Chapter 115, Symbiote, Tyrant
In New York City, there are several cars parked in a dilapidated warehouse, and a group of gangsters with evil faces are waiting for something here.
The weather today was not very good. There were flashes of lightning from time to time in the thick night outside, accompanied by rumbles of thunder and non-stop heavy rain.
"Damn, why is the weather so bad today? If I had known, I would have traded on another day." In the middle car, the man sitting in the back seat smoked a cigar impatiently and cursed.
Although he looks a little fat, the scars on his fat face and the sinister eyes indicate that he is not a simple character.
Ma Zai, the co-pilot, heard his curse and turned around and asked: "Boss Bob, do you think that guy won't come today? It's raining so heavily outside." After hearing Ma Zai's words,
Bob Frowning, he kicked the back of the chair and scolded: "Shut your crow mouth, what will I eat if he doesn't come?" "
If people really don't come today, I will chop you up in a while, dog. You son of a bitch just say some depressing words."
Hearing Bob's curse, Ma Zai also knew that the boss was in a bad mood, so he shrank his head and did not dare to say anything more.
This ferocious fat man's name was Bob Allen, and people on the road called him Boar Bob, because although he looked a little fat, he was actually like a boar, very crazy and ferocious.
His most famous achievement was that he led a group of men to fight with another gang. They cut down the gang's territory from the east to the west and slaughtered them all. In just one battle, he became known as Wild Boar Bob. got up.
After that, he usurped the gang's territory, selling powder, liquor and women on the ground, making money very happily.
But recently he discovered a new profitable business, that is, eating black people.
When other people trade, they pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. When he trades, he points a gun at the other party and snatches the goods.
In this way, he not only got the goods without spending a penny, but also made a lot of money by selling the goods.
This makes a lot of money very quickly, and the only cost may be wasting some bullets.
Another disadvantage is that it may not be good for the gang's reputation if it spreads, but gang reputation is of little use to Bob.
Every time he makes a move, he will do it cleanly, minimizing the risk, and what if there is any news? He doesn't make money from this business anyway, and there are always those fools who will fall for it.
It is said that being in the underworld requires respecting rules and loyalty, but in Bob's opinion, those things are nonsense. In his opinion, no matter what you do, you just have to focus on profit.
Even if the previous fight between the two gangs comes out, they can still pretend to be brothers as long as their interests are in place.
This time his target is a group that has gained a lot of fame recently. The leader of this group has a very arrogant nickname called Tyrant.
They have expanded very rapidly during this period. They have goods in one hand and fists in the other. Both hands are very hard.
Good quality means that the powder they produce is of high quality and affordable, and they have quickly occupied a large market share.
Fist means that they are very strong. If they sell well, they will naturally have a lot of money. If they have money, their equipment will not be bad. And it is said that their members are not simple characters, they are either mercenaries or retired soldiers. The most important thing is that there are rumors that their leader tyrant is not an ordinary person, but a mutant with special abilities.
Bob has investigated these situations clearly, but he is not afraid.
He had gathered a lot of good guys this time, and the equipment in the car was definitely not bad, not only machine guns, but even a few rockets. He didn't believe they were all gangs. Even if their personnel were of high quality, how could they do it? Can handle this kind of firepower.
Even if the Marines came today, they would have to chip a few teeth, so Bob the Boar left his words here.
After waiting for a while, no one came. A somewhat irritated Bob kicked the back of the chair and said to Ma Zai in front of him: "Stand down and see what's going on. I'm really a crow's mouth. I won't let you get it right." "
Ma Zai scratched his head when he heard this. He just casually mentioned why the shit basin was still on his head.
Listening to Bob's urging, he had no choice but to take out the pistol from his waist, slowly walked out of the door of the abandoned warehouse, and looked through the rain curtain to see if anyone was coming.
Seeing Ma Zai obediently go down to check the situation, Bob opened the window and threw the cigar butt on the ground while staring at the door.
There is basically no light in the dark warehouse, only the lightning that lights up from time to time outside will provide some light.
About two or three minutes later, when lightning illuminated the warehouse again, Bob saw Ma Zi, who he had just ordered to go out to inquire about the situation, slowly walking back.
But the speed of his return was really slow, which made Bob really anxious.
After waiting for another minute, seeing that the other party had not come over yet, Bob opened the car door and walked out with a new cigar in his mouth.
The boss got out of the car, and a few horse boys from the nearby cars also got out. They all stood next to Bob with guns in hand, waiting for orders.
"You bitch, why are you teasing me? Can you hurry up and get over here?" Bob's temper was aggravated when he looked at Ma Zi, who was walking slower than a snail.
