Marvel's symbiote, a massacre at the beginning

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early morning sunlight spills into Home's room, slowly awakening Holm, who is immersed in sleep, and another morning that wakes up naturally, such a morning is always full of energy, which is strange.

No matter what time I slept the day before, the next morning was still like staying up all night, lying in bed and not wanting to move.

"Xiao Susu, will you drag me to the bathroom, and then wash my face, brush my teeth, and take a shower by the way? I really don't want to move. Holm

lay lazily in bed, shamelessly trying to let the toxin wash him up.

Toxin ignored his unreasonable request, just got out of his body without thinking, and then ran to the sofa outside, took out a piece of chocolate from the drawer and nibbled on it.

Seeing that Toxin didn't want to pay attention to him, Holm also snorted in dissatisfaction, then rolled over, changed positions and continued to lie on the bed.

"You talk about you, live in my body and don't pay rent, I still have to give you good food and drink every day, originally I thought that you could be touched by me and do something for me, but I didn't expect that now I don't even want to help me with a wash, people's hearts are not ancient, I didn't expect that your kid actually began to play with me, and the previous chocolate was fed in vain."

When Holm lay on the bed and babbled a lot, and then turned to look at the toxin, he found that the toxin still did not move, but ate a few more pieces of chocolate.

"How is there a feeling that the dogs in the house are disobedient." Holm thought as he got out of bed on his own, and then went listlessly into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, a refreshed and energetic Holm came out of the bathroom again.

"Phew~ It seems that in the future, not only will you take a bath before going to bed at night, but you can also wash it in the morning, and after washing, you will feel refreshed and your head will be bright." Holm said to himself as he picked up a bath towel from the side and wiped himself.

Originally, his figure is very well-proportioned, both muscular and not particularly exaggerated, after having toxins, his figure is better, and he doesn't even have to worry about eating too much and gaining weight, because the excess energy is absorbed by the toxins.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Holm picked up the toxin lying on the couch in the sun, and then let him return to his body.

Then he went downstairs, got into his newly bought car, drove slowly while opening the window and taking a ride.

When no one was around, the toxin would run out of his body and let the wind go, or lie on the couch, or lie on the co-pilot, and see how naturally and skillfully it lay down, apparently learning from Holm and beginning to enjoy life more and more.

Holm drove leisurely until he once again passed the same neighborhood where the last massacre and venom ambushed him.

Looking at the rags outside, there was no rest at all, and Holm was also a groove in his stomach and didn't know where to vomit.

The neighborhood was already broken, and then a lot of heavy firepower was used in the last massacre and Venom ambushed him, so it was even more broken under the bombardment.

To this day, he can still see that some walls still have burnt marks, and some are even cracked, but still no one pays attention.

Holm didn't quite understand who should be in charge of this in the free country, but he wondered if it didn't need to be repaired like this, or if he was still saving the crime scene.

But how long has it been since then? The police should also investigate, this case is now estimated to be sealed because there are no clues and the direction of the investigation, what is the use of keeping these now?

What's even more outrageous is that if this section of the block is broken, the key is that it still stinks, and the whole street is filled with a stink mixed with various smells.

It may be that its tattered appearance especially attracts some unqualified people to leave some traces, and there is no one to clean it up, so it has become what it is now over time.

The thought of passing through the block whenever he walked from home to the bar or library made Home's mood even worse.

"It seems that I have to consider moving, and I am really reluctant to think of leaving my little broken room."

Seeing that the scene outside the window began to improve a little, and had reached the transitional block, Holm thought thoughtfully.

He had thought about moving before, but he thought that moving was a bit troublesome, and there was nothing wrong with living here, and he was still a little reluctant to live in that small broken house, so he never moved.

While Holm was driving around thinking about this problem, a sudden feeling of crisis came to his mind.

The toxin that had been rolling in the sun on the co-pilot also whizzed back into Homem's body, and a black-red shield was held up in the window that had been opened.

In the next second, a long knife pierced directly into the black and red shield with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

At the same time, Holm felt that the car he was driving began to swing uncontrollably.

According to his experience in the past few times, if this happens to the car, it is either the tire is burst or the axle is broken.

In the process of the car flipping, another long knife fell from the air, wanting to take advantage of the opportunity of the car flip to pierce directly through the front windshield and solve Home.

I have to say that the idea of this killer is ingenious, but it is not useful for Home.

Because the toxin has extended the shield at the same time as this handle, even the front windshield has been covered.

Watching his two attacks resisted by strange things, standing on the roof, the strange man in the dark red uniform also covered his mouth exaggeratedly, as if surprised by Homem's quick response.

"My God, Mamma Mia! What the hell was this sticky piece of my aunt's blood, he obviously looked like plasticine, but it could block my knife.

"Maybe I can cut two pieces and play with them, and pinch a size that suits me, so that my cute little cups can also be rotated to rest, so as not to be spoiled."

The strange man said something out of tune, and at the same time pulled out a long knife from his back with his left hand, took out the gun on his thigh with his right hand and held it, and then jumped directly from the roof without the slightest hesitation.