The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

All coincidences in this world actually contain necessity behind them. Anything that can stimulate an alien race that no one has ever understood is of course the result of countless experiments by another host of this alien race.

The injection that made Venom go crazy was certainly not just a coincidence. Only criminals can defeat criminals, and only symbiotes can defeat symbiotes.

After using Gray Mist's experience, Schiller determined that the highly concentrated fear venom can bring great stimulation to the symbionts, a race that feeds on emotions. According to Gray Mist himself, because he has a special physique, he is the best symbiote. It is a special species, so it has a relatively high immunity to fear gas, but other symbionts are absolutely unable to resist this stimulation.

Symbiotes feed on emotions, which is the hunting instinct engraved in their genes that cannot be changed. The fear gas can make this instinct reach its peak in an instant. Even the gray mist under the control of the system is not interested in this. High-alcohol alcohol has addictive tendencies.

For other symbionts, this is not just as simple as drinking. It is more like a drug addict who is almost going crazy and encounters a small pill that is just right for him to swallow. No symbiote can resist this kind of stimulation. .

Although the symbiotes are not a completely evil race, they cannot cover up their barbaric habits as a first-generation native race. In other words, when Gnar created them, they had a chaotic will.

Schiller knew that maybe the venom had already turned around on Deadpool. As for Deadpool's virtue, he knew what the rules were?

Therefore, once Venom is stimulated to the point of madness, none of the officers who invited Stark over will be able to survive.

So when he learned from Coulson's phone call that only Robert had died, Schiller was a little surprised. It seemed that Stark's will was stronger than he thought. He actually controlled the venom in an instant. It would be a pity to let him go on a killing spree.

After a while, Coulson himself hurried over. He said: "The black monster went to the streets of Brooklyn, and the captain has rushed over to stop him. What is going on? What happened to Stark? Suddenly went crazy? Why is he still eating human heads? What is that black thing? Is it some newly developed mecha? "

"I don't know." Schiller said, spreading his hands.

At this time, Nick Fury's voice came from the walkie-talkie on Coulson's waist. He said: "Why did Stark suddenly go crazy?"

"I have no idea."

"Aren't you a psychiatrist?"

"I'm a doctor, not God."

"Didn't he show any signs before?"

Schiller pretended to think for a moment and said: "If you want to talk about it, it is true. The last time I gave him a psychological diagnosis, he claimed that he had a second personality, and that personality said that he was from an alien planet. Symbiote, I thought it was because he was too stressed, so I gave him relaxation therapy, but it didn’t seem to have any effect.”

"Symbiote? What is that? What else did he tell you?"

"He said that it seemed to be some kind of alien race that looked like black mud. He said that this race had a strong learning ability and seemed to be able to read the host's memory. Stark said that he had just told the symbiote something about it. He has mastered the knowledge of mecha..."

"You mean, this symbiote has Stark's memories and abilities??? Can it also build mechas like Stark??"

Then Schiller heard the sound of chaos on Nick's side, and then heard Nick yelling: "Stop all plans to use heavy weapons!!! Don't provoke Stark!! What? The military is preparing to launch missiles?? Damn it! That’s SHIELD property! Go tell those idiots!! The alien symbiote in Stark’s body was lost by SHIELD!!!”

"I don't care if he has a file! Go and create one for him right now! All unknown creatures in New York were lost by SHIELD! Is there any problem?"

"What does it mean if a lieutenant general dies? This is an alien invasion! Only one lieutenant general died. I consider him to have sacrificed his life for the country! I will pay for the pension! Let them stop quickly! Injured Star If they lose a hair on their head, I will swallow up all their military expenses!!"

After hanging up the phone and Coulson left, Peter said: "So that Admiral Robert is dead? How did he die? What happened? What happened to Mr. Stark?"

"Nothing, but I think you have work to do now."

After saying that, Schiller picked up the phone and called Steve. Steve was also in a mess. Captain America shouted at the top of his lungs: "What on earth is going on? Why is little Stark crazy?" He's jumping around in Brooklyn, and what's that black mecha? God, they and their son have never given anyone any peace of mind..."

"Captain, I remember you said before that you always wanted to beat up Little Stark, but you never had the chance. Now the opportunity has come."

