vision is too narrow; they only see immediate benefits and do not consider the greater future of humanity."

“Remove the name ‘Human Enhancement Serum’ and replace it with the name ‘Panacea’.”

"It cured my cancer, and theoretically it could cure my son's cerebral palsy, and it could even optimize the genes of healthy people," Walter said.

"You're absolutely right."

Norman looked intently at Walter.

“We can change the world, change everyone on Earth, just like we dreamed of when we were young,” Norman said.

The café server walked past expressionlessly, and Norman and Walter, two middle-aged men, spoke in hushed tones, with no one showing any interest in their conversation.

“Walter, don’t you feel that the people around you are getting dumber with each generation?” Norman Osborn asked.

“When I was a teacher, I always wrote ‘You need to work harder’ comments to my students,” Walter said.

“…My son is incredibly stupid,” Norman said.

“My son talks like this, uh, Dad…” Walter imitated little Walter.

The two walked out of the coffee shop and headed towards the bar.

Under the influence of psychotropic drugs, the two people's words and actions became more instinctive.

Harry and Stephanie returned home from school to find their father, who should have been home, not there. They had no idea where he had been all night.

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Peter crouched on the rooftop, his arms and legs huddled together on the small patch of land like a cat.

He saw two well-dressed drunks walk out of the bar, and the two staggering drunks looked very familiar.

Peter saw Norman Osborn and Walter White together.

"Wow!" Peter exclaimed softly from the rooftop.

Drunk, Norman and Walter tugged at each other until they both slumped to the side of the road.

Peter silently took out his phone and dialed the police for the two middle-aged men.

He couldn't just call Harry and Stephanie directly; he couldn't explain why he'd run into their drunken father late at night.

The police car arrived at the scene quickly, and just as the two officers were about to put the two people into the police car and take them back to the police station, the officers were suddenly thrown into the air.

Norman exerted his strength and pushed the officer more than ten meters away.

Peter stared blankly for a moment, and the officer's partner who took off was also stunned.

"shit."

Peter realized something was wrong and jumped off the roof.

Norman Osborn looked at the other officer and let out a laugh like a movie villain.

Before Norman could make a move, another officer took off as well.

Peter, hidden in the shadows, shot a web at the officer, pulling him away from Norman.

Peter steadied the officer, helping him to his feet.

The officer turned around but didn't see anyone behind him.

"what's the situation?"

"Am I dreaming?" the officer began to doubt himself.

Norman and Walter got into the police car, which suddenly started moving and crashed into the wall.

The two men got out of the police car and started shaking other people's cars parked on the side of the road, just like car thieves.

Peter looked at the two drunkards with a puzzled expression and used his spider silk to entangle them.

Norman struggled to break free from Peter's web and helped tear the web off Walter as well.

"This is awful, all sticky!" Walter said with utter disgust, wiping Peter's spider silk onto his pants.

"Who's there?" Norman looked toward the dark corner where Peter was hiding.

Peter slowly walked out, slightly opening his arms to make a non-aggressive gesture towards the two.

“Sorry, I called the police,” Peter said in a low voice.

"Are you... a circus performer?" Walter White looked Peter Parker up and down, who was wearing a spider-like bodysuit.

Peter shook his head in denial, his feelings complicated.

“Why are you here?” Norman Osborn asked.

“Actually, I’m a superhero intern, maintaining order at midnight,” Peter replied.

"OK."

"You're a superhero, so where's your supervillain?" Norman asked, reeking of alcohol.

“He’s probably still planning it,” Peter replied.

"Oh, it's still in the planning stages." The drunken Norman Osborne nodded thoughtfully.

“Hey.” Walter elbowed Norman.

"What are you doing?" Norman turned to look at Walter.

“This kid has definitely been reading too many comics. Some of my students are like that. They don’t have superpowers, but they want to be superheroes,” Walter said.

“I have superpowers,” Peter said calmly.

Chapter 307 Graduation Yearbook

"Come home, child, come home!"

Walter White tilted his head and looked at Peter.

“You’re in trouble,” Peter said.

Walter and Norman looked back and saw the officer who had been thrown ten meters away being helped up by his partner. The two officers decided to teach Walter and Norman a lesson.

The officer walked to the car and picked up the walkie-talkie inside to call for backup.

“Norman, we have to run,” Walter said.

“I don’t want to be in the news; it would affect the company’s stock price,” Norman said.

The two drunkards ran away without warning.

Norman ran very fast, making strange noises as he ran.

The two officers were about to give chase, but Peter stopped them.

“That guy’s right, kid, you should go home,” the officer told Peter.

“Why do you assume I’m a child?” Peter asked.

“A mature adult wouldn’t dress like you and show up on the street late at night,” the officer replied.

“Can you leave them to me? I’ll take care of them,” Peter said.

"That's not something you can decide."

Peter regretted calling the police. He turned around, shot out a web, jumped onto the roof, and chased after Norman and Walter.

"Is this guy from a rich family? Like Batman? Partner, have you seen his gear?"

"I saw it, it looks like Batman's grappling hook. It instantly leaped up to the rooftop."

"Let's back the car out first, and then we'll go play house with them."

"Maybe we shouldn't go over there. Have you ever seen anyone throw someone more than ten meters away in one go?"

"Just reporting that these two guys tonight have gone way too far."

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Norman Osborne slowly opened his eyes and pushed Walter's head off his shoulder.