American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"What's the matter?" Carlton Drake looked at his confidant, the security chief, with a gloomy face. He had just obtained a stable experimental subject and failed again. He was in a very bad mood now. If his confidant could not say anything, If something important happens, he will definitely vent his anger on him.

"We checked the surveillance and asked the security guards on duty last night, and after ruling it out, we determined that the person who brought people into the company and caused the riot last night was Dr. Dora Scholes." Terry also saw what his boss was thinking. Feeling unhappy, he quickly reported everything he found out to Carlton.

"Damn it!" Carlton clenched his fist and struck the void hard, and asked with a gloomy face: "Where is she?"

"Just an hour before we confirmed her suspicion, she left the company on the grounds that an important piece of data was left at home and she needed to go back to get it." Terry said, seeing his boss's face getting darker, he quickly added another Added: "But I have asked people to chase her."

"Where is the man she brought?" Carlton asked.

"Several security guards who met the intruder last night had the impression that he looked like a big reporter from the past," Terry said.

"Reporter? Ha, this reminds me of a guy who embarrassed me." Carlton sneered: "Go find him, what is his name? I remember the company where the reporter once worked. No, there is no need to give it." His former company called, and I remembered, Eddie Brock? A bad reporter who always wanted big news, but couldn't assess the situation. Some mediocre people always overestimate their capabilities and stand in front of pioneers. They have no idea how great the work I am doing is!"

…

"Who are they? Your friends?"

In Eddie's house, Dr. Dora, who had just been brought here with her child, the first thing she said when she saw Eddie was to ask.

"Actually, I don't know who they are. But he said he could help us." Eddie felt that insatiable hunger began to emerge in his body again. He felt that he could hardly bear it anymore.

"Your state is not right, you are parasitized by the symbiote! Oh my god!" Dr. Dora could tell at a glance that Eddie's current state was exactly the same as that of the experimental subjects in the laboratory. She tugged on her hair anxiously. , wanted to get close, but didn't dare. In the end, she could only turn her eyes to Snooker and others in the room: "He needs treatment, take him to the Life Foundation, he may be able to live longer."

"In fact, it's not that scary, Ms. Dora." Snooker waved his hand and moved his gaze to Eddie: "Mr. Bullock, if you don't mind, I can help you return to normal first and remove the symbiote in your body. Drive them out."

"That's the best." Eddie showed an ugly smile.

Under the stunned gazes of Dora and Eddie, Snooker took off his right glove and his right arm twisted and transformed mechanical parts, forming a strange trumpet-shaped round weapon, and then the weapon was pointed at Eddie , with Snooker's relaxed reminder of "Be patient, the process may be a little uncomfortable", strong sound waves visible to the naked eye spewed out, covering Eddie.

Eddie subconsciously covered his head. He felt as if his head was going to explode. He was twitching all over. He wanted to avoid it, but couldn't. After only twenty or thirty seconds, Eddie was about to go crazy. In the discomfort, a ball of black liquid finally broke away from his body, and was directly captured by Snooker's subordinates who had been waiting for a long time, and locked it in a transparent glass jar.

One more thing to mention, this jar was once used to imprison the irritable Miss Jingjing for thirty minutes, and its protective power has been verified in practice.

Snooker turned off the powerful sonic weapon. After a burst of twisting and transformation of the mechanical parts, under Dora's surprised eyes, those mechanical parts returned to a shiny metal mechanical arm. Snooker lightly put the gloves back on

After putting it on, he said: "Okay, the problem has been solved."

"Who are you people?" Now even Eddie Brock, who got up from the ground and felt much more relaxed and no longer had the unbearable hunger, realized that these people in front of him were different.

Ordinary.

"The person who is helping you." Snook observed the symbiote in the container and replied. "I will give you a piece of advice. You'd better leave here and don't show up again until the matter is completely over. I believe that person

Mr. Drake must have discovered your identity, and he will not let you go."

"We won't let him go!" Eddie got up from the ground and said angrily: "I have collected enough evidence. As long as it is exposed, it will be enough for him to drink a pot."

"The evidence you have on hand can only make him miserable for a while, but it can't really do anything to him! Because I believe Mr. Drake will not leave a fatal clue to himself. Those experimental subjects should all have signed

Some contracts are enough to make the other party invincible with its own money and size."

Snooker lamented the naivety of the two. He had seen more ugliness and darkness than these two, and he knew better what kind of privileges and power those in charge of big companies had in this country. He wanted to

It is not an easy task to bring down a big entrepreneur like Carlton Drake with some so-called laboratory evidence.

The greater possibility is that in this city, no relevant reports will flow out at all.

"Then when Derek does evil, why don't we do nothing?" Eddie was a little angry. He wanted big news, but now he also has a sense of pursuit that he is on the side of justice. Snow

To his ears, Ke's words were undoubtedly a blow to him.

"Of course." Snooker glanced at him appreciatively, "You can send me a copy of the evidence and take another approach."

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

"Mr. Bullock, I want you to understand the truth. The same piece of evidence has different lethality in the hands of different people." Snooker smiled: "What's more, in the words of my boss, many

If you change things from another angle, the effect will be immediate.”

…

So, when Nick Fury, the distinguished director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was at work, he received a packaging document from Luke.

“There’s a surprise!”

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