American comics: Intercepting the female superhero, the symbiote is invincible

Of course, Ron didn't like Mary Jane's personality; he only intended to ask her for a small favor this time...

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rustling...

Mary Jane turned on the tap, intending to wash her face and refresh herself.

But at the very moment he lowered his head...

She saw in the mirror that there seemed to be a figure behind her...

"Well!"

Before she could react, a large hand tightly covered her mouth.

"Don't shout, and I won't hurt you."

“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Mary Jane nodded quickly.

This sobered her up considerably, even more so than washing her face.

Seeing that she was so sensible, Ron leaned close to her ear again and whispered his request in a hoarse voice: "..."

Mary Jane's pupils contracted slightly upon hearing this, but she gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.

This is nothing to her.

"Don't worry, I won't let you help me for nothing."

Ron released her and patted her on the shoulder: "There will be some money transferred to you from an anonymous account afterward."

Mary Jane felt much better after hearing this, as she was indeed short of money recently.

Thinking.

She knelt down voluntarily.

Ron tidied her disheveled hair, then pressed her head down!

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Osborne Building, biological research area.

swoosh————

A phantom flashed by.

A touch of snow-white is mixed in with the black.

Felicia jumped down from the ventilation duct and knocked a researcher unconscious with a single blow.

then.

She moved like a wolf among sheep, taking down everyone in the laboratory one by one, except for one supervisor wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The girl pulled out a page of document, compared it with her own, and sneered at him, "Charlie Viskin? So you were hiding here!"

Charlie Weiss King realized something was wrong, slumped to the ground, and kicked his legs as he slowly backed away!

"I...I'm not Weiskin! You've mistaken me for someone else!!"

Felicia ignored his explanation, a cold glint flashing in her blue eyes: "Traitor!"

Sizzle! ————!

The claws left a trail of blood in the air.

Viskin's throat was instantly ripped open, and blood spurted out like a jet, staining his white coat red.

boom....

The man lay on the ground, his eyes vacant.

The girl ignored him.

She walked to the main computer, plugged in a black USB drive, and began loading and destroying data.

at the same time.

Alarms blared in the research area, and fully armed guards quickly assembled, blocking all exits of the laboratory.

Felicia remained calm and went to the main gate alone, facing a group of Osborne guards.

"Black Cat! Drop your weapon!!"

A dense cluster of red dots appeared on the girl's body. The guards would not hesitate to open fire at the slightest movement from her.

Felicia spread her hands, a bewitching smile playing on her bright red lips: "I don't have any weapons~"

The guards exchanged glances, and several of them cautiously stepped forward with their guns, intending to capture the notorious thief with the bounty on his head.

however.

They had only taken a few steps forward.

A black tide surged around the girl.

The symbiote enveloped her in an instant.

"Fire!!" The guards reacted quickly and immediately unleashed their firepower.

But when metal bullets hit the symbiote, they were easily deflected, just like rubber bullets hitting leather...

Sizzle!!

Felicia swung her hand back.

The black liquid on his arm condensed into a sharp long blade, instantly slicing the people in front of him in half at the waist...

"Monster! The 'Black Cat' is a monster!!"

The guards panicked and retreated hastily, causing the encirclement to loosen considerably.

But Felicia didn't rush to break through. Instead, her eyes held a slightly sickly look as she said, "...I am the weapon, a weapon that belongs only to him..."

The girl's voice was no longer as alluring and clear as before, but rather deep and husky, with a muffled echo.

Click....

Finally, one of the guards couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer and threw down his weapon to flee.

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Chapter 9 Green Symbiote, Mary Jane Cries in Desperation

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[Concentration 90%...]

[Concentration 180%...]

[Concentration 260%...]

Ron leaned against the bathroom wall and comfortably closed his eyes.

Compared to Felicia, who had received professional guidance from Ms. Madeline, Mary Jane was much more inexperienced and was clearly using this method for the first time.

Also.

Harry, still dead drunk on the sofa, hadn't even managed to kiss her.

And now, the red-haired stunner is not far from this young master...

That's a plus.

Therefore, the concentration of phenylethylamine increased relatively quickly, soon reaching the standard for manufacturing symbionts.

[Concentration 310%...]

[Phenylacetamine content exceeds the standard.....]

[Symbiote Synthesis.....]

The area where I felt the gushing sensation this time was my left hand.

One is born, the second is cooked.

Ron immediately pulled his hand out from between the red threads, raised his left hand, and consumed the excess phenylethylamine in his body.

Soon, two green symbiotes wriggled and formed, appearing in his palm.

Become!

emmmm.....

But why are these two green?

Ron found the colors of the two symbiotes a bit odd.

However, considering that symbiotes come in all sorts of colors, he didn't dwell on the issue.

More than appearance.

Ron was more concerned about the gender of the two symbiotes.

Based on the previous one, the symbiote he created should only be able to possess targets of the same sex.

Therefore, he immediately sensed the information of the two green symbiotes—

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Symbiote Name: Symbiote No. 2

Sex: male

Host restriction: Male

Replication capability: None

...

Symbiote Name: Symbiote No. 3

Gender: Female

Host restriction: Female

Replication capability: None

...

very good!

One of them is male!

Then the plan works!

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In a state of excitement.

Ron also came to the end of his reflections on life...

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"Cough cough!"

There was a cough.

Hearing the voice, Harry Osborne called out in confusion, "Jane, are you alright? Why did it take so long?"

"I'm fine, Harry."

Mary Jane came out of the bathroom, adjusted her collar, and explained with a flushed face, "I just drank too much and threw up for a while... I rinsed my mouth while I was at it."

"Oh, my sweetheart."

Harry Osborne got up from the sofa, sauntered over to her, and said flippantly, "Rinsing your mouth on purpose, are you getting ready to kiss me?"

Normally, the self-assured young master Osborne would never have spoken like that.