Chapter 91: Bad Story (3)


    All coincidences in this world actually contain inevitability behind them. The thing that can stimte an extraterrestrial race that no one has ever understood before is, of course, the result of countless experiments conducted by another host of this extraterrestrial race.


    The syringe that drove Venom crazy is, of course, not just a coincidence. Only criminals can defeat criminals, and only symbiotes can defeat symbiotes.


    After using the fear toxin, Schiller confirmed that highly concentrated fear toxin can greatly stimte the emotion-eating race of symbiotes. ording to Gray Mist himself, because his physique is quite special and is a special species among symbiotes, he has a higher immunity to fear gas. However, other symbiotes cannot resist this kind of stimtion.


    Symbiotes feed on emotions, which is a hunting instinct that is engraved in their genes and cannot be changed. The fear gas can instantly make this instinct skyrocket to its peak. Even Gray Mist, who is under system control, has a tendency to be addicted to this highly stimting gas.


    For other symbiotes, this is not just about alcohol, but more like a junkie who is about to go crazy, encountering a small pill that can make him swallow it. No symbiote can resist this kind of stimtion.


    Although symbiotes are notpletely evil races, they cannot hide the barbaric habits inherent in them as a first-generation primitive race. Or to put it another way, when Knull created them, he himself had a chaotic will.


    Schiller knows that Venom may have already turned around Deadpool by now. With Deadpool''s character, does he know what the rules are?


    Therefore, once Venom is stimted to go crazy, none of the officers who invited Stark over should expect to survive.


    So when he heard from Coulson''s call that only Robert had died, Schiller was still surprised. It seems that Stark''s will is stronger than he imagined, and he actually controlled Venom in an instant, not allowing him to go on a killing spree. It''s really a pity.Soon, Coulson himself hurried over and said, "That ck monster went to the streets of Brooklyn, and Captain has gone to stop him. What the hell is going on? Why did Stark suddenly go crazy? Why did he eat human heads? What is that ck thing? Did he develop a new Mech armor?"


    "I don''t know," Schiller said, shrugging.


    At this time, Nick Fury''s voice came from Coulson''s walkie-talkie, "Why did Stark suddenly go crazy?"


    "I don''t know."


    "Aren''t you a psychologist?"


    "I''m a doctor, not God."


    "Was there no sign of it before?"


    Schiller pretended to think for a moment and said, "Now that you mention it, there was. Thest time I gave him a psychological therapy session, he imed to have developed a second personality. That personality said it was an alien symbiote, and I thought it was just due to his high level of stress. I gave him rxation therapy, but it didn''t seem to be effective."


    "Symbiote? What''s that? What else did he tell you?"


    "He said it was some sort of extraterrestrial race, ck and gooey in appearance. He said this race has a strong learning ability and can even ess the host''s memories. Stark said he taught the symbiote a bit about Mech armor, and it immediately understood everything..."


    "Are you saying that this symbiote has Stark''s memories and abilities??? And can create Mech armor like Stark??"


    Then Schiller heard a chaotic noise from Nick''s end of the line and heard Nick shout, "Stop all ns that involve heavy weapons!!! Don''t stimte Stark!!! What? The military is preparing tounch a missile? Damn it! That''s SHIELD''s property! Go tell those idiots!!! The alien symbiote on Stark was lost by SHIELD!!!"


    "I don''t care if he has a file or not! Go create one for him now! All unidentified beings in New York are SHIELD''s responsibility! Any questions?"


    "What''s the big deal if a Lieutenant General died? This is an alien invasion! Only one Lieutenant General died, and I consider him a martyr for his country! I''ll pay for his funeral expenses! Quickly make them stop! If Stark is harmed, I''ll swallow their entire military budget!!!" (XD)


    After hanging up the phone and walking away, Schiller said to Peter, "So that General Robert is dead? How did he die? What happened exactly? And what''s wrong with Mr. Stark?"


    "It''s nothing, but I think you have work to do now."


