I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 180 Separation of Venom (Daily 1000010000 Day )

Osborne Building.

As night falls, light shines into the laboratory through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting a cool sense of technology.

In order to study symbiotes, Norman Osborn built this high-tech laboratory, and the person in charge of this project was the previous Dr. Allen.

In the laboratory, the humming sound of operating instruments is endless, and various complex equipment surrounds the central laboratory table.

At this moment, Uncle Ben was wearing his Venom suit, lying on the experimental table, allowing various scanning instruments to scan back and forth on his body.

The black surface of the suit glowed slightly under the light, as if it had life.

Dr. Allen stood in front of the operating table, typing on the keyboard attentively, with various data and charts flashing on the screen.

From time to time, his gaze passed through the transparent glass cover and fell on Uncle Ben on the experimental table, with a trace of solemnity on his face. It was obvious that the risks of this experiment should not be underestimated.

"Spider-Man, now let's try to separate you and Venom." Dr. Allen's voice came through the speaker into the glass cover, his tone calm and firm.

"Okay." Uncle Ben nodded and agreed without hesitation.

He was well aware of the importance of this experiment, not only for himself, but also for those innocent humans who were parasitized by the symbiote.

However, Venom obviously didn't think so. From Uncle Ben's body, Venom's black tentacles quickly emerged, forming a hideous head, roaring at Dr. Allen: "No, why do you want us to separate!"

"Venom, calm down, this is just a test," Uncle Ben soothed.

"Test? Why test something unnecessary?" Venom's voice was full of dissatisfaction and resistance, its tentacles waving in the air, as if expressing its inner anxiety.

"Have you forgotten? In addition to you, there are two other symbiotes parasitizing on humans. We need to find a way to separate them without harming the human body." Uncle Ben explained patiently.

"You mean those two idiots, Whip and Howl?"

Venom snorted coldly, his tone full of contempt and disdain: "Burn a fire on them, and they will be obedient."

"." Uncle Ben sighed helplessly. It was obvious that Venom's suggestion was completely inconsistent with his original intention.

While they talked, Dr. Allen did not stop what he was doing.

His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, finally pressing a key button.

The lights in the laboratory suddenly dimmed, replaced by a shrill noise.

Uncle Ben immediately turned over from the laboratory table, covered his ears with his hands, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

This high-frequency noise was a great torture to both him and Venom. He could feel Venom in his body trembling violently, as if it was fighting a life-and-death battle.

"Stop! Stop now!" The venom roared madly in Uncle Ben's body, and its tentacles struggled desperately, trying to get rid of this painful torture.

But what comes in return is more high-frequency and harsh noise.

"what!"

The venom couldn't hold on any longer, and it had to leave Uncle Ben's body, turning back into a pool of black slime, ricocheting onto the glass wall, trembling in pain.

Its tentacles weakly slid across the surface of the glass, as if struggling to find a glimmer of hope to cling to.

Seeing this, Dr. Allen immediately turned off the instrument.

The annoying noise finally disappeared, and Venom relaxed, as if he had survived a disaster.

Every molecule of it was cheering, feeling a long-lost tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Venom stretched out its tentacles and was about to return to Uncle Ben's body, but found that Uncle Ben opened the door and left the glass cover.

"No! I haven't gone in yet!" Venom's voice was full of fear and despair. It suddenly ejected, drawing an arc in the air, and landed exactly at Uncle Ben.

However, when he was only ten centimeters away, he was stopped by the closed glass door.

At that moment, Venom's tentacles almost touched Uncle Ben's back, but were ruthlessly blocked.

"No, open the door!" Venom's voice became rapid and sharp, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, roaring desperately.

Uncle Ben turned around and looked at the agitated Venom, his eyes revealing mixed emotions.

He took a deep breath and said with deep apology: "I'm sorry, I still can't accept you. You deserve a better host who cherishes you more."

After saying that, Uncle Ben turned and left.

His steps were firm, but each seemed so heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Venom shouted behind him, "You lied to me! Come back here! Ben Parker!"

There was despair and anger in its voice, and the feeling of being abandoned almost made it collapse.

Uncle Ben left the lab, closed the door, looked at Norman standing in front of him, and whispered, "I always feel like I did something wrong. In the past few days with Venom, I can feel that it's not bad at all."

A complicated light flashed in Norman's eyes. He patted Uncle Ben's shoulder and said, "This is not the reason why you must accept it, Ben. Have you forgotten the test results? Its DNA is slowly merging with you. After a while, you will be equivalent to the same life form and it will be difficult to separate. Are you willing to have Venom between you and your wife forever?"

