The God of Injustice in Marvel

Brother Asan shivered and hid somewhere in the woods, squeezed into a small space between the tall aerial roots of two trees, not daring to take a breath.

When he was in the car just now, he experienced the most exciting and bleak minute in his life.

From the shock when I suddenly discovered the trapeze artist at the beginning, to the relief of realizing that I had not missed this God-given gift, from the surprise of knowing that I was safe and that the trapeze artist could not only fly, to the shock of seeing the car being torn apart by someone's bare hands, I couldn't help but feel...

Dare to believe, confused, frightened, at a loss, using both hands and feet, just run away...

This one-minute encounter may take a lifetime to heal.

Of course, if he has this life and the rest of his life.

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Not long after escaping from the car, Sange, a pampered and high-quality human male, simply walked around a few trees, tripped several times on tree roots and dirt, and lost his way.

The high IQ and knowledge in his head that he was once proud of could not help him at all.

He is lost.

This made him even more frightened and at a loss.

Due to the long-term pampering, Brother Asan's physical strength was not very good. He began to rely on fear for support. He ran out at a death-defying speed for a long time. Even if he fell to the ground, he was not aware of the pain at all. There was nothing else in his mind.

Run away or run away.

However, no matter how much adrenaline surges, there is still a limit.

Soon, he couldn't run anymore.

Then I felt pain from every muscle in my body, especially my calf muscles.

The wounds on my knees and palms caused by the fall also became more and more painful at this time.

He fell limply to the ground, his lungs beating like bellows, but he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

That guy can fly!

He will definitely come after me.

Hey! Good things don’t work, bad things work.

As soon as Brother Asan was thinking this, he heard the voice of the trapeze artist: "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkling ~ the sky is full of little stars..."

It’s so terrible!

Not only does it come from the fear of death, but his singing is also terrible!

After getting up, Brother Asan continued to run in a panic, escaping for his life.

But every time he stopped and wanted to take a rest, he would always hear the unpleasant singing from the flying man a few seconds later.

He actually sang a female voice with a high-pitched voice!!

grass--………………

After doing this several times, Brother Asan knew that he had not run very far in total, but he really couldn't run anymore.

At this time, his expensive suit and expensive handmade leather shoes could not provide him with any help at all. Once again, he used his hands and feet to take off the obstructive suit and leather shoes. Brother Asan climbed with his hands and feet.

Arriving at this wonderful hiding place he stumbled across.

In this way, we should be able to prevent that guy from seeing from the sky...

I hope so, Brother Asan thought.

…………

Hiding under the roots of the tree, he controlled himself with fear and slowed down his breathing and took a deep breath. Brother Asan felt that the air was terrifyingly quiet, and he could even hear the beating of his own heart clearly.

He waited with his eyes closed for a long time, then slowly opened his eyes as if waiting for a verdict. His watch told him that only one minute had passed.

It seems that what Einstein said is true, the theory of relativity is really the greatest discovery of special codes.

Did you escape?

Brother Asan wasn't sure, so he waited for another minute. Still no sound.

In the darkness, Brother Asan took out his mobile phone and carefully pressed the power button...

It's still good! It wasn't broken by myself!

The screen lit up, emitting a dazzling light in the dark night.

This is the light of life!

But this light of life may also become a beacon for the enemy! So Brother Asan immediately dimmed the brightness of the screen and carefully covered the screen with his hand, which can be said to be very cautious.

So now comes the problem, wa...cough!

The question is, should I call official professionals for help, or should I call some of my other employees and subordinates and continue to hide this matter?

Although it seems that they are all a kind of self-rescue, there is no difference, but Brother Asan still has not forgotten what the problem he is facing now.

If there is really official power involved here, he is confident that the laboratory problems can be solved.

As long as the deaths of those homeless people are not made public immediately, he is confident that he can use his own abilities and financial resources to eliminate this matter from sight.

Who doesn't like money? You don't like ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million or ten million.

He doesn't worry or care about the deaths of those homeless people. What he cares about is that if his symbionts are discovered by the authorities, things may get serious.

Although there is no news at all outside, as a large-scale biotechnology company, it is still difficult to hide any disturbances in the related market from him.

There are definitely people or forces in the government who are doing similar things. If they see living alien life forms like symbiotes...

Brother Asan doesn't think he can keep his private property.

Also, the secret of that trapeze artist.

After thinking about this, despite repeated hesitations, Brother Asan was still prepared to suppress the matter and solve it himself!

So, he found the phone number of one of his subordinates and wanted to send him a message.

"Have you downloaded the anti-fraud app?"

"ah--!!!!"

After a ghostly scream, Brother Asan's cell phone fell to the ground, and his head hit the root of a tree because of his sudden standing up, and bounced directly back to the ground.

