Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

If this was a normal smell of blood, it would be fine. This strong smell of blood also had a strange smell that made Fisk feel extremely dizzy and extremely unpleasant. Especially the sweet smell, a bit like the smell of cologne... Fisk always hated that smell.

That smell always made him feel very sick.

The temperature here is also very low.

It looks like the central air conditioning is turned on.

The air you breathe out carries with it a dazzling white airflow.

But there was no sound of cold wind whistling overhead.

The lights in the entire basement were turned off.

Only the emergency lights were still flashing.

However, for large and complex laboratories.

Such a weak light is obviously not of much use.

But such an environment is nothing to Fisker.

Fisk carried the axe and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

He could feel something watching him in the darkness.

But Fisk didn't care at all.

Only the weak will spy and attack.

He continued walking forward and came to the door of a huge laboratory.

Just as he was about to push the door open, a powerful force attacked him from behind and slammed him against the wall.

Fisk put his hands hard on the wall to steady himself.

Then he swung the axe and chopped behind him, without slowing down at all.

But, surprisingly, Fisk missed.

The strong black shadow behind him quickly floated away into the distance.

It's Carlton Drake.

But now it should be called a riot.

Fisk looked the guy over.

Riot's body is tall and twisted. Its body seems to be flowing ink, constantly twisting and changing. It has no fixed shape, but is full of threat and power.

The surface of the riot has irregular bumps and depressions, like a face twisted in pain, struggling to break free in the darkness. Its edges constantly extend sharp tentacles, which are like black lightning, fast and deadly, and can pierce the enemy's body in an instant.

Its eyes, or the part that was flashing with strange light, was pure white, but faintly one could see some striking red, like a burning flame filled with endless madness and murderous intent.

However, if you look closely, you will find that there is more animality in those white eyes.

A thing that only wild animals have.

"Are you, Riot?" Fisk looked at this thing and recognized Riot's iconic silver-gray slime at a glance. It looked very similar to black, but was actually silver-gray, just a much darker tone.

"Do you know me?" came Carlton Drake's puzzled voice.

The voice is not just Carlton Drake's voice, but also a voice that sounds relatively neutral...or a female voice.

Fisk took a step forward and saw three culture tanks placed almost together not far away. Three of them were empty and had been cleaned, but the last tank contained light black mucus.

"Where are your other brothers and sisters?" Fisk wanted to find out the whereabouts of the symbiote, but at this moment, Riot rushed over and didn't want to chat with Fisk anymore.

"That's really rude, but it doesn't matter, I'll know in a moment."

Fisk rushed towards Riot without hesitation. The ground beneath his feet was crushed into countless pieces of rubble, which splashed around. The moment he approached, Riot stretched out several tentacles as thick as pythons. These tentacles hardened quickly and seemed to have turned into sharp spears, attacking Fisk at an astonishing speed.

Fisk dodged the tentacles' attack by moving sideways, while swinging the axe in his hand and chopped at the tentacles fiercely. The chainsaw axe and the tentacles chopped together, and the soft tentacles hardened in an instant. The sound of steel clashing continued to ring out.

Riot was extremely powerful and was not at all inferior to Fisk. He swung his tentacles violently and knocked Fisk back several meters. Fisk's feet kept moving backwards on the ground and he seemed to be at a disadvantage, but he rushed up again after a moment of pause.

Riot realized that he was no match for Fisk, so he suddenly opened his big mouth. The mucus all over his body kept twitching and splitting. His saw-like teeth were extremely creepy, and he actually wanted to swallow Fisk in one bite.

Fister faced the opponent's big mouth, but he did not dodge or evade, but suddenly a dazzling flame burned all over his body.

The communists are not only afraid of the cold, but also of fire and noise. It can be said that they seem to have no weaknesses, but in fact they have weaknesses everywhere and are easily targeted.

Faced with the sudden flames, Riot screamed, he suddenly retracted his head, and his big mouth full of sharp teeth closed.

However, his two arms hardened rapidly and turned into sharp swords.

This creature comes from alien space.

It is really too strange that one can actually transform one's body into metal and steel. It simply violates the laws of physics.

However, the chainsaw axe in Fisk's hand was also specially forged. It was many times harder than the previous one and was simply not something that Riot's physical weapons could cut off. The clanging sounds continued, and the sparks of the collision flew all over the sky like raindrops. Two new arms grew out of Riot's body, sprang out from his ribs, and the strong arms continued to hit Fisk's body, and the sound of dong dong dong rang one after another.

It's like the battle between two armies in ancient times.

The beating of drums when two armies are fighting.

But what made Riot despair was that his fists were useless when they landed on Fisk. What was more important was that Fisk's body was still burning with flames at this moment. Every time he hit him, he would feel a burning sensation like a needle spreading through his body.

He failed to hurt the enemy at all, but he himself suffered a thousand casualties.

"Damn this guy!"

