Man in Marvel, Host of Venom

Chapter 97, devastating

Facing the strong acid mucus shot towards his head, Venom stretched out his big hand to directly block it in the air.

"It's disgusting! Did you throw your snot out?" Venom complained in disgust, while shaking the strong acid mucus on the ground with his hands.

"Shhhhhhh!" The mucus on the ground made a soft noise, eroding the ground into pits and hollows.

Seeing such a situation, Scorpion was also immediately confused. He didn't understand what happened in such a short period of time?

The strong acid liquid just now was as useless as slightly viscous water in Venom's hands, which made him wonder if his mucus had lost its effect.

"Damn it! Did he take hormones? Why did he suddenly turn into such an ugly monster?" Scorpion said in disbelief looking at the suddenly transformed venom.

The tombstone next to him gritted his teeth and felt a little uncomfortable, but the current situation did not allow him to back down, so he continued to rush towards the venom.

Although the opponent's size is much larger than him, he is confident that he will continue to teach the opponent some lessons with his fists, just like he did just now.

"Weird clown! How dare you call me an ugly monster, I will make you regret coming to this world!"

Scorpion's words made Venom very angry. While roaring in a hoarse voice, he directly grabbed the fist that was attacking by the tombstone.

"Crack! Crack!" With a crisp sound, the venom directly squeezed the fist of the tombstone, and then twisted his entire arm into a twist.

Tombstone grunted, clenched his teeth, and the severe pain distorted his face.

"How is it possible! How could his power suddenly become so great!" Tombstone's heart was in a turmoil. He didn't know how the venom that could not be fought back was suppressed by the two of them just now, how it suddenly became so powerful.

After the venom twisted one of his arms into a twist, he continued to pinch his neck. Seeing this, the tombstone raised his right leg and kicked the venom fiercely, trying to use this strength to get away.

But the venom didn't give him this chance at all. He grabbed the tombstone's arm and lifted him up, then threw him to the ground repeatedly like a doll.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Amidst the loud bangs, the ground of the factory was smashed to pieces, the tombstone was blinded, and passed out with bleeding from the mouth and nose.

Seeing this scene, Scorpion, who was about to go up to help, also stopped where he was. He was frightened by this cruel and violent scene.

He didn't understand what was going on, how the venom suddenly turned into an ugly monster even though they were pressing and beating it just now, and it was so powerful.

Although he didn't know what the situation was, even with the thinking of a normal person, he knew that what he had to do now was to escape.

He thought so, and did the same, ignoring the smashed tombstone with air in it but not out, Scorpion turned around and ran towards the exit of the factory.

Venom threw the half-dead tombstone on the ground, and then stomped its chest flat with a heavy kick.

After the bones shattered, there was a crisp sound, just like the crisp sound of autumn leaves being crushed.

Broken bones pierced the flesh on the tombstone's chest, and dark red blood mixed with internal organ fragments overflowed from the chest like a leaking balloon.

"The skin is too hard, it will definitely clog your teeth if you eat it, that's it." Venom muttered and commented on the dead tombstone, and then looked at the scorpion who was about to run out of the factory and stretched out his hand.

The big black hand quickly extended, directly grabbed the fleeing scorpion, and then wrapped him up and restrained him.

"Ugly monster?! That's what you said, right?" Venom pulled the scorpion in front of him, staring straight at the scorpion with murderous eyes.

Seeing this, the scorpion trembled in fear, wanting to say something to beg for mercy from the venom.

But before he could open his mouth, Venom had already opened its ferocious mouth and bit his head off.

"The taste is not very good, this guy's brain is really not very good." Venom threw the scorpion's body aside casually, and said with some dissatisfaction.

It didn't have a good impression of this guy who dared to insult him.

"Sleeping really hard." Looking at Chen Lin'an, who was sleeping in An Xin, Venom also muttered, and then shrunk his body back to the normal-sized hidden form.

It controlled Chen Lin'an's body and quickly left the factory and returned home.

At this time, Peter had just settled the kidnapped gray-haired old man. The old man was very grateful to Spider-Man for his help and rescue, which relieved Peter's pain a little.

Afterwards, Peter didn't stay any longer, but after a few words of advice, he immediately ran to the factory.

He couldn't let Venom fight against the attack of three people alone, even if they were no match for each other, he should stay and drag those criminals to let Venom escape.

After all, Venom was originally called here by him, and even if he paid the price of his life, it was he who came here instead of letting Venom suffer for him.

