"Save me!"
Venom's shrill cry for help resounded throughout the house. At this moment, he was desperately trying to escape outside. His claws were rubbing against the ground, leaving almost afterimages. The scratches tore the expensive carpet into pieces and even scraped out sawdust from the wooden floor.
However, he was like a pet whose tail was caught. He struggled to flap his short legs forward, but could not move forward even a single step.
Venom's body was stretched out like plasticine, almost like a thick black rope. Its large, toothy mouth, crying for help, stretched to the sides like a funny shark-tooth zipper.
Giggling.
The clear laughter sounded like a demon to Venom's ears. He was sensitive to the danger that was about to befall him. He grabbed the ground to stabilize his body and turned his head to look back. This glance almost scared him to death.
Becky was sitting on the ground, her chubby little hands grabbing the tail end of the venom like tug-of-war. Her throat was glowing blue at this moment, and liquid like saliva was sliding down the corners of her lips.
Venom was almost terrified when he saw this scene. He was very familiar with this scene during his days as a caregiver. This was a sign that the little devil was about to eat!
Just now, he just took a small bite to taste it, but this time it looked like he was going to swallow him alive.
Venom almost immediately severed the connection between himself and the body Luke had specially created for him. A ball of black liquid flew out with inertia, slamming into the wall. After sliding down the wall, Venom almost dared not stop and rushed to the door. Before the little devil could crawl after him, he squeezed out through the gap below the door.
Who told him that human cubs are cute?
This is the most terrifying creature in the entire universe!
He couldn't hit her, couldn't scold her. The most terrifying thing was that she wanted to take a bite of everything! This voracious appetite triggered his PTSD symptoms! The adorable little figure before him closely resembled a figure in his memory, always wanting to cook something to eat, carrying a pot.
At that moment just now, Venom experienced the terrifying scene of waking up from a coma and seeing himself and a bunch of symbiotes being stuffed into a big pot to be boiled, with the smell of seasoning all over his body, and someone outside the pot holding a fork with an expectant look on his face!
Soul flying to the sky!
So that day, through the symbiote network, An Jing became completely famous in the tribe. Although not a villain in the true sense, he was unanimously expelled from the normal symbiote sequence by the symbiote tribe and exiled.
Back then.
Just like this moment.
The villa began to be in chaos. When Luke stuffed a large can of the added, highly concentrated and filtered emotional liquid over to her, which finally satisfied little Becky and calmed her down, Venom had already decided to quit.
"You took the deposit. You will get a salary!" Luke looked at him in surprise when he heard Venom wanted to resign.
"Yeah, but you didn't tell me she was so scary! She doesn't look like a normal human cub at all! Don't think I haven't seen a human cub!" Venom protested angrily.
"I'm a very reasonable person. As long as you can return the deposit and salary first, you can quit this job. After all, I'm not a capitalist who only knows how to exploit. I still have to protect the employees' right to come and go freely." Luke said kindly.
Venom seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his agitated and deformed body froze in place, like an abstract, ugly black sculpture.
"According to our discussion, you strongly requested to pay one-third of the salary in advance, so I gave you four months' salary. Considering that you have only been working for less than five days, I will be generous and give you one month's work period. As long as you pay me three months' salary in advance, of course, you return it as a deposit, I will allow you to quit this job. You know, it is difficult to find a boss like me who can meet all your requirements and even agree to a condition like paying one-third of the salary in advance, which is not in line with the employment logic." Luke ignored the petrified Venom and continued.
"But you didn't tell me before that there would be a life-threatening danger!" Venom jumped up from the ground, his mouth of astonishing caliber opening and closing rapidly in the air, arguing.
"Yes." Luke said calmly.
"No!" Venom retorted.
"You definitely didn't read the security waiver at the back of the contract," Luke pointed out pointedly.
"What is that?" Venom was stunned and instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"The division of powers, obligations, responsibilities, etc. between Party A and Party B, that is, you and me. According to the regulations, Party A, that is, I have already explained to you the dangers of the job, and there is no deception in any sense. And Party B, that is, you, hurriedly pressed your fingerprints after reading it. Of course, you still put forward many requirements on the issue of treatment. For example, the pioneering idea of three pay for one." Luke said calmly.
Little Becky was holding his big bottle of milk in Luke's arms, trying hard to eat with his cheeks puffed out, while he opened his eyes wide and looked curiously at Venom who was jumping up and down and making unpredictable facial expressions.
"It's such a thick stack with so many clauses. Who would read it carefully one by one?" Venom was a little desperate.
"So what are your options? Continue working? Or return, um, the deposit?" Luke asked with concern.
"But I've already eaten the wages!" Venom's white eyes widened. To prevent An Jing from stealing his food if she found out, he'd immediately stuffed all four doses of Emotional Fluid into himself, digesting them right in front of Luke. Now Luke was asking him to return them, so how could he do that? Should he throw himself in a juicer and see if he could extract some of the energy residue?
"There's always a way, believe me." Luke said calmly.
Venom instantly felt an inexplicable chill. He collapsed to the ground, seemingly resigned to his fate.
"It seems you've given up on resigning. That's good. I know Becky is a pain in the ass, but you're the primary caretaker 24 hours a day, only at night when we rest. Actually, little Becky, now that she's full, is quite quiet." Luke placed the finished cub back in her plush crib. He then pulled a spare Venom body from his space gear and motioned for it to merge in.
"Why can't you give me the original liquid as well? That way I don't have to bear the fear of becoming food when she's hungry." Venom moved slowly on the ground, getting closer to the new body bit by bit, while complaining.
