American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

After experiencing three boring robberies and two intense street fights, Eddie finally arrived at a bar in Kitchen N31 District, based on the information provided by the two unlucky gunmen.

"I like this place," Venom exclaimed in Eddie's mind. He was currently shrunk inside Eddie's body, not appearing, because Eddie wanted to investigate the interior.

After paying the entrance fee, Eddie entered the bar.

The bar's decor was a rough, metal punk style, emphasizing an unrefined aesthetic, as if it had been hastily opened for business inside an abandoned factory filled with metal pipes.

The noisy music and swaying crowd converged into a torrent of sound, surging through every space of the factory building. A group of brightly armed gang gunmen were acting as security in the corners, drinking while occasionally scanning the chaotic surroundings.

"What should we do? Start a big fight?" Venom was also one to enjoy the chaos. In Luke's lab, he didn't dare to cause too much trouble, but outside, without Luke's control and Little Habul's threat, his suppressed nature couldn't help but become active. Moreover, there were many brains to eat here. Although the taste might not be great, he had to solve his hunger problem while out and about.

"No, wait, we need to find that Hawke first. What did those two say again?" Eddie Brock said.

"You don't look like a reporter at all right now, but more like a superhero preparing to punish evil," Venom muttered, but still controlled Eddie's body, heading in a certain direction.

"This is a private area, the entertainment is over there."

Unsurprisingly, when Eddie turned left and right, entering a hidden corridor, he was stopped by two tall, burly bouncers. Their tone was unfriendly, pointing to the noisy area outside, indicating that Eddie had gone the wrong way.

Eddie looked at the elevator not far behind the two bouncers. The moment they stepped forward to push him, he summoned Venom, who instantly covered his body. His size suddenly increased to over two meters. The bouncer who had been a head taller than him was now looking up at him, pulling out his gun.

However, Venom's movements were faster than theirs. Two demonic claws grabbed the two bouncers' heads, one on each side, and slammed them together. The two strong men didn't even have room to resist. With a crisp collision sound at their foreheads, they rolled their eyes and collapsed to the ground.

The elevator door opened, and Venom swaggered in. Outside the closing elevator door was a clean, empty corridor.

"I saw the camera when you made your move just now," Eddie struggled, revealing half of his face.

"They can't see it," Venom took out a small black device and stuck it in the corner of the elevator.

"What is this?" Eddie looked at the round piece Venom had stuck on, somewhat puzzled.

"A device that interferes with the image. From the moment we were exposed to the camera in the corridor, I had already interfered with those cameras. The surveillance sees a looped normal image. Of course, this looped image still has certain loopholes, but as long as we're fast enough..." Venom stared at the elevator's ascending arrow pattern.

"Where did you get it? How do you have this kind of thing?" Eddie was surprised. He found that Venom was really different from the one he used to know.

"Made it on the fly, as long as you know the principle. It's easy," Venom said casually. Luke and Stark had taught him a lot of good things. He could now be considered a research entity among symbiotes. Still able to be self-sufficient.

"Made it on the fly? What about the materials?" Eddie was stunned.

"I am the material! Do you still think I'm the old Venom?" Venom expressed dissatisfaction with Eddie for still looking at him with old eyes.

Then the elevator stopped and the elevator door opened.

Outside the door was a large, luxurious room, large enough to host a dance party for hundreds of people.

The two guards at the door looked at the empty elevator after it opened, and sensitively pulled out their guns, safeties off, bullets chambered. After exchanging glances, one of them walked in with his gun.

A black shadow flashed out from the top of the elevator, easily taking care of the two guards. The whole process was swift and decisive. Venom grabbed the two guards, one on each side, around their waists, then let go, throwing them onto the carpet. The fallen tall bodies had their shock and noise absorbed by the thick carpet.

At this moment, the elevator door happened to close behind Venom.

"Look what I found? A little mouse sneaking in," a mocking voice with a metallic tone sounded from the side. Eddie and Venom turned their heads towards the source of the sound.

A man wearing pajamas, exposing a hairy chest, with a rough face, gloomy expression, and a black metal mask, was standing at the corner of the stairs, looking at them with cold eyes.

"Are you Hawke?" A rough voice came from Venom's blood basin mouth.

"Coming to my territory, and you don't even know what I look like? Judging by your appearance, something seems to have mutated? You wouldn't also be a mutant turned into a monster, then wanting to fight crime like those superheroes, right?" Hawke took off the black metal mask on his face, revealing his full face.

Under the mask was a metallic mouth. The entire lower jaw and mouth of his person were of metal construction, which made people feel a sense of horror.

Eddie was also startled by Hawke's terrifying face revealed after taking off the metal mask.

"What kind of monster are you?" Venom, who shared the same mind with Eddie, subconsciously asked Eddie's inner thoughts.

"Between the two of us, you look more like a monster, right? I just underwent a great surgery and am temporarily still in recovery," Hawke seemed to be in a talkative mood, and didn't have any excessive actions due to Venom's unusual appearance and intrusion.

[He's stalling for time!]

Venom got an answer based on his experience. He planned to make a preemptive strike, take control of the other party, and then discuss the follow-up questions.

Two axe-like black blades stretched out from his arms. Venom bent slightly, and just as he was about to exert force from his hind limbs to charge, Hawke on the staircase suddenly took a deep breath, then roared out.

Transparent sound waves surged out from Hawke's metal mouth in circles, rippling the air in patches. The sound wave's ripples spread to Venom's side at an extremely fast speed, trapping him firmly.

Eddie instantly felt the fear, disgust, and discomfort that his body conveyed to him. Caught off guard, Venom was hit by the strong sound waves and instantly paralyzed.