Enduring the pain in his body, Peter hurried on as fast as he could. After a while, he finally returned to the dilapidated factory building.

The factory was very quiet, and there was no sound of fighting at all. Such a situation made Peter suddenly worried. He was a little scared and didn't know what was going on inside.

Peter sneaked into the warehouse with a hidden figure. After seeing the situation inside, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and open his mouth.

I saw that the entire factory building had become dilapidated, with sawdust flying everywhere. There were two corpses lying quietly on the broken ground in the middle. Not far from them was a motionless corpse with blood and white foam between its mouth and nose.

The chest and abdomen of the gray-skinned tombstone have been crushed flat, lying in a slightly sunken gravel pit like a leaking balloon.

His eyes were dimmed, and the blood gushing from his mouth and other wounds had turned into black scabs that looked horrible and disgusting.

Wearing a green combat uniform, Scorpion's height dropped sharply by more than ten centimeters, because his head had disappeared, and there was only a large piece of dried blood on the broken neck, indicating that it was diffused and condensed into black and red roses.

The only thing that was intact and decent was Thriller, who was dressed in a combat uniform composed of yellow and black plaid. He still left a whole body anyway.

While the poison took away his life, at most it made him vomit a few more mouthfuls of blood and foam, unlike tombstones and scorpions, which were dead in strange shapes.

"Is this the strength and means of venom?" Peter's face was bloodless under the mask. Such a bloody scene and strong smell of blood constantly challenged his senses, making his stomach feel uncomfortable.

If he hadn't been working hard to restrain himself, he would have vomited out all of today's breakfast and lunch.

Seeing that there was no sign of venom around, Peter also left the factory quickly, and then rushed to the trash can in the alley next to him at the fastest speed he could run, releasing his instincts to his heart's content.

After vomiting out all the bile, Peter finally took a deep breath and stabilized. Although he had been a friendly neighbor in New York City for several years, he had never killed anyone, except for the first accident.

It was the first time he encountered such a bloody scene like today, and it left a deep impression on him.

After vomiting, Peter wiped his mouth, and then dodged all the way to the place where he kept his clothes.

Grinning his teeth, he changed his clothes, and then walked home with ease.

The fact that Tombstone and the others died so miserably means that Venom must be fine. The most important thing for him to do now is to go home and recuperate, and then quickly invest in the research on his mutation again.

Now his most urgent problem is to solve his own mutation problem, which is related to many important things.

Through today's accidental kidnapping incident, Peter is more eager to solve his mutation problem, and he can't stand by in the face of such a thing.

I also dare not imagine that he would be powerless to solve such a thing if his cherished family and lover encountered such a thing.

He must overcome this mutation problem to ensure that his spider ability can be stabilized.

If he still can't achieve stability after doing his best research, then he would rather turn back into an ordinary person than become a monster.

Thinking of this, Peter's eyes became firmer.

After returning home, he hid in the room, locked the door and began to apply medicine to himself.

Looking at the bruises on his body, Peter opened the drawer with a grimace and took out the Trauma Type 01 and the latest Internal Trauma Type 01 from Zero Medicine.

While drinking potions for internal injuries, he was applying ointments and large wound patches for external injuries.

Peter can also be regarded as a loyal user of Industry Zero, after all, he will always suffer countless injuries, large and small.

With these drugs, at least his recovery from injuries can be accelerated a lot.

"I heard that the military has Type 02 wound medicine specially provided by No. [-] Medicine. The effect is much better than the civilian version. Maybe I can find a way to get some."

The occasional injuries made Peter very eager for wound medicine. After knowing that the military had a better version, he couldn't help but feel a little bit moved.

After dealing with his injuries, Peter also turned on his computer and notebook, and continued to study his mutation.

He felt that his research seemed to be in a dilemma. He obviously seemed to have a little idea, but he just couldn't grasp it accurately.

He tried discussing it with Dr. Connors, but again to no avail.

"I don't know if Venom understands this knowledge, or if there are such people among the people he knows. Perhaps different ideas and ideas can provide me with some inspiration and sparks."

Peter sat on a chair and looked up at the ceiling, his chaotic thoughts and clueless progress made him a little numb.

Thinking of his thoughts just now, he also took out that small communicator, and then conveyed his thoughts.

If Venom or someone he knew had the talent, maybe things would turn around.

Peter thought about it and couldn't help sighing. Under such a severe situation, he didn't want to let go of any possible hope. Maybe the answer was hidden in that inconspicuous corner, waiting for him to discover.