All the coincidences in this world actually contain inevitability, something that can stimulate an alien race that no one has ever understood, and of course, it is the result of countless experiments by another host of this alien race.

The needle that drove Venom crazy was, of course, not just a coincidence, only criminals could defeat criminals, and only symbiotes could defeat symbiotes.

After the experience of using Gray Mist, Schiller determined that the highly concentrated fear venom can bring great stimulation to the symbiote, a race that feeds on emotions, according to Gray Mist himself, because he has a special constitution and is a special species of symbionts, so his immunity to fear poison gas is relatively high, but other symbiotes are absolutely unable to resist this stimulus.

Symbiotes feed on emotions, a hunting instinct engraved in their genes that absolutely cannot be changed, and fear of poison gas can make this instinct soar to its peak in an instant, and even the gray fog under the control of the system has a tendency to become addicted to this high degree of alcohol.

For the other symbiotes, it's not just about drinking, it's more like a mad addict who comes across a small pill just enough for him to swallow, and no symbiote can resist this stimulation.

Although the symbiotes are not a completely evil race, they cannot hide the savage habits in their bones as a first-generation native race, or that Nar itself had a chaotic will when he created them.

Schiller knows that the venom has turned around in Deadpool's body now, so Deadpool's virtue knows what the rules are?

Therefore, once Venom is stimulated to the point of madness, none of the officers who invited Stark to come over will want to live.

So when he learned from Coulson's phone that only Robert was dead, Schiller was still a little surprised, it seems that Stark's will is stronger than he thought, he actually controlled the venom in an instant, and it was a pity that he didn't let him kill.

After a while, Coulson himself hurried over, and said, "That black monster has gone to the streets of Brooklyn, and the captain has rushed over to stop him, what the hell is going on?" How did Stark suddenly go berserk? Why is he still eating heads? What's that black thing? Is there any new mecha he developed? ”

"I don't know." Schiller said, spreading his hands.

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At this time, Nick Fury's voice came from the walkie-talkie on Coulson's waist, and he said, "Why did Stark suddenly go crazy? ”

"I don't know."

"Aren't you a psychiatrist?"

"I'm a doctor, not a god."

"Didn't he have any signs before?"

Schiller pretended to think for a moment and said, "If you want to talk about it, there is, the last time I gave him psychological treatment, he claimed that he had a second personality, and that personality said that he was some kind of alien symbiote, I thought it was because he was too stressed, and I gave him relaxation therapy, but it didn't seem to have any effect." ”

"Symbiotes? What is that? What else did he tell you? ”

"He said it seemed to be some kind of alien race, it looked like black mud, he said it was a very learning race and seemed to be able to read the host's memories, Stark said he had just taught the symbiote a little bit about mechas, and he had learned it......"

"You're saying that this symbiote has Stark's memories and abilities??? Will you build a mecha like Stark?? ”

Then Schiller heard the sound of chaos on Nick's side, and then heard Nick yelling: "Stop all plans to use heavy weapons!! Don't irritate Stark!! What? The military is ready to launch missiles?? Damn it! That's S.H.I.E.L.D. property! Go tell those idiots!! Stark's alien symbiote was lost by S.H.I.E.L.D.!! ”

"I don't care if he has a file or not! Go ahead and build one for him now! All unidentified creatures in New York were lost by S.H.I.E.L.D.! Any questions? ”

"What is a dead lieutenant general? It's an alien invasion! Only one lieutenant general died, and I count him as sacrificing his life for the country! I'll pay the pension! Hurry up and get them to stop! If you hurt one of Stark's hairs, I'll swallow up their military dollars!! ”

After hanging up the phone and Coulson left, Peter said, "So that Admiral Robert is dead?" How did he die? What's going on? What happened to Mr. Stark? ”

"Nothing, but I think you have work to do now."

After saying that, Schiller picked up the phone and called Steve, who was also in a mess, and Captain America shouted at the top of his voice: "What the hell is going on?" Why did little Stark go crazy? He's jumping around in Brooklyn, and what is that black mech? God, their father and son have never given anyone peace of mind......"

