California.
"Boss, I think you should take a look at this." Snooker sent a message to Luke, along with a video file. Luke, far away in New York, saw Snooker's message in his study and opened the video file he had sent him.
The video was shaky. A man rushed out of the Life Foundation laboratory, displayed incredible athleticism and destructive power while being pursued by a group of armed security guards. Just as the security guards were about to catch up with him, he suddenly disappeared from the screen. Then, not long after, the man reappeared in the frame.
At the top of a tree several dozen meters high, he was holding onto a branch, waiting for the security below to disperse.
Luke rewound the video several times, finally stopping on the man's face.
"White Queen." Luke called softly.
"Please give your orders." The White Queen's voice sounded in front of Luke's screen.
"Search for all the information on this man and pass it to Snoke." Luke ordered.
As Luke spoke, the virtual screen in front of him instantly split into many small screens, each of which had a face similar to this man. Then, after comparison and authentication, the information was locked, as well as examples that could be found on the Internet. After evaluating the authenticity, it was packaged and compressed in front of Luke and sent to Snooker in California in Heybollen's encrypted format.
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The sky brightened.
Eddie Brock returned home exhausted. He'd felt nothing but excitement throughout his journey, a true risk of his life gathering intelligence. When the gunfire rang out and several jungle vehicles chased him, he almost thought he'd never make it back. Though physically exhausted, his spirits were remarkably high, and he also felt a pang of extreme hunger.
As he ascended the stairs, he remembered to call his partner, Dr. Dora Scholes, to let her know he was safe. Unfortunately, the call didn't go through, so he had to leave a message. So, Eddie left a message with his next thoughts and told her to call him when she got back so they could work on the next step together.
Eddie left a message expressing his thoughts while unlocking his door with his key. Once the door opened, he walked into his room, eagerly opening the refrigerator and pulling out all the food he had stored. After hanging up the phone, he began a frenzy of eating. He felt as if he had been starving for days. His stomach rumbled violently, and the hunger made him instinctively stuff every piece of food in sight into his mouth, swallowing it without even chewing. He even dug out the half-eaten roast chicken that had been thrown in the trash bag the day before and devoured it completely.
When Eddie finally woke up from the hunger that completely dominated him, he was faced with a messy house, food packaging bags scattered everywhere, and a man with a stern expression sitting on the sofa.
"Who are you?" Eddie Brock, who was still in a trance, suddenly became sober and alert when he saw a strange man appear in his house.
"I mean no harm, Mr. Bullock." Snook stood up from the sofa and took two steps back. "I'm here to help you."
"I don't think someone who enters someone else's house without permission would have any malicious intent." Eddie said in disbelief, "Who are you? What do you want from me? Did that Carlton Drake send you here?"
"If Mr. Drake knew you had taken his most valuable possession, he wouldn't have just sent one person. After entering the room, he wouldn't have done anything to you while you were unconscious. He certainly wouldn't have spoken to you in a gentle manner like I did." Snooker shrugged. "He would most likely have his men come to you with guns drawn."
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense here. You'd better leave my room immediately, otherwise I will call the police." Eddie said angrily as he looked at Snooker, who was a head taller than him.
"Don't you want to know what's happening to your body? Don't you want to know what's causing your abnormality?" Snooker didn't provoke Eddie. As he reached the door, he turned around and peppered the still wary Eddie with two questions. "Your problem is serious, Mr. Brock. I reiterate, I mean no harm, but am here to help you."
"Do you know what causes these abnormalities in my body?" Eddie asked skeptically.
"Symbiote!" Snoke didn't waste any words and gave an answer that made Eddie look confused at first, and then suddenly enlightened.
"The alien visitors brought back by Drake's company?" Eddie remembered the popular science Dr. Dora gave him.
"See, you're not completely clueless." Snooker saw that Eddie was eager to talk, so he stopped for a moment and stood by the door. "They're a parasite. They need the support of other organisms to achieve symbiosis with them in order to be complete. But this kind of parasitism isn't without danger."
"I'm sorry, I still can't believe you. Besides, I feel fine now." Eddie didn't know why he blurted out these words.
"It's okay, trust can be built little by little. Before I leave, can I ask you a question?" Snooker said.
"You ask." Seeing that Snooker was so easy to talk to, Eddie let down his guard.
"Was it Dr. Dora Scoles who brought you into the Life Foundation?"
Snooker's question immediately made Eddie alert again: "Why do you ask this?"
"This issue concerns the safety of your collaborator. You didn't think that the disturbance you caused at the Life Foundation last night wouldn't cause any trouble for your collaborator, did you? With Mr. Drake's methods, your collaborator is bound to be exposed, and it won't be long. What do you think will be the fate of your collaborator?"
Will he be taken to the police station? I think this is a relatively gentle approach. What about something more extreme? Will he harm your collaborator? Will your collaborator encounter any accidents? Snooker whispered to Eddie, "Tell me, I and the power behind me can protect her, but we have to be quick!"
Eddie Brock's mind immediately flashed back to the atrocities he had witnessed at the Life Foundation, as well as the test subjects he had seen lose their lives in the lab that morning. He shuddered and looked at Snoke, "You know a lot. It's her. If you want to build trust with me, then ensure her safety first."
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Life Foundation.
Dr. Dora's heart pounded as she watched a message pop up on her phone.
"Dr. Dora, your act of helping Eddie Brock enter the Life Foundation is about to be discovered. Please find a way to leave the Life Foundation as soon as possible. We will take you away. Note: This is a plea from Mr. Eddie Brock."