Mawson looked at the four people, and at the front was a short-haired young man with an ordinary appearance. The stature is neither tall nor short, and throwing it into the crowd is the most common one.

Standing to his left was a square-faced, somewhat old-fashioned woman, with an expression on her face that did not rise or fall in the slightest, and staring at Mawson was more of an inquiry.

The other guy was a black man, nearly two meters tall, and his knotted muscles stretched the clothes on his body to the point of tearing.

The last one was a middle-aged man who followed behind the three unhurriedly, and when he saw his face, Mo Sen was slightly stunned.

Because he is too similar to a certain famous astronaut.

"You are...... That sonic companion?"

Mawson glanced at him, then fixed his gaze on Armstrong.

"What about you?"

The breath Mawson felt from him was the strangest, sharp, making his hairs stand on end.

Click!

The short-haired young man pinched his fingers and turned his neck, "Just give him to me, don't let the riot guy escape." ”

Armstrong's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, "The riot doesn't matter, it destroyed his San Francisco base, and he can't leave Earth at all." ”

"As for the other two bases, one of them, I have already sent the blood spider to go, and if the other one goes, he will definitely be beaten into a sieve."

Mo Sen frowned, but he didn't care too much, Peter's strength was much higher than these people, and when he faced Sonic before, it was only because the other party's symbiote happened to have the ability to restrain other symbiotes, so it was suppressed. In a real fight, that sound wave was definitely not Peter's opponent.

Although these guys are weird, they are basically still within the scope of normal symbiotes, even if they are stronger than the fornication parasitic on Peter, but with the two complementing each other, Peter still has a better chance of winning.

What Mo Sen is a little confused about now is still the middle-aged man standing behind.

At this moment, at the place where the space shuttle crashed in the distance, a scarred figure suddenly burst out, and his body was burned by flames.

The guy stumbled forward, not paying attention to the surrounding situation at all, and by the time he came back to his senses, he had already broken into the area where Mawson and the others were.

It was the riot that parasitized Drake.

He first noticed Mawson, the expression on his face changed suddenly, his body froze slightly, as if he was about to turn around and flee, but then he noticed Armstrong and the others standing opposite.

This time, the expression on his face was even stranger, and Mawson could see his panic and fear, but for some reason, his feet were like nails, nailed to the spot.

"Riot, I really didn't expect it to be your ......"

The riot just stared at him, but didn't say a word.

"I'm really curious about how you left Kuntar, not only that, but also some of your clansmen."

Armstrong asked unhurriedly.

"Since you have betrayed your home planet, then I can give you a chance to join me, and when the time comes, you can use your previous methods to bring out some people from Kuntar again."

He looked around the world with open hands, "This planet is so vast, even if all the people on Kuntar are moved here, it will be no problem. ”

"We can build a new home here!"

Armstrong bewitched.

To him, the possible symbiotes on the meteorite are a drop in the bucket, but what he values more is the way to get out of Kuntar by Riot.

If it is done properly, it may be possible to eat away at the power of those traitors little by little, and one day he can counterattack back.

The flames on the riot's body have been extinguished, but the scars left behind are difficult to recover, "Since I left Kuntar, then I have no intention of going back. ”

"All the sleeping clansmen on the meteorite belong to you, as long as you let me go!"

"And I can promise that I will never go against you."

The rebellious guy like Riot also lowered his head when facing Armstrong.

Armstrong glanced at him, "Do you think you have what it takes to negotiate terms with me?" ”

One of his eyes turned blood-red, and a cold light shone from it, "Lost people, listen to the teachings of God, and fall down at my feet!" ”

Armstrong's voice contained a special frequency, and when he heard his words, the riotous body became uncontrollably agitated.

"What's wrong with you, don't leave me!" Drake shouted in horror.

Yes......!

Sting!

There seemed to be a large, invisible hand that tore the riot off Drake's body.

The lead-gray slime wriggled and crawled to Armstrong's feet before submerging into his body.

"It's a shame you seem to have chosen the wrong one."

Because of the existence of the parasitic beast in his right hand, Mo Sen could still feel the breath of riot, but at this time he was in chaos, as if he was imprisoned by an unknown force.

With a casual flick of his fingers, a sharp spike came out of his body, instantly piercing Drake's skull.

Mawson narrowed, if he was not mistaken, it should be the ability of the rioter. It seems that this Armstrong can imprison other symbiotes and then attach them to his body to gain their special abilities, but I don't know if there is any additional strengthening in strength.

If this guy can be strengthened indefinitely, then his strength will definitely be terrifying, even if the number of enhancements is limited, it is enough to attract Mawson's attention.

Don't look at him, he has basically formed a crushing trend against ordinary symbiotes, but if the power of three or two is stacked together, the gap between him and him will not be too big.

"Human, it's your turn now."

"You give me a strange feeling, as if I've seen it somewhere."

Armstrong thought for a moment, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"Well, that guy named Connors, the creature in his right hand is a bit like the aura on your body, except you're much stronger than him......"

"Dr. Connors?" Mawson's face changed slightly.

"Looks like you're from the same origin." The expression on Armstrong's face was a little impatient, "Wait until I catch you, and then study slowly!" ”

"Plague, you three together!"

The short-haired youth sneered, "It's just a human being, it's enough to leave it to me!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body swelled, and the turquoise muscles covered his whole body, he looked a little more slender than the riot, but there was a wisp of green smoke lingering on the surface of his body.

The grass on the surface of the ground he had stepped on instantly withered, and a fist-sized sarcoma bulged out of his body, which seemed to be pregnant with something.

Bu Bu Bu!

The sarcoma ruptured and out of it came flesh worms, which were fusiform as a whole, with sharp mouthparts and wings on their backs, buzzing in the air.

"Quack, a guy like you, flesh must be especially delicious."

The plague laughed wildly, but before he could attack, a sudden flower appeared in front of him, and the man who was originally standing more than ten meters away appeared in front of him as if he were teleporting.

At the same time, the blade is in the body!

"There's so much nonsense, it's over!"

Mawson didn't drag the mud and water, and slashed diagonally at the cross.