Chapter 325 24 The Passing Super Symbiote Just Wanted to Have a Meal, What's Wrong with It?

Chapter 325 24. The passing super symbiote just wants to have a meal, what’s wrong with it?

"Mason, what should we do? Should we retreat? Or fight?"

After the Blue Beetle's on-site situation assessment information was conveyed to the teammates, everyone felt that it was difficult.

Faced with the inquiry from Barbara, the "second person" of Team K at this time, Mason thought for a moment and then issued an order to the team members suspended in the air:

"Although Hammerfell is a chaotic place, you can't ignore it once you encounter it. Barbara, release drones to guide the locals away from the preset war zone.

The Kryptonian team stepped forward and used heat ray attacks to attract the target's attention. Bizarro was ready to take a deep breath!

Firestorm! It immediately enters the combined state. With the super size of this thing and the health bar that is so thick that we can't even imagine it, it is difficult to expel it from the outside through conventional methods, so we must risk a central flowering.

It's up to you to shoot the arrow into its heart! "

The captain calmly instructed:

"I need you to complete a high-energy nuclear explosion of yours when necessary."

"You mean, let me jump into this thing's belly?"

Firestorm turned into a ball of flying fireballs and flashed back and forth in the sky, shouting:

"I think there's something wrong with your plan! Professor Stein told me that with the super digestive ability that this weird creature may have, I will be digested within ten seconds without protection!"

"Be confident, Jax."

Faced with the team members' rebuttal, Mason corrected him very academically and gently:

"Based on my previous research on the symbiote's super appetite, it won't take ten seconds for it to digest you, but as long as you master the perfect timing, you won't be hurt.

This thing is weak to fire and sound.

Although it has evolved for unknown reasons, it is obviously not yet completely immune, so Jacks and Professor Stein.

Be bold, you are its natural enemy! "

"I'm not showing off my abilities, but I can actually transform into an alien sonic gun."

When Blue Beetle heard Mason encouraging Firestorm, he immediately used every opportunity to tactfully express his idea that he could help, but was ignored by all his teammates.

Want to help?

Let's rely on our own efforts to crack the "baby safety mode" set by Doctor Octopus on the Scarab weapon system. After all, an alien armor that can turn against it and get out of control at any time on the battlefield is no less than a time bomb.

"action!"

Mason gave an order, and the male and female supermen wearing Isu suits immediately stepped forward.

They shot out scorching eye rays with great bravery, and the four red lights cut and burned on the giant symbiote under the crack, causing the symbiote, which only had a lot of "delicious" eyes, to feel pain.

This guy grew a ferocious face from the center of his body in a weird way, biting the sky fiercely.

The face was like a black head with white eye spots, a big mouth full of bloody teeth and a scarlet tongue covered in mucus. It was exactly like the nightmare-inducing face of normal venom after being magnified ten times. Effect.

This thing howled and bit at the two supermen, but it obviously couldn't keep up with Superman's rapid movement without the "help of thinking" from its host, and could only be thrown around.

However, the terrifying power of its super huge body turned this mindless attack into a disaster.

The collisions and tears were like the brewing movement of an eight-magnitude earthquake.

"That's venom!"

At this moment, Hawkeye finally recovered.

He and Old Wolf squeezed in Harley's car and looked this way, then waved to Mason and shouted:

"That's the crazy Venom who fought with Ghost Rider in San Francisco and destroyed it. I heard that guy ate a third of the people in San Francisco. Kill him, Mason!

Use flame!

It's afraid of fire! "

"Anyone who has read basic comics knows that Venom is afraid of fire, but how many people can use this to deal with it? Everyone in the Bat Family knows that a weakness that can be exploited is a real weakness.

A weakness that cannot be grasped is called a trap. "

Mason complained.

Of course, he was not just fishing. Barbara had delegated some of the drone control authority to him, and Mason was now using the Flame Engineering bomb in his bag to lay out a safety line.

In the distance behind him was a large group of evacuating Hammerfell residents.

Just because the venom in front of you can maintain its existence without a host doesn't mean that it doesn't need a host. Once this big guy is anxious and his IQ returns, and he attaches himself to someone casually, it will be difficult for Team K's hunting to be effective.

It must be resolved quickly.

"Well, 15 seconds will solve the problem."

Mason looked at his watch, set a countdown, and then activated the Speed ​​Force ring again. The chaotic crowd behind him was instantly reduced by dozens. Super speed is a magical skill for transferring innocent people when a crisis occurs.

And 15 seconds is the longest time that Mason can maintain the speed force at one time. This is much more powerful than the first 3 seconds. Although he is usually very busy with skills, he also secretly exercises in private.