"Captain, I remember you said you always wanted to beat up little Stark, but you didn't have a chance, and now the opportunity has come."

"What do you mean?"

"To put it simply, the current Stark is not Stark, Stark has a parasitic alien creature that ran away from S.H.I.E.L.D., this alien creature will constantly stimulate negative emotions in humans, you know, Stark was cornered by the military two days ago, this alien creature bit off the head of a general, Stark must feel great now, after all, he has long seen that group of people unpleasantly......"

"This emotion was exploited by the symbiote, so now Stark is extremely inflated......"

"Okay, needless to say, it's so complicated, you tell me that if I go to beat him up now, I'm actually helping him get rid of that alien creature's control, right?"

"Yes, that's a great thing, you can't just sit back and let your nephew be controlled by this evil creature, can you? He has to thank you! ”

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, there was a dull clapping of shields, and Steve shouted, "Look here! I'm your uncle, no! It's not yours, it's the kid named Tony! ”

Schiller put down the phone, looked at Peter and said, "Now you have two options......"

"I choose to be the captain." Peter said very simply.

"Don't you think about it? Stark isn't bad for you, right? ”

"But I feel like I'm also obligated to help Mr. Stark free from that evil alien creature." Peter said very tactfully.

"Well, they're on that easternmost street in the Brooklyn neighborhood, good neighbor Spider-Man, get ready to go."

It didn't take long for S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military to realize together how much damage they could do when three superheroes were in a mess.

Although Peter said so, he didn't dare to be ruthless, and basically used spider silk to interfere with the actions of the venom suit, but Steve was not polite, one shield after another, and made Stark in the venom suit dizzy.

Stark didn't get out of control for no reason, and after Venom snatched the box out, he swallowed the fear gas inside in one gulp.

After the venom is high, Stark can't cure him at all, in short, an alien creature is playing drunk, and although his host tries hard to control him, it is difficult to stop a mad drunk from the outside, let alone from the inside.

Stark could only drag the venom to the less crowded neighborhood as best he could, and if he really drove him crazy in the most densely populated neighborhood of Brooklyn, it was unknown how many people would be injured.

But it was good enough to be able to barely control the direction of Venom's travel, and it was impossible to expect him to get Venom back into his body.

Although Captain America is beating Stark, but he, like the little spider, does not have too strong lethal means, the military directly transferred several gunships, large-caliber machine guns continue to strafe Stark, obviously trying to put him to death, sometimes the howitzer flies over, Steve has to help Stark block, and several people have been entangled for a long time and have not distinguished the superiority.

At this time, Schiller went to the roof of the nearest building, and then pulled out a strangely shaped speaker out of nowhere, and he said on the phone: "Jarvis, are you sure your emergency wake-up device can reach the decibel you said?" ”

"Actually, it's even higher, sir."

"No, you don't have to, didn't you use this sound wave to expel that symbiote in Stark's body before?"

"Indeed, based on the reaction of the symbiotes at the time, I confirm that this would be an effective course of action."

"Okay, I'll leave first, and when I signal you, you can directly activate the emergency wake-up measures."

Schiller vanished in an instant, and he had to stay away, after all, the gray mist was afraid of this thing.

After a while, Stark, wearing a huge black suit, suddenly fell to the ground of this street, and several gunships behind him took turns firing, hitting the ground with stone chips, Captain America and Spider-Man followed, trying their best to subdue this big man.

Before Stark could jump out of the neighborhood again, a loud burst of music came from the rooftop, and it is no exaggeration to say that this could no longer be considered music, but should be regarded as a sonic weapon.

The whole ground shook, and the black monster in the middle of the road began to tremble wildly, and then in an instant, Stark let out a violent scream, fell to the ground, and returned to the form of an ordinary person, and the black shadow flashed and disappeared.

The surrounding armed forces immediately surrounded them, but Peter was faster than them, and directly fished Stark away, and by the time S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived, there were no more people and no alien creatures.

