"You haven't seemed as proactive as before lately, have you?" Hurley said, sitting in the passenger seat and wiping her mouth.
"Really?" Harry pressed the brake refreshed, having arrived at the destination.
In reality, it was true. The Spartan biological enhancement surgery adjusted the body's endocrine hormones, and one significant effect was a sharp decline in desires in that regard.
However, perhaps because he had been with Hurley for so long, he still enjoyed her 'relaxation massages'.
"A highly decorated Vietnam veteran. Are we preparing to form a private armed force? I must remind you that the funding for the city Police department and the prosecutor's office over the past few months has already exceeded the original budget."
As soon as they got out of the car, the two immediately regained their professional demeanor, and Hurley kept flipping through the documents in her hands.
"Also, the acquisition of shares in Stark Industries has stopped because of this. We currently hold 7% of Stark Industries, and they are already inviting you to attend the next board meeting."
"That's not bad, but let's skip the board meeting; there's no point in going now," Harry said, waving his hand.
In truth, if there wasn't a chance for Tony to return, Harry wouldn't even care about Stark Industries right now.
And even if Tony returned, his energy technology wasn't exactly 'black technology' to Osborn Enterprises—after all, Dr. Otto's dream of nuclear fusion was about to come true.
Of course, cold fusion and miniaturization still needed to be studied slowly, but Harry believed this wasn't a problem for Dr. Otto.
The controlling stake in Stark Industries was for long-term considerations—if he could, he would really like to crash Stark Industries right now, but on one hand, there was no benefit in doing so; on the other hand, Congress wouldn't watch this arms giant go under, at least not now.
"Alright, I've noted it down. I'm telling you now that their manager is a beautiful woman, you won't regret it, right?" Hurley said while writing.
"Of course not, thank you. Tell me about Frank's situation. Who is hospitalized? His wife, daughter, or son?"
Harry's destination was a hospital, which could be said to be overcrowded due to the events of the past few weeks.
"It's his daughter. This Mr. Frank is a tough guy, a highly decorated Vietnam veteran. Just as we started a series of investments in Hells Kitchen, his family witnessed gang activity. His wife and son were killed on the spot, and his daughter was saved by a masked man, sustaining severe injuries."
Because of Harry's intervention, the pressure on Kingpin was high, which gave Matt the opportunity to save Frank's daughter. It really seems to be the butterfly effect.
Utilitarianly speaking, this was good news. Harry didn't need the Punisher, but he did need an experienced legendary veteran.
"I heard he became a military instructor after retiring?"
"He resigned just a few weeks ago."
Harry nodded, roughly understanding Frank's current state. He signaled for Hurley to go find the Doctor to understand the situation, and walked toward the intensive care unit himself.
Outside the intensive care unit, Harry recognized Frank at a glance—this man was ridiculously strong, but his mental state wasn't very good; his complexion looked pale, and gray hairs had appeared at his temples.
Harry didn't hide his purpose. Frank stopped pacing the moment Harry approached.
"Mr. Frank Castle, is it?"
"You are Harry Osborn?" Frank certainly knew Harry; he wasn't a brainless person.
When he first provided information to the Police about the bastards who hurt his family, the Police didn't help him, saying it was difficult to pursue.
So he picked up a gun, relied on his own methods and network, found those guys and the people behind them, and provided the information to the prosecutor's office.
To his despair, these guys were actually colluding with each other!
In his anger, he decided to punish these guys himself, but seeing his daughter severely injured in bed, he hesitated—at this moment, he saw Harry Osborn and his father, Norman Osborn, and the changes in Hells Kitchen, so he decided to try one more time.
And this time, the law didn't disappoint him again—but he knew it wasn't because the law had suddenly opened its eyes wide. After experiencing such an event, he wasn't stupid; he knew this was all because of the intervention of the Osborns that the situation had taken a turn.
He didn't know how to describe his views and feelings about this, but he was ultimately somewhat grateful to this father and son.
It allowed him to calm down and stay by his daughter's side.
"Mr. Osborn, are you here to see me?" Frank didn't know what this Osborn was here for.
"Yes. First, thank you for your contribution to the country. Second, thank you for your reporting in the crackdown on evil in Hells Kitchen—although these words should probably be said by the authorities."
The two shook hands, but Castle knew this definitely wasn't the reason Harry came here.
"You are a soldier, so I won't talk nonsense. I can save your daughter."
What?
Frank lunged forward and grabbed Harry's collar tightly!
"What did you say? You can save my daughter? Please, save her! I will pay any price!"
Frank shouted out of control, as if he had grabbed a lifeline.
After Harry gestured for him to calm down, Frank sat on a chair and spoke despondently:
"The Doctor said her liver suffered a major blow and severe bleeding. Although she was sent to the hospital early, she is too young, and her liver has failed."
"It's all my fault. I should have been by their side."
As Frank fell into a low mood, Hurley also returned.
"The problem is very serious. Liver failure occurred after the rupture, accompanied by biliary peritonitis and infection."
Harry knew a little bit about medicine. Simply put, Frank's daughter was already near death. The only way was to transplant a liver first to stabilize her vital signs, then deal with the other inflammations.
But in her daughter's current situation, first, there was no suitable liver, and second, her constitution was too weak now; it was hard to guarantee she wouldn't die on the spot due to rejection after the transplant.
However, it just so happened that Harry did have a way to solve these problems.
"Frank, I am very sorry that such a problem happened, but I can tell you that Osborn does have the technology to treat your daughter, but this technology is still in the experimental stage. I need you to understand the risks involved."
Hurley took out the documents that had been prepared long ago.
Harry wasn't lying to him. Although the technology given to him by the system included artificial organs, Connors' current research mainly involved artificial nerves and prosthetics. Harry had planned to announce artificial organs later, so he hadn't let them operate on it in the laboratory.
And if Frank agreed, his daughter's organ would be developed by Norman and Harry.
This would be the first implementation of the technology. Objectively speaking, the success rate was not one hundred percent.
After reading the documents, Frank nodded decisively.
"I agree to use this technology on my daughter." He had no other choice.
Harry smiled inwardly—Frank didn't ask what he needed to do, but that didn't mean he would calmly assume that Harry was really there to offer a warm helping hand.