The savior of American comics? I am the evil god of the subspace!

In the early morning, after successfully shaking off his pursuers, Eddie Brock circled around outside for a good while before sneaking back home through the window.

Driven by intense hunger, he couldn't wait to rush to the refrigerator and rummage around for food to replenish his energy.

Puffed snacks, milk, coffee, fried chicken... these snacks that he usually loved now all tasted like wax.

They simply couldn't compare to the deliciousness of human brains.

"See, I told you, once you've eaten a human brain, you'll never be able to stop."

Anti-Venom's voice echoed in Eddie Brock's mind again, "Idiot, we need to eat and replenish our energy. Today is Thursday, let's go to the streets and have a feast!"

"No, I'm not going to eat people."

Eddie Brock slapped his head in protest and turned on the television, trying to distract himself from the increasingly intense hunger.

It actually worked quite well.

After his mood had calmed down a bit, he picked up the phone and called Dr. Skirth.

However.

After several rings with no answer, the call automatically went to voicemail.

"Skirth, it's me. I just got rid of those pests and returned home. Are you okay? You didn't contact me at the time we agreed, so I'm very worried..."

"You were right, that laboratory does hide a super bombshell. I seem to have been infected with some kind of parasite there, which makes people run fast and jump high..."

At this moment, Anti-Venom's voice sounded, "Idiot, you're the parasite, your whole family are parasites. I'm called Anti-Venom, a noble symbiote."

"Also, you rashly told others about my existence. Aren't you afraid that the Life Foundation will follow the clues and find this place?"

Eddie Brock was rendered speechless and quickly corrected into the phone, "Ah, I mean I took a lot of photos in the lab.

But to completely bring down Carlton Drake, we need more detailed information about this experiment. We'd better meet as soon as possible."

"In addition, I also saw another very strange guy in the lab. The guards seemed to turn a blind eye to him.

If possible, I hope you can copy a video from the monitoring room. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden loud noise outside the room.

"Ahhh..."

Eddie Brock and Anti-Venom in his body both let out a scream, and the latter directly ordered:

"Waste, hurry up and tell those rock and roll bastards in the opposite room to stop. I need to replenish a lot of energy to overcome my weakness to sonic waves!"

Bang bang bang——

Eddie Brock forcibly controlled his abnormally irritable mood and knocked on the door of the opposite room. A bearded man with shoulder-length hair opened the door and asked with an unfriendly expression, "What, what's the matter?"

"Could you please turn the music down a little bit, because I'm really not feeling well right now."

"Huh?"

The bearded man pointed to the other strong men in the room behind him and retorted with a face full of disdain:

"Who do you think you are? Making so many people accommodate you alone? I'm not your dad, I won't care about your life or death."

The rock and roll strong men behind him also stood up, posing as if they would beat you up if you said another word.

"Eddie, you're such a useless waste, let me handle it."

Seeing that Eddie Brock was about to back down again, Anti-Venom immediately seized control of his body.

Black and white skin instantly covered his whole body, and he grinned and said, "Breakfast time."

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

A few minutes later, when Anti-Venom walked out of the room contentedly, a silver hand grabbed his neck as fast as lightning and lifted him into the air.

"Weak little thing."

Riot pulled Anti-Venom in front of him and sized him up with interest, "You're not Venom, you are... his offspring?"

"Boss, don't eat me, I found a very important piece of information."

Anti-Venom had the exact same memories as Venom, so he knew how powerful and brutal the Riot in front of him was. With his current strength, he was no match at all.

Since he couldn't beat him... then naturally he had to join him!

"You're sensible."

Riot nodded in satisfaction, released Anti-Venom, and returned to Eddie Brock's home with him, "Tell me where Venom and that other guy went."

Anti-Venom didn't dare to hide anything and told the story of what happened in the lab that day, adding some embellishments.

When it came to Venom's consciousness being erased by Carl, he didn't forget to gloat and taunt:

"Boss, Venom is so stupid, he thought he had found the perfect host and abandoned me, but he didn't expect that the powerful human was not someone he could control."

"In the end, his consciousness was erased by him, purely deserved..."

But who would have thought that Riot would refute him as if he didn't believe it at all, "Impossible, our consciousness is protected by the Symbiote God, no one can erase our thoughts."

"Boss, I swear in the name of the Symbiote God Knull, I really didn't lie to you, that human is terrifyingly strong."

Seeing this, Anti-Venom quickly pretended to be pitiful, fearing that the other party would eat him if he was unhappy.

"Hmm? Among the weak humans, there really exists a dangerous guy who can erase the consciousness of symbiotes?"

Riot finally stopped questioning this time, because no symbiote dared to swear in the name of Knull casually.

Just as he was about to ask in detail about the characteristics of that human, he was suddenly attracted by the news broadcast on the TV across the room.

In the paid column channel of the Daily Bugle, John Jameson's interview was being played.

"Dear viewers, just recently, I received a shocking piece of information about the Life Foundation, the content of which involves a tragic and inhumane illegal human experiment."

"In recent years, the Life Foundation, while using gene therapy to treat patients with advanced pancreatic cancer as a cover, gaining public attention and support at the social level, has secretly sent people to capture homeless people for illegal human experiments..."

"To date, nearly thirty innocent people have died in related experiments, but the Life Foundation has consistently concealed the information and attempted to use increased positive public opinion to cover up its cruel crimes!"

"It is hard for us to imagine that in today's legal society, there are still such heinous acts, which is simply the greatest insult to science and law, and a ruthless trampling on freedom and human rights."

"So next, please examine their crimes yourselves..."

Then John Jameson played a video.

Recorded inside were dozens of human experiment images that had been fast-forwarded and edited.

