American comics: Extracting the immortality of cancer cells at the beginning

At the same time, on the other side of the city.

The docking site of the Life Foundation's spacecraft was like hell on earth.

Traces of explosions and fires were everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, mixed with some indescribable decay.

The wreckage was scattered with broken human bodies, some of which were still twitching weakly and making creepy groans.

Drake staggered into the docking spacecraft with his assistant, his eyes, which were calm in the past, were now bloodshot and his expression was hideous.

When he saw the four shattered glass dishes, an uncontrollable rage erupted in his body like boiling magma.

"Damn beast!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and distorted.

Drake frantically searched every corner, the laboratory table was overturned, and the sound of glassware shattering was endless.

His fingers were cut by broken glass, and blood dripped on the ground, but he was unaware.

The image of a philanthropist that he had carefully created over the years was like a thin mask, which finally tore apart in anger, revealing his disgusting true face underneath.

Drake's eyes were cold and frantically scanning every corner.

"Who dared to touch my things?"

"Check it for me! I'm going to kill him!"

He roared at the assistant who was timid beside him, and frantically searched every corner, hoping to find a well-preserved experimental sample.

Suddenly, in a crack in a corner of the wall covered with mold, he found a mass of squirming black matter on a mummy.

That thing looked like living oil, emitting a disgusting stench.

Drake's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and ecstasy surged in his heart.

"There's another one!"

He let out an almost crazy laugh, with the corners of his mouth twisted unnaturally.

"You are so beautiful..."

This discovery made him temporarily forget his previous anger, and replaced it with a morbid excitement.

He approached cautiously, unaware of the approaching danger.

Just as Drake reached out to touch the darkness, the symbiote suddenly burst out with amazing power, wrapping Drake's body at lightning speed like a living nightmare.

"Ah!!"

Drake screamed in fear after being attacked by the symbiote, but was soon drowned in a tide of darkness.

The liquid tissue of the symbiote quickly penetrated into every pore of his body. Drake could feel his skin dissolving, his flesh reorganizing, and his bones twisting.

The severe pain almost made him faint, but what was more terrifying was the feeling of being eroded and assimilated.

Not only that, the moment the symbiote invaded his body.

Those dark desires that were buried deep in his heart, now gushed out like opening Pandora's box under the catalysis of this evil force.

The evil thoughts that were once bound by the shackles of reason now roared like hungry beasts to break free from the cage.

At the same time, the riot was exploring its new host.

It went deep into Drake's memory, tasting the dark desires deep in his heart.

Those long-suppressed emotions gushed out like a flood.

The desire for power, the contempt for humanity, the fascination with violence...

The riot greedily absorbed these negative emotions, amplified and strengthened them.

In the depths of Drake's mind, a low and bewitching voice began to whisper, like a demonic sound from the depths of hell:

"Drake... Feel this power... Feel our power..."

This voice, like a sticky darkness, slowly seeped into every one of his thoughts. It brought not fear, but a morbid pleasure that made Drake involuntarily indulge in it.

"Imagine"

The demonic sound transformed by the riot continued to seduce.

"The sight of those who once despised you and betrayed you struggling in agony at your feet...

Their screams, their fear, their despair are such a beautiful symphony."

The scene unfolded vividly in Drake's mind.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, the sound of flesh being torn apart was endless, and the air was filled with the breath of fear and despair.

All this not only did not make him feel sick, but instead aroused an indescribable pleasure.

"Just do it, Drake,"

The magic voice whispered at last.

"Let's make this world our playground together. Let's mess up the world together."

"Okay."

The word echoed in Drake's consciousness, like a heavy hammer, completely shattering his last line of defense.

The corners of his mouth twisted unconsciously into a morbid smile, and his eyes flashed with crazy light.

Then, the successful riot began to move.

Drake's body began to undergo horrible changes., the muscles expanded at an unnatural speed, the bones made a sickening cracking sound, and rearranged into a stronger form.

Complex black lines appeared on the skin, and the fingers extended and turned into sharp claws, each of which could easily tear steel.

Finally, the face began to reshape. The mouth expanded to an incredible extent, full of sharp teeth. The tongue became long and thick, like a hideous snake.

The eyes expanded, showing a sick and paranoid white.

The riot consciousness was like corrosive acid, penetrating every nerve of Drake.

For some reason, after it merged with Drake in parallel, it could keenly perceive a few faint wisps of...

Pheromones from other symbiotes?

The strongest one came from the direction of Imperial University.

"Drake, do you want to become stronger?"

At the same time.

On the dim street, the school bully Fry felt the intoxicating power surging in his body.

He raised his hand and watched the black substance flow through his fingertips, forming sharp claws, and then turning back into normal fingers.

"Cool... but who are you?"

Fleischer whispered.

"Venom."

The deep voice sounded in his mind again.

"Symbiotes, from distant planets... we need hosts to survive, and you, Fleischer, are a perfect candidate."

Fleischer was a little dizzy.

His brain was trying to process this information while also dealing with the surging metabolism and reorganization of the nervous system in his body.

"Why choose me?"

Fleischer asked, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

Venom's cold laughter echoed in his mind.

"I feel the darkness in your heart, Fleischer."

"You don't have to explain... your anger, your dissatisfaction, your desire for power... these make you the perfect host."

"We can give you the power to make you the most powerful being in this city."

Fleischer was silent for a moment.

He recalled his time as a school bully, and the fear on the faces of the weak people he bullied.

At that time, he was already intoxicated by the feeling of controlling others, and now, he has even greater power.

"What can we do?"

Fleischer asked, with a hint of eagerness in his voice.

"I'm hungry... You humans seem delicious..."