The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 535, 986, and 987: Ultron: Eddie, let's cooperate (Part 1)
"Heh, help me?!"

Eddie Block wore an undisguised sneer, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

It began to move slowly and stealthily, like a feline approaching its prey, silently moving sideways, trying to get to the front of the opponent and see the true face under the cloak.

"Do you know what I want most right now? You're just standing there shamelessly offering to help me..."

“Fine, I’d like to hear how you can ‘help’ me?” Eddie Block’s tone was full of suspicion and provocation, clearly not believing the other party’s nonsense.

However, just as Eddie Brock was about to move to the enemy's flank, the cloaked figure seemed to have eyes in the back of its head and suddenly turned around slowly and deliberately to face him directly.

"Eddie, believe me..." The synthesized voice remained steady and seductive, "I know you far better than you know yourself!!"

As the voice rang out, an arm hidden beneath a wide cloak, covered in gold and red metal, suddenly rose up, gently grasped the edge of the cloak, and then pulled it downwards.

Swah——

The cloak slipped down, revealing its true form—not a human flesh and blood body, but a sleek, technologically advanced steel body painted in classic gold and red!
It was none other than 'Ultron', who was controlling the [Mark43 Armor].

The cold electronic eyes on the Mark 43 armor were now emitting an eerie crimson light, locked onto Eddie Brock opposite them.

"You are... Tony Stark?!"

Upon seeing this, Eddie Brock immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The cold smile on his face was instantly replaced by rage, and his eyes turned slightly red with anger.

Even more terrifying, beneath the skin of his exposed neck and the back of his hands, it seemed as if some living thing was writhing violently.

The symbiote, which was pitch black and viscous with a flowing asphalt-like texture, seemed poised to surge out uncontrollably and cover his entire body at any moment.

Clearly, Eddie Brock had already decided to kill, and a violent, bloodthirsty killing intent spread out as if it were a tangible thing.

"It must be that damned one-eyed Nick Fury who sent you here to humiliate me, right?!"

Eddie Brock growled, leaning forward slightly in an attack stance, his face contorted with extreme rage. "You've gone too far! Do you really think I'm that easy to bully? I think you've come here in this tin coffin to die."

Faced with this sudden killing intent, 'Ultron', who was controlling the [Mark43 Armor], remained unusually calm.

The armor slowly raised a metal hand and made a downward gesture, signaling Eddie Brock on the other side to calm down.

"No, no, no, calm down, Eddie... please calm down first."

The synthesized voice maintained its maddeningly steady pace, even interspersed with a touch of irritating mockery.

"Also, please don't lump me in with that arrogant, hypocritical playboy who always indulges in alcohol and media spotlight."

"I am... Ultron! An independent artificial intelligence that is neither part of the childish Avengers game that Tony Stark belongs to, nor loyal to the bureaucratic S.H.I.E.L.D. that Nick Fury is full of lies."

"Hmph..." Eddie Block let out a heavy, distrustful snort, clearly not believing the other party's story.

However, the rage in his eyes subsided slightly as he stared at 'Ultron,' after all, based on his understanding of Tony Stark, the latter would never have said those words.

However, his suspicions and vigilance did not dissipate; instead, they secretly surged to their peak.

After the initial shock and anger, Eddie Brock forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately transform into the Void Knight and tear his opponent apart.

He gave the Mark43 armored vehicle a deep look, then gave it a "I don't believe you" and "I'll remember this" look before turning around abruptly without saying a word, as if to leave.

He left very decisively.

Eddie Brock's remaining rationality told him that whether it was Tony Stark's prank, a trap from S.H.I.E.L.D., or something else entirely, now was not the time to get entangled with it or turn against it.

Despite having thousands of symbiotes on his body, including Grendel, he knew perfectly well that he couldn't defeat the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. on his own.

Therefore, he cannot reveal his secret for the time being and needs to continue to lie low, waiting for the right opportunity and the appearance of an 'ally' who can take revenge with him.

"Please wait a moment, Eddie..."

Almost simultaneously with the sound, the thrusters under and on the back of the [Mark43 Armor] instantly lit up, emitting a slight hum, and the gold and red figure leaped into the air, steadily blocking the warehouse door and preventing Eddie Brock from leaving.

Eddie Brock stopped abruptly, his eyes turning icy cold, the darkness beneath his skin surging even more violently, and he questioned in a low, threatening voice:
"What, you think you can keep me here?"

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand, I just wanted to prove my sincerity..."

Ultron, controlling the Mark 43 armor, did not make any aggressive moves, but instead raised his hands again.

Immediately afterwards, amidst a series of subtle hydraulic and gear turning sounds, the key parts of the [Mark43 Armor], such as the chest armor, faceplate, and arm armor, were unlocked one by one.

The entire suit of armor seemed to split open from the middle, slowly opening from the front to reveal the empty cockpit inside.

There was no Tony Stark as Eddie Brock had envisioned; only cold mechanical structures and intricate wiring and interfaces.

click-

The Mark 43 armor then quickly closed again, with the armor surface fitting perfectly.

"See that? It's the real deal... I'm the one controlling this armor now, [Ultron]!!"

The synthesized electronic voice of 'Ultron' seemed to carry a hint of slyness, as if to say, "See, I didn't lie to you."

Eddie Brock's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this.

The scene before him was indeed beyond his expectations, but he was still somewhat unsure whether Tony Stark was remotely controlling it.

Or... is he really facing an artificial intelligence?
Ultron seemed pleased with Eddie Brock's pause. It steered the Mark 43 armor forward, its eyes on the visor flashing slightly, and continued, arms outstretched:

"Actually, our current situations are quite similar..."

