American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"What is it?" Carlton Drake looked at his trusted head of security with a gloomy expression. He was in a bad mood because he had just obtained a stable test subject, but it had failed again. If his trusted aide couldn't tell him something important, he would unleash his anger on him.

"We checked the surveillance footage and questioned the security guards who were on duty last night. After eliminating other possibilities, we confirmed that the person who brought people into the company and caused last night's disturbance was Dr. Dora Skirth," Terry said, noticing the displeasure in his boss's heart. He quickly reported everything he had investigated to Carlton.

"Damn it!" Carlton clenched his fist and punched the air fiercely, asking with a gloomy face, "Where is she?"

"She left the company an hour before we confirmed her suspicion, claiming that she had left some important data at home and needed to go back to get it," Terry said, seeing his boss's face become even gloomier. He quickly added, "But I've already sent people to chase after her."

"What about the person she brought?" Carlton pressed.

"Some of the security guards who saw the intruder last night remember him as a former big-shot reporter," Terry said.

"A reporter? Ha, that reminds me of a guy who embarrassed me before," Carlton sneered. "Go find him, what's his name again? I remember the company that reporter used to work for. No, don't call his former company. I remember now, Eddie Brock? A lousy reporter who always wants big news but doesn't know how to size up the situation. Some mediocre people always overestimate themselves and stand in the way of pioneers. They simply don't understand how great the cause I'm undertaking is!"

...

"Who are they? Are they your friends?"

Dora, who had just been brought to Eddie's apartment along with her child, asked Eddie as her first question.

"Actually, I don't even know who they are. But he said he could help us," Eddie said, feeling that insatiable hunger resurfacing in his body. He felt like he was about to lose control.

"You're not right. You're being parasitized by a symbiote! Oh my god!" Dr. Dora instantly recognized Eddie's current state, which was exactly the same as the test subjects in the lab. She anxiously tugged at her hair, wanting to approach but not daring to. In the end, she could only turn her gaze to Snoke and the others in the room. "He needs treatment. Take him to the Life Foundation. He might live longer there."

"It's not that scary, Ms. Dora," Snoke waved his hand, shifting his gaze to Eddie. "Mr. Brock, if you don't mind, I can help you return to normal first and drive out the symbiote in your body."

"That would be for the best," Eddie gave an awkward smile.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Dora and Eddie, Snoke removed his right glove, and his right arm underwent a series of mechanical part distortions and transformations, forming a strange, horn-shaped circular weapon. Then, the weapon was aimed at Eddie, and with Snoke's lighthearted reminder, "Bear with it, the process might be a little uncomfortable," a visible strong sound wave surged out, engulfing Eddie.

Eddie subconsciously covered his head, feeling like his head was about to explode. His whole body twitched, wanting to dodge but unable to. After only twenty or thirty seconds, amidst Eddie's agonizing discomfort, a mass of black liquid finally detached from his body and was directly captured by Snoke's subordinate, who had been waiting for a long time, and locked it in a transparent glass jar.

Just to mention, this jar was once used to hold the Miss Quiet who was irritable for thirty minutes, and its protection had been practically verified.

Snoke deactivated the sonic weapon. After a series of mechanical part twists and transformations, those mechanical parts returned to a shiny metal mechanical arm under Dora's shocked gaze. Snoke casually put the glove back on before saying, "Alright, the problem has been solved."

"Just who exactly are you people?" Now, even Eddie Brock, who had gotten up from the ground and felt much lighter, without that unbearable hunger, realized that these people in front of him were extraordinary.

"People who are helping you," Snoke replied, observing the symbiote in the container. "I'll give you some advice. You'd better leave here and not show your faces again until things are completely over. I believe that Mr. Drake must have already discovered your identities, and he won't let you go."

"We won't let him go either!" Eddie got up from the ground, full of momentum, and said, "I've collected enough evidence. As long as it's exposed, it'll be enough to give him a hard time."

"The evidence you have at hand can only make him anxious for a while, but it can't really do anything to him! Because I believe Mr. Drake won't leave any fatal handles for himself. Those test subjects should have all signed some contracts, which is enough for him to remain invincible with his money and scale."

Snoke sighed at the naivety of the two. He had seen more ugliness and darkness than these two, and he knew even more clearly what kind of privileges and power those heads of big companies actually possessed in this country. Wanting to bring down a big entrepreneur like Carlton Drake with some so-called laboratory evidence was not an easy task.

The greater possibility was that there would be no relevant reports coming out in this city at all.

"Then, are we not going to do anything while that Drake is doing evil?" Eddie was a little agitated. He wanted big news, but now he also had a bit of a sense of pursuing justice. Snoke's words, in his ears, were undoubtedly a blow to him.

"Of course you can," Snoke looked at him appreciatively. "You can send me a copy of the evidence and take another route."

"Didn't you say that this evidence is useless to Drake and his Life Foundation?" Eddie pouted.

"Mr. Brock, I want you to understand a principle: the same piece of evidence, in the hands of different people, has different lethality," Snoke smiled. "Besides, in my BOSS's words, many things have an immediate effect if you change the angle."

...

Thus, when the esteemed Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. went to work, he received a packaged file from Luke.

"There's a surprise!"

Looking at the file name, Nick Fury subconsciously curled his lips. He already had a premonition that this file would be a trouble.