While Murphy was thinking, before he could disconnect the mental scan on Gwen, he suddenly felt a mental fluctuation in Gwen's body, which seemed...somewhat curious and a little fearful.
"I am a human from Earth, my name is Murphy, and you are Venom?"
Mo Fei asked tentatively.
"No, I'm not Venom, I'm a hybrid."
The mental fluctuation replied like this.
"Hybrid?"
It was Murphy's turn to be confused. Regarding the symbiote, he knew about venom and carnage, but he didn't know much about the rest.
So the life in Gwen is indeed a symbiote, but isn't it venom?
"I also know Venom, he is the weakest one in our symbiotic family..." The hybrid said: "But you know that you will know about it? Has there been a symbiote life that has come to the earth?"
The corners of Murphy's mouth twitched. Venom turned out to be the weakest symbiote... Isn't it too weak?
"How do I know? It's a big power. I can't tell you for the time being." Murphy said: "In order to prevent the earth from being destroyed, to maintain world peace, and to implement the evil of love and truth... righteous people cannot let aliens
You entered the earth casually, so now I am here to ask you, how did you come to the earth?"
"The mother planet of our symbiote family was destroyed, so the entire family was wandering in the universe. I walked alone for decades, and finally discovered this living planet, so I turned into a meteorite and landed here, and then I
It's possessed by this human girl." The hybrid said honestly.
He was so honest that Murphy was embarrassed.
Murphy is a little strange. Do all symbiotes know the rules this way?
Probably not, Venom and Carnage both belong to the chaotic evil camp.
"Can you still contact other symbiotes?" Murphy then asked.
"No, the symbiote is an independent life, and there is no spiritual connection, so after a long distance, the two parties can no longer contact each other." The hybrid said: "But if I can build a spaceship, let me follow it.
If you retrace your steps with the star map in your head and use the signals unique to the symbiote family to search for them, you should still be able to find them."
"The earth seems to be a very suitable place for the symbiote family to survive. Aren't you going to take over your people in large numbers?" Murphy said.
"Well... you may not know it well. Most of the symbiotes have characters that don't have your own moral concepts of good and evil, and humans seem to be a very suitable food for symbiotes to devour. If you want me to kill them all,
If you call them over, they will pose a huge threat to your tribe..." The hybrid hesitated for a while and said.
"Uh...you mean you saw a human head and had the urge to bite it?" Murphy said, "Then why didn't you act?"
"Because you are intelligent beings, hurting you will make me feel guilty... And last night, the little girl I possessed, Gwen, ate some food called chocolate, and it felt like a human being
The head is almost as delicious..." the hybrid explained.
From chatting with the hybrid, Mo Fei roughly figured out that the hybrid was probably one of the few symbionts who tended to be kind.
Although the races are different, Mo Fei judged from the mental fluctuations that there may be something hidden in what the mixed race said, but it should not be a lie.
The little spider seemed to sense that something strange was happening, and tilted his head to look between Murphy and Gwen.
After the two parties said hello, they dispersed. Michaela pulled Murphy into the campus. She said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle, why did you just stare at Gwen for so long? You don't have any strange thoughts, do you?
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Murphy couldn't laugh or cry, and flicked a finger on Mikaela's head: "What's in your little head? Am I that kind of person? It's just..."
"Just what?" Michaela covered her head that hurt from Murphy's beating, but she blinked and stared at Murphy with watery eyes, forgetting to eat or hit.
"I told you, you have to keep it a secret!" Murphy said.
"Of course, it will be kept strictly confidential." Michaela said swornly.
"Gwen is now possessed by an alien."
Since Michaela already knew many of his secrets, Murphy spoke frankly.
"Aliens?" Michaela covered her mouth in surprise: "No way?"
Although Mikaela already knows that aliens really exist, such as the Cybertronians, Bumblebee and the Arcee sisters, the aliens Murphy mentioned are definitely not the same as Bumblebee and the others.
Otherwise, Murphy wouldn't be able to say the word "possession".