"What's the meaning?"

"To put it simply, the current Stark is not Stark. Stark is inhabited by an alien creature that was lost from S.H.I.E.L.D. This alien creature will continue to stimulate negative emotions in humans, you know , Stark was forced to the point of desperation by the military two days ago. This alien creature bit off the head of an admiral. Stark must feel great now, after all, he has long disliked that group of people. Already..."

"This emotion was exploited by the symbiote, so now Stark is extremely swollen..."

"Okay, it doesn't need to be so complicated. Just tell me that if I beat him up now, I'm actually helping him get rid of the control of that alien creature, right?"

"Yes, this is a great thing. You can't just sit back and watch your nephew be controlled by such an evil creature, right? He has to thank you!"

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, there was a dull slap of a shield from the other side, and Steve shouted: "Look here! I'm your uncle, no! It's not yours, it's the boy named Tony's! "

Schiller put down the phone, looked at Peter and said, "Now you have two choices..."

"I choose to help the captain." Peter said very simply.

"Don't you think about it? Isn't Stark nice to you?"

"But I feel that I also have an obligation to help Mr. Stark get rid of the control of that evil alien creature." Peter said very obediently.

"Okay, they're on the easternmost street in Brooklyn, good neighborhood Spider-Man, get ready to go."

It didn't take long for SHIELD and the military to realize how much damage three superheroes could cause when they teamed up.

Although Peter said that, he didn't dare to be ruthless. He basically used spider silk to interfere with the action of the Venom suit. But Steve was not polite. Shield after shield, Star was wearing the Venom suit. Ke Pai was dizzy.

Stark didn't lose control for no reason. After Venom snatched the box out, he swallowed the fear gas inside in one gulp.

After the venom was high, Stark couldn't cure him at all. To put it simply, it was an alien creature that was drunk and crazy. Although his host tried hard to control him, even if he stopped a crazy drunk from the outside, It’s all very difficult, let alone from the inside.

Stark could only try his best to drag Venom to a neighborhood with fewer people. If he really made him go crazy in Brooklyn, the most densely populated neighborhood, there was no telling how many people would be injured.

But it's good to be able to barely control the direction of the venom. It's impossible to expect him to get the venom back into his body.

Although Captain America was beating up Stark, like Spider-Man, he did not have too powerful destructive means. The military directly dispatched several armed helicopters, and large-caliber machine guns kept shooting at Stark. It was obvious that Wanting to put him to death, sometimes howitzers flew over, and Steve had to help Stark block them. Several people struggled for a long time and couldn't tell the difference.

At this time, Schiller came to the roof of the nearest building, and then took out a strange-shaped speaker from nowhere. He said on the phone: "Jarvis, are you sure your emergency wake-up device can reach That decibel you were talking about?”

"Actually it can be higher, sir."

"No, that's not necessary. Didn't you use this sound wave to expel the symbiote in Stark's body before?"

"Indeed, based on the reaction of the symbiote at the time, I confirm that this will be an effective action."

"Okay, I'll leave first. When I send you a signal, you can directly activate the emergency wake-up measures."

Schiller disappeared in an instant. He had to stay away. After all, Gray Mist was also afraid of this thing.

After a while, Stark, wearing a huge black suit, suddenly landed on the ground of this street. Several armed helicopters behind him took turns to fire, causing stone chips to fly on the ground. Captain America and Spider-Man followed closely behind. , trying every possible means to subdue this big guy.

Before Stark could jump out of the block again, a loud sound of music came from the top of the building. To put it bluntly, this could no longer be considered music, but should be considered a sonic weapon.

The entire ground was shaking, and the black monster in the middle of the road began to tremble crazily. Then in an instant, Stark let out a violent scream, fell to the ground, and returned to his normal form. The black shadow flashed and disappeared. .

The surrounding armed forces immediately surrounded him, but Peter was faster than them and snatched Stark away. When SHIELD arrived, the people and the alien creatures were gone.

When the military people saw people from SHIELD appearing here, they realized, could this all be a conspiracy by SHIELD?