When the people in the military saw the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. appear here, they reacted, could it be that all this is a conspiracy of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

As we all know, the mismatch between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military has reached the extreme, and Robert has publicly accused Nick many times, could it be that this is planned by the cunning director of S.H.I.E.L.D., an assassination operation against Admiral Robert?

Nick didn't respond to this at all, but he felt that it was very likely that the military had taken the alien creature, and he had to force them to hand it over, and they must not let them discover that this alien creature had Stark's memories and abilities, otherwise the military's expansion would be completely unstoppable.

As soon as they heard that this thing was run out of S.H.I.E.L.D. and killed one of their generals, of course the military didn't let it, they asked S.H.I.E.L.D. to give them an explanation, but Nick didn't respond to anything in order to keep the secret of the alien creatures, and the two sides directly began to fight the bull, and no one was willing to retreat.

At this time, Schiller was standing in a ward of the Presbyterian Hospital, next to Strange, who was tired with two large dark circles under his eyes, and Schiller said to Dr. Connors, who had just woken up, "Good news, doctor. ”

“…… Am I not dead yet? Good news indeed......"

"No, there's even better good news, you didn't die, but General Robert did."

Connors: "......? ”

On the other side, Stark was taken to the roof of Stark Mansion by Peter, and he was still a little confused, after all, the venom was knocked out at once, and Stark didn't even know what was going on now.

There was a soft sound behind him, and Stark saw Schiller appear behind him, still holding a glass jar with a black mass of slime inside.

"That's what he looks like."

"Indeed, a mess of mud, similar to that of a drunk you."

Stark lit a cigarette and said, "What the hell is that shot?" Why did it make him go crazy right away? ”

"You found out?"

"Of course, if you use your brain, there is no such coincidence in this world, a medicine casually developed by the military can just stimulate alien creatures who don't know which galaxy they come from......"

"That general didn't lie to you, this kind of thing can really stimulate people's brains."

"That ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Schiller shook his head and said, "Unlikely, Obadiah's situation is too complicated, and this thing has strong sequelae, your uncle is too old to withstand this kind of stimulation." ”

Stark looked a little disappointed.

"But it's not necessarily impossible." Another voice rang out, and Stark looked up, and Dr. Connors came out of the rooftop door, and said, "I can extract the beneficial part of this strange potion, and maybe turn it into a medicine for neurological diseases......"

"What the hell is going on?" Stark asked.

Dr. Connors stood across from him and said, "I have to say, the media did make a mistake in what they reported about you, you are a rotten person, but at least you have a sense of justice, and I apologize for the damage I caused in the Stark Group Building." ”

Stark was stunned for a moment, and just as he wanted to ask something, Schiller said, "Don't blow the wind here, come to me and talk about it, you will know how wonderful this story is." ”

As the sun goes down and the lights on the streets of Hell's Kitchen go out, Dr. Connors and Peter go up to rest in the psychiatric clinic, and Stark, who listens to the story, falls asleep.

"So you know, it's the symbiote that kills, and the dead are innocent."

"You're worried I'll feel guilty and struggling about it? No, I won't, I just regret why I didn't let that sludge chew a few more times. ”

"How does it feel to get out of the mud?"

Stark was silent, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Perhaps the genius is always lonely, but he doesn't want to admit that he is already pathetic enough to covet the feeling of someone who understands him and can accompany him, even though he knows that an alien creature is not trustworthy.

"What's the story?" Stark whispered, "No...... No, a rotten story, rotten to the home. ”

He thought that there wasn't even a flawless hero in the traditional story, and the trouble caused by a mess of mud involved a bunch of rotten people.

But it was this bad story that gave him a good night's dream that he hadn't had for many days, or years.

A few days later, one morning, just after the morning sun shone in, Schiller, who had just woken up, opened the cork of the glass jar and threw a chocolate ball into it.

The pile of black sludge immediately wrapped the chocolate ball, and then suddenly froze there, and then, the black sludge twisted the liquid body, sending out a series of pleasant brain waves.

On the bedside table, a golden-red candy wrapper sparkles in the light of the setting sun.