Like Bumblebee, they can only serve as mounts, but can they still have the effect of possessing people?
"What kind of aliens? Are they harmful?" Michaela asked.
"There is no harm at the moment. I have already warned the alien. He is not allowed to appear in human sight, let alone harm humans at will." Murphy said: "As for what it is like... what should I tell you?"
"Is it hard to describe the appearance? Is it like the one with a particularly big head as shown in the movie? Or is it completely inhuman?" Michaela heard that the alien on Gwen would not endanger her safety.
Then he asked enthusiastically.
After all, they are aliens...
In Mikaela's simple understanding, Bumblebee and the others are not like aliens at all, but more like the earth's native mechanical life...
"Does it look like a ball of black mud?" Murphy used his few literary talents to describe the appearance of the symbiote to Michaela: "It can be pulled up at will to form a new shape..."
Michaela and Murphy still had a tacit understanding. As Murphy told the story, the appearance of the symbiote quickly appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help showing a look of disgust.
This symbiotic life is too disgusting, right?
"Although the symbionts look ugly, their abilities are still very powerful, especially since they can almost make people immortal." Murphy said: "After putting them on, the broken limbs can resume normal tasks, even if the vital parts are injured.
Even if your body is destroyed, it can be restored quickly. Even if your body is treated as a puddle of meat or blood, the symbiote can slowly restore you to its original appearance."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I am thinking about getting you a symbiote suit too, so that you will be safer in the future and I will feel more at ease."
"It looks ugly, but is it practical?" Michaela was in a dilemma. She was a girl who paid great attention to her appearance. If there was a slimy guy on her body suddenly... she would feel uncomfortable!
But the uncle is also thinking about her safety...
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Osborne Building.
In the laboratory belonging to Norman Osborne.
"This kind of alien life form is so amazing."
Norman Osborn looked at the various wonderful manifestations of the cell tissues that Murphy obtained from the hybrid body under the microscope with his eyes fascinated.
Murphy asked the hybrid if there were any other symbiotes on earth.
The hybrid said that he could probably only sense the presence of symbiotes in New York City, but did not have the ability to sense the entire world, which New York did not have.
In the Marvel world, New York is home to 80% of all strange life on earth. If New York didn't exist, it probably wouldn't exist anymore.
So if Murphy wants to get a symbiote suit, he has to do it himself and have enough food and clothing.
According to the hybrid, if the symbiote absorbs enough energy, it can separate a new symbiote life through asexual reproduction - chocolate can only be used to fill the symbiote's stomach.
As for whether there is special energy on earth that can provide symbionts with separated life, then I don't know.
Therefore, Murphy took the hybrid cell tissue to Norman Osborne for study.
Among Murphy's men, I am afraid that only Norman Osborne is the most suitable for this job, because in addition to being a super rich man, Norman Osborne is also a top biologist.
"If I could get the complete form of this life earlier, I might be able to complete the treatment of the Osborne family's genetic disease without Mr. Murphy's Shangri-La Fountain." Norman Osborne said:
"However, without Mr. Murphy, it would be almost impossible for me to get the opportunity to study this kind of alien life. Only humans with extraordinary power like you can have access to another level of things that we ordinary humans cannot access.
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"There is no need to say more about flattery." Murphy said: "I just want you to find out the special energy needed to allow this kind of life to divide and reproduce. If I have enough left by then, then you can give it to yourself
, and maybe even give your son Harry Osborn a symbiote suit."
"Then I would like to thank Mr. Murphy for your generosity." Norman Osborne smiled.
Even if he can't get the symbiote suit, being able to get symbiote cells for biological experiments is already of great benefit to Norman Osborn.
In the eyes of top biologists like them, the cell tissues of the symbiont are simply priceless treasures.
"Mr. Osborne, there is a special event alert."
Just when Norman Osborn was busy and Murphy was leisurely watching the show, a reminder from Carrie, the artificial intelligence of the Osborne Group, came to Norman Osborn.
Norman Osborne couldn't help but stop what he was doing, frowned and said, "What's the matter?"