A mass of black mud was forced out of Eddie's body by the strong sound waves. Losing Venom's protection, Eddie was sent flying by the surging strong sound waves. His back directly smashed into the wall, and he collapsed to the ground, his bones were numb and his whole body ached.

The ravages of the strong sound waves lasted for a full minute before slowly dissipating.

Hawke coughed twice, adjusted his metal jaw with his hand, and then leisurely walked down the stairs from the corner, directly covering the Venom wriggling on the ground, trying to return to Eddie's body, with a metal lid.

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[Skin Anderson's Mechanical Arm

Strength: Can easily lift objects weighing five tons. Limit lift of ten tons

Ability: Has the ability to transform, able to transform into a large number of cold weapons

Hidden Danger: Use will consume a lot of energy, frequent use will rapidly consume the body's life and organ health]

"You disassembled it?"

In Luke's lab, Nick looked at a familiar mechanical arm placed on the mechanical arm frame, and some simple data information displayed on a virtual screen next to it, and frowned.

Skin Anderson was one of those two altered brothers, and he was the altered body that he had Agent Coulson bring over for Luke to examine.

"Shouldn't be called disassembly, should be called separation," Luke corrected. "As you thought, he should have been tampered with to become what he is now."

"In other words, he was indeed mechanically modified by someone using some kind of technology?" Nick's face darkened a bit more. He couldn't tell whether this was the best or worst situation.

Fortunately, someone was indeed tampering behind the scenes. As long as they were identified and resolved, and as long as follow-up measures were appropriate, the alteration storm could likely be changed from uncontrollable to controllable.

The bad thing was that the profit chain behind the mastermind who could do this might be too troublesome. Nick even suspected that some of the military's notorious extremists were involved. In order to pursue individual powerful super soldiers, these people could carry out any inhumane experiments without changing their faces.

"It's not necessarily a simple mechanical modification. I'd rather call this technology mechanical infection," Luke corrected Nick's words again, and gave his own opinion.

"Mechanical infection? That sounds like some kind of virus," Nick pondered for a moment, tentatively saying his thoughts. Then he saw Luke nod to him.

"You can understand it as some kind of virus. Of course, in the eyes of those who created and use this virus, it may be more like a key to opening a certain evolutionary direction for humans," Luke replied simply.

"Modifying people into machines bit by bit?"

"Modification is not accurate enough. It's more appropriate to describe it as conversion. Part of the other party's flesh and blood was converted into a mechanical body under the influence of some kind of energy or unknown ability. If you recognize it as an unknown virus, then its effect is to transform carbon-based organisms into silicon-based life."

With Luke's explanation, Nick felt a chill. Was this going to twist the entire carbon-based human race into silicon-based life? If that kind of situation really happened, what would the world become? Nick didn't reject mechanical technology, and even less mechanical prostheses, mechanical organs, and other modifications, but what he couldn't accept was this uncontrolled large-scale conversion involving races.

"But they only converted a part," Nick looked at the familiar mechanical arm placed on the shelf.

"This can only mean that the other party's technology is not yet mature, and the alteration caused by the other party can only alter a part. But no one can say what kind of abilities the altered mechanical parts will have," Luke pointed out.

"You should be able to crack and reverse engineer its technical principles, right?" Nick stared at Luke with burning eyes. If he wanted to find a way to crack this technical product in the shortest time, then Luke was undoubtedly Nick's first choice.

Luke nodded. Not to mention reverse engineering its principles, taking out a relatively perfect version that was several versions higher was also no problem. But the other party's technical product did interest him and was very helpful for accumulating technical background.

"What are the conditions?" Nick said decisively. He had now completely given up the idea of ​​letting Luke work for free. It was better to talk conditions and remuneration with the other party straightforwardly. If they could reach an agreement, everyone would be happy. If not, then he would find other methods. They could both avoid wasting their time and words. The good thing about Luke was that he always exceeded your expectations for what he promised to do. This kind of unexpected expectation had a kind of addictive sense of reliance.

"I want a piece of the pie," Luke pointed to the mechanical arm on the shelf. "Your harvest, Heberon needs a share. Of course, only in the early stages. Regardless of whether your SHIELD seals up this technology and the harvested items, or conducts research, all subsequent matters have nothing to do with Heberon. Correspondingly, Heberon is the same."

"Okay. But we need to sign a mutually agreed upon technology non-abuse treaty," Nick pondered for a moment, then nodded. Even if Heberon obtained the technology and optimized and upgraded it, its early buyers would only be SHIELD and official departments.

"Are you going to take it away?" Luke, who had reached an agreement with Nick, saw Nick about to leave and pointed to the mechanical arm on the shelf. "Although it was converted from flesh and blood tissue, you can indeed reverse engineer the corresponding technology from it and create mechanical arms with similar effects. Depending on the materials, the manufactured mechanical arms may not be as good as the original, but at least they have half the power of the original."

"Thanks for the reminder, but no thanks," Nick just glanced at it without stopping at all. SHIELD still had one of the same mechanical arms. If he went back, who knew what kind of moths would appear on Luke's side again. It wouldn't be worth the loss.

...

Venom came out of the closed metal box. After regaining his vision, he found that he had been re-imprisoned in a transparent tempered glass box. At this moment, he couldn't bother to worry about his situation, because his eyes were completely attracted by an object outside the glass wall.

It was a black cube, with blue glowing patterns flowing throughout, and the energy it emitted made him feel familiar and unfamiliar. The familiarity was that he had felt similar energy on Luke and Becky many times. The unfamiliarity was that he perceived that in addition to this, this black cube also had another kind of strange energy filled and intertwined within it.