After a period of Jessica Jones-esque special interrogation, she managed to get the information she wanted from the gangsters. She sorted out the ins and outs of the matter, and it seemed to be like this.

The well-known Paso syndicate in New York contacted local smuggling intermediaries because of some undesirable problem with the transportation of goods on paper, and lured the smugglers to make a big deal with them at extremely lucrative prices.

But according to Jessica's investigation, it seems that it is not only the child she is investigating that is missing, Elvis Yates, but all the smugglers involved in the sale seem to be missing.

At worst, it may be that the involvement of these people is so important that the client disposes of everyone in defiance of the rules, so that no one can leak the details of the sale.

Temple, the smuggler who was violently intimidated and interrogated by Jessica, thought so and suggested that Jessica should also be left alone. There are rumors that the Paso Group may actually have a very hard backstage backing, because if you pay attention, you will find that all the people who stand in the way of the Paso Group since its inception do not seem to end well.

Of course, this may be a coincidence, and there is no evidence to support this conjecture, but it turned out to be so. From the beginning of the establishment of the Paso Group to today, the road has been almost smooth, even if there were any obstacles, they quickly disappeared on their own, such as Norman Osborne, who happened to be discovered at a critical moment in the competition with the Paso Group, and turned out to be the Green Goblin, and was burned to death in his home for unknown reasons.

"Big companies like Paso Group, they always have something shady that needs to be transmitted, something that they don't want the authorities to know and they don't want the people to know." "It's not surprising that any big company would have something like this." But if anyone is so self-righteous that they think they can compete with them, then that person must be crazy. ”

Jessica Jones, a private investigator who has seen many of the unbelievable dark sides of human society, is not so surprised by the complex life experiences of her life. Jessica Jones is a vitriol, trouble-hating fellow, but she's never in the habit of giving up on the events she's already been involved in, no matter how terrible the opponents she has to face.

After a few more rounds of smugglers and questions, someone finally confided in her a location. It is said that regardless of the specific work content of the client, the location is at a certain pier in the city.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening, and Jessica followed the address to this pier. The port is largely deserted, and not a single living person will come to such a place all year round. Rusty and broken ships are docked on the shore, the back of dilapidated houses is covered with trees and vines, and the docks are piled up with discarded containers of various colors.

Jessica searched the docks one by one, and found it after about half an hour.

A huge blue shipping container, the steel shell is clearly spelled out with white letters into a huge word, Paso Technology.

Looks like that's what she's looking for.

Jessica circled the container half a circle and came to the door of the container. She reached out and broke the door open with a strange force. She took two steps out of the way, letting the street lights shine into the pitch-black container from behind.

With the help of the dim street lights, she could vaguely see that it seemed to be a box inside, a square black cube, about three meters high. On the top edge of it is a line of what appears to be a marking, AXCR-3920, printed in neat small print.

Behind him came the sound of shredded footsteps.

She turned around and noticed that there were two more people behind her. One black man and one white man, the black man was a full 1.9 meters tall, and in the night it was as black as a huge tree stump. The white man was on the short side, wore a baseball cap, and wore a T-shirt covered in oil.

They stood there silent, but with obvious ill intentions. Jessica speculates that they might be the guy in charge of smuggling. She raised her hands, walked forward slowly, and said, "Hey, boys, I seem to be a little lost." Can any of you tell me how to get to 109th Street? ”

As she spoke, she was getting close enough. She threw her fist and slammed it into the white boy's face. Defeating them first and then asking questions has always been her way of doing things.

But to her surprise, the white boy easily blocked her punch as soon as he raised his hand.

Jessica couldn't help but be surprised. She knew very well how strong her arm was, and even if she deliberately suppressed the strength of her punch, it was not something that an ordinary human could take. But the guy who came out of nowhere caught it, and it was so bland that it seemed to be effortless.

But what surprised her even more was yet to come. The white boy turned his head slightly as he raised his hand to catch his fist, and the street lights more than ten meters away illuminated his face under his baseball cap. Jessica narrowed her eyes and looked at him, asking suspiciously, "Elvis?" ”

Isn't this the Elvis Yates she's been asked for? Could it be that Mr. Landlady forgot to mention that he is still a superpower?

The black fellow next to him also made a move—kick, to be exact. He kicked Jessica in the lower abdomen, which caused a sharp pain in her abdomen, and the whole person crashed out like a face cannon, knocking a container in the back into it heavily.

Jessica clutched her hot belly. Good guys, two weird men, since when have superpowers become so worthless?

Something is wrong with these two people. It's not that there's something wrong with the part that they have strange powers, but their gloomy but wooden expressions and this weird and oozing aura are really wrong. Jessica even felt for a moment that a purple light seemed to spill out of the corners of their eyes.

The harbor was silent, and a cool breeze blew from the direction of the water. Jessica felt like she had broken into the set of some kind of ghost thriller.

The two rushed up side by side.

Jessica isn't particularly expert in martial arts, and she often fights solely on her own odd powers. Luckily, the two obviously don't know much about martial arts, and their brute strength is a cut below Jessica's.

Jessica threw the black man's punch down with her left hand, and with the palm of her right hand held Elvis' fist, she swept the black man into the abdomen with her left leg. She'd never attacked anyone with such force, and this leg could even kick a steel plate. But the black man only staggered back two steps, and then continued to rush forward like a nobody.

He didn't even twitch his facial muscles the whole time, as if he didn't feel pain.

Then Elvis punched Jessica in the face with a solid punch. She felt a sharp pain in her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth seemed to crack a little. But she followed up and kicked him somersault with a harder kick. Then she took the black man's arm in her arms and lifted him up, slamming him headfirst to the ground. With Jessica's arm strength, she can easily lift the sedan with one hand, and the power of this smash can be imagined. The big black man was smashed on the spot and fainted, and he collapsed on the ground motionless.

Elvis, who was kicked over, wanted to get up and fight again, but Jessica unceremoniously punched him in the face and knocked him to the ground. This time, she punched with seven points of force, and even the truck could be knocked over. Elvis threw his head up and fell, fainting and not moving.

Jessica let out a long sigh. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the corners of her mouth were hot and sharp, and sticky, as if there was some blood.

What a hell of a thing. More and more, she began to feel that something was wrong with this trip, and even a little evil. The detective's instinct tells her that maybe this is really the part she should leave behind, and that this case has involved something beyond her scope of work.

On the bright side, at least she'd found Elvis, the target of her mission, except that the kid looked a bit like a doping addict, and he was super fierce.

Before the private investigator could decide what to do, the situation changed again beyond her expectations.

The attack came from a shadowy corner that was completely invisible to the streetlights, like a beast that had been waiting for an opportunity for a long time to finally wait for its prey to reveal its flaws and make a fatal pounce. Jessica realized it was too late when she was slammed into the container shell with irresistible force by a pair of huge hands. A dark, massive, and extremely disgusting monster pressed close to her face, a disgusting long tongue sticking out of its mouth, and a cruel smile on its fangy mouth.

"Oh my God!" Jessica stretched out her arms with all her might, stopping the black monster from trying to bite her head off, "What are you?" ”

The monster actually spoke, and his voice was strong, like a nasal.

"We are Venom!"