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Chapter 102: Batman vs Venom
"GRAAAAH—"
Venom roared as it charged toward FEAST Center's direction.
Its body flew through the air. Occasionally, thick black tendrils shot from its shoulders, hands, or back, tips splitting and hardening into countless barbs before slamming deep into concrete walls with brutal force.
Stone exploded. That abnormally robust pitch-black body was yanked forward by momentum.
Wherever Venom passed, extinguished lights blazed to life from tremendous commotion. People rubbing sleepy eyes peering from windows glimpsed only a black figure rapidly receding into distance.
Eddie Brock's heart was nearly consumed entirely by hatred. After the symbiote possessed him, the Venom he'd become transformed this hatred into savagery and madness.
From Kosciuszko Bridge straight toward FEAST Center, Venom maintained perfectly linear trajectory regardless of obstacles ahead—whether high-rises or streets.
It even chose directly penetrating through an office building, emerging from the opposite wall within breaths, leaving shattered glass curtain walls scattered behind.
FEAST Center's nights always blazed with light.
Its occupants reversed day and night schedules—idle during daytime, evenings spent inside the center listening to Martin Li's various speeches and reassurances.
However, Martin Li wasn't currently present. Ten minutes ago, he'd told center occupants he had urgent business requiring temporary departure.
Center members—comprising homeless, beggars, illegal immigrants, unemployed vagrants, various groups—hadn't dispersed despite Martin Li's temporary absence.
They'd long grown accustomed to staying awake all night, currently occupying their respective positions engaged in whispered conversations.
Eddie Brock's seat sat empty. Several unemployed vagrants sitting nearby whispered:
"Where's Eddie?"
"He hasn't shown up all evening. Maybe he left?"
"Good riddance. Past few days sitting beside me, I didn't dare make eye contact... his gaze was terrifying."
"Yeah..."
BOOM!
Mid-conversation, FEAST Center's roof suddenly erupted with tremendous impact—like something massive had crashed onto it.
The roof of this former clothing store converted into a welfare center immediately developed dense cracks. Dust and debris rained down.
"What was that sound?" Someone looked up fearfully at the roof.
Nobody could answer. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances—nobody knew what had landed on the roof.
"Maaarrrtiiiin..."
A sound emerged—like damaged vocal cords still forcing out deep voice.
The person nearest the window mustered courage to open it. Before he could extend his head outside, a black head appeared hanging inverted beside the window—eyes twisted bizarrely toward sides and upward, mouth full of sharp fangs, long tongue dangling.
"Oh, brains."
Venom grabbed this homeless man, stuffed his head into its maw with a crunch, then tossed the headless corpse aside before descending from the roof through the window into FEAST Center's interior.
"RAAAGH—Where is Martin?"
Venom's voice seemed intent on vomiting all malice. It watched the roomful of people completely panicked by its intrusion, scattering in terror, and roared.
"He's not here?" Venom's long tongue swung across its chest leisurely. "Then destroy his welfare center until he appears!"
Center members' screams and Venom's roars alternated, echoing through the night sky.
Several blocks from FEAST Center in a dead-end alley, Mr. Negative hung up his phone, looking grimly at Schulman:
"This is your plan? Lure me away while someone destroys my welfare center?"
Schulman's terrified expression carried bewilderment: "What welfare center?"
Mr. Negative stepped forward, one hand violently lifting Schulman while the other searched his body.
Soon, with Mr. Negative deliberately investigating, he extracted a listening device from a gap in Schulman's collar, plus a small device Mr. Negative didn't recognize from his belt.
Moments later, Mr. Negative held four listening devices and five micro-tracking devices total.
Crack!
Mr. Negative crushed the nine differently styled small devices together, glaring at Schulman with a sinister smile:
"You were used, Schulman."
"Batman made you bait to lure me out while he personally went to FEAST for destruction."
The phone call came from a FEAST Center staff member—also one of Mr. Negative's trusted confidants.
According to the confidant's description, what invaded FEAST Center was an immensely powerful monster conducting indiscriminate destruction—quite possibly the "Batman" recently causing commotion throughout New York.
"Batman?" Schulman completely panicked. He knew best whether he'd cooperated with Batman.
Heaven knew—since Batman captured him last night, Batman had spoken fewer than five sentences total to him.
Tonight he'd simply been grabbed and thrown out.
He might have been used, but absolutely hadn't cooperated with Batman. Schulman hurriedly explained:
"I... perhaps you're right, I was indeed used by him, but I truly haven't cooperated with Batman, Mr. Negative!"
"Spare my life! The value I can provide far exceeds the loss from killing me—please!"
He feared saying anything slowly would result in merciless death from Mr. Negative.
Mr. Negative watched Schulman coldly without speaking, then turned and rushed urgently toward his FEAST Center.
Schulman sighed in relief. He'd survived—Mr. Negative still needed his technical abilities.
Until this moment, neither Schulman nor Mr. Negative discovered another listening device still hidden beneath Schulman's zipper, transmitting all heard information to Batman's Arkham suit.
"FEAST?"
Redirecting course, rushing rapidly toward Martin Li's FEAST Center, Batman mentally organized just-intercepted information.
"Listening devices left at the welfare center captured no Martin Li voice. Just now Mr. Negative's conversation with Schulman explicitly mentioned FEAST Center."
"Mr. Negative is Martin Li's alternate identity. But who's currently conducting destruction at the welfare center?"
Batman knew tonight likely meant another difficult battle. His enemies included not only Mr. Negative but another unknown entity.
The new Batmobile hadn't been assembled yet. Batman currently advanced at full speed, exhaustively trained body and Peter Parker's enhanced physiology pushing over two hundred twenty kilometers per hour toward Queens.
Because Batman maintained perfectly linear trajectory, he arrived even faster than Mr. Negative, who was only several blocks from FEAST Center.
Venom was conducting mad destruction inside the welfare center. Batman didn't choose hiding in shadows for gradual observation.
Seeing that black figure over two meters tall from distance, he chose maintaining high-speed forward momentum while raising his elbow—like an overspeeding vehicle, he slammed directly into it.
DUD—CRASH!!
After tremendous muffled impact, Batman and Venom smashed together through the welfare center wall with undiminished momentum, tumbling far into a garden behind the center.
"RAAAAGH—"
With unsettling low growls, Batman saw a monster completely different from Hulk or Professor Lizard slowly rising from the ground.
A gaping maw splitting to the ears displayed rows of sharp fangs. Massive hollow pure-white eyes appeared grotesquely distorted. An abnormally long tongue dripping with saliva hung from between lethal teeth, currently swaying slightly in the air.