    After saying that, Schiller picked up the phone and called Steve. Steve''s end was also chaotic, with Captain America shouting, "What''s going on? Why is Tony Stark Jr. going crazy? He''s running around in Brooklyn in that ck Mech armor. Oh my god, father and son have never given anyone peace of mind..."


    "Captain, I remember you said you''ve always wanted to beat up Tony Stark Jr. but never had the chance. Well, the opportunity hase."


    "What do you mean?"


    "In simple terms, the current Stark is not Stark. Stark is now being parasitized by an alien creature that escaped from SHIELD. This alien creature constantly stimtes negative emotions in humans. You know, a few days ago Stark was pushed to a dead end by the military, and this alien creature bit off the head of a General. Stark must be feeling great now, after all, he had a grudge against those people for a long time..."


    "This emotion is being manipted by the symbiote, so now Stark is extremely inted..."


    "Well, you don''t have to exin it soplicated. Just tell me, if I go beat him up now, I''m actually helping him get rid of the control of that alien creature, right?"


    "Yes, that would be a good thing. You can''t just sit by and watch your nephew being controlled by such an evil creature, right? He should thank you!"


    As Schiller finished speaking, there was a muffled sound of a shield hitting from the other side, and Steve yelled, "Look here! I''m your uncle, no, not yours, that kid named Tony''s!"


    Schiller hung up the phone and looked at Peter, saying, "Now you have two choices..."


    "I choose to help Captain." Peter said very decisively.


    "Don''t you want to consider it? Stark has been good to you, right?"


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


    "Well then, they are on the easternmost street in Brooklyn. Ready to go, good neighbor Spider-Man."


    It didn''t take long for SHIELD and the military to realize the amount of destruction that three superheroes fighting together could cause.


    Although Peter said so, he didn''t dare to use excessive force. He mostly used his spider web to interfere with Venom''sbat suit''s movements. But Steve was not polite at all, one shield after another, knocking the Stark in the Venombat suit dizzy.


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


    After Venom got high, Stark couldn''t control him at all. In simple terms, it was like an alien creature was going crazy with alcohol. Although his host was trying hard to control him, it was difficult to stop a drunkard from going wild even from the outside, let alone from the inside.


    Stark could only do his best to drag Venom to a less crowded street. If he really went crazy in Brooklyn, the most densely popted area, there would be countless injuries.


    But it was already good enough if Stark could barely control Venom''s direction of movement. It was impossible to expect him to retract back into his host.


    Although Captain America was beating up Stark, he and Spider-Man didn''t have too much killing power. The military directly called in several armed helicopters, and therge-caliber machine guns kept firing at Stark, clearly trying to kill him. Sometimes even grenades flew over, and Steve had to help Stark block them. They tangled with each other for a long time without a clear winner.


    At this moment, Schiller arrived at the rooftop of the nearest building and then pulled out a strangely shaped speaker from somewhere. He said on the phone, "J.A.R.V.I.S, are you sure your emergency wake-up device can reach the decibels you mentioned?"


    "Actually, sir, it can be even higher."


    "No, it''s not necessary. Didn''t you use this sound wave to drive out the symbiote from Stark''s body before?"


    "Yes, based on the symbiote''s reaction at the time, I confirmed that this would be an effective action."


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


    Schiller disappeared in an instant. He had to stay far away because even the mist was afraid of this thing.


    After a while, Stark in a huge ckbat suit fell to the ground on this street, and several armed helicopters behind him took turns firing, causing stones to fly around. Captain America and Spider-Man followed closely, trying their best to subdue this big guy.


    Before Stark could jump away from this street, a huge music sound came from the rooftop. To be honest, it couldn''t be considered music anymore; it was a sonic weapon.


    The entire ground was shaking, and the ck 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 human form. The ck shadow shed and disappeared.


    The surrounding armed forces immediately surrounded him, but Peter was faster than them and directly pulled Stark away. When SHIELD arrived, both Stark and the alien creature were gone.


    The military personnel realized that SHIELD was involved when they saw them. Could all of this be a conspiracy by SHIELD?


