Marvel's symbiote, a massacre at the beginning

"Good, very moist, this is interest." Holm looked at the black cat's gradually pink pretty face and smiled wickedly.

"You! What a damn it! I......! The black cat clenched its fists angrily, suppressing the urge to spit out the fragrance.

Although she is angry and ashamed, she still knows her current situation.

"I remember you!" The black cat gritted her teeth and said a cruel word, then raised her legs and stepped on the windowsill, ready to leave, she really didn't want to stay here for a second.

"Wait a minute, don't you want the blindfold?" Holm raised the black blindfold in his hand and said to the black cat on the windowsill.

The black cat also turned around when he heard this, looked at the black blindfold in Home's hand, and touched his face.

Her face was empty at this time, and the black blindfold that had been used to cover up had disappeared.

This damn guy actually took advantage of the fact that she had just forcibly kissed herself and took off her blindfold.

"Now I know what you look like, so I must remember what you want to send me later, don't play tricks." Holm said as he looked at the black cat who had lost his mask.

The black cat without an eye patch has lost a sense of mystery, but on the contrary, her fully revealed beautiful appearance also brings a different mysterious sexiness from the black cat.

Her long silver hair shimmered with a cold brilliance in the moonlight, her big green eyes were full of indignation, and her pretty face was now full of anger, if her eyes could kill, it was estimated that Holm had already been cut into unknown segments by her.

"Give it to you, I don't want it, it's already been touched by your dirty hands anyway, and I won't wear it again in the future." After the black cat finished speaking, he directly rolled over and jumped downstairs.

You can feel that she really doesn't want to stay here for a second, and she doesn't want to look at Holm more.

I don't know if this experience will leave some shadows on her, but at least she will definitely make a more detailed investigation when she is ready to strike next time, so as not to run into someone like Holm again.

After such a toss, Holm did not feel sleepy at this time, he threw the blindfold on the sofa next to him, and then lay down with his arms pillowed, and began to think about what the black cat had just said.

Who the hell wants to him? And whose interests did he touch?

Holm thought as he tried to use the elimination method to make an exclusion, but after a few minutes he gave up, because he felt that he had provoked a bit of enemies, and the elimination method might not be able to be excluded.

Or wait for the black cat to send him the follow-up information, and I don't know if what he did will make the black cat deliberately make up some false information to get him.

However, he has made enough threats just now, according to the self-control and rational thinking that the black cat can suppress anger and shame just now, the possibility that the other party should do such behavior is not high, after all, it is useless, and after being discovered, it will make Holm hate her even more, making her future road more difficult.

Thinking like this, thinking, Holm fell asleep in a daze again.

When he woke up again, the sun was already shining through the window on his face.

Holm stretched and sat up from the couch, then went to wash and get dressed.

As usual, he went to the field first, and then went to the library to learn how to learn.

He hadn't studied for days, and he had to make up for lost time.

Speaking of which, I don't know if I will meet Gwen again today.

I don't know if Gwen knew about her old father, George. Stacy was still staring at them.

However, from what Holm had learned from chatting with Gwen before, she and her father generally did not talk about these topics, and her father could not have volunteered to tell her about his case or some criminal gang.

Bah...... They are not a criminal gang, they are law-abiding citizens, entrepreneurs of conscience.

Holm said in his heart as he drove towards the bar.

......

There is a residential area about three blocks from the police station, because the rent here is cheaper and close to the police station, so many police officers choose to rent here.

One of them is the black fat police officer, who has only been in the police department for three months and has only lived here for a month.

At this time, he was sorting out his police uniform in the mirror in the living room of his house, and then suddenly saluted from time to time, and then adjusted his posture in front of the mirror.

Although this behavior looks a little shameful and middle two, he does like this police uniform and likes himself in uniform.

Being a police officer has always been his dream, because of his skin color and size, and in the environment he grew up in, he was always bullied by others.

Under normal circumstances, children who grow up in such an environment will choose to join a gang, then fight, take drugs, gamble, become a real gang member, and then die on the street.

But the black fat cop is different, he does not like to fight and kill, but likes to learn, which is why he was able to change his fate and join the police department.

After arranging his uniform and putting on his hat, the fat black policeman hummed a brisk ditty that he thought of casually, locked his door, and began to walk down the stairs.

The building has five floors, he lives on the fourth floor, and most of the fourth and fifth floors are one-bedroom apartments, and the rent is not cheap, but it is not particularly expensive.

The remaining floors vary in room types, ranging from one-bedroom to two-bedroom units, with even some studios on the edge.

As he walked down the stairs to the second floor, he also paused, then turned to the right, walked to the door of the second room inside and knocked.

"Ryder? Are you there? How is your body today? Still going to work? Or do you want me to take another leave of absence for you? The

black fat policeman waited a few seconds after speaking, but no response was heard.

Some scratched their heads strangely, wondering if Ryder hadn't woken up yet, and knocked on the door again to ask again.

When he knocked on the door again, ready to say it again, a somewhat hoarse male voice suddenly came from the room.

"Is it Luther? I'm still a little uncomfortable today, but I've already called the police, so don't worry.

Luther, the black fat police officer who finally had his name, also continued to be concerned after hearing Ryder's answer: "Then you take care of yourself, if you really can't go to the hospital, your voice is very hoarse, maybe you have the flu."

"Thank you for your concern, I still want to sleep for a while." Ryder's hoarse voice came out again from inside.

Hearing Ryder's response, Luther straightened his hat, and then said: "Then I'll go to work, get better quickly, I'm still waiting to rub coffee and donuts with you." "

Ha, I'll take you when I'm well." Ryder's voice was still hoarse, but there was a hint of a smile more than just now.

"Then I'll go to work." Luther finally spoke to Ryder, then walked down the stairs in the direction of the police station.