Man in Marvel, Host of Venom

Chapter 115, Symbiote, Tyrant

In New York City, there are several cars parked in a dilapidated warehouse, and a group of sinister-looking gangsters are waiting for something here.

Today's weather is not very good. In the thick night outside, there are a few lightning flashes from time to time, accompanied by rumbling thunder and non-stop torrential rain.

"Damn it, why is the weather so bad today? If I had known, I would have traded another day." In the middle car, the man sitting in the back seat cursed impatiently while smoking a cigar.

Although he looks a little fat, the scars on his fat face and the sinister eyes indicate that he is not a simple character.

Ma Zi, the co-pilot, heard his curse and turned around and asked, "Boss Bob, do you think that guy won't come today? It's raining so heavily outside."

Hearing Ma Zi's words, Bob frowned and kicked on the back of the chair and scolded: "Shut your crow's mouth for me, what will I eat if he doesn't come?"

"If people really don't come today, I will chop you up in a while, and the son of a bitch will say something frustrating."

Hearing Bob's cursing, Ma Zai also knew that the boss was in a bad mood, so he shrank his head and dared not say anything more.

The name of this fierce fat man was Bob Allen, and people on the road called him Wild Boar Bob, because although he looked a little fat, he was actually very crazy and fierce like a wild boar.

His most famous achievement was that he led a group of men to fight with another gang. They cut down the gang's territory from the east to the west and slaughtered them all. In just one battle, he became known as Wild Boar Bob. got up.

Afterwards, he invaded the gang's territory, selling fans, wine and women on the ground, making money and earning a lot of joy.

But recently he discovered a new profitable business, that is, eating black people.

Others trade with one hand to pay and deliver the goods, while his trade is to grab the goods by pointing a gun at the other party.

In this way, he got the goods without spending a penny, and he could make a lot of money by selling the goods.

This is very quick money, and the only cost may be wasting some bullets.

Another disadvantage is that it may not be good for the gang's reputation if it spreads, but gang reputation is of little use to Bob.

Every time he makes a move, he will do it cleanly, minimizing the risk, and what if there is any news?He doesn't make money from this business anyway, and there are always those fools who will fall for it.

It is said that being a gangster requires rules and loyalty, but in Bob's view, those things are all nonsense, and in his view, no matter what you do, you should only pay attention to profit.

Even if the brains of the dogs who fought between the two gangs have come out, as long as the interests are in place, they can still pretend to be like brothers.

This time his target is a group that has recently become very famous. The leader of this group has a very rampant nickname called Tyrant.

During this period of time, they expanded very rapidly, with goods in one hand, fists in the other, and hard hands in both hands.

Goods means that the powder they produce is of high quality and affordable, and quickly occupied a large market.

Fist means that they are very strong. If they sell well, they will naturally have a lot of money. If they have money, their equipment will not be bad.And it is said that their members are not simple characters, they are either mercenaries or retired soldiers. The most important thing is that there are rumors that their leader tyrant is not an ordinary person, but a mutant with special abilities.

Bob has investigated these situations clearly, but he is not afraid.

He has summoned a lot of good hands this time, and the equipment on the car is definitely not bad, not only machine guns, but even a few rockets, he does not believe that they are all gangsters, even if they have high-quality personnel, how can they Can withstand this firepower.

Even the Marine Corps would lose a few teeth today, and he, Bob the Boar, left the words here.

After waiting for a while, no one came. A somewhat irritated Bob kicked the back of the chair and said to Ma Zai in front of him: "Stand down and see what's going on. I'm really a crow's mouth. I won't let you get it right." "

Ma Zai also scratched his head after hearing this. He just casually mentioned why the shit basin was still on his head.

Hearing Bob's urging, he also had no choice but to pull out the other pistols in his waist, and walked slowly out of the door of the abandoned warehouse, looking through the rain to see if anyone was coming.

Seeing Ma Zai obediently go down to check the situation, Bob opened the window and threw the cigar butt on the ground while staring at the door.

There is basically no light in the dim warehouse, only the lightning that lights up outside from time to time can provide some light.

About two or three minutes later, when lightning illuminated the warehouse again, Bob saw Ma Zi, whom he had just ordered out to inquire about the situation, slowly walking back.

It's just that he came back very slowly, which made Bob very anxious.

After waiting for another minute, seeing that the other party hadn't come over, Bob also bit a new cigar, opened the car door and walked down.

The boss got out of the car, and a few horse boys from the cars next to him also got off. They all stood next to Bob with guns in their hands, waiting for orders.

