Marvel's Super Venom System

In the past few days after possessing Peter, Meng Ran has been running exercises to digest his strength.

It has been a few days since the last plan started. The experienced George and the police have handled it more easily this time, and these places have been cleared and controlled in a few days.

Meng Ran decided to try Bob today. He had kept the black boss alive for a while, and it was time for him to go to hell.

Meng Ran and the Crocodile Gang have been entangled for a long time, it is time to speed up the progress and get rid of them as soon as possible.

As night fell, Meng Ran skilfully turned out of the window and rushed to the place he had made an appointment with Gwen. He had promised Gwen to take her with him.

Meng Ran arrived at the appointed place, but before Gwen arrived, Meng Ran sat cross-legged and meditated, waiting for Gwen to arrive.

After a while, a beautiful and unrestrained figure rushed towards him with spider threads, and Meng Ran also opened his eyes and stood up.

Gwen landed beautifully and approached Meng Ran with her long legs. At the same time, she sighed, "Did you practice that technique when you crossed your legs just now? It's so powerful. I just felt a mysterious feeling when I looked at it from a distance."

Meng Ran smiled and said, "That's right, it's that exercise, it can help me better control my own power."

Gwen was even more surprised when he heard this.

Meng Ran went on to say: "Today we are going to try Bob, and our plan will be half done once we get rid of him."

"Let's start now, you follow behind me." Meng Ran said to Gwen, while confirming the route.

Gwen nodded upon hearing this, and was also ready.

Meng Ran looked at the route planned by Xiaobai, stepped on both feet, and ran towards Bob's location, while Gwen followed him with a spider's thread.

Bob was sitting at the desk, lying on the chair with his eyes closed, and furrowed his brows.

He just hung up the phone with Blackwater Security Company, and the unpleasant call made him feel very irritable.

Just now Bob called the Blackwater Security Company to ask why the evil spirits hadn't been dealt with. Two of his old brothers were killed by the evil spirits. Now the whole Crocodile Gang is panicking, and they are all afraid that they will be the next one to be unlucky.

Bob is also helpless about this. The evil spirit is not only powerful, but also mysterious and elusive. He has no way or strength to fight against it.

Of course Bob also knew that Meng Ran was trying to defeat them one by one.

Every time the joint police kills a leader, it eliminates the illegal forces under his control. This is to eliminate the root of the chaos.

But even if Bob knew, there was nothing he could do. He wanted to delay a little longer, and wait for the killers from the Blackwater Company to finish off Meng Ran.

It turned out that the efficiency of Blackwater Security was surprisingly low this time. Not only did it fail to complete the commission at one time, but it also demanded compensation and the price difference.

According to the other party, it was because the information given by the Crocodile Gang was wrong, and there was a deviation in the assessment of the strength of the evil spirits, which led to the failure of the first mission.

Although the other party stated that the commission was still the same and that more advanced killers would be sent, the request was compensation for losses and additional money to pay for the employment of more advanced killers.

Bob was angry and helpless, he had no choice but to remit the money again, and at the same time urged them to deal with the evil spirits as soon as possible.

Thinking about the uncomfortable call just now, Bob opened his eyes and lit a cigar.

The threat of evil spirits is like a knife hanging over his head, which may be cut off at any time, which has made Bob restless recently.

"The crow! Is there anything unusual?" Bob picked up the walkie-talkie and asked the crow.

Crow stood on the roof of the villa, looked around at the guards and bodyguards watching the night, and said to the walkie-talkie: "Nothing unusual, boss."

"Very good, report to me." Bob replied, hearing the crow's voice, he suddenly felt a little more at ease.

During this period of time, he kept strengthening the guards around him so that he could feel more secure. Putting down the cigar in his hand, Bob stood up. Sitting for a long time made his lumbar spine feel uncomfortable.

Bob rubbed his waist, ready to "relax" and rest.

At this moment, Meng Ran and Gwen have arrived outside the villa.

He and Gwen stood on a small plateau not far away, looking at the villa in front of them.

"Xiaobai, send the panoramic map of the villa to Red Rose." Meng Ran ordered.

"Received, the map has been sent to Red Rose." Xiaobai responded.

Meng Ran said to Gwen: "I sent the map to Red Rose, and we will split up later, just follow her guidance."

"Don't be polite when you meet those bodyguards and guards with guns. None of these people are clean."

Listening to Meng Ran's instructions, Gwen also nodded.

She really didn't need to keep her hands from these criminals who were full of crimes. These people belonged to the level of must-kill for her.

Meng Ran remembered something again and said, "By the way, some people in this villa were coerced or trafficked to come here. These people are male and female. Living here is worse than death. I also marked it."

"After we clear the guards in a while, I will go to Bob. You go to rescue these people and let them leave."

"After the arrangements are made, you come to me, and we will try Bob together."

"Also, remember to be safe."

"Okay, I understand, don't worry." Gwen nodded and smiled at Meng Ran.

After the arrangements were made, Meng Ran and Gwen set out from both ends, starting from the outside, and cleared the entire villa as quickly as possible.

Meng Ran and Gwen both activated ghost stealth, holding daggers, silently harvesting lives in the shadows.

The crow sat in the monitoring room on the top of the building. In the dim room, only the screen was the only light source.

The same dim light shone on the crow's face, reflecting a young, serious and cold face.

Holding a glass, he watched the monitor in front of him while drinking, guarding against any accidents.

In the monitoring screen, the weather is calm, and the guards are patrolling normally, nothing unusual.

There was a small speaker on the table in front of the monitoring, and there were loud applause and panting sounds. Listening carefully to the man's voice, it turned out to be Bob.

Hearing the panting sound inside, the crow's cold face showed a trace of envy and anticipation, and he really wanted to be played by Mr. Bob like this.

This is a secret that only belongs to the crow, and even Bob doesn't know it, and this is the only thing that the crow hides from Bob.

The crow belongs to Bob, but Bob does not belong to the crow.

Bob's crow is a taciturn crow. He was brought back from the street by Bob to the Crocodile Gang to raise him since he was a child.

It can be said that this young crow is in the shape of Bob from the inside to the outside. Even if Bob tells him to commit suicide immediately, he will not hesitate at all. The only reason for him to live is Bob.

It is precisely because of this that Bob entrusts him with the full authority to protect his own life.

Crow looked at the still calm monitoring, put away the small stereo, and put the cup in his hand on the table.

It's almost time, and he wants to go out and take a look around to make sure there are no accidents.

When he pushed open the door of the monitoring room and walked out, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind to cover his mouth, and at the same time a sharp dagger was scratched across his neck.

Blood gushed out from the ruptured wound, staining the roof in front of him red, and the splashed blood stains were like stars, reflecting the night sky.

The big hand was released, and the crow's powerless corpse fell into a pool of blood. The speaker in his pocket was soaked in blood, and changed from panting to the sound of electric current.