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Chapter 183 My Name—Riot

Beneath a nature park in Washington, D.C., Doctor Octopus has stopped experimenting on the symbiote, because it's pointless.

To some extent, he had begun to doubt the very existence of a symbiote capable of perfect fusion. But Spider-Man's existence overturned his thoughts once again. Spider-Man was able to perfectly fuse with the stolen symbiote, Number One, and displayed unprecedented power. Coupled with his meddlesome nature and the connection between that spider and Osborn, he had to consider the possibility that Spider-Man might interfere when he sought revenge against Norman Osborn.

Therefore, collecting combat data on Spider-Man fused with the symbiote has become the most urgent task. The problem is, however, there doesn't seem to be a powerful enough opponent to push Spider-Man to his limits. Of course, researching weapons to combat the symbiote is another option, but having both options is the safest approach.

The question is, how exactly did Spider-Man manage to combine so perfectly with the symbiote?

Octavia's first thought was Spider-Man's powerful vitality or his spider serum, but unfortunately, even using cyborgs provided by the US military or unfinished soldiers from Viper Security's "Savage Force" program, he still failed.

In other words, the problem is not with vitality.

So, how did Spider-Man do it?
Otto Octavia pondered for a long time, even forcing himself to think from the perspective of a good guy like Spider-Man, and finally came to a possible conclusion. Finally, this weekend, he closed the laboratory and released the most powerful and active black sample among the five symbiotes, locking it together with a new test subject, waiting for the other to briefly coexist with the test subject.

But after this symbiosis, Otto did not take samples for analysis. Instead, he turned on his megaphone, came to the culture chamber, and looked at the viscous creature in front of him.

“I reviewed the military’s previous experimental data and discovered a problem. They never seemed to regard you and your kind as truly intelligent beings, nor did they consider you to be intelligent. Instead, they considered you as inferior beings. But now it seems that this may not be the case.”

Otto adjusted his glasses with his tentacle, then looked at the symbiote, which seemed incorrigible, still sticking out its tongue and pretending to be just an ordinary monster. Without further ado, Otto placed his phone against the incubation chamber, which was playing footage of Spider-Man using the symbiote to wipe out all the Viper Security Company's armed personnel in one fell swoop.

As expected, the monster actually took action. Looking at the images on the screen, it not only demonstrated its ability to observe, but also actually spoke in human language: "Traitor."

"You...you can speak?"

"He can speak, I'm just controlling him. You're trying to enslave us, but we already have a master." The pure black symbiote said, extending its tentacles and sticking to the cultivation chamber. It vibrated rapidly, and the incredibly sturdy transparent protective shield shattered instantly, allowing the symbiote to emerge.

“You…you can always come out.”

"Of course, but there's no need."

The black symbiote walked up to the jar containing several other symbiotes, and was about to reach out when it suddenly realized something, turned around, and stuck out its tongue at Doctor Octopus. He could sense that this person was intelligent, but intelligence was never important; the most crucial thing was that this person seemed to genuinely understand how to deal with him.

"Hmph, perhaps you are quite clever."

"I don't understand why you don't choose to leave here. What are you planning to do?"

"We will be affected by the first host!" the symbiote roared, explaining its reason: "According to your human calculations, 48 ​​hours. If we coexist with a human for 48 hours, our personality and way of thinking will be affected. And we will be most affected by the first host who exceeds this time."

"Look at the kind of hosts you've found for me: scum, villains, trash, and even cripples."

Doctor Octopus finally understood why the symbiote was unwilling to combine with the experimental subject, and even frequently killed the host: because the host was not qualified.

Otto fell silent. “However, you might be an exception… We are not only influenced by the host, but we also greatly amplify the host’s desires, turning what he usually wants to do but dares not do into action.” The symbiote licked its lips: “I understand what you want. You want powerful warriors, don’t you? I can satisfy you, as long as you provide a suitable host.”

However, after providing a host, it's not so clear whether the super soldier becomes one of these symbiotes or the actual soldier.

The military certainly doesn't want ambitious alien beings who aren't of their kind, but rather super soldiers who obey orders, like Spider-Man.

Sigh, how come Spider-Man fits the perfect template for the Super Soldier project so perfectly?

but……

“I can’t be sure if I can really trust you. This room is equipped with a high-frequency sonic transmitter and a flamethrower. I’m not afraid of you either.” Otto adjusted his glasses with his tentacles. “You need to prove your worth.”

The symbiote thought for a few seconds, then smiled: "How do you prove it?"

"Help me test Spider-Man's fighting abilities, the guy I just showed you."

The symbiote paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. Doctor Octopus frowned. Was this really that funny?

“Even if you don’t tell me, I will still kill that traitor. They betrayed our master.”

As the symbiote spoke, it reached out and took the test tube containing the green and red symbiotes, then handed it to Doctor Octopus with two fingers supporting it.

"Take him with you, prepare a suitable host for him, and he will take care of that traitor."

Doctor Octopus stared at him for a long time before taking the test tube and casually asking, "So, what should I call you? After all, you are both symbiotes."

“The one you’re holding is called Whiplash,” the symbiote said, pointing to the red test tube. “This one will be called Devour, and this purple one will be called Extremism.”

"Only one left," the symbiote said, taking out a test tube as it prepared to abandon the body. However, before leaving, it licked its lips and uttered the name it had given itself.

"My name is—Riot."

After saying that, the test subject's head was bitten off and disappeared, leaving only the riot stuffed into a test tube.

Otto had finished tidying up the laboratory when he saw a piece of intelligence from the US military system.

Spider-Man also happened to be in Washington.

　The Baidu Baike entry for the four mixed-race brothers translates them as "riot," "devour," and "extreme," but when it comes to Lasher, it's translated as "whip," which clearly disrupts the formation. It's better to translate it as "whipping."
　　
　
(End of this chapter)