Chapter 50 - 50: T-600s vs. The Goblin Menace

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Chapter 50 of "Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI" commences with: Just as Gene and General Powell were discussing General Ross, a strange, eerie laugh suddenly... Don’t miss the next part!

Just as Gene and General Powell were discussing General Ross, a strange, eerie laugh suddenly echoed from above—straight from the sky. "Hahahaha! Mason Industries, I'm going to make you suffer!" A figure in an eccentric outfit hovered in mid-air atop a sleek, high-tech glider. His face was obscured by an exaggerated, goblin-like mask, and the long green trench coat billowing around him only added to his sinister aura. "What's going on now?" "Who the hell is this guy?" "It's the Green Goblin!" A murmur of recognition spread through the gathered crowd. Many of them had seen this intruder before—he had crashed the Mason Industries banquet not long ago. "No, no, no! Actually, I am the Green Goblin II." The self-proclaimed Green Goblin II wagged his finger smugly, correcting the crowd before turning his gaze toward Gene, who was still seated in the VIP lounge. "Gene Mason, today, I'm going to make you feel the same pain you inflicted on me!" His sinister laughter echoed across the facility. Ever since Mason Industries had taken over Oscorp, effectively erasing his father's lifelong legacy, Harry Osborn had been consumed by hatred—not just for the company, but especially for the man responsible, Gene Mason. Harry had injected himself with the OZ serum and, using his own scientific knowledge, had upgraded the equipment his father had left behind. Now, with more advanced gear and enhanced physical abilities, he had returned for revenge. Today, he planned to utterly humiliate Gene Mason in front of all these people—and by extension, damage Mason Industries' reputation. "General Powell, I'll Protect You!" Powell immediately pulled out his sidearm, aiming it at the airborne menace. "Hahahaha!" Green Goblin II cackled wildly as he maneuvered through the air, circling the testing site while throwing pumpkin bombs at the ground below. Explosions erupted across the area, sending people scrambling for cover. Gene, however, remained unfazed. "Skynet, take control of the T-600s. Bring that flying pest down." A cold command echoed through his neural network. The red glow in the T-600 units' electronic eyes intensified as Skynet instantly seized control. The T-600 series was the most basic combat model Gene had created—far inferior to even the T-800s. But even these so-called "low-end" machines were more than enough to deal with a petty threat like Green Goblin II. One of the T-600s bent its massive metal legs, powered up its hydraulics, and with a thunderous leap, propelled itself into the air—right to the Goblin's altitude. A steel fist swung at him with terrifying force. Seeing the incoming attack, Green Goblin II hastily maneuvered his glider to evade. It was only then that he fully realized the looming threat of the T-600s standing on the ground, their unfeeling red eyes locked onto him. A chill crept down his spine. "Hmph, just some tin cans!" He tried to reassure himself. Yet, the speed and precision of that last attack had rattled him. More T-600s leaped into the sky, relentless in their pursuit, forcing him to weave erratically in mid-air like a disoriented housefly. From below, the spectators' fear gradually gave way to amusement. "Hahahaha! This is hilarious!" "My god, I had no idea these T-600s were so agile!" "They're not even using weapons yet! Just imagine how terrifying they'll be fully armed." "This Green Goblin wannabe looks like a complete clown!" As the laughter grew louder, Harry Osborn felt his blood boil. He had never been so humiliated in his life! "How dare you mock me?!" Enraged, he reached for another pumpkin bomb, intending to incinerate every last one of these jeering fools. But the T-600s weren't about to give him the chance. With relentless efficiency, they continued their aerial assaults, preventing him from getting a clean shot. Meanwhile, General Powell, who had been watching in awe, turned to Gene with barely contained excitement. S~eaʀᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Mr. Mason, these T-600s… they're incredible!" "Impressive strength combined with unparalleled agility… these machines are unstoppable on the battlefield!" His admiration was obvious, and his earlier attempt to defend Gene with a mere handgun now seemed laughable. Finally, one of the T-600s landed a direct hit—its steel fist colliding with Green Goblin II's glider. A loud crack rang out as smoke billowed from the damaged vehicle. "No, no, no—!" Losing control, the glider spiraled downward, sending its rider crashing to the ground. ... Dazed and panicked, Harry tried to scramble to his feet, only to find a hulking T-600 bearing down on him. "Stay away from me!" Desperate, he pulled out his Green Goblin submachine gun and opened fire. Ratatatatata! Bullets rained upon the metal behemoth. It had zero effect. The rounds pinged harmlessly off the T-600's reinforced endoskeleton, barely leaving scratches. Even after one of the bullets shattered a T-600's electronic eye, the machine continued advancing, relying on Skynet's shared battlefield vision to track its target. Then—boom! A steel fist plowed into Harry's gut. His enhanced body, strengthened by the OZ serum, still couldn't withstand the brutal force. His vision blurred. His ribs cracked. His breath left his lungs in a wheezing gasp. And then—darkness. Harry Osborn, the so-called Second Green Goblin, collapsed unconscious. "Wait… it's him?!" The soldiers gasped as one of them removed the Goblin mask, revealing Harry's face. Even General Powell was stunned. "H-Harry Osborn?! The heir to a multi-billion-dollar fortune?! He was behind this madness?" Gene remained unfazed. He waved a hand dismissively. "General Powell, I believe we were in the middle of a discussion about General Ross?" With a nod, the T-600s dragged the unconscious Harry Osborn into a holding cell. Now that that little distraction was dealt with, it was time to get back to business. -------------- T/N: Access Advance Chapters on my P@treon: [email protected]/MPHFics

Chapter 50 - 50: T-600s vs. The Goblin Menace

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