"On the day the incident occurred, this gentleman's family happened to stumble upon gangsters engaging in illegal activities." Aside from the girl, his wife and son were unfortunately killed.
Hurley stood at the podium, recounting what had happened to Frank and displaying his daughter's critical condition notice.
As Hurley spoke, a wave of sighs swept through the venue.
A Vietnam War veteran, a family with a decorated history, was shattered by the actions of gangsters.
Seeing that the atmosphere was right, Hurley continued:
"Therefore, the Osborn Group has decided to help this father and his daughter."
The image of an artificial liver appeared on the screen.
"Without a suitable liver for transplantation, Harry Osborn and his father, Norman Osborn, decided to manufacture one."
"That's crazy!" a member of the media exclaimed. "Manufacture a liver?"
Hurley nodded.
"Yes, and they succeeded. That is what we are here to introduce to you today: Osborn artificial prosthetic technology."
After many experiments, Connors finally finalized the first version of the mechanical prosthesis. This prosthesis uses a polymer to simulate the main nerves of the human body, restoring over 70% of tactile sensation.
Of course, the commercially available mechanical prosthesis is not the same as the one Connors attached to himself. After all, market viability must be considered for commercial products. They could certainly launch a prosthesis that restores 99% of nerves, but no one would buy it; with such a long production cycle, what would be the point?
Besides, if someone really had that need, Osborn wouldn't mind customizing a prosthesis for them privately.
What truly ignited the scene and the headlines, however, was the artificial liver. Its performance was excellent. One must understand that prosthetics and artificial organs are completely different concepts; you can survive missing an arm or a leg, but missing an organ is a major issue.
The press conference went smoothly. It had to be said that Hurley's professional capabilities were truly formidable; Harry never had to worry about management issues.
"So, that concludes all the content for today's press conference. Additionally, the power station using nuclear fusion technology will be completed next week. Thank you all for participating."
Just when everyone thought the conference was about to end, Hurley dropped another bombshell.
A nuclear fusion power station—this was the main event!
"So, we're just leaving them hanging like this? Why not wait and hold a separate press conference afterward?" Harry walked over to Hurley and squeezed her shoulders.
"Since we have the ability to continuously create big news, why hide it? Your massage technique is good; did you learn it in secret?"
"Yeah, seeing how hard you work, I had to learn a special skill, right? Want to go out for dinner tonight?"
After being busy for so long, Harry finally had some free time. The only thing left on his hands now was the New York power grid.
He had been coveting the system rewards for a long time.
"We can find a place to go on vacation; anyway, there shouldn't be anything requiring special attention this week." Harry shrugged; he really wanted to relax properly.
However, Hurley rolled her eyes at him.
"Please, Mr. Osborn, just because you don't have work doesn't mean I don't. Remember there's an election for council members this year? Plus, there's the quarterly accounting and financial reports."
Hearing all this, Harry's head began to ache.
Indeed, the Osborn Group, and even the Osborn Family, were at a critical juncture; there was no spare time to be had.
Fortunately, Hurley could help him solve these problems.
"Alright, then I guess I'll just have to keep hiding away in my lab. Boring." Harry spread his hands.
"However, since you're being so proactive for once, I do have time tonight." Hurley licked her lips and pressed a finger against Harry's lips.
That wasn't bad either.
While Harry was busy with life, our Mr. Stark was having a rough time on the other side of the Earth.
Thanks to exoskeletons and power armor, the U.S. military was practically crushing the opposition in urban warfare.
The guys who kidnapped Tony had to change positions several times, which significantly increased the time Tony had to assemble his iron can.
"We'll get out using this thing." Tony patted the sheet metal.
"But it doesn't look very reliable," Ethan commented from the side. "I heard they've been getting beaten black and blue recently by some new equipment called power armor."
"Mine is better than that." Tony remained arrogant—of course, if he could see that thing, he wouldn't think the contraption he was cobbling together was stronger than the Osborn Group's power armor.
One must know that the current version of the power armor can withstand a direct hit from a tank's main gun.
And in urban warfare, the only thing the militants could use were anti-tank Rocket launchers.
However, power armor is much more flexible in an urban combat environment, and with infantry support, they had almost no chance of winning.
Tony didn't know that the U.S. military had been beating these people to a pulp with power armor; they certainly weren't just going to sit there and wait for death.
They had learned how to make an anti-armor weapon from history—the lunge mine.
This is a simple weapon made by strapping explosives to a stick; the user needs to take this stick and smash it against the target.
Through actual combat, this has proven to be the most effective weapon against power armor, especially when they thrust the stick into the joints of the power armor.
Bang, bang, bang! The door rang out, the sound very urgent! They realized something was wrong!
"Come help me, Ethan, I need to put this thing on!"
The two immediately sprang into action, but it was getting louder outside. Ethan heard that they seemed to have brought explosives.
Boom!
On the other side, inside a U.S. military operations room.
"Officer, satellite imagery shows an explosion at this location."
The commander glanced at the map: enemy-occupied territory, little information, but it was the coordinates of an enemy camp they had suspected.
"Send the nearest armored company to see what's going on."
"Copy that, we're on our way. Encountering resistance, but no heavy weapons."
"Danger cleared."
"Wait a minute, Officer, they seem to be chasing someone; it looks like a piece of broken power armor."
Hearing the words "power armor," the commander immediately decided to raid—the higher-ups had set strict recovery requirements for this equipment!
"Launch a direct assault! Recover the power armor!"
Tony expressed that he had never felt so pleased to see the Osborn Group logo.
The lunge mine—of course he knew about this classic anti-armor weapon, but hadn't this type of armament been abandoned for decades!
If it weren't for this thing, he would have already fought his way in and out of the camp seven times; escaping the camp would have been a piece of cake!
Just as he was about to escape the camp, a small figure suddenly jumped out from the shadows. The stick in their hand almost made Tony think he had walked onto the wrong set, and he nearly laughed out loud.
But when the small figure shouted something and charged at him, and the lunge mine exploded on him, he couldn't laugh anymore.
The lunge mine paralyzed his armor on the spot!
Just as he was in despair, about to be unboxed by these militants, the scene erupted into chaos again. A power armor unit stamped with the Osborn Group logo burst into his field of vision.
This was truly the most beautiful thing he had seen in months; even that beautiful reporter couldn't compare.