Man in Marvel, Host of Venom

Chapter 17, Rick Foley
As soon as Chen Linan entered the door, he quickly ran up to the second floor without even having time to take off his shoes.

After he entered the bedroom, he hurriedly sat at the desk and tapped on the computer to check the results.

"Five similar persons were identified, located on Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn and Queens"

Chen Linan quickly browsed the information of these five people, comparing them one by one with the information in his mind. Even the blurry image screenshots were observed bit by bit, not missing any detail.

"Don't look, it's none of these five." Venom came out of his shoulder and knocked on his head.

"I have clearly remembered his appearance. Even if the image recognized on the computer is a bit blurry, I will not get it wrong."

Chen Lin'an also heard Venom's words, but he still insisted on reading them all.

"Hey~" After reading it, he also sat back on the chair and sighed.

Although he had thought for a long time that he would not be so lucky, but when it turned out that there was no answer he wanted, he was still somewhat disappointed.

If he could, he really didn't want to wait for a moment, he wished he could flash to the damn murderer's side immediately, then twist his neck, and grind him into a pulp bit by bit.

Feeling the aggrieved anger and hatred in Chen Lin'an's heart, Venom also patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry, under this kind of monitoring, you will be able to do what you want in a short time."

"At that time, you only need to save my head. If it's really not possible, emmmm, you don't have to keep your head."

Chen Lin'an was speechless when he heard Venom's words. It sounded like he should be grateful to him.

Just as he was about to say something, another detection reminder appeared on the computer.

"Identified a similar person, a 7-eleven convenience store in the outer suburbs of Brooklyn."

"That's him!" Venom's hoarse voice shouted.

Chen Lin'an almost pressed his face to the screen, carefully watching the man who appeared in front of the convenience store.

It's almost the same as the character drawn by Venom, with the same haircut, the same face, and even the same eyes.

"Kang Dang!" There was a loud bang from the bedroom window, and Chen Lin'an jumped out of the window directly.

The moment he landed, the black viscous liquid had completely covered his body.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the black figure was ejected forward, leaving only a deep pit on the ground.

In order to quickly reach the place where Rick Frey appeared, Chen Linan directly let Venom control his body and ran towards that place quickly.

The chocolate that Venom ate during this time finally played a role. It took Chen Lin'an to fly between the buildings at a high speed, and ran on the ground like a black lightning.

Rick Frey, who was selecting products at a convenience store, didn't know that he was about to be in trouble. He selected a few cans, a few bottles of wine, and some miscellaneous items, and then took the items to the front to check out. .

"Bring me another pack of Marlboros," Rick Foley said, pointing to the cigarettes on the counter.

Hearing this, the little salesman also turned around and took out a pack of Marlboro from the shelf behind, then put them together in a bag and said, "It's twenty dollars and a quarter."

"Shit!" Rick Frey rummaged in his pocket for a long time but couldn't find any change.

"Hey, buddy! I didn't bring any change, so it's better to forget about the fifty-four cents." Rick Frey said loudly, raising his chin to the little salesman.

Seeing Rick Frey's gangster style, the salesman brother also paused, and then said nervously: "I'm sorry, but I'm just a part-time worker. If the boss finds out that he has undercharged him, he will definitely fire me."

"He is an old drunkard with a bad temper. He even thinks that I will steal his change, so he watches on the surveillance camera over there from time to time."

Following the salesman's fingers, Rick Frey also saw the surveillance on the ceiling next to him.

"Damn it!" Rick Frey gave the salesman a fierce look. The damn salesman was veiledly warning him that there was surveillance here, and there was an old guy who would always watch.

The salesman was also frightened by his eyes, and felt even more uneasy.

The guy in front of him wouldn't be directly enraged and kill him with a single shot. If he had known, he would have let him go just now. Now that the words have been spoken, it would be too late to regret it.

Rick Frey was also full of anger at this time. He rummaged through the bag very roughly, and then took out a few packs of snacks and threw them on the salesman brother.

"These things should be enough for 5 cents and 4 cents! What a fucking convenience store!"

After Rick Frey threw away the things, he walked out with the bag, and the door of the convenience store was thrown with a loud noise.

The salesman could only admit that he was unlucky, squatted down, picked up the things he dropped, and put them back on the shelf.

"Damn gang dog!" The salesman scolded in a low voice while cleaning up the shelves: "Tomorrow I will tell that fat pig boss that I quit!"

If it weren't for the higher hourly wage, he wouldn't have wanted to work in such a far away place, because the farther away from the city, the worse the mix.

Today's incident can be regarded as a wake-up call for him, and at the same time, it also wiped out his last bit of luck.

Rick Frey was also full of anger when he walked out of the convenience store. If he hadn't had to keep a low profile during this period, he would have taken out the pistol on his waist and fired a few rounds at the idiot clerk.

Ever since he entered the gang and wandered the streets, no one dared to touch him when he went to the convenience store or something, and he was in a good mood when he gave money.

As long as he frowned and put his hands on his lower back, those guys would raise their hands without even daring to let go.

Of course, this kind of situation is only applicable to convenience stores far away from the urban area and in remote places. It is better not to be too rampant in the city.

"It's so fucking annoying!" Rick Frey put his things on the passenger side and drove the broken car toward the basement where he was hiding.

It turned out that he left the United States yesterday, but who knew that because the border inspections suddenly became stricter, the person who arranged for him to leave told him that he needed to wait a few days to get things done, because the fee he had to pay for this matter had also increased [-]%.

Thinking of this, Rick Frey felt even more annoyed by what happened just now. Why didn't anything go smoothly in the past few days? He shouldn't have stayed in the basement for a while, and he should have left straight away after finishing his work. of.

"Squeak~!" The broken door in the basement let out a wail of disrepair, and Rick Frey closed the door forcefully, and then put all the things in his hand on the ground.

He turned around and wanted to turn on the light, but for some reason, the broken light that wasn't very bright actually broke today.

"F***!" Rick Frey tried to open it for a long time but failed. In the end, he could only hammer the wall in anger, and then cursed angrily.

He sat on the bed and took out the cigarettes he just bought. After opening them, he put one in his mouth. Normally, he would not care about such ordinary cigarettes. He would either smoke leaves or something more exciting.

An orange fire lit up in the basement. The light of the lighter not only lit the cigarette, but also provided a moment of illumination to the space.

The cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, and Rick Foley inhaled the smoke happily.

The next second, when his cigarette butt lit up and briefly dispelled the surrounding darkness, he found a black figure squatting face to face with him.

The narrow, pale eyes were as cold as ice without any warmth, and the exaggeratedly large mouth was filled with sharp teeth.

A bright red tongue protruded from between the teeth, dancing in the air like a nimble little snake.

"what!"

A scream of terror suddenly sounded in the basement, and then stopped.

The crows on the street trees outside seemed startled by the short screams and began to make unpleasant calls.

(End of this chapter)