American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"Don't be nervous, this kind of creature is called a symbiote. They need to merge with intelligent beings. When parasitizing a host's body, they can combine with the host's genes and physiological functions, interacting and allowing the host to use their abilities. In other words, you can think of them as another form of battle suit? They protect the host, enhance the host's combat power, and can grant the host some unique abilities." Luke glanced at Tony Stark, who was breathing heavily, and briefly introduced him to the characteristics of the symbiote.

"I don't need it. My Mark armor is enough. Can you get it out of my body?" Tony looked conflicted. He could feel a force in his body, but it made him uncomfortable.

"They are afraid of fire and sound waves. If it doesn't want to leave your body, you can use these methods to forcibly remove them from your body at any time. But I suggest there's no need to do that now. Venom can protect you well." Luke gave his suggestion. Now that Venom had already parasitized him, he might as well let it parasitize for a while longer. Luke also wanted to see what kind of changes Venom would undergo after parasitizing Tony Stark.

Venom opportunely wrapped Tony in a layer of black, unknown substance, leaving only his head uncovered by this black substance.

"I understand the reasoning, but what is this? A black spider? What kind of aesthetic is this?" Tony took two steps forward, looking at his reflection in the glass jar in front of him. He frowned and said unhappily, "You could at least put my armor's faceplate on there as a logo."

"This is the most popular trend hero logo in New York right now. Do you know how many news agencies are fighting to buy a picture of Spider-Man? You're so outdated!" Venom mocked in Tony's head.

"Are you talking about that little spider swinging around New York? To be honest, I don't hate him, but he's too young compared to me. Remember, the real star hero is Iron Man Tony Stark. My armor's faceplate is much more valuable than this spider pattern, get rid of it!" Tony snorted with disdain and demanded.

Venom began to play dead, ignoring Tony no matter how he called out to it. In the end, Tony had no patience for Venom, who was pretending to be dead no matter how he scolded or hit it, and could only sullenly enter his cruising Iron Man armor. Anyway, as long as he put on the Mark armor, the so-called spider pattern would naturally be hidden inside the armor.

However, Venom clearly knew how to provoke people's emotions. A black spider pattern appeared on the chest of the Mark armor, with the arc reactor right in the center of the spider.

"Although I don't want to interrupt your friendly exchange, our trouble has arrived." Luke pulled up a virtual screen, which showed ghostly figures sneaking into the laboratory. Moreover, the other party seemed to have a way to locate the bones within a certain distance. This could be seen from the fact that Luke's laboratory was so large and had so many areas, but the intruders did not hesitate, nor did they blindly闯 like headless flies, and went straight to the laboratory where the bones were stored.

……

A group of figures, completely wrapped from head to toe, carrying long swords on their backs, dressed like ninjas, gathered in a corridor.

In front of them, a human-shaped object, covered in tubes and with its face completely obscured, hung faintly from the metal ceiling.

The leading intruder raised his hand and made a gesture. Two figures behind him suddenly jumped out, acting as scouts and darting forward.

Almost the instant they darted out, under the stunned gazes of the many intruders behind them, the two companions acting as scouts simultaneously drew the long swords they carried on their backs, aiming their blades at their comrades beside them.

Puchi.

Puchi.

With two soft sounds, the two intruders acting as scouts stabbed their long swords into their partners' hearts, and then turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated.

The leading intruder's expression remained unchanged. He held up four fingers and waved forward again.

Four ninja-clad intruders immediately stepped forward silently. This time, after three seconds, and after they had traversed almost a quarter of the corridor, they once again abruptly began to kill each other. The killing ended quickly. The four scouts, like the previous two scouts, turned into black smoke and disappeared after suffering fatal wounds.

At this time, the leading intruder stepped forward, closed his eyes and sensed for a while, pulled down his mask, and gently sniffed the air with his nose. Soon, he felt his consciousness being subjected to some kind of mental intrusion. At the same time, the air also contained some strange components, which complemented the mental intrusion and affected people's minds and judgment, and even controlled people's neurons.

In just a few seconds, the leading intruder felt that his body was about to be manipulated, becoming a puppet under the control of this mental power.

Hmph.

The leader took two steps back, a little crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. His spirit was considered quite resilient in the organization, and he had also undergone training in mental hypnosis, physical torture, and other things, and had a high resistance to these things. However, even so, in just two or three seconds, he was almost mentally controlled and reduced to a puppet.

At that time, his mind was full of violent emotions, and the only thought was to kill all the living things around him. If he hadn't ultimately used that adult's power to gain a little clarity and break free from the control, he might have already started slaughtering the people around him like his previous subordinates.

His gaze turned to the figure hanging upside down from the ceiling in the depths of the corridor with apprehension. He sensed a strong malice and threat from the figure in front of him. That malice was not deliberately aimed at them, but at all living creatures in this corridor. This made him feel caught between a rock and a hard place for a while.

Advance?

Except for a few elites like himself with high mental resistance, the other subordinates would probably kill each other. And this was only the first threat they had encountered.

Retreat?

That was also impossible. They had to take the dragon bones away, and quickly! Before agencies such as S.H.I.E.L.D. had even recovered, they had to obtain it.

Wait?

This was the most undesirable. They had no time to delay, and now, he felt that malicious mental intrusion again, and smelled those strange, almost imperceptible, strange odors in the air. This showed that the other party's mental intrusion domain was expanding with time.