The power of the mind of beauty

Chapter 322 No.11 Experiment

In the wilderness, on top of an old clock tower left over from the last century, the sound of the bells spread faintly, and the fine hissing sound slowly fell.

"Hey Hey Hey!!!"

A gloomy sound suddenly sounded above the bell tower, and at this time the bell was already inaudible.

"I am Venom, hiss!!"

A sharp hiss sounded, and then the tingling sound suddenly changed into a timid tone.

"No! I'm not Venom, I'm... I'm Eddie, Eddie Brooke!"

"Brooke is gone, Venom! Venom!"

"No, I don't want this power anymore, I don't want it anymore!"

"Venom! Venom! Venom!"

"NO! I'm Eddie Brook! NO!!!"

"Venom! Venom! Venom! Venom! Hiss!!~~"

Two completely different voices refuted each other, but it was obvious that the gloomy voice was stronger. Although the timid voice finally broke out and yelled at him sharply, what it expressed was nothing but his unwillingness and despair.

Click!

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and dark clouds gathered in the gradually darkening sky at some point. With a loud bang, thin rain fell from the sky, and it didn't take long before it turned into a torrential rain.

And under the dark night, a majestic figure stood in the bell tower, neighing in a low voice: "Venom! I am Venom!!~~~"

The figure turned sideways, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky. In the dazzling light, the shadow of this majestic figure fell on the wall of the clock tower. I saw the hunchbacked but majestic figure, with the long hair spit out from its mouth. Long tongue, just like what he said in his mouth, he is venom!Break away from Spider-Man and become possessed by hapless Eddie Brooke's symbiote, Venom!
And now he's more than just Venom, Eddie Brook?He has completed his task. Of course, he has also enjoyed the powerful power he once dreamed of, the money that can be squandered without careful planning, and even all kinds of beauties. He has also tried it all. It can be said that he has He has experienced everything he wants, but none of it can compare with freedom, and now, Eddie Brook has lost the most precious freedom, and he is now just a puppet controlled by the symbiosis.

The majestic Venom turned to face the pouring night rain outside the bell tower, roaring in his throat, full of hatred, suddenly he kicked his feet, and his huge body suddenly jumped out of the bell tower, and the black silk thread shot out, sticking to the trees in the distance Go up, and look at the direction he is heading, there is the city center.

Osborne Building.

Harry Osborn manipulated the mechanical arm to pinch a small dropper, and looked nervously at the laboratory cabinet in the isolation room ahead. Peter Parker stood aside, pinched his right middle finger with his left hand, and stared at the laboratory cabinet tightly. Obviously nervous too.

And at this moment, the mechanical arm controlled by Harry Osborn dropped the white liquid in the dropper onto the small petri dish in the experimental cabinet, and a dark living line in the petri dish Silk thread, the harmless Venom symbiote Sean provided him.

I saw the milky white liquid falling on the black silk thread. In an instant, the unconscious and freely stretching black thread suddenly struggled violently as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. After many seconds, he finally fell down with a snap, and there was no more reaction.

"Failed again?" Peter Parker frowned and sighed, turning his gaze to Harry Osborn.

However, Harry Osborn did not speak. He fixed his eyes on the transparent laboratory cabinet, shouted in his heart to come on, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, and never took his eyes off there.

Seeing this, Peter Parker stepped forward and put his palm on his shoulder, and comforted him: "Harry, don't be discouraged, we still have time, the venom hasn't appeared yet, we can continue to study..."

However, at this moment, the nervous expression on Harry Osborn's face suddenly melted into surprise.

I saw a light black smoke suddenly emerge from the black silk thread that fell in the petri dish. The originally pitch-black silk thread turned into snow white at a speed visible to the naked eye when the black smoke floated up. The white silk thread also raised its head quietly, stood up unsteadily, then fell down with a snap, and then directly coiled into a ball.

"Success!" Harry Osborn glanced at the data detected on the monitor in front of him, suddenly shouted, straightened up suddenly, and lifted Peter Parker's palm away.

But Peter Parker didn't pay attention to this at all. He raised his palm in the air, looked blankly at the experimental cabinet in the isolation room, and murmured: "Successful?"

"Haha! No. 11 experiments, we finally succeeded! Peter, we have successfully developed the antidote for the symbiont!"

Harry Osborn's laughter woke up Peter Parker, with an excited smile on his face, he said loudly: "We succeeded? Haha! Harry, you succeeded!"

"Yes, it succeeded." Harry Osborn suddenly remembered something, and said to Peter Parker: "By the way, I want to tell Sean the news, he is very concerned about this."

Immediately afterwards, he went to get his mobile phone and prepared to call Sean.

Peter Parker came to the isolation room, looked at the white lines in the petri dish, the excitement on his face gradually calmed down, and let out a breath of relief.

As a personal experiencer of the symbiosis, he knows how much the symbiosis affects human beings, the kind of power that does not need to be controlled, not many people can control it, even now he is no longer possessed by the symbiosis, but But he would often recall that feeling, and because of this, he was even more worried about that unlucky reporter, for fear that he would follow in his own footsteps.

But now he was finally able to rest assured that with the antidote Harry had made, the symbiote would no longer be a problem.

Hell's Kitchen.

The heavy rain made the night even darker.

In the apartment building in the northwest corner.

The mobile phone's incoming call rang, but the owner obviously had no intention of answering it, so he let it ring.

In the bedroom, there was a thin sound of bodily fluid exchange, followed by heavy panting and low moans, accompanied by an inaudible squeeze of the mattress.

After preparing the food for the day, I ate most of it. Now it is indeed time to exercise after cooking. As for the phone ringing, who in this house can hear it?

Besides, it's just started now, even if you hear the bell, how can you stop?

(End of this chapter)