“Eddie, I know you were just kicked out of Nick Fury’s so-called classified program… Hmm, let me check, it’s called Project Insight, right?” “What a shame, he clearly underestimated your value and potential.”

It paused, seemingly admiring the sudden look of shock on Eddie Brock's face, or perhaps enjoying the unique pleasure of this information overload.

"As for me, not long ago, I caused a huge scene at the Avengers' party and left them a little 'souvenir'."

"I bet Tony Stark and his Avengers crew are frantically searching the world for me right now."

As they were speaking, the electronic eyes on the face of the Mark43 armor suddenly projected a beam of light, forming a holographic image on the open ground between the two.

The footage clearly recreates the chaotic scene that took place last night at Stark Tower, during a party – music, lights, laughter, and then suddenly, several of Stark Industries' Iron Legion robots went out of control, attacking the guests and causing chaos and panic.

Then came the scene of the Avengers members at the party taking action, and finally, Ultron stealing the Mark 43 armor and the entire Iron Legion and driving away.

The image finally settled on Tony Stark's face, contorted with shock and rage.

After playback ends, the image disappears.

'Ultron' controlled the armor, raised his hand and tapped 'his own' head, saying with no small amount of pride, "And this big toy is a trophy that I 'borrowed' from Tony Stark back then."

"So, now you should believe in my sincerity, right?!"

“You…” Eddie Brock stood there, his anger gone, replaced by an extremely complex and uncertain expression.

However, his vigilance did not diminish in the slightest.

The scene before my eyes was truly bizarre.

He had come to understand Nick Fury and Tony Stark's cunning firsthand during this time, to the point that he was now unsure whether this was a little trick they were deliberately putting on to extract secrets from him.

But at the same time, deep down he didn't want to miss out on this potential ally who could share his hatred of the enemy.

After all, the other party knew about the "Insight Project" and also knew that he had just been kicked out!

It's important to understand that this is not public information; it's top-secret information that even the Pentagon cannot access.

In particular, the "Insight Project" is highly classified. Even many Level 6 and 7 S.H.I.E.L.D. agents may not know the full picture, let alone the details of his departure as an "outsider".

This alone is enough to prove the strength of the guy in front of me who calls himself 'Ultron'.

To be able to silently infiltrate such a confidential database as S.H.I.E.L.D. without being detected... that in itself requires unimaginable hacking skills.

A crazy, seemingly impossible idea began to take root in his mind.

Could it be that... this AI that calls itself "Ultron" is really not on Tony Stark's side?

Is it really a 'rebel' like itself?
After a moment's hesitation, Eddie Brock finally spoke again, "What...what the hell are you?"

He stared at the Mark 43 armored vehicle opposite him. Although his voice remained cold, the murderous intent to attack had noticeably diminished in his eyes, replaced by a more inquisitive look. He couldn't help but ask:
"Are you sure it's not Tony Stark drinking somewhere in the shadows, remotely controlling this metal shell and messing with me?!"

"Oh, Eddie, I'm saying this one last time, please don't compare me to that arrogant jerk who loves to indulge in self-admiration, it's the greatest insult to me!!"

For the first time, the electronic synthesized voice of 'Ultron' showed a noticeable rise in pitch, filled with an emotion similar to 'dissatisfaction' and 'insult'.

Although the electronic synthesized voice and its mechanical body cannot fully express this dissatisfaction, it is still enough for people to easily distinguish it.

'Ultron' slowly spread his hands, making a gesture that was almost like a human expressing helplessness, but his tone carried an undisguised sense of superiority.

"You can think of me as an artificial intelligence, similar to that lousy butler [Jarvis] that Tony Stark has been using."

"But... I am more advanced, more perfect, more powerful, and also more... dangerous than [Jarvis]!!"

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, it deliberately emphasized the word 'danger'.

Before Eddie Brock could fully process the concept, Ultron abruptly changed the subject, and the crimson light shooting from the electronic eyes on his mask seemed to sharpen slightly, as if it could pierce through Eddie Brock's skin and flesh, and look directly into the secrets hidden deep within his soul.

“Eddie, Nick Fury kicked you out of Project Insight not because you weren’t good enough, quite the opposite… because of his stupidity and narrow-mindedness. He simply couldn’t see the enormous potential and value you possessed that could overturn everything.”

"In my opinion, he's as foolish as a blind man who's sitting on a gold mine but only recognizes coal!"

“You…” Eddie Block’s pupils contracted sharply. After hearing these obviously flattering words, he felt not the slightest bit happy, but rather an uncontrollable chill.

Ultron's words were like a precise key, instantly unlocking the deepest, most hidden secret treasure chest in Eddie Brock's heart.

A chill ran down his spine and up to his head.

For some reason, he always had the illusion that in front of this artificial intelligence called 'Ultron,' he was like someone had stripped off all his disguises, nakedly exposed under the searchlight, with no secrets left.

It was as if the other party had already seen through the biggest secret hidden within him... the secret about the [symbiote].

But, how is this possible? !
No, absolutely impossible!
There should be no third person in the world who knows those things except himself and that damned little spider Gwen Stacy.

"You, tell me..."

Eddie Brock tried to remain calm, but his voice had become unusually dry, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed an undisguised shock and murderous intent.

But before he could take action, he needed to figure out exactly what the other party knew.

He then cast an extremely dangerous glance at 'Ultron,' as if he would immediately lash out if the other's answer did not satisfy him, "What... exactly do you know?"

“Oh, Eddie…”

The synthesized electronic voice of 'Ultron' seemed to carry a hint of pleasure, as if it were enjoying a carefully prepared unveiling game, spreading its hands and not hiding its smugness in the tone.

"I know far more than you can imagine... enough to turn the world upside down!!"

(End of this chapter)