While Mason was transferring the citizens of Hammerfell, the giant Venom, which was constantly being restrained by Zod and Kara, finally became impatient and began to use more power from its body to attack them.

This scene is like the mythical "Hydra" awakening.

Those black mud-like symbionts threw out tentacles, and at the top of each tentacle was a large face plate of venom.

Kara flew too low and was almost hit. At the critical moment, Zod punched the Kryptonian girl and sent her flying, but he himself was trapped by several symbiote tentacles.

This thing is not a general entity!

The characteristics of the liquid make it difficult to break it by brute force, and once a symbiote of this size is attached, even a Kryptonian will be parasitized quickly.

Seeing that Zod was about to be surrounded, the alien demon Superman who had been accumulating power according to Mason's request finally appeared. This savage guy rushed over and knocked his friend away. The lung tube that maintained the "deep breath" power accumulation was about to be suffocated, making his chest circumference three circles larger out of thin air.

But the effect of holding breath is super good.

At the moment when the symbiote surrounded him, the terrifying fire breath spewed out of Bizarro's mouth.

Just like the legendary dragon breath technique, the temperature around it rose by more than ten degrees in an instant.

As the Demon Superman shook his head left and right without any instruction, the continuous high-temperature flames burned all the tentacles of the symbiote below into smelly flying ashes.

"Ah! Bizarro is the worst!!!"

Amid the flying ashes and the screams of the giant Venom, Bizarro, who was smug and a little dizzy because he held his breath for too long, stood with his hands on his waist, bathing in the ashes like a victorious hero.

He asked Zod and Kara who flew to his side:

"Do you think I'm a waste? I'm Mason's worst enemy!"

"Uh"

Zod gave a thumbs up in silence with a calm face.

And Kara obviously couldn't accept Bizarro's upside-down speaking mode. At this moment, although there were many complaints, she could only learn from the black Superman to give a thumbs up to the demon.

But the battle is not over yet.

Bizarro's "super deep breath" burned one-fifth of the giant Venom's body, but the symbiote obviously does not have the concept of "battle damage".

The collapse of the body only made it feel threatened and that the enemy was not easy to deal with, so it changed its tactics and drilled deep into the ground.

"Firestorm! What the hell are you waiting for?"

With Mason not around, "Batman" Barbara Gordon was naturally in charge of supervising the battle.

Batgirl saw that everyone else had completed their tasks, and only Firestorm, who was used as a weapon to defeat the enemy, had not yet taken action, and immediately shouted in the communication:

"Go up! It's going to run away!"

"This is a bet that if you win, everything will be fine, and if you lose, everything will be over. You have to make me prepare myself mentally"

Firestorm, whose head was on fire, complained.

But as a football player, Little Black Jacks did not lack courage. Seeing that the silly Superman, who had always looked down on him, was so powerful, he would definitely be looked down upon if he didn't show it.

"Professor! Let's go!"

Jacks pounced on the giant Venom that was moving its body and drilling into the ground below, and said in his mind:

"I hope the explosion model you just designed is correct. Whether we can come back depends on your scientific literacy."

"You naughty kid! Just follow the steps I gave you to detonate it!"

Professor Stein scolded in Firestorm's mind:

"Never question a researcher's scientific literacy. Detonate and prepare! Three, two, one ignition!"

"BOOM!!!"

——

"BOOM!!!"

The huge shock caused by the explosion exploded deep in the desert of Nevada. Mason, who was transferring people at superluminal speed, stopped and looked back.

The small mushroom cloud behind him was really spectacular.

It was really safe to have a superpower who could rub nuclear bombs in the team. The most rare thing was that Firestorm's ability was not a one-time thing.

Such an explosion was not based on the consumption of his own energy. It was just the practice of the atomic energy knowledge that Professor Martin Stein had mastered through his lifelong cultivation in the field of high-energy physics.

The saying that knowledge is power is fully reflected in Firestorm.

Many superheroes have the ability to control atoms, but there are still only a handful of people who can easily achieve such strong destructive power.

"Barbara, report the situation."

After waiting patiently for a few minutes, the interfered communication returned to normal again. Mason asked a question, and a few seconds later, Batgirl's steady voice came:

"Jacks survived! Professor Stein survived! The operation was a great victory! The body of Giant Venom has been burned clean, wait a minute, there are still some scattered symbiote residues moving around.

Mason, your efforts to capture it alive have failed."

"No, Barbara, you still know too little about creatures like symbiotes."

Mason shook his head and replied:

"For them, one is all. Even if only a drop of debris is left, it is only a few bowls of rice away from the full power. Monitor there and wait for me to come back."

