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"But My Lord, you can rest assured that no one knows the true identities of those socialites except for me. I promise you, there will absolutely be no next time. Please, just give me one last chance!"
Deehar's voice trembled like a lonely bird shivering in the cold night. Her lifted body dared not struggle in the slightest, fearing that this subtle movement would enrage the terrifying 'Master' before her.
Hearing Deehar's explanation, Eddie Brock's gaze was cold, like two sharp daggers, staring directly at her, as if scrutinizing a lamb awaiting slaughter. With just a slight movement, he could bite off her head and end her humble life.
Time seemed to briefly freeze at that moment.
However, a moment later, the killing intent in Eddie Brock's eyes gradually receded, like a receding tide.
Considering that it was indeed a time when manpower was needed, every bit of strength was crucial.
And this woman, despite having made an unforgivable mistake, her ability to win people over had indeed played a huge role in previous operations.
Furthermore, she was an extremely fanatical believer, with her faith in the Dark Church deeply ingrained. Losing such a talent would undoubtedly be a significant loss to his plans.
So, after some internal deliberation, Eddie Brock finally decided to give her one last chance.
"Thud—"
As Eddie Brock's large hand suddenly released, Deehar, who had been held tightly in mid-air with her feet dangling, instantly fell to the ground like a broken puppet.
Her body collided heavily with the cold floor, emitting a dull thud.
Deehar gasped for air, her chest heaving violently, like a survivor who had trekked through the desert for a long time, on the verge of death, and finally found a water source, greedily breathing the long-lost, putrid air.
Her throat made a hoarse, rasping sound from the recent compression, and each breath was accompanied by a sharp pain, but she had no complaints about it. Instead, like a tamed, incredibly loyal hound, she quickly adjusted her posture and prostrated herself at Eddie Brock's feet with a look of fanaticism and gratitude.
Her forehead was pressed tightly against the ground, her body trembling slightly, not daring to show any slack, as if expressing her most devout loyalty to the 'Master' before her.
Eddie Brock spoke coldly, "Find out as soon as possible who else participated in this rescue operation besides Spider-Woman… Spider-Woman alone absolutely cannot defeat so many Symbiote Warriors at the same time."
As he spoke, he leaned down slightly, his gaze falling on Deehar, who was prostrate at his feet, and said word by word:
"Remember, if you can't make up for your mistakes this time, then we'll settle all accounts, old and new… I don't think you'd want to know what that experience is like!"
A simple sentence, yet it made Deehar feel an extremely strong sense of oppression, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her. So she quickly nodded and said, "Yes, please rest assured, My Lord, I will definitely not disappoint you."
Watching Deehar quickly depart, Eddie Brock's brow involuntarily furrowed into a deep 'Sichuan' character. For some reason, he always had a bad premonition, as if something bad was about to happen.
This premonition was like an invisible thorn, pricking at his heart, making him feel vaguely uneasy.
However, as long as Spider-Woman's teammates were not from the Hyperspace Group, he had nothing to fear.
After all, with his current strength, dealing with a few street heroes was more than enough!
Thinking of this, Eddie Brock's lips curled upwards again, once more revealing a confident yet slightly arrogant smile.
Considering that the police were now targeting the Dark Church, although they failed to capture Deehar, they had learned part of his upcoming plan from Misty Knight, which made Eddie Brock feel unprecedented pressure.
He knew that once the police launched an in-depth investigation, it would inevitably hinder his plans.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Eddie Brock decided to keep a low profile for the time being.
He planned to expand his influence and extend his reach to higher echelons after this period of intense scrutiny passed.
He then turned his gaze to the gigantic Beacon Tree not far away.
In the gloom, the huge "Beacon Tree," flickering with eerie light, resembled a mysterious and evil totem.
However, when he saw the hungry Symbiote Warriors gathered beneath the giant tree, waiting to 'pay tribute,' his brows couldn't help but furrow again.
Those ravenous Symbiote Warriors, like hungry Beasts, needed to constantly consume human brains every day to become stronger.
This would undoubtedly greatly increase the risk of exposure.
But the problem was, this was an unchangeable characteristic of all Symbiotes; even he, a Void Knight personally bestowed by Knull, couldn't stop it!
Damn it, this is truly a headache!!
Eddie Brock shook his head helplessly, his heart filled with entanglement and struggle.
At this moment, he could only place all his hopes on the two 'decoys' he had sent out earlier, hoping they could attract as much attention from others as possible, thereby creating more time for development!
…
In an alley behind a certain nightclub in New York.
Cletus Kasady, who had once called himself Carnage in front of Eddie Brock, now wore a manic and unrestrained smile on his lips, his eyes gleaming with madness and excitement, as he unhurriedly buttoned up a newly stolen floral shirt.
Not far behind him, a gruesome corpse lay sprawled on the ground.
The corpse's head and spine had been cruelly eaten, and the remaining blood spread across the ground, forming a dark red pool, emitting a nauseating fishy smell.
Cletus Kasady's original orange prison uniform, marked with the Ravencroft Prison logo, was haphazardly discarded next to the corpse.
After tidying his clothes, Cletus Kasady swaggered onto the street.
Despite the frequent attacks recently, and the shadow of fear looming like dark clouds over the city, there were still many daring and fearless young people on the street.
Escorted by fully armed bodyguards, they laughed and played as they headed to nightclubs for fun.
The bodyguards, dressed in black suits, had serious expressions, their eyes vigilantly scanning their surroundings, their hands tightly gripping their weapons, ready to respond to any sudden incident.
