Jessica was really interested in the first business of her detective career, and when Sean woke up from bed the next day, she reached out and touched it, and there was no familiar body around her.

He rubbed his eyes, climbed out of bed, found a new set of clothes from the closet and put them on, and then came out of the bedroom.

He is only an ordinary person in terms of physical fitness, and he will naturally be a little sluggish in the morning, so although the bedroom is very messy, he doesn't want to clean up at all, although trying to clean him up is just a matter of waving his hand.

Out of the bedroom, the first thing he saw was breakfast on the dining table.

Breakfast was simple, a glass of milk, a plate of bacon and omelette, and two slices of lightly charred toast, in typical Jessica's style – simple.

But there was a note on the dining table.

Sean moved his body, reached out and picked up the note, only to see that it was written: I went out and made you breakfast, thank me! Oh yes, your phone kept ringing, and I accidentally broke it.

The final signature is Detective Jones, and there is a casually sketched smiley face.

Sean put down the note, then started looking for his phone, and then saw his in the trash can next to the dining table.

He looked at his own, well, the phone? If that could be called a mobile phone.

He hissed softly, but he was almost used to Jessica's little violence, pouting and smiling, he could only take out the slag and find the phone card, which was fortunately not crushed by her.

Take out the spare phone and install the card, then turn it on and throw it aside, no matter what happens, the face always has to be washed.

After washing up, he ate Jessica Fei's elaborate breakfast while swiping through the phone call.

To his surprise, it wasn't Captain America who had made a dozen calls to him, and of course, there was a reason why he didn't think it was Maria Hill, because Maria Hill had never been that aggressive character, at least not for him.

"Harry Osborne?"

Swallowing a slice of bacon, Sean looked at Harry Osborne's call with some surprise, thinking to himself what he was doing, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, could it be that thing?

Thinking of this, his face couldn't help but show a slight joy, the spiritual power in his mind was busy because of that special spiritual power, and he didn't know when he completely completed the interaction with the spiritual ocean, and he couldn't confirm the result, but if Harry Osborne came to him about the previous matter, he didn't have to worry about it anymore, because as long as the symbiote could eliminate the lack of amplifying emotions, he could break the shackles in another way, although he was a little disgusted with body transformation, But it's also tolerable to be able to get stronger.

He was full of anticipation and was about to call Harry Osborne, but at this moment, his mobile phone rang first, and the caller was Harry Osborne.

"Hey! Harry ......"

As soon as he spoke, Harry Osborne interrupted him.

"Sean, you're finally answering the phone!"

Harry Osborne shouted, making Sean stunned, only to hear Harry Osborne anxiously continue: "Venom has appeared, and now it is in the city center, Peter has passed, but the situation is not optimistic, I am preparing anti-venom potions, I can't get out, Sean, can you get there now?" Sean? Are you listening?! ”

Harry Osborne Balabala said a lot, and the last sentence finally brought him back to his senses, and he said with a little excitement: "You have succeeded in solving the medicine of the symbiote?" ”

"That's right, let's talk about this later, Peter is dealing with Venom in the city center now, but he is clearly inferior to Venom, can you help?" Harry Osborne asked anxiously.

"I'll go right over."

As the voice fell, Harry Osborne hung up the phone and went to prepare his anti-venom.

Sean turned on the TV and took a look, only to see that there was a real-time broadcast of the events happening in the city center, watching the pitch-black figure that flashed in the shaking camera carrying Spider-Man's body and throwing it hard, and slamming into a building, he knew that what Harry Osborne said was indeed accurate, Peter Parker couldn't beat this and that pitch-black monster at all.

Turning off the TV, he drank the milk from the cup in two sips, and he directly opened the window and flew out.

At the same time, in the city center.

Venom threw Spider-Man out of the air, as if bored with the sound of the helicopter in the sky, raised his head and roared, reached out and shot a pitch-black filament, and then swung out, pulling the helicopter through a long arc in the air.

Suddenly, Venom's huge body flipped violently and threw himself towards the helicopter, opening two large black hands, and the tips of his five fingers were like sharp blades, and he grabbed at the tail of the helicopter.

Laugh at! ——

The metal tail face is like a knife with five fingers, and it is torn apart in an instant.

The helicopter lost control in an instant, and at this time, not only the propeller spun, but even the entire helicopter began to spin.

However, this obviously did not affect Venom, and he also continued to rotate with the helicopter's body, but he was able to cling to it and keep crawling towards the front cabin.

The photographer and the beautiful reporter in the helicopter were screaming loudly because the helicopter was out of control, and at this moment, a hideous monster with a mouth full of fangs and a long tongue suddenly appeared on the other side of the cabin.

The photographer who was face to face with the beautiful reporter had already lost his mind, only knew the exclamation of fear, and did not notice the change in the beautiful reporter at all, but at this moment, a big black hand suddenly smashed the glass, grabbed the photographer's head, and then pulled his hand outward.

The photographer is inside the cabin, Venom is outside, and the inside is connected to the outside with only one hand of Venom, but it is such a space that Venom has to pull the photographer from the inside to the outside. Although the photographer's physical fitness is not bad because he often has to carry the camera to run the news, what kind of physical fitness can be comparable to the hardness of the helicopter's shell?

Apparently not.

So the venom pulled hard, accompanied by the screams of the photographer, only to hear a series of squeaks from the cabin, and then only to hear a poof, the screams stopped abruptly, and the venom pulled out the big hand, accompanied by the blood-colored trajectory that spilled out, and a still warm broken upper body.

"Ah!!h

The blood spurting out of the lower half of the body left in the cabin poured the beautiful reporter on her body, and in her fright, she immediately retreated, completely forgetting that the hatch behind her was still open for the convenience of shooting.

Thereupon......