    As everyone knew, SHIELD and the military were at odds, and Robert had publicly used Nick several times. Could this be a assassination attempt against General Robert nned by this cunning SHIELD director?


    Nick didn''t respond to this, but he thought it was very likely that the military had taken away the alien creature. He had to force them to hand it over. He couldn''t let them discover that the alien creature had Stark''s memories and abilities, otherwise, the military''s expansion would bepletely uncontroble.


    When he heard that this thing was from SHIELD and had even killed one of their generals, the military naturally wouldn''t give it up. They wanted an exnation from SHIELD, but Nick didn''t respond at all to protect the secret of the alien creature. The two sides began to confront each other, and neither was willing to back down.


    Meanwhile, Schiller was standing in a hospital room at the Presbyterian Hospital, with a tired-looking Strange with two big dark circles next to him. Schiller said to Dr. Connors who had just awakened, "Doctor, good news."


    "... I''m not dead yet? That''s good news..."


    "No, there''s even better news. You''re not dead, but General Robert is."


    "...?"


    On the other side, Peter brought Stark to the rooftop of Stark Tower. Stark was still a bit confused. After all, Venom was knocked out all of a sudden, and Stark didn''t know what had happened.


    There was a light sound behind him, and Stark saw Schiller appear behind him, holding a ss jar with a ck sticky substance inside.


    "So, this is what he looks like."


    "Indeed, a lump of mud, just like you when you''re drunk."


    Stark lit a cigarette and asked, "So, what is that syringe? Why did it make him go crazy immediately?"


    "You noticed?"


    "Of course, if you use your brain, there''s no coincidence in this world that the military just happened to develop a medicine that can stimte an alien creature from who knows which gxy..."


    "That general didn''t lie to you. This thing can indeed stimte the human brain."


    "Then..."


    Before he could finish, Schiller shook his head and said, "It''s unlikely. Odadiah''s situation is tooplicated, and this thing has strong side effects. Your uncle is too old to withstand this kind of stimtion."


    Stark looked disappointed.


    "But it''s not necessarily impossible," another voice spoke up. Dr. Connors walked out from the door of the rooftop and said, "I can extract the beneficial part of this peculiar medicine for humans, perhaps turning it into a treatment for neurological diseases..."


    "What''s going on?" Stark asked.


    Dr. Connors stood in front of him and said, "I have to admit, the media''s reports about you were wrong. Although you''re a jerk, you at least have a sense of justice. I apologize for the damage I caused at Stark Tower."


    Stark was taken aback, about to ask something, but Schiller said, "Stop wasting time here,e to my ce to talk. You''ll find out how fascinating this story is."


    After the sun gradually set, the lights on the streets of Hell''s Kitchen also faded. In the Psychological Clinic, Dr. Connors and Peter went upstairs to rest, while Stark, who had listened to the story, felt drowsy.


    "So now you know, it was the symbiote that killed, and the victims deserved it."


    "Are you worried that I''ll feel guilty and conflicted about it? No, I won''t. I only regret not letting the mud chew a few more times."


    "How does it feel to be rid of the mud?"


    Stark fell silent, he slowly closed his eyes.


    Perhaps geniuses are always lonely, but he didn''t want to admit that he had be so pitiful that he longed for the feeling of being understood and apanied by a creature that he knew was not trustworthy.


    "A fascinating story?" Stark muttered softly, "No... no, a terrible story, terrible to the core."


    He thought that there wasn''t even a wless hero in this non-traditional story, a trouble caused by a pile of mud, involving a group of wed people.


    But it was this terrible story that gave him a good night''s sleep, something he hadn''t had for many days, or even many years.


    A few dayster, in the early morning light, Schiller, who had just woken up, opened the cap of the ss jar and threw in a chocte ball.


    The pile of ck mud immediately enveloped the chocte ball, then suddenly froze. Afterwards, the ck mud twisted its liquid body and emitted a series of pleasurable brainwaves.


    On the bedside table, a gold and red candy wrapper shimmered in the glow of the setting sun.