Riot was a little overwhelmed, and Carlton Drake was even more desperate. At this moment, as Riot's host, Carlton Drake and Riot were in tune with each other.

He could sense what Riot was thinking.

Riot could sense what Carlton Drake was thinking.

The riots were scared.

This alien creature has a natural fear of fire.

More importantly, facing an opponent whose defense could not be broken through at all, Riot's beast-like instinct told him that the best option now was to escape.

But Carlton Drake had no intention of escaping.

He liked the feeling of gaining power and he didn't think he was weaker than Fisk.

He also couldn't believe that after pursuing power for so long, he couldn't defeat a human being.

Fisk didn't know about the game between Carlton Drake and Riot. He reached out and grabbed Riot's body, pinched the sharp sticky black liquid with his palm, pressed it to the ground with force, and kicked Riot's head hard with both feet. Riot's body shook slightly, but he quickly recovered and launched a more fierce attack again. More arms grew out of his body. Because he had eaten a lot of vampires before, Riot had enough energy to fight.

The tentacles lashed the ground like whips, breaking the bricks on the ground and raising tiny stone fragments and dust, making the already poorly visible battlefield even more chaotic. Fisk shuttled through the dust, looking for flaws in the riot, his whole body still ablaze.

Suddenly, he found that Riot's movements seemed to be a little slow, as if he was exhausted. Fisk no longer hesitated, and suddenly threw away the chainsaw axe in his hand, and then hugged Riot tightly.

The next second, the flame burned rapidly.

The black slime on Riot's body was like glue and would catch fire at the slightest touch.

Like fuel, flames immediately enveloped the bodies of the two men, the scorching heat ignited everything around them, and Riot screamed.

He wanted to break away, but Carlton Drake was unwilling to leave. He continued to swing his sharp sword arm, trying to break through Fisk's skin that could be wrapped in flames.

But the sharp palm only left a sharp, harsh, dull friction sound on the skin.

Otherwise, nothing can be left.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?" Carlton Drake roared. A feeling of powerlessness enveloped his whole body. He finally felt scared, but he had completely lost the chance to escape from here.

Feeling my body being cooked bit by bit by the deadly heat.

Carlton Drake's consciousness gradually began to blur.

Suddenly, he felt his body suddenly lighten, and then he fell heavily to the ground. The next second, he saw the black slime, and it pounced on Fisk. The flames were still burning, and Riot's screams continued to sound, but Riot clung to Fisk's body and was unwilling to leave. She was frantically looking for any place she could get into.

In the flames, her volume was constantly evaporating, getting smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It is estimated that it will not take too long before it is completely evaporated by the flames.

At this moment, a neutral voice suddenly entered Fisk's ears: "I surrender, don't burn me to death!" Fisk turned his head and found a thumb-sized head dangling beside his ear. He frowned and said, "You can speak even when you are not in a host?"

Riot quickly rushed into Fisk's ears. Her voice became clearer. It was no longer just a neutral voice full of magnetism. Instead, it completely turned into a gentle female voice. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean to be your enemy. I just want to survive, that's all."

"Are you a female?"

"There is no distinction between male and female symbiotes. We are both father and mother, and we reproduce asexually. However, if you wish... I can always keep my current voice and current form." Riot's voice was full of begging.

Fisk's fire died out.

To be honest, he was quite interested in this kind of symbiote.

If negotiation is possible, maybe we can have a chat. There is no need to kill them all.

Chapter 139: Making a fortune.

Carlton Drake struggled to his feet.

He looked at the scene in front of him with some disbelief. He saw Riot, who was always showing off his power and domineering in front of him, eating people like swallowing candy beans, but at this moment, he was like an obedient puppy, trying to please Fisk.

It even states that it can exist in the voice and form of a woman.

This made Carlton Drake feel like he had eaten shit.

Carlton Drake is Riot's nominal father.

It was he who brought Riot back from outer space, when it was still very weak.

Carlton Drake treats him like his own son.

Even in the face of those powerful original vampires, Carlton Drake finally saved the riot, but let them take away other symbiotes.

And the cannibalistic riot also successfully chose Carlton Drake.

This made Carlton Drake extremely happy and delighted.

At the same time, I also enjoy the increase in strength.

But at this moment, Carlton Drake didn't have time to enjoy it for too long, as he saw Riot abandon him and throw himself into Fisk's arms. It felt like the goddess he had been pursuing for many years was pried away by someone else.

This feeling made him very painful and angry.

He reached out to grab Riot, to regain control of him.

Fisk saw it but did not stop it.

This made Carlton Drake happy, and he was ready to turn around and run away immediately after gaining control of the riot. He couldn't beat Fisk, but he still had the backing of those powerful vampire ancestors. Not far from here was the port, where a small submarine was parked and ready to go. As long as he could escape there, no matter how strong Fisk was, he couldn't ignore the tremendous pressure of the sea water, and then he could escape calmly.