Chapter 89 Supermarket zero-yuan purchase incident!
"what your name?"

"Harry Osborn."

"Who is your father?"

"Norman Osborn."

"What is his job?"

“He’s a scientist in biological sciences.”

"Do you love your father?"

"I think so."

"He loves you too, Harry. He loves you very much."

In the room, Harry, lying on the bed, fell into a deep sleep.

Dr. Warren, who was sitting beside the bed, was conducting guided hypnosis on his subconscious mind.

Dr. Warren, who was wearing glasses, was writing something on a piece of paper when he asked Harry, "Do you remember how your mother died?"

Harry, with his eyes closed, replied, "Yes, I remember."

"Do you resent your father for this?"

"I do not know."

Dr. Warren continued to hint to him, "Your mother loves you too, Harry. Both your parents love you very much. Although your mother is gone, your father will love you more than before. You will get double the love."

"You will forget all the unhappiness and become an Osborne who loves to pursue success."

After finishing all the guidance for Harry, Dr. Warren stood up, glanced at Harry who was sleeping peacefully, and walked out of the room.

Norman was already waiting in the living room.

"Harry is in excellent form, Mr. Osborn."

Dr. Warren said respectfully to Norman, "My advice is to continue with the treatment. He hasn't had nightmares for several days now."

He is a psychiatrist with extensive experience in hypnotic diagnosis and treatment.

Now he is asked to provide psychological treatment for Harry.

But it is obvious that this kind of psychotherapy is more like evil psychological suggestion.

Norman glanced upstairs at Harry's room and asked Dr. Warren, "Is your keyword psychotherapy working?"

“It works well, but.”

Dr. Warren hesitated and said, "Mr. Osborn, I think we need to have a good talk. This has a long-term impact on Harry's psychology. Maybe we should stop this..."

"Doctor Warren."

Norman interrupted him rudely, "Do you really mind your behavior?"

Dr. Warren pushed up the frame of his glasses, and the wrinkles on his old face tightened.

He said hesitantly to Norman: "Yes, I think Harry may need more professional psychological counseling."

Norman said to him bluntly: "Doctor, please understand one thing, that is, the reason why you can get a generous reward is because of this special job."

Warren looked at the other person's serious face and stopped talking.

"Okay, sir."

He nodded to Norman and left the room.

Staring at Dr. Warren's departing back, Norman Osborn narrowed his eyes, an uncertain expression emerging on his face.

“This is amazing!”

Uncle Ben was still in shock from the events of the evening.

At this time, Uncle Ben and Peter were in the supermarket.

Uncle Ben was selecting items when he turned to Peter and said, "I didn't expect you to win the prize, Peter. May and I are very proud of you."

Tonight, the fake certificate that Peter had made was finally completed.

When the staff handed him the letter and check, he and Aunt May were both shocked and incredulous.

After all, they had never heard of Peter going to the science fair.

Although he had no doubt about his nephew's passion for science, he did not expect Peter to win the award.

Peter, standing next to him, didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for deceiving his Uncle Ben.

He originally wanted to use the school scholarship, but in the end he found a sleazy science fair and spent some money to let the other party select him as the first place.

By the way, I rewarded myself with 50,000 US dollars.

This way, even if Aunt Mei and the other two go to investigate, they won't find anything fishy.

Uncle Ben and Peter were talking when he walked to the counter and asked the clerk, "Do you have a big flashlight like that? And a cover to block the light from it?"

The clerk was a thin man with a big forehead and sharp eyes. He smiled and said, "For hunting?"

"what?"

"You want a flashlight for deer hunting? For tonight?"

Uncle Ben smiled and said, "I would like to, but I don't have a hunting license. This is just for night fishing."

The clerk blinked, quickly found a flashlight, and said to Uncle Ben, "Look... this big flashlight doesn't have a cover, but you can dig a small hole in the middle of a piece of felt cloth, so that it can emit the light of a small pen-style flashlight."

Uncle Ben thanked the clerk: "That sounds good, thank you."

"Of course, what else do you want today?"

"A waterproof camping sheet, eight feet long and eight feet wide, and our family is going to celebrate my nephew becoming a scientist."

Uncle Ben patted Peter on the shoulder and said happily.

"Congratulations, the total is $12.5."

Just as Uncle Ben was about to take out the cash, the door of the supermarket was suddenly pushed open.

Two black men wearing North Carolina hats broke into the store.

"Don't move! Fuck! Stand there and don't move!"

The black man who broke into the store aggressively had a pistol in his hand, pointing it at the owner.

As the only two customers in the store, Peter and Uncle Ben were also threatened at gunpoint by the black man.

"Hey, calm down, man!"

The owner immediately raised his hands and signaled the other party to calm down.

Peter next to him was speechless.

Am I experiencing a zero-yuan shopping experience in the supermarket?
"I said shut up! Open the register!"

The black man yelled at the clerk and frantically rummaged through the cash register.

The other black man directed his eyes towards the wallet in Uncle Ben's hand.

"Hey, old man, give me your wallet."

The black man motioned for Uncle Ben to hand over his wallet.

Uncle Ben subconsciously used his body to block Peter so that Peter would not be exposed to the opponent's gun.

Given his temper, he would never hand over the money like this.

But when he thought of his nephew behind him, he finally compromised and chose to hand the wallet to the other party.

Peter, who was protected by Uncle Ben, was slightly moved.

In Uncle Ben's heart, I have always been the nephew that makes him proud.

In times of crisis, he would not hesitate to protect himself from danger.

Looking up, the man standing behind Uncle Ben had a stern look in his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Tiny black raindrops, almost inaudible, ricocheted onto the wrist of the black man holding the gun.

The black man let out a scream and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground.

Before the other black man could react to what was happening, he suffered the same treatment as his accomplice.

The black man squatted on the ground in agony, holding his corroded and painful wrist.

Then Peter picked up the metal trash can next to him and smashed it at the other party in front of the stunned eyes of the clerk and Uncle Ben.

"state!"

The two black men were knocked heavily to the ground.

(End of this chapter)