"No need, Mason. The explosion of the firestorm flattened this ruined city. There is nothing left here. After Blue Beetle collects the symbiote residue, we will go to your place to meet up.

Call over."

Mason nodded at Barbara's suggestion. He was a little tired after running back and forth hundreds of times in the short time just now. Now he simply sat on the stone at the edge of the desert to rest.

Across from Mason were more than a thousand wastelanders he brought out of the town. These guys were dressed in strange shapes and didn't look like good people. Especially everyone carried weapons, which showed that the local people were tough.

But they didn't dare to be disrespectful to the tired young man in front of them.

After all, even the worst guys can see that if there is no such person in front of them, the nuclear explosion just now would be enough to bury them all in the razed city. If Hammerfall can be called a city.

Some smart guys gathered together, and finally chose a guy who was good at speaking to Mason and whispered to him flatteringly:

"Sir, I dare to ask you if you need servants."

"Hmm?"

Mason glanced at him, and the inquiring look was immediately caught, so the slick fat man rubbed his hands and said:

"The powerful figures in this wasteland need servants, and the citizens of Hammerfall are unwilling to succumb to the Ghost Riders"

"The Ghost Riders are gone."

Mason patted his bag, and the Ghost Motorcycle was released beside him. The burning wheels and the roar of the replaced engine made this guy choke and speechless.

He looked at Mason with more awe and said:

"You are almost as powerful as the Avengers in the pre-war legend, but our city has been destroyed, and the weapons we hid have also perished. Please have mercy on us who have nowhere to go.

If you just leave us here, we will be in a dilemma of killing each other in a few days."

This was a plea without any rhetoric, but it was loyal enough. Mason glanced at the people in front of him, rubbed his chin and thought for a while, and said:

"It's not impossible. My factory does lack some hard-working workers. I can afford hundreds of people. Leave your weapons and wait for recruitment.

Go tell them.

Those who don't want to go with me can leave now."

Mason waved his hand and ignored these wastelanders.

The fat man went back excitedly to convey the good news to his companions. In today's wasteland, following a strong and rising boss with a discerning eye is definitely the first guarantee of survival.

But not everyone is willing to follow Mason, a guy of unknown origin.

So when the K team arrived, there were only more than 400 people left waiting to be recruited, and most of them were old, young, women and children, who were "worthless" in the wasteland.

But Mason was not picky.

He didn't really want to dominate the wasteland, so he took his magic box back from the old wolf and gave it to Harley, asking her to complete the recruitment work with Blue Beetle and Zod.

Mason himself took the biological storage tank handed over by Barbara, which contained a large group of sick black symbiotes.

"Look, this Venom is sick, not as good as us."

He said maliciously, then twisted the tank open and put his left hand in.

Originally, seeing the white fingers reaching in, the somewhat mentally abnormal wasteland giant Venom was happy to want to have a meal, but before it could act, the black death sword battle suit covering Mason's wrist swooshed all over Mason's five fingers.

Under Mason's gaze, the venom in the jar that was ready to go had an obvious "pause" and "shock" movement at this moment, and then it screamed and hid at the bottom of the jar like a little girl who saw a pervert.

The Black Death Sword Suit on Mason's finger stretched out its tentacles like a bully, and pierced into the body of the wasteland venom mercilessly.

It was like a milkshake.

It took only two or three mouthfuls to suck up four-fifths of a large pile of wasteland venom, and even burped comfortably.

But it still left a little bit.

"Enough, the rest is for you. It will fight the weak enemies."

The Black Death Sword Suit turned back into a tattoo on the wrist, lazily sent a message to Mason, and maliciously added a "good" praise at the end of the voice.

This made Mason's expression instantly weird.

Well.

It seems that this is the "final solution" of the Black Death Sword Suit for its unwillingness to help Mason participate in the battle without divinity.

It still didn't want to waste its power on meaningless enemies, but Mason could get this group of Wasteland Venom, which was much stronger than ordinary symbiotes.

This uncle "outsourced" the dirty work he didn't want to do.

The best thing is that Wasteland Venom didn't dare to go against its wishes at all, and had to thank the boss for sparing his life.

In this way, the Black Death Sword was very satisfied, and Wasteland Venom didn't dare to be dissatisfied. Although Mason's opinion was not very important, Black Death Sword did give him a new plan after all.

Both the host and the guests were happy!

This operation is six.

"You are a programmer symbiote from an Indian software company, right? Are you such a dog?"

Mason, who understood everything, cursed:

"Do you really think I'm a rag picker? I have the Fenrir armor, do I still need a group of useless symbiotes to help me fight? The opponent that the Fenrir armor can't solve, can the venom solve it?

You are really a master of pretending to be confused!"