Plug-in Players In Marvel

His talent is not as good as Stark's, but he is still a scholar.

He has no special training or experience in serving in the army. With Drake's skills, he can only guarantee to hit the target within ten meters.

But the person who came back with the coffee was nearly thirty meters away from him.

There were two crisp sounds, and the bullet fired from the barrel did not hit the researcher, but hit the wall one meter away from him.

"Huh?" After a moment of daze, the researcher realized what was going on and felt Drake's murderous intent.

The next second, the researcher let out an exclamation, shouted "Don't kill me, I didn't see anything" and ran away.

Just at the door, he turned around and the researcher disappeared from Drake's sight.

"Tsk." After failing to hit the researcher, a gloomy look flashed across Drake's face.

If you think about it with your toes, you know that after this guy escapes, it won't take long for him to attract a bunch of people.

If it is normal times, that is, when you control the right to speak, you don't need to worry too much. But under the current situation that has been taken over by the military...

Thinking that it would be the soldiers belonging to the military who would come to control the situation later, Drake once again felt the urgency of time.

Not daring to delay at all, he threw away the pistol and turned towards the compartment marked with the number 3 on the door.

‘Come on, let me see what you are capable of, but don’t let me down. ' Arriving at the door, taking a deep breath, Drake reached out and opened the transparent bulletproof glass door, and came to the symbiote that had not yet fully recovered its vitality.

Maybe he had regained consciousness, or maybe he felt someone approaching through the vibrations on the floor, and then he burst out with a desire to survive and reacted in accordance with his nature. As Drake approached, the pool of symbiotes on the ground began to squirm, and stretched out a winding tentacle.

Derek knelt down and stretched out his right hand.

The dark and sticky tentacles came into contact with Drake's fingertips. The next second, as if a burst of vitality was suddenly injected into it, the symbiote that was lying on the ground like mud reacted even more.

I saw it stretched out more black tentacles and wrapped them tightly around Drake's arm. Within two or three seconds, it completely left the ground, flowed up the arm, and spread rapidly. It opened and covered Drake's whole body.

'hungry! ’

While being parasitized by the symbiote, Drake felt a hunger that surged like a huge wave.

The evil thoughts that have been aroused in the heart, with the parasitism of the symbiote, completely get rid of the constraints of ethics and morality. Without any hesitation, Drake turned around and immediately stared at the body he had just shot to death.

I won’t describe the next scene in detail, I think everyone can imagine what happened.

That's right, Drake, who transformed into a monster, ate the corpse on the ground without hesitation.

"Ha, it's alive!" After replenishing nutrients, the symbiote's condition immediately improved and its consciousness became active.

Feeling the strengthening feedback from the symbiote, Drake felt excited.

"Hi, partner, let's meet?" Without any hesitation, Drake took the initiative to send a thought to the symbiote.

"Hmm...Drake, ha." After receiving this thought, the symbiote responded: "I like you. As a host, you are really to my liking."

"Really? I'd be honored. So, what's your name?"

"You can ask me to massacre." After the possession was released, a head re-formed from the shoulders. The symbiote opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue, licking Drake's face: "Yes, just like you As you guessed, I am the strongest one.”

The compartment closest to the console is marked with the number 1 on the door.

Why did Derek not choose that room just now? Instead, he deliberately walked more than ten meters and entered the No. 3 compartment. He chose the symbiote in front of him. It was because he had already made a judgment in his heart and determined that he was locked in the No. 3 compartment. The one in compartment No. 1 is the most powerful of all the symbiotes.

After all, it had been some time since he had obtained the symbiote, and through various previous experiments, Drake already had a lot of data in his hands.

Although the symbiote is an alien creature and cannot be judged by completely applying existing common sense, but compared with the data in hand, it is natural that Drake would choose this one.

And the next development was just as he expected. The symbiote with better data records is Carnage with the identity of the leader.

"It seems that my luck is quite good." Feeling a little lucky, Derek smiled proudly.

"You're right." Sensing Drake's excitement, the carnage possessing him was also very proud. Then, following this pleasure, Slaughter revealed another secret that Drake didn't know: "For the sake of you being my host, I'll tell you another good news. Just let me devour a few others..." Well, it doesn’t matter what they’re called, they’re just my compatriots, and I can become even more powerful.”

"Um?"

"Now is a good opportunity. They are very weak and can be swallowed without any effort."

Even human morality has been abandoned, so how could Drake consider whether it is ethical for symbiotes to devour each other?

As soon as he heard Slaughter's words, he immediately turned his gaze to the next door and landed on the symbiote in cubicle No. 4.

However, just when he was about to take action, things took a new turn.

Perhaps because of the siren, or perhaps getting news from the escaped researcher, the soldiers stationed in the building finally arrived at the laboratory where Drake was located.

First there was a routine warning, but before he finished speaking, he noticed Drake who had transformed into a monster.

Then, without any hesitation, the soldiers pulled the trigger and immediately launched an attack on Drake who had just walked out of Compartment 3.

Bullets were shot towards Drake like raindrops, and in just a blink of an eye, dozens of bullets had already fallen on him.

If the massacre had returned to its peak state, it could have strengthened a layer of bullet-proof cuticle on the surface and would not be injured by these bullets. But now, although it has just swallowed a corpse, it has not recovered yet. 100% strength.

Among the dozens of bullets, only half were blocked, while the other half penetrated the body.

Although it was not a serious injury, for Carnage, which had not fully recovered, the energy consumption spent in healing the injury was beyond what it could bear now.

If we continue like this, we will only be exhausted by the soldiers.

To understand this, Shou could only give up the 'delicious food' that was right in front of him, put life-saving as his first priority, and chose to break out and escape.