"You bitch, why are you teasing me? Can you hurry up and get over here?" Bob's temper was aggravated when he looked at Ma Zi, who was walking slower than a snail.

Just when he wanted to continue yelling at the other party, the horse boy suddenly stood on the ground and stopped.

Several huge bolts of lightning lit up, accompanied by loud bangs.

With the light provided by these huge lightning bolts, Bob could clearly see the staring horse boy not far away, his face was pale and terrified, and blood was still dripping from his body. When there was no light just now, Bob Thought it was rain.

The staring Ma Zai had lost the breath of life, but strangely his stomach was rising and falling as if there was something inside.

This weird scene made Bob a little dazed, and the guys next to him also looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

"Plop!" The dead Ma Zai fell forward on the ground with frightened face and staring eyes.

Only then did Bob and his subordinates discover that Ma Zi's body had been hollowed out from behind, and there was still a person standing behind him, but he was blocked from seeing it just now.

A man stood where the horse fell down. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his brown hair was carefully groomed, and his beautiful blue eyes looked at the group of people in front of him without any emotional fluctuations, as if he was watching Like a bunch of dead people.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses that were stained with a few drops of blood, then took out a small square towel and wiped them carefully.

"Why aren't you talking? Aren't you waiting for me? Why don't you say a word even though I'm here?" The man said softly while wiping his glasses.

"Tmd, you are the so-called tyrant, aren't you? Didn't you talk about business? Why did you come here alone, without any goods, and you just came here as my younger brother." Bob finally saw For a person who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, although the scene just now was weird, it didn't affect him at all.

Listening to Bob's loud scolding, the boys next to him also came to their senses and tightened their grip on the guns in their hands.

Hearing Bob's scolding, the man put on his cleaned glasses and chuckled softly, "How come I don't know the name of Bob the Wild Boar, a bastard who likes black and eats black."

"Damn it, you know I'm cheating on you and you still dare to come here alone, you're just looking for death."

Hearing that the man had exposed his old man, Bob simply stopped pretending and shouted directly to the boy next to him: "If you have a guy, just do it. If you don't have a guy, use a guy to fuck this guy. Since I don't want to live, I'll be satisfied." you."

Some pistols next to him also picked up their pistols, ready to shoot.

Before they could raise their guns, sharp black and red tentacles pierced their throats.

"What a bunch of disgusting guys." The man's beautiful blue eyes were full of disgust and coldness, and then he retracted these sharp tentacles.

"It smells bad, you people have a disgusting stench in your blood." The man pushed his glasses with his hands while talking.

Wild Boar Bob was extremely shocked when he saw his little brother die suddenly. After being stunned for two seconds, he picked up a submachine gun from the car and shot at the man with an angry look on his face.

"Damn bastard! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Come on! Show me how hard your bones and bullets are!" Bob roared and pulled the trigger.

The loud gunshots and bursting flames poured out Bob's anger, and the other boys reacted after that, and they all backed away to distance themselves, then took out pistols or rifles from the car and shot bullets at the man.

There were also two horse boys who moved faster, directly pulled the cloth covering the dump truck next to them, and controlled the machine gun to pour a lot of bullets.

"Understood, the heads of these people belong to you, and so do the other internal organs." The man muttered to himself while moving his body in a strange posture, not paying attention to the overwhelming bullets at all.

Just when the bullet was about to hit the man, a black-red viscous liquid suddenly emerged from his body, wrapping him into a black-red monster with a bloody mouth.

This monster is more than two meters tall, but it is not as powerful and strong as Venom, but rather slender and slender. It looks like it has long arms and legs, making it even more weird.

Countless bullets sank into its body, but it didn't have any effect on it.

It moved quickly amidst the hail of bullets, its sharp and slender claws slashed across the necks of these people, and the bright red blood sprayed and danced in the air, smearing the entire warehouse floor into blood red.

The strong smell of blood rushed straight into the boar Bob's nostrils, and he kept aiming at the jumping black and red figure with his submachine gun.

Every time lightning appeared, he would find that there were fewer and fewer people standing on the ground, and the black and red figure was getting closer and closer to him.

At this moment, the contempt and madness were no longer in his eyes, but instead he was facing the fear of the unknown and the worry that his life would be seriously threatened.

This symbiote is Tyrant, not Carnage. Carnage is blood red. Tyrant is an original symbiote, a descendant of Venom, and Carnage will appear later.

The tyrant's design is black and red, has a slender body, and likes to eat heads and internal organs.I wonder if anyone will remember who this person is after reading this chapter.

Some people may complain about the name of the tyrant, but I think it is much better than those in Marvel called pain, whip, and howling.