As we all know, the failure of SHIELD and the military to deal with it has reached the extreme. Robert has publicly accused Nick many times. Could it be that this cunning director of SHIELD planned an assassination against Admiral Robert? Take action?

Nick didn't respond at all to this, but he felt that it was very likely that the military had taken away the alien creature. He had to force them to hand it over. They must not let them discover that this alien creature possessed Stark's memories and memories. capabilities, otherwise the expansion of the military will be completely unstoppable.

When they heard that this thing came from SHIELD and killed one of their generals, of course the military wouldn't let it go. They wanted SHIELD to give them an explanation, but in order to keep the secrets of alien creatures, Nick... There was no response, and the two parties immediately began to push the bull, with neither one willing to retreat.

At this time, Schiller was standing in a ward of the Presbyterian Hospital, next to Strange, who was tired and had two big dark circles under his eyes. Schiller said to Dr. Connors who had just woken up: "Dr. ,good news."

"...I'm not dead yet? This is indeed good news..."

"No, there is better good news. You are not dead, but General Robert is."

Connors: "...?"

On the other side, Stark was taken to the roof of Stark Tower by Peter. He was still a little confused. After all, Venom was knocked out at once, and Stark didn't know what happened now.

There was a soft sound from behind, and Stark saw Schiller appearing behind him, holding a glass jar with a ball of black slime in his hand.

"So that's what he looks like."

"Indeed, it's a ball of mud, almost like you when you're drunk."

Stark lit a cigarette and said, "What on earth was that injection? Why did it make him go crazy immediately?"

"Did you notice?"

"Of course, if you think about it, there are no such coincidences in this world. A drug randomly developed by the military can just happen to stimulate alien creatures from who knows which galaxy..."

"The general didn't lie to you. This kind of thing can indeed stimulate people's brains."

"That……"

Before he could finish speaking, Schiller shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Obadiah's situation is too complicated, and this thing has very strong sequelae. Your uncle is too old to withstand this." Kind of exciting."

Stark looked a little disappointed.

"But it may not be impossible." Another voice sounded. Stark looked up and saw Dr. Connors walking out of the rooftop door. He said, "I can extract the beneficial part of this strange potion. Come out, maybe it can be turned into a drug for treating neurological diseases..."

"What's going on?" Stark asked.

Dr. Connors stood opposite him and said: "I have to say that those media reports on you are indeed wrong. Although you are a bad person, at least you still have a sense of justice. I feel sorry for my work in Stark." Apologize for the damage caused to the Group Building."

Stark was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to ask something, Schiller said: "Stop bragging here and come to my place to talk. You will know how exciting this story is."

After the sun gradually set, the lights on the streets of Hell's Kitchen gradually went out. In the psychological clinic, Dr. Connors and Peter went to rest. Stark fell asleep after listening to the story.

"So you know, it was the symbiote that killed the person, and the person who died deserved it."

"Are you worried that I will feel guilty and entangled about this? No, I won't. I only regret that I didn't let that slime chew a few more times."

“How does it feel to get out of the mud?”

Stark was silent and slowly closed his eyes.

Maybe a genius is always lonely, but he doesn't want to admit that he is so miserable that even though he knows that an alien creature is not trustworthy, he still yearns for the feeling that someone understands him and can accompany him.

"Wonderful story?" Stark whispered: "No... no, a bad story, extremely bad."

He thought that there wasn't even a perfect hero in the traditional story here. The trouble caused by a mess of mud involved a bunch of bad people.

But this bad story gave him a good night's sleep that he had not had for many days, or perhaps for many years.

One morning a few days later, as the morning light just shone in, Schiller, who had just gotten up, opened the stopper of the glass jar and threw a chocolate ball into it.

The pile of black mud immediately wrapped the chocolate ball, and then suddenly froze there. Then, the black mud twisted the liquid's body and sent out a series of pleasant brain waves.

On the bedside table, a gold and red candy wrapper sparkled in the morning light.

Today’s 10,000-word update is here!

The double lines make me bald. I originally wanted to talk about both sides at the same time, but I found that the writing method of this article cannot withstand such a fast camera switch. If it is written in one timeline, both sides will be cut into pieces, so I decided to write the two lines separately.

Thinking about storyboarding gives me a headache.