Chapter 89: The Zero-Cost Shopping Incident at the Supermarket!

"What's your name?"

"Harry Osborne."

"Who is your father?"

"Norman Osborne."

"What does he do?"

"He's a scientist in the field of biology."

"Do you love your father?"

"I think so."

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

In the room, Harry lay on the bed, his consciousness slipping into deep sleep.

Dr. Warren, sitting by the bed, was guiding Harry's subconscious through hypnotic suggestion.

Wearing glasses, Dr. Warren was jotting down notes on paper as he asked Harry, "Do you remember how your mother died?"

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

"Will you resent your father for it?"

"I don't know."

Dr. Warren continued to suggest to him, "Your mother loved you too, Harry. Both your parents loved you very much. Although your mother is no longer here, your father will love you even more than before. You will receive double the love."

"You will forget all the unpleasantness; you will become someone who enjoys chasing success, a member of the Osborne family."

After completing all the guidance for Harry, Dr. Warren stood up, glanced at Harry, who was already sound asleep, and walked out of the room.

In the living room, Norman was already waiting there.

"Harry's condition is very good, Mr. Osborne," respectfully said Dr. Warren. "My suggestion is to continue the treatment; he hasn't had any nightmares for several days."

He was a psychologist with extensive experience in hypnotherapy.

He was brought in to provide psychological therapy for Harry.

But clearly, this psychological therapy resembled more like sinister psychological manipulation.

Norman glanced upstairs at Harry's room and asked Dr. Warren, "Is your keyword psychological treatment effective?"

"It's very effective, but..."

Dr. Warren hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Osborne, I think we need to have a serious talk. This has long-term implications for Harry's psyche, perhaps we should stop this."

"Dr. Warren."

Norman rudely interrupted him, "Do you really care about your actions?"

Dr. Warren pushed his glasses and the wrinkles on his aging face tightened.

He hesitated as he said to Norman, "Yes, I think Harry may need more professional psychological counseling."

Norman bluntly told him, "Doctor, you must understand one thing: the reason you receive generous compensation is because of this special job."

Dr. Warren looked at Norman's serious face and stopped his intention to speak further.

"Well, sir."

After nodding to Norman, he left the room.

Watching Dr. Warren's departure, Norman Osborne squinted his eyes, his face showing an unpredictable expression.

"This is truly astonishing!"

Uncle Ben still felt amazed by what happened in the evening.

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

Uncle Ben was selecting goods while turning to Peter, saying, "I didn't expect you to win the prize, Peter. May and I are proud of you."

Tonight, Peter's fake credentials finally came through.

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

After all, they had never heard of Peter participating in a science fair.

Although there was no doubt about Peter's passion for science, Peter never expected to win a prize.

Peter, standing beside him, felt no guilt about deceiving Uncle Ben.

Originally, he intended to use the scholarship from school, but eventually resorted to a makeshift science fair.

He paid someone to judge him as the first prize winner.

And rewarded himself with fifty thousand dollars.

This way, even if Aunt May and Uncle Ben investigated, they wouldn't find anything suspicious.

As Uncle Ben and Peter chatted, they walked to the counter and asked the clerk, "Do you have those large flashlights, and also a cover to block the light from the flashlight?"

The clerk, a small, thin man with a large forehead and sharp eyes, smiled and asked, "For hunting?"

"What?"

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

Uncle Ben laughed and said, "I'd like to, but I don't have a hunting license. It's just for night fishing."

The clerk blinked and quickly found a flashlight, saying, "Look... this big flashlight doesn't have a cover, but you can use a piece of felt with a small hole in the middle, and it will emit light like a penlight."

Uncle Ben thanked the clerk, "Sounds good, thank you."

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

"A waterproof camping tarp, eight feet long and eight feet wide. We're going to celebrate, celebrating my nephew becoming a scientist."

Uncle Ben patted Peter's shoulder, happily saying.

"Congratulations, that will be twelve dollars and fifty cents."

Uncle Ben was about to take out cash when the supermarket door was suddenly pushed open.

Two African-American men wearing North Carolina hats barged into the store.

"Don't move! Damn it! Stand there, don't move!"

The black men rushed into the store, holding handguns and pointing them at the owner.

As the only two customers in the store, Peter and Uncle Ben were also threatened by the guns.

"Hey, calm down! Buddy!"

The owner immediately raised his hands, signaling for the other to calm down.

Peter, standing nearby, was somewhat speechless.

Was he experiencing a zero-cost shopping spree at the supermarket?

"I said shut up! Open the cash register!"

The black man shouted at the cashier and began to rummage through the cash drawer.

The other black man focused on the wallet in Uncle Ben's hand.

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

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

Instinctively, Uncle Ben used his body to shield Peter, keeping him out of the gunman's line of fire.

With his temperament, he would never hand over his wallet like this.

But thinking of his nephew behind him, he eventually compromised and chose to hand over his wallet.

Peter, protected by Uncle Ben, felt somewhat touched.

In Uncle Ben's eyes, he had always been the nephew who made him proud.

In a crisis, he would also unhesitatingly shield him from danger.

Lifting his head, standing behind Uncle Ben, his gaze became fierce.

"Swoosh!"

Almost inaudible black raindrops hit the gunman's wrist.

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

The other black man hadn't reacted to what had happened, and he encountered the same fate as his accomplice.

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

Then Peter lifted the nearby metal trash can, to the astonishment of the cashier and Uncle Ben, and smashed it toward the other black man.

"Bang!"

The two black men were heavily hit and fell to the ground.