In the Life Foundation's laboratory, experimental subjects in hospital gowns, like lab rats, were ruthlessly tied to the operating table and subjected to round after round of drug testing.

Among them, some people died on the spot after just one round of drug injections, foaming at the mouth.

Others were injected with nearly ten rounds in a row before losing their lives in endless pain and wailing.

And those researchers and security personnel were already accustomed to this, dragging the corpses out expressionlessly, and then roughly escorting other homeless people to accept the experiment again.

"It's that damn Daily Bugle again!"

Carlton Drake forcibly broke free from Riot's control at this time, punching the TV and roaring furiously:

"What the hell is going on? Why was that confidential video data leaked?"

"Could it be that in addition to Skirth, that traitorous guy, there are other traitors in my company?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this should also be the work of that human..."

Anti-Venom carefully reminded, "Boss, it looks like your plan must be carried out in advance."

"That's right, but fortunately the research on symbiotes has not been exposed, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."

Carlton Drake said with a very solemn expression:

"Riot, we must immediately prepare for the launch of the rocket, otherwise it won't be long before those damn investors call to stop the project."

Riot immediately decided that he and Carlton Drake would personally pilot the rocket to the comet where the symbiotes lived and bring all the symbiotes there back to Earth.

And Anti-Venom and Eddie Brock would continue to stay here.

Use his identity as a reporter to investigate the true identity of the mysterious person who can erase the consciousness of the symbiote.

Then, when they return with the main force, they will work together to eliminate this potential threat.

The two hit it off and immediately rushed to the rocket launch center set up by the Life Foundation in the suburbs of Queens.

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At the same time.

Prestige +1, +1, +1...

After Carl got up, he found that new growth had appeared in the Prestige on the light screen in front of him, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.

"It seems that the layout on John Jameson's side has finally gotten on track."

Carl turned on the TV and switched to the Daily Bugle's paid column.

Sure enough, it was broadcasting the Life Foundation's illegal human experiments.

Carl was quite confident in John Jameson's ability to manipulate traffic.

Then he turned off the TV and focused his attention on the light screen.

The current extremely gratifying increase in Prestige is enough to show that his "hand-raising plan" for John Jameson has been initially completed.

From now on, even if the Daily Bugle's reports do not involve Carl himself at all, he will get the greatest benefits, and even double the harvest, because of John Jameson's influence!

And to completely win over such an old fritter who has been in the entertainment industry for decades, it is by no means an easy task.

Carl, however, harvested the other party's absolute loyalty in just less than three months without using any mental abilities at all.

This is undoubtedly the best interpretation of his personality charm.

At the same time, Carl, as the boss, also harvested the "raising" pleasure that only he could experience in this process.

It seems that it won't be long before he can be a hands-off shopkeeper who throws orgies all day long.

After Carl simply washed up, he went to the restaurant pre-booked by General Ross under the escort of three presidential-class special cars.

And Frank and Selena did not accompany him.

Because they were directly sent to a private hospital secretly controlled by the Wizarding Society for treatment last night.

This can minimize the collection of blood samples by old Yinbi like Nick Fury.

Anyway, Carl has plenty of time right now.

So he decided to return to his territory and slowly ask the two about all the details of last night.

Especially the "soul fragment of the devil" that he was particularly concerned about.

"Mr. Mara, apart from last night's hasty meeting, this should be our first meeting."

After sitting down in the luxurious restaurant, General Ross took the lead in opening his mouth with a smile on his face:

"But before that, I had already heard of your great name."

"At the same time, I would like to express my heartfelt admiration for your heroic feat of liberating Sokovia with your own strength, which reminds me of my own experience in the army when I was young..."

Carl was speechless when he heard this.

Old Deng, I'm not here to listen to your family talk!

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what are you playing with me?

Do you think that if you talk to me a few times and blow a few rainbow farts, I will happily agree to your requests?

It's just thinking about peach!

"General Ross..."

Carl waved his hand and interrupted mercilessly, "Everyone's time is precious, so there's no need to say any polite words, please just say what you have to say."

"Quick words, I like it."

A look of appreciation flashed in General Ross's eyes, and he said straight to the point:

"Actually, the Department of Defense sent me here this time to discuss a cooperation with you."

"Presumably, with Mr. Mara's intelligence, you have already guessed the general content..."

"That's right, the Department of Defense hopes that when Kaiju and Titan beasts appear again in the United States and the territory of our allies, Mr. Mara can send King Kong in time to help us solve the corresponding crisis."

"To this end, the Department of Defense is willing to grant you the title of special honorary advisor..."

When General Ross's words paused again.

Because he noticed that Carl on the opposite side was already looking out the window impatiently to appreciate the scenery.

Obviously not very interested in these words.

So he stopped consciously, and then said with a smile like an old fox:

"Of course, I guess Mr. Mara should not be interested in these false names, then I will directly say something practical."

That's right!

It is said that negotiation is a process in which you come and go, test each other's bottom line and make adjustments.

But to reach a cooperation, you should at least show some sincerity right away, instead of beating around the bush with me here?

Save your little tricks for rookies with no negotiation experience.

If you don't hurry up and get to the part where we talk money without hurting feelings, then I really don't have the patience to listen to your nagging.

General Ross had obviously realized this.

So he gave up on further probing and went straight to the real subject of today's negotiation.

"Mr. Mara, as long as you agree to our request, then every time a monster crisis is resolved in the future, our [Department of Defense] will actively pay you $100 million as a reward..."

"Furthermore, if you or your subordinates encounter unwarranted difficulties from organizations like [S.H.I.E.L.D.], the [Department of Defense] promises to stand up for you at the first opportunity!"