"Can you guarantee you won't steal from me? I don't think so," Luke answered before Venom could respond. Whether in Venom's hands or Quiet's, the Emotional Fluid was a one-way street. Even for other normal symbiotes, Luke didn't think they could resist the Emotional Fluid's allure. This energy, brimming with pure emotion and heart, was perhaps the food every symbiote coveted.
The chaotic villa returned to calm as little Becky fell asleep. Watching Luke disappear outside after telling Becky a story, Venom felt he couldn't just sit there and wait for death! He had to save himself! He felt it was time to run away from home, to express his protest to Luke and make him realize his importance!
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The next day.
Luke answered the call from Nick at the window.
"I need your help with something, Luke." Nick Fury said on the phone.
"I'm busy."
"Every time you say you're busy."
"I'm really busy."
"Busy. Why are you still in your villa and not in the laboratory? You have been back to the villa more often than before recently. Tell me, what are you busy with in the villa now?" Nick's helpless voice came from the other end of the receiver.
"My child's nanny ran away from home and wrote me a farewell letter." Luke held the phone in one hand and a piece of A4 paper in the other. The handwriting on the paper, which was full of deletions and revisions, seemed to explain how conflicted the person who wrote the letter was and how much he racked his brains for the wording.
"Your child's nanny? When did you have a child?" Nick's surprised voice came out without any concealment. Nick on the other end of the phone almost thought he was hallucinating. He was too busy recently and hadn't contacted Luke. Then what happened to Luke?
"Things are complicated, and it's hard to explain them all in a short time. Tell me about your problem. What troubles have you run into?" Luke wasn't worried about Venom. After all, to use the words in his farewell letter, he was just leaving for a while, going out to hide. And based on Luke's understanding of Venom's picky appetite, he would most likely find a familiar host to survive first.
Like Stark?
Like Eddie Brock?
Or a little Spider-Man getting ready to go to college?
Of course, it's not impossible for him to get lucky and find a new host that's compatible with Venom and whose moods are compatible with his. But no matter what, he'll definitely be back after a month at most.
"I've read the report. Did you dissect the Chitauri to understand their structure during the battlefield?" Nick didn't ask any further. Although he might feel a headache after knowing that the nanny who ran away from home was a symbiote named Venom, he had already had enough headaches recently, and it wouldn't hurt if another symbiote ran away from home and temporarily became wild from being domesticated.
"So?" Luke asked.
"I have sent a time-sensitive email to your private email address. You can take a look at it and if possible, I hope you can give some feedback," said Nick.
Luke returned to the sofa, opened the email marked with red confidentiality in his mobile phone mailbox, and projected it along with the projection device in the villa.
The email was blank, containing only a video file that required a special decoder to view. However, this only delayed Luke for two seconds.
The video file was the battle video that Nick had watched.
Time ticked by, and Luke watched the video intently until the very end. He watched the mutants, clearly mechanized, each applying different powers depending on the area of their mechanization. While Luke was intrigued, he also had a vague feeling that their changes might be related to himself.
It wasn't that he secretly experimented and modified these people in the laboratory. Rather, some of the power from their initial ascension, after the war, escaped the planet with the explosion of the energy seal. Some of this power might have contained Luke's will, and the Chitauri corpses, perhaps having undergone similar genetic adaptation and modulation, had mutated more rapidly and more profoundly. Or perhaps they had absorbed a considerable portion of that leaked power.
Each dimension has its own unique power, as well as the lives that use, are affected by, and are infected by this power. These lives can be the creations of the demons or other races in the universe.
Perhaps, this is a mutation caused by the leakage of his own upgraded power?
The various abilities of the Inhumans are due to an experiment.
Do these mutants also possess varying abilities based on their limbs and human thinking? And are these transformed mechanical limbs simply mutations, or are they some kind of technological prosthetic or organ, capable of technological reverse engineering?
What are the core conditions required for this mutation?
If the emergence of these mutants can indeed allow for technological reverse engineering of their mechanical transformation parts, is this an ideal way of collecting technology?
Other things such as the cause of the mutation, the energy consumed, the impact on the atrium, the possible reactions of Ancient One and the mage group, etc., are things that need to be considered later.
"I need more information, preferably something tangible and researchable. A corpse would be fine too," Luke said to Nick on the other end of the phone.
Nick was silent on the other side.
"Or I could search the underground black market. It would just take a little longer." Luke noticed Nick's hesitation. "You won't have the final say on whether the research data is shared or not."
"Agent Coulson will seal the body of one of the mutated brothers and deliver it to Heberon today. I just want to make sure whether this mutation is an infection or man-made?" Nick finally spoke.
After hanging up the phone, Luke began to think, now that Venom, the babysitter, had skipped work and was away from home, who could take over and look after little Becky while he was busy? Finally, his eyes fell on the big metal dog Rude squatting on the side.
…
"When I first met you, you were a homeless vagrant, a jobless journalist being hunted. Now, all these years have passed, and we meet again. Why are you still being hunted? What on earth have you done?"
"I just took some photos! It seems very important, it might be big news! How about helping me get rid of them? We can split the money 50-50, and I can buy you chocolate balls."
"Who wants to eat that kind of junk food? You couldn't afford me before, and you can't afford me now! If I hadn't met you by chance, I wouldn't have let you be my temporary host."
"What do you mean? Temporary? Do you have other host candidates?"
Eddie Brock, covered in a layer of black liquid, was arguing as if he were talking to himself. In front of him were two dangerous men holding guns, with their guns pointed at him.