However, these young people seemed to have their eyes blinded by desire, turning a blind eye to the potential dangers.
After all, good advice is wasted on those destined to die!
The police officers patrolling the streets occasionally brushed past these people, only shaking their heads helplessly, saying nothing more.
They knew that in this crazy city, some people were destined to pay the price for their foolishness.
"Wow, what a cool sports car, I love it!!"
Cletus Kasady's gaze was suddenly drawn to a red convertible sports car that had just pulled over by the roadside. Like a pirate who had discovered treasure, his eyes immediately lit up.
Without thinking, he walked straight towards the sports car.
At this moment, the middle-aged man driving the sports car was proudly embracing the accompanying blonde beauty as they walked into the nightclub.
His face was filled with a dissolute smile, and his eyes were full of arrogance towards money and pleasure.
Without looking back, he tossed the car keys to the young attendant waiting nearby, his movements Chic and somewhat casual, as if showing off his wealth and status to this lower-class young man.
The car keys drew a beautiful parabola in mid-air, but just as they were about to fall into the young attendant's palm, a crimson tentacle shot out like lightning, precisely catching the car keys in mid-air. Then, like a flexible snake, it handed the car keys to Cletus Kasady.
Cletus Kasady said to his Symbiote, Carnage: "Oh yeah, Carnage, now let's embark on a spontaneous adventure!"
Then he flipped into the driver's seat and started the sports car with the key.
As the engine started, a low, powerful roar sounded, like the roar of a Beast.
He stomped on the accelerator…
"Boom boom—"
Amidst a deafening roar of the engine, the tires of the red convertible sports car rubbed violently against the ground, emitting a piercing sound, and then shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.
"Stop, sir, please stop quickly, or I'll call the police… You damn thief!!"
The young attendant responsible for parking the car now woke up as if from a dream, realizing what had happened. He hurriedly chased after the car in a panic, shouting loudly at Cletus Kasady in the sports car from afar.
If this sports car were stolen while under his care, not only would he certainly lose his well-paying job, but he would also likely be blamed by the car owner afterwards.
His heart was filled with regret, regretting why he hadn't been more vigilant just now.
However, in just a moment of distraction, the sports car had already driven a hundred meters away.
Cletus Kasady, driving the car, completely ignored what kind of punishment the poor young man would receive afterwards, not even bothering to look back, and sped all the way towards the mental hospital where his girlfriend, Francis Barrison, was confined.
Days ago, during an outing to 'hunt' humans, he had already used Carnage's ability to infiltrate networks to find the secret mental hospital where his girlfriend was confined from the police intranet.
At that time, he had already decided to rescue her.
"Kasady, we need to find a way to get rid of the Void Knight so that we can replace him and welcome the arrival of Knull as heroes!"
Carnage's small head poked out from behind Cletus Kasady, speaking with a serious expression.
"Exactly, that's what I want too. I've had enough of that cowardly guy…"
Cletus Kasady deeply agreed, "But it's not time yet. Our strength is still very weak. You have to help me find what I've lost first. Once we have help, we can cause a big stir!!"
Clearly, the 'lost things' and 'helpers' that Cletus Kasady referred to were both his girlfriend, Francis Barrison.
The other party was not an ordinary mental patient, but a super-powered, mentally ill patient who could release ultrasonic waves!
Before her capture, outsiders called her Scream!
Once her ability was unleashed, it could generate powerful destructive force, plunging everything around into chaos.
However, although Francis Barrison possessed superpowers, she was not a Mutant, otherwise she would never have lived to this day.
Her superpowers came from drugs!
Yes, you read that right, in America, if you are 'lucky' enough, even drug use can turn you into a super-powered individual!
It's that magical.
After all… God Bless America!!
"No problem, it's a deal."
Carnage readily accepted his host's proposal. After all, as long as it could eat and kill to its heart's content, it didn't really matter what Cletus Kasady wanted to do.
…
San Quentin Mental Hospital.
A female Doctor, over fifty years old, with her silver hair meticulously combed, dressed in a brand-new white lab coat, walked straight through a corridor lined with special cells like a prison.
The corridor was lined with special cells on both sides, housing special prisoners that the authorities did not want the outside world to know about.
Finally, she stopped in front of a cell that had been specially soundproofed.
The thick, heavy cell door was cold and solid, like an insurmountable barrier.
She slightly raised her hand and gently pressed the communication button on the side of the cell door. Through the glass window at the top, she spoke to a Pirate woman with dreadlocks, who was sitting in a special tempered glass isolation booth less than 4 square meters, reading a newspaper:
"Francis, I heard from the medical staff that you haven't been eating well these past few days?"
"What, you're not still fantasizing that your missing boyfriend will come here to rescue you, are you?"
"Child, don't be silly. First of all, we don't even know if your boyfriend is still alive… Even if he successfully escaped from Ravencroft Prison, that doesn't mean he can find this place."
"For special prisoners like you, the government always declares them dead to the outside world, so… you'd best not get your hopes up too soon. You're not going anywhere."
The white-haired female Doctor's voice was clearly transmitted into the isolation booth through the internal communication device.
Francis Barrison, who had been sitting on the bed reading the newspaper, immediately stood up in anger upon hearing this. She walked to a metal keyboard placed in the corner, her fingers rapidly pressing keys. A word immediately appeared on the display outside the cell: Screw You (Dead Bitch)!!