Richards slowly opened his eyes, looked at the alarm clock on the bedside pointing to 7:45, and then jumped up.
He got up late!
Richards first threw the cold half of the pizza into the microwave, and then began to dress and wash in a hurry.
Heck, as a new ground handler at "Ferris Aircraft Company", he couldn't be late on the first day!
Richards struggled with his belt and jeans legs while looking up at the mirror on the sink.
In the mirror is a young man with brown hair and gray eyes, wearing a white vest. He is relatively slender, but his limbs are well-proportioned and powerful, and his muscles are also very explosive. If there is a real fight, three or four people will not be able to get close to him.
It's a pity that the airport ground staff don't need to fight, Richards muttered to himself while putting on his tan pilot coat.
Ding.
Richards took out the pizza with the package intact, tried to take a bite, and was so burned that he grinned. Then he opened the door and walked out while blowing.
At this time, a leaflet that was originally stuck in the crack of the door slowly fell down.
Richards quickly grabbed the piece of paper, closed the dormitory door with his backhand, and read the contents casually while rushing towards the office building.
[Instructions to Ferris Aircraft Company Employees]
[1. The daily working hours of company employees are from 8:00 to 12:00, 14:00 to 18:00, and 19:00 to 23:00. Each employee needs to choose two time periods to work. If there are no special circumstances, the company will arrange it.
Rotation.]
[2. Company employees can take two days off per week. The optional intervals are Monday and Thursday, Tuesday and Friday, Wednesday and Saturday. Due to the heavy business, no rest is arranged on Sunday. 】
Well, these people finally understood the eight-hour and five-day work system, and Richards started to eat the pizza that was not so hot.
[3. Our company has only three terminals and six take-off and landing runways. 】
[4. Our company’s business includes and is limited to business and private aircraft.]
[5. Please do not comment on the customer's appearance at will, including but not limited to skin color, body shape, smell, number of eyes, number of limbs, etc.]
【6. Please do not accept invitations from any customers to board their planes.】
[7. If you have violated any of the items 5 and 6, please contact the tower as soon as possible to go through the resignation procedures. The company will no longer be responsible for your behavior. 】
What is all this nonsense? Richards casually threw away the "notes."
Then he looked at "Terminal 4" in front of him and the green disc-shaped object parked at its door in a daze.
"[Hi~Human]" A giant starfish with a yellow background and black edges, standing upright and with a pair of mung bean eyes, shook its "arm" with a huge "ring" at Richards: "[Come and help me, look at me.
What happened to the flying saucer?】"
"..." How can this thing talk without a mouth?
"[Damn, the local humans are so rude!]"
Mind reading, right?
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Earth-8824
"Uuuuuuuuuah...I'm in too much pain..."
The groggy Richards was awakened by the noise in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but found that one of them had been swollen, so he could only open the other one, and the sound was still whining:
"Jane only cares about Spider-Man... rarely contacts me... Aunt May is very dissatisfied with me... wants to ground me... The editor-in-chief is increasingly dissatisfied with the photos I take..."
What kind of ridiculous teenage boy trouble is this?
Richards tried to push himself up, but he didn't notice that his right hand seemed to be fractured. He made a mistake and his back hit the stone monument behind him, causing a series of tears all over his body and a dull pain caused by the heavy blow.
"Hiss..." Feeling the severe pain from all parts of his body, he struggled to open one eye to observe the surrounding environment.
Deep darkness, dilapidated tombstones, broken sarcophagi, collapsed walls, overgrown weeds... Is this a cemetery attached to an abandoned church?
It seems that those guys were ready to silence them, but finally gave up. I am still very lucky.
Richards is a columnist for the New York Times. He has always focused on criticizing current ills and exposing darkness. He has many fans and naturally many enemies who want to get rid of him.
The companies whose illegal activities he exposed initially tried to smear him, but found out that he had no father or mother, and was not married. His life was extremely self-disciplined, and his actions were always in the public eye. In addition to looking for vegetarians to attack him
Apart from loving beef burgers, there was nothing else to smear and spread rumors about. In the end, I chose the most direct personal attack.
However, it is unclear whether the person who took action this time was a pharmaceutical company that used homeless people to test drugs, a business that assisted in smuggling, or a military industry that enriched its own pockets.
Richards tried his best to turn his head to look in the direction where "Teenage Trouble" was coming from, and found that it was the bell tower on the top floor of the dilapidated church.
The young man climbed quite high.
"I decided...I don't want to be Spider-Man anymore...I'm just a college student and a newspaper intern reporter...Why should I help the New York Police Department fight crime...and be wanted by them as a criminal..." The boy's voice was still dripping.
Drip gurgling.
Oh... is it the "Spider Monster"? It's a pity that he is not interested in this kind of "hero fighting criminals" story, otherwise the news of this kind of hero's retirement would be in the headlines.
The question now is, since I have been beaten so hard by the thugs that I can't move, should I ask him for help? If I freeze in the cemetery all night like this, I may not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Oh, forget it, the young man is determined to retire, isn't he? It's better not to involve him.
Xixisuosuo...
While Richards was still thinking, he heard the sound of fabric rubbing from the direction of the clock tower. It seemed that the "spider weirdo" was taking off the red and blue tights that were in extremely poor taste.
"Goodbye...Spider-Man..." he said.
Huh...shua...
After that, the human voice disappeared, and there was only a shadow floating in the night sky with the wind, getting bigger and bigger.
"No..." Richards stared at the "tight suit" floating towards his head, trying to avoid it but unable to use his strength, and was finally covered by the hood with a gasp.
Gululu——creak——
Different from the expected texture of the cloth, Richards felt that the thing on his face seemed to be a viscous liquid. When it came into contact with him, it quickly expanded and absorbed, wrapping his whole body in the blink of an eye, and those who were beaten
The injuries healed quickly with greater pain.
Finally, Richards found "himself" standing up, but he could only look out through the two oblique oval holes.
"[Ha, an unlucky columnist who thinks he is righteous,]" a cruel and violent voice sounded in his ears, or should be said in his mind: "[I think you don't mind if I kill those who tried to kill you.
Let’s open the guy’s head and have a feast, right?”
"Please," Richards replied, "but don't leave any evidence, either to you or to me."
"[Hahaha! You are much more interesting than that little spider. He actually asked me to abide by the law. According to his theory, he should immediately surrender to the police station as a 'spider weirdo'."
As he spoke, something long and red swung past the "elliptical field of vision". Richards didn't really want to know what it was.
"What do you call it?"
"[The symbiote has no name, but you can call me, 'Venom'."
——???——
The burly figure on the golden throne slowly opened his golden eyes.
"[Very good,]" he said: "[The 'Eating Evil of the World', the 'Whisper of the Void', the 'Instrument of Thirst', the 'Weave of Life', all the powers 'outside the world' have been"
I'm using it, it's time to execute the 'End of Reincarnation'.】"
