Marvel's symbiote, a massacre at the beginning

Two days have passed since the black hand incident, and the newspaper news of these two days has really become hot.

After all, there are so many corpses laid out there, it's hard not to notice.

The police wanted to block the news, but helplessly those media were like flies smelling, pervasive, and quickly poked this matter out.

Because the incident happened suddenly, the other party was all gang members, and there were too many people who had revenge, so the police could not find useful clues for a while.

Seeing this situation, Home's originally somewhat apprehensive mood gradually relaxed.

After all, he had always thought that it was difficult for the murderer to escape the law, but after he really did this kind of thing, he found that as long as he cleaned up, coupled with the sudden accident, it was indeed not easy for the police to find his head.

Holm had to admit that because of his past life, he did have too much confidence in the police in this regard.

Aunt Fili, who saw the news, of course, also understood why Holm and Joy looked at her from time to time in the past two days, and always felt that they had something to say.

In addition to the joy of having her husband's great revenge, her heart was more worried about the two of them.

Although Holm and Joey did not hide it and told her the truth, Fili, who has been working in society for so many years, certainly will not believe any nonsense about signing a contract with the devil.

In the case of the toxin as if it was missing, Holm could not prove anything, he could only scratch his head and sigh that no one believed the truth again, has the current social atmosphere become like this?

He didn't think about hiding his identity or anything at the beginning, after all, in modern society, having the ability and wanting to check him can always be found through some clues, there is no meaning, and he always has to worry that his identity cannot be exposed and tied up. After

another day of miscellaneous life, Holm also walked briskly towards the house, today's moonlight is really beautiful, the other two pistols behind his waist and a string of bullets hanging from his waist also give him a sufficient sense of security, walking on the street is not afraid of being kicked up.

"I admit that it's all the moon that causes trouble~ That moonlight is too beautiful, you are too gentle~ will be in an instant... Ga! Before

Holm could finish a lyric, a red tentacle suddenly appeared, strangled his neck and pulled him into a nearby alley.

"See you again, little one! Judging from the way you were just happy, you don't seem to be worried about me coming to kill you at all. Slaughter opened his hideous mouth and looked at Holm with interest.

"I hope you can be so optimistic in a while, and I hope that your screams can be as beautiful as your singing." Slaughter said as he easily cut through Homem's clothes with his sharp and terrifying claws.

"I can already smell the aroma of your internal organs, a strong heart, healthy kidneys, and liver and spleen, ah~ you are a rare person in human beings with such healthy body organs."

Looking at the appearance of the slaughtering idiot, Holm also felt a shudder, only to see his voice trembling a little and said: "For the sake of you being so discerning and knowing that I have two good waist, I am also kind enough to remind you to run, I am very scary when I am angry, and I am afraid." Seeing

Holm say such tough words so instigatingly, Slaughter also grinned and said, "It's really humorous, but it also makes me think of Spider-Woman's nasty guy."

"Okay, enough nonsense has been said, let's have a good chat when you get into my stomach." Slaughter said while eagerly pulling Holm to send the other party to his big mouth.

Holm could already see that there were still a few strands of bloody flesh stuffed between the other party's sharp teeth.

Looking at the big mouth that was getting closer and closer, Holm also hurriedly shouted loudly: "Toxin!

As soon as Home's words fell, a large amount of black-red viscous liquid suddenly gushed out of his body to wrap him up, and finally turned into an equally hideous and terrifying little giant.

Unlike the strength of Venom and the strange slenderness of the slaughter, Poison's body looks more like a robust human body with equal magnification, but the head is still the big-eyed and big-mouth style of the symbiote family.

"Toxin !!" A hoarse, deep voice came out of the toxin mouth.

As soon as Toxin appeared, he directly kicked his old father out, and then stood there with his mouth open and roaring, as if announcing his arrival.

"It is a little surprising to me that I came out only now, my dear son." Slaughter stood up from not far away and looked at the figure of the toxin, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty cruelty.

"Toxin just doesn't want to be killed by the father." Toxin's large mouth opened and closed, responding to the words of the slaughter.

At the same time, half of his face faded black and red, revealing Holm inside.

Holm looked at the slaughter not far away, and said with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Na! Old miscellaneous hair! Lao Tzu kindly reminded you just now, and now it's too late for you to regret it. Seeing

that Holm actually showed his face and spoke, not being manipulated by toxins or affecting consciousness at all, the slaughter suddenly changed his face.

"You didn't even dominate! My silly son! Is something wrong with your head! Slaughter said through gritted teeth.

Slaughtering his own host is a man named Cletus. Cassady's perverted serial murderer, although most of the ordinary human form is carried out by Cletus himself, but the slaughter also affects his thinking.

In general, between the slaughter and Cletus, it is the slaughter that dominates, the host is just a puppet to it, and its daddy venom is similar to it in this regard.

But I didn't expect that today's own son toxin made it open its eyes, which made it wonder if it was not the brain during childbirth, how the noble symbiote could be dominated by weak humans.

"Old miscellaneous hair! You know JB, this is called win-win cooperation! With the protection of the toxin, Holm also trembled.

At the same time that the toxin appeared this time, he had already completed communication with the toxin in his consciousness.

Holm really didn't expect that the toxin was really different from its father and grandfather, simply put, its position was neutral, and the host was what it was, completely dominated by the host (this is the official setting).