Carrie projected emergency news reports on the display screen in front of Norman Osborne:
"New York Channel 1 reported live that a heavy truck of the Osborne Group carrying plutonium was hijacked by gangsters, and the police have begun tracking it."
Plutonium is a radioactive element and an important raw material in the atomic energy industry. It can be used as nuclear fuel and fission agent for nuclear weapons.
Norman Osborne glanced at it and didn't pay attention, because it was a trivial matter for the work at hand.
Mo Fei was idle and bored, so he let the Red Queen project the situation at the scene.
A heavy-duty pickup truck was driving on the road. A bald and burly man sat in the driver's seat and shouted crazily: "Say hello to Alexey Mikhailovich!"
At this time, Little Spider, who had eavesdropped on the police channel, stood on the top floor of a high-rise building, stretched out and said:
"Oh, okay, let's get started."
The little spider relied on the spider silk to wander around the city, and soon caught up with the escaping heavy truck. Then, with a vigorous vertical leap, it landed on the Mercedes-Benz heavy truck.
Like a real spider, it crawled to the driver's seat on all fours at an extremely fast speed.
Just when the little spider was fighting with the criminal.
Subway entrance.
A bald black man came out holding a pile of blueprints.
"Excuse me, don't squeeze me, okay? I'm holding the drawings!" The bald black man walked with difficulty in the crowded crowd.
Accidentally, he was bumped into by someone on the crowded street, and the roll of blue drawings held by the bald black man was knocked to the ground.
"Can you help me?" The bald black man immediately shouted anxiously: "Can someone help me?"
Those drawings are his bread and butter, and it would be troublesome if they were lost.
It's a pity that the busy passers-by had no time to pay attention to a dirty bald black man.
The bald black man had no choice but to rely on his own strength to pick up the fallen design drawings.
When blown by the wind, the originally light and fluttering paper was naturally blown everywhere.
By chance, while Little Spider was teasing the criminal, he suddenly discovered a black man squatting in front of the speeding heavy truck, picking something up.
"No!" Little Spider said to the criminal in the heavy truck: "Wait a moment and be back soon."
The bald black man was concentrating on picking up his design drawings, completely ignoring the constant flow of vehicles around him.
"These are my works!" the bald black man complained.
But by the time he heard the roar of the heavy truck and raised his head, it was already too late...
When the bald black man was in shock and despair, Spider-Man descended from the sky, gave him a princess hug, and took him out of the predicament where he was about to be hit.
"Okay, it's okay. How are you?" Little Spider retracted his gaze from the heavy truck, put down Max Dillon, and asked Max Dillon: "Are you okay?"
Max Dillon looked at the little spider so close and said excitedly: "You are Spider-Man!"
"You can tell from the clothes!" Little Spider pretended to be serious.
"These are important, Max?" The little spider used spider silk to pick up the blue design drawings for Max.
"How do you know my name?" Max asked blankly.
"It's written on your badge." Little Spider adjusted Max's crooked glasses and picked up the badge from Max's chest.
"I'm just a nobody." Max grinned with a bitter smile and laughed at himself.
"Hey, you're not, you're an important person." Little Spider said solemnly, holding Max's shoulders.
"Lick it." Little Spider stretched out his right hand.
Max stuck out his tongue obediently.
The little spider dipped his hand in saliva on Max's tongue, and then used that hand to smooth out the greasy Mediterranean with few hairs.
In an instant, Max felt that his girlish heart, which had not beaten for many years, was moved by the little spider today.
The little spider said: "Listen to me, I need you, you are my eyes and ears here."
"Okay?"
"Okay!" Max said excitedly.
"See you later!" Little Spider turned and left Max. The matter with the heavy truck has not been resolved yet!
Max stood there, watching the little spider's leaving figure, as if looking at the stone, until the little spider's back had already disappeared from his eyes, and Max did not want to leave for a long time.
"Tsk, tsk, why do you feel so gay?" Murphy said in surprise as he looked at Little Spider and Max Dillon in Norman Osborn's laboratory.