"Retreat!" The long-haired man said.

The black-clothed men around quickly eliminated several customers in the store, and at the same time turned their guns on the burly black monster.

But no one shoots, and everyone doesn't want to shoot to provoke this thing.

They faced the twisted monster in the center of the restaurant, and step by step retreated towards the hole in the doorway.

The unknown is terrifying, they came to hunt a monster today, but they didn't expect to meet another monster.

"Raven, it's been recovered, please respond." The long-haired man whispered.

"Raven received." A cold voice came from the headset, mixed with the sound of a propeller turning.

Wu Tong stubbornly guarded a little clarity in his mind, struggling painfully.

The men in black looked at the motionless monster, which was trembling slightly.

One of the team members tentatively dropped a small bomb, which was not very destructive and was a special product for indoor combat.

The small bomb did not land on the black monster as expected, and a black viscous tentacle protruded from its surface.

The tentacles bloomed in midair, forming a small mesh that accurately caught the bomb and enveloped it.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound inside the tentacles that encased the bomb, and nothing happened.

The damage from that small bomb couldn't even break through the not-so-thick black mucous membrane.

But the explosion shook the tentacle slightly, and the vibration spread along the tentacle to the monster's body.

This was a strange feeling, obviously Wu Tong's senses had been completely wrapped in the black substance of the venom, but he could still feel everything that was happening around him, even more keenly than before.

When the team member threw something, almost instinctively, he tried to catch it with his hand, and then the fluid attached to him moved, forming a tentacle to catch the thing steadily.

This action was not Venom's action, but Wu Tong's instinctive reaction.

Immediately after Wu Tong found out that it was a bomb at a loss, the fluid automatically contracted and wrapped the bomb in it, and the rest of the actions were completed by the venom independently.

It seems that they are working together well, and as long as Venom doesn't eat away at him with those frantic thoughts, the two sides can still work together.

When the vibration caused by the bomb came from the tentacles and passed through Wu Tong's whole body, it was like a shiver, and it was as comfortable as a sedentary person standing up and stretching his waist.

Wu Tong shook his body and shook off some of the mucus on his tongue.

Then he turned around and lunged at the men in black.

No matter who they are, judging from their methods, they don't look like decent people, who have done shady things and want to kill people.

Even a violent law enforcement agency would not do such a thing, thinking of the ability that the little girl showed and the conversation between the waiter and them, Wu Tong probably understood.

This is the Marvel world, and in the Marvel world, there is no shortage of superheroes and criminals of all kinds.

I'm afraid that when I meet this group of people now, it is a certain criminal who has a good tentacle under it.

As soon as Wu Tong made a move, the people in black took out small bombs, tear gas, and smoke bombs from the lining of their windbreakers、...... All kinds of bullets were thrown at him.

Several tentacles emerged from his body, catching them all, and then merging them into a thick tentacle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ......" After a few muffled sounds in a row. The thick tentacles swung backwards, making some kind of pitching motion similar to that of a baseball player, and threw the contents of the package towards the men in black.

It's just that what Wu Tong threw out was not a baseball, but a large number of iron pieces with sharp edges and some chemicals.

With the blessing of great power, those pieces of iron were endowed with terrifying lethality, no less than a grenade that exploded in the room.

The people in black curled up and tried to crouch on the ground as much as possible, which greatly reduced the chance of being attacked and the area of damage.

This is a well-trained squad.

Although most avoided the flying pieces of iron, the smoke that filled them still made them sob.

None of them were wearing gas masks, and they shouldn't have thrown those tear gas and smoke grenades, but when they were stared at by the monster with white-eyed eyes, no one could still think normally.

The restaurant was so smog-filled that they couldn't even see what they were looking for, and the tear gas caused tears to flow out of their tear ducts, greatly affecting their field of vision.

No one knew what was happening around them, only the sound of the wind breaking in their ears, followed by a sense of vibration and the screams of their companions.

The long-haired man stood by the door the whole time without moving, and the smoke swept away slightly around him, as if the place where he was standing was a vacuum.

He held the girl in his left hand, and in his right hand he still held the dagger, which had some curly blades on the edge. There were pieces of iron scattered around his face.

Apparently he was the one who used that dagger to block the attacks of the four pieces of iron.

There was a burst of screams coming from the headset, but his face was still calm, as if he was watching a game.

Wu Tong roamed around the smoke-filled room, completely unaffected by these obstacles, and with the help of Venom, his vision was clear.

One by one, the men in black were picked up by him and thrown against the wall. The terrifying sound of those bones breaking is particularly pleasant at the moment.

Wu Tong knew that he seemed a little crazy now, but he still enjoyed this state more.

It's a good feeling to have everything under control.

One of the remaining team members raised their guns in fear and fired at him, the bullet ricocheting off the black surface of his body, and the fluid made a metallic sound when it came into contact with the bullet.

The bullet completely enraged Wu Tong, and his burly body walked over and stepped on the man in black who fired the shot, stepping his body under the wooden floor.

It's just a garbage-like thing, and it still wants to hurt me, Wu Tong stepped on it again in a rage, until blood oozed under his feet.

He raised his head and opened his mouth to take a deep breath, letting out a roar towards the roof, his tongue writhing excitedly in the air.

It turns out that the taste of blood is so sweet.

That's it, destruction, rage, destruction!

"I'm ...... We are ......"

"Venom!"

He let out a high-pitched voice, like someone scraping his fingernails on a blackboard.

"You'd better let go of the little girl, man! Now she's mine. ”

Wu Tong pointed to the long-haired man who had been standing by the door.