Covering his head and looking up, through the gap between the two tree roots and under the dim light of the mobile phone on the ground, Brother Asan finally saw the flying man's face for the first time. It was a pattern that was changing every minute.

, the face with the ink moving back and forth.

"Hello, I'm sorry to scare you, but I did it on purpose."

He stretched out his hand to tear off the tree roots, and Leon smiled brightly: "Hahaha... Hello, my name is Leon. I am very happy to catch you."

It’s over…

This is the only thought in Brother Asan's heart.

……………………

When Leon was floating behind Brother Asan like a kite and walking back, he met the tall and complete Venom who was not muddy at all and was not an ooze monster at all.

This little thing actually didn't run away.

"Is this... what the symbiote really looks like..."

Brother Asan is also quite discerning. After all, he is the leader of his own research, plans and experiments. He recognized the nature of the inhuman creature in front of him with a long tongue and a height of more than two meters.

"My research direction is not wrong...my guess is true!!"

Brother Asan actually laughed at this time, which caused Venom to be very dissatisfied: "Boss, can I use this?"

What the venom means is that it directly possesses Brother Asan's body, eating away at his internal organs and brain bit by bit, while helping Leon obtain information. During this period, the venom "uses" this body.

"Of course not."

Leon refused without thinking. After landing, he took out the barbecue grill, drinks and ingredients: "I haven't forced a confession yet."

As soon as Venom heard this word, he saw Leon taking out the stove, and he didn't know what he thought of. The two-meter-plus "strong man" was like a primary school student. He didn't say a word and just hugged him honestly.

He sat on his knees on the ground.

"Sit down, you're welcome."

Leon looked at Brother Asan and asked his first question with a smile: "Well...how do you want to die."

Venomous Tiger's body trembled. It turns out that people on the earth ask questions like this! There are many direct ones...!

Brother Asan has been in a strange mixture of excitement and fear, and the external manifestations are...

It's a bit silly.

The corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were dull and unfocused, and he was motionless. He was either stupid or something.

"Damn...don't really scare me out of your wits..."

Leon muttered: I don't know how to treat this... Is it okay to knock him unconscious and then wake him up... Otherwise, just kill him... or something like that, he punched Brother Asan in the nose.

, simply and neatly.

Brother Asan also fainted quickly.

Then, a bottle of wine was poured directly on his face, and he woke up with a choke.

This time, his eyes were focused and his movements were correct.

"Then continue with the question just now. No, let me change the question. This question may not be suitable for the first direct question. Well... I will have to pay attention to it next time.

So...how many symbiotes have you caught in total?"

Brother Asan looked at Leon for two seconds, and then at Venom for two seconds, and finally remembered everything.

"I...please don't kill me! Please..."

Special code, why do they always say this?!

"My question is, how many symbiotes have you caught in total? Ah San, answer my question.

Venom, hand."

"clear!"

Venom is a person who can figure out what's going on, and these idle characters are so quick to enter!

He bit off one of Brother Asan's hands in one bite. As soon as Brother Asan was about to scream, his cry was controlled by Leon's [Soul Seal Zong Yan]. He was a group of people with a peaceful mind.

"Do you want me to ask again?"

"No...no need..."

Brother Asan took a deep breath, and big beads of sweat fell from the top of his head. He was in a calm state of mind, but it still hurt.

"I found a total of...five symbiotes on the spaceship."

There are so many?

At first, Leon thought there were only four at most.

Apart from the dead one, Venom and Riot, there is only the [Slaughter] in the easter egg and nothing else.

Looking at it now, more than one fish has slipped through the net.

"Except...except for this one beside you, there is also a gray one who escaped..."

"That was massacre."

Venom added on the side.

Brother Asan raised his head carefully and saw that not only could these things talk, they actually had their own names and were different individuals.

Fortunately, I didn't choose to try to fuse symbiotes of different colors together...

However, it seems useless to talk about this now.

"There is also a blue-grey one..."

"Whip."

The venom continues to be replenished.

"Yellow..."

"Swallow."

"Red..."

"massacre."

What does this all mean? The span of naming is a bit wide!

The others are all very cool, but the one called "Leather Whip" looks like a soy sauce at first glance, and it doesn't fit in at all!

Leon got the information he wanted. Although he didn't know whether the final result was accurate or not, it was enough, because except for the riots, which is currently unknown, the rest were in Brother Asan's laboratory.

What.

"Then, the next question is, can you take me to the laboratory? You can't answer wrong!"

"…………able."

After holding it in for a long time, Brother Asan finally made the right choice.

ps: Haha! I’m still coming out! This chapter is from yesterday! I can’t do it anymore, I’m going to sleep...