Just when he wanted to continue scolding the other party, the horse boy suddenly stood on the ground and stopped.
Several huge bolts of lightning lit up, followed by a loud roar.
With the light provided by these huge lightning bolts, Bob could see clearly that the horseman not far away was staring, his face was pale and frightened, and blood was still dripping from his body. When there was no light just now, Bob I thought it was rain.
The staring Ma Zai had lost the breath of life, but strangely his stomach was rising and falling as if there was something inside.
This strange scene made Bob a little stunned. The horses next to him also looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
"Plop!" The dead Ma Zai had a look of horror on his face, his eyes widened and he fell forward to the ground.
At this time, Bob and his men discovered that Ma Zai's body had been hollowed out from behind, and there was a person standing behind him, but he had been blocked from seeing it just now.
A man stood where Ma Zai fell. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, his brown hair was meticulously styled, and his beautiful blue eyes looked at the large group of people in front of him without any emotion, as if watching Like a bunch of dead people.
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses that were stained with a few drops of blood, then took out a small square towel and wiped them carefully.
"Why aren't you talking? Aren't you waiting for me? Why don't you say a word even though I'm here?" The man said softly while wiping his glasses.
"Tmd, are you the so-called tyrant? Didn't you agree to negotiate business? Why did you come here alone, without bringing any goods, and you fucked my little brother as soon as you arrived." Bob finally saw it. For someone who has experienced strong winds and waves, although the scene just now was strange, it did not affect him.
Listening to Bob's loud scolding, the boys next to him also came to their senses and tightened their grip on the guns in their hands.
Hearing Bob's scolding, the man put on his polished glasses and laughed softly: "How could I not know the name of Wild Boar Bob, a bastard who likes to take advantage of others?"
"Damn it, you know I'm a gangster and you still dare to come here alone, you're just looking for death."
Hearing that the man exposed his old man, Bob simply stopped pretending and shouted directly to the boy next to him: "If you have a guy, just do it. If you don't have a guy, use your guy to fuck this guy. Since you don't want to live, I'll satisfy you."
Some of the men holding pistols nearby also picked up their pistols after hearing this, preparing to shoot.
As a result, before they could raise their guns, the sharp black and red tentacles had already pierced their throats.
"What a bunch of disgusting guys." The man's beautiful blue eyes were full of disgust and coldness, and then he retracted these sharp tentacles.
"It's a bad smell. You people all have a disgusting smell in your blood." The man said while pushing up his glasses with his hand.
Wild Boar Bob was extremely shocked when he saw his little brother die suddenly. After being stunned for two seconds, he picked up a submachine gun from the car and shot at the man with an angry look on his face.
"Damn bastard! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Come on! Let me see how hard your bones are and how hard the bullet is!" Bob roared and pulled the trigger.
The huge gunshot and the bursting fire from the gun poured out Bob's anger. The other boys also reacted after this, retreated and distanced themselves, and then took out pistols or rifles from the car and fired bullets at the man.
The other two cavalrymen moved faster. They directly opened the cloth covering the dump truck next to them and controlled the machine guns to pour out bullets in large quantities.
"I know, the heads of these people are all yours, and the other internal organs are also yours." The man murmured to himself while moving his body in strange postures, not paying any attention to the overwhelming bullets.
Just when the bullet was about to hit the man, a black-red viscous liquid suddenly emerged from his body, wrapping him into a black-red monster with a bloody mouth.
This monster is more than two meters tall, but it is not as powerful and strong as Venom. Instead, it is slender and slender. It looks like it has long arms and legs, which makes it even more weird.
Countless bullets penetrated its body, but did not have any impact on it.
It moved quickly in the hail of bullets, its sharp and slender claws scratched the necks of these people, and bright red blood sprayed and danced in the air, smearing the entire warehouse floor in blood red.
The strong smell of blood rushed straight into Wild Boar Bob's nostrils. He kept aiming at the beating black and red figure with his submachine gun.
Every time lightning appeared, he would find that there were fewer and fewer people standing on the ground, and the black-red figure was getting closer and closer to him.
At this time, the contempt and madness were no longer in his eyes, replaced by the fear of the unknown and the worry of a serious threat to his life.
This symbiote is Tyrant, not Carnage. Carnage is blood red. Tyrant is an original symbiote, a descendant of Venom, and Carnage will appear later.
The tyrant's design is black and red, has a slender body, and likes to eat heads and internal organs. I wonder if anyone will remember who this person is after reading this chapter.
Some people may complain about the name Tyrant, but I think it's much better than the ones from Marvel that scream pain, whip, and howl.
(End of chapter)