Uncle Ben thought about it carefully, and every warm moment he spent with his wife came to his mind.

They cooked together in the kitchen, watched TV together on the sofa, and took walks in the garden together.

He couldn't imagine that in these wonderful times, Venom would suddenly appear.

He felt a little awkward, but finally shook his head. "This is a lifelong matter, we can't compromise, both parties need to agree. Leave it to us, we will find another host for Venom that is willing to spend its life with it." Norman's voice was full of determination and comfort.

"Yeah." Uncle Ben nodded heavily, and he felt a little more relaxed.

"Go back and have a rest. You haven't seen your family for a long time, right?" Norman said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll leave the venom to you." There was a hint of fatigue in Uncle Ben's voice, but more of a sense of relief.

Watching Uncle Ben leaving, Norman curled the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, opened the door of the laboratory and walked in.

In the laboratory, Venom was still sliding weakly on the glass wall, its tentacles waving helplessly, as if looking for a glimmer of hope.

Norman walked up to Venom and whispered, "Do you remember me? I'm Norman, we've met before."

There was a gentle strength in his voice, as if soothing Venom's wounded heart.

But Venom didn't appreciate it at all. It changed its face and roared at Norman: "Of course I remember you, you hypocritical guy. You like Ben Parker and you like to lie! Call that coward in quickly, I want to teach him a lesson!"

As it spoke, it moved back and forth anxiously inside the glass cover.

Losing its host is a heavy blow to it. It must have a host to survive safely in this world.

"Calm down, Venom."

Norman chuckled and said, "It seems that you don't want to parasitize on me anymore?"

"you?"

Venom clearly refused: "Of course not, I hate you!"

"Well, in that case, you can live here alone for a while, and I will find you a host you like."

Without waiting for Venom to answer, Norman looked at Dr. Allen and said, "Let's get started, according to our experimental plan."

"Yes!"

After saying that, Norman ignored Venom who was still cursing and turned to leave the laboratory.

Finally I can take a break.

Uncle Ben felt extremely tired. He stood on the roof, took a deep breath, and felt the cool night breeze caressing his face.

He tried hard to control his heart and stop thinking about the venom incident that was invading his mind.

He raised his wrist slightly and shot a spider silk towards the building opposite, and his body flew in the night sky of the city like a nimble bird.

The city is brightly lit in the night, and the traffic is heavy, as if strips of light are passing through the city.

Uncle Ben was flying in the air, admiring the beautiful night view and enjoying the rare peace.

Soon, he returned to his familiar home.

He gently pushed open the window, entered the room quietly, took off the battle suit he had been wearing for a long time, changed into comfortable home clothes, and looked much more relaxed.

He quietly left the bedroom and went downstairs.

In the living room, the TV was playing the evening news, with various information and images flashing on the screen.

However, Aunt May was lying on the recliner with her eyes closed, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.

There was a peaceful smile on her face, as if she could feel the breath of happiness even in her dreams.

Uncle Ben looked at Aunt May's peaceful sleeping face and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

They had gone through many ups and downs over the years and had gone through many difficult moments together, but the tranquility at this moment made him feel extremely precious, as if all the fatigue in his body had disappeared.

He leaned over and kissed Aunt May on the forehead, his gesture gentle and loving.

"Hmm." Aunt May opened her eyes and saw Uncle Ben appearing in front of her. A surprised expression appeared on her face: "You are finally back. Are you hungry? Have you eaten?"

Uncle Ben shrugged, with a mischievous smile on his face: “I’m not very hungry, but it would be great if I could eat the delicious food you made yourself.”

Aunt May rolled her eyes at him, but there was a gentle gleam in her eyes.

She patted Uncle Ben's hand gently and walked into the kitchen.

Uncle Ben followed and leaned against the kitchen door frame, and asked casually, "Where's Peter? He doesn't seem to be in the bedroom?"

Aunt Mei answered while busying herself: "Who knows? I haven't seen him recently. Maybe he has found a girlfriend?"

Uncle Ben smiled, with a hint of fondness in his eyes: "Well, it's time to find a girlfriend."

He paid no attention to Peter's whereabouts and went over to help Aunt May and work together.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of food, and the sound of pots and pans clattering seemed particularly warm on this night.

This kind of peaceful life seems to be what he really wants.

Fighting and adventure are exciting, but only at such moments can Uncle Ben feel true happiness.

(End of this chapter)