"Remote." The leader issued the order again.
While they weren't used to using technological weapons in combat, that didn't mean they'd completely abandoned them. Some of their weaker subordinates were often equipped with firearms, or perhaps possessed unique long-range attack methods unique to the ninja organization, such as shuriken. Since it was difficult to decide whether to advance or retreat, they might as well try to eliminate the Hanged Man in the deep corridor from a distance.
Hearing the leader's order, a row of ninjas stood up.
Black square darts were caught between his fingers and thrown towards the hanged man deep in the corridor.
Dozens of darts whistled through the air, scattering densely at the Hanged Man at speeds barely visible to the naked eye. These darts, imbued with a strange force through special throwing techniques, were no less lethal than bullets at short and medium ranges, and even more threatening. And they were sufficiently concealable.
However, what greeted them was the furious roar of the Hanged Man in the corridor ahead. A raging mental storm surged forward with the Hanged Man's roar. The darts in the air were swept away by the seemingly tangible mental fluctuations the moment they came into contact with the mental storm.
Of the dozen or so ninjas who had stepped out in the front row, nearly ten at the very front, their heads instantly exploded, vanishing in smoke like their fallen comrades. The rest instantly collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. They convulsed like they were epileptic, foaming at the mouth, their eyes losing focus and vitality, as if they had become idiots.
Even though the leader, standing farther away, was swept by the aftermath of the mental storm, his vision went black, his brain churning like a red-hot iron. His mind went blank for several seconds before he slowly regained some sense of reason. Even after regaining consciousness, even though he had felt a greater and more dangerous power, a hint of fear in his eyes filled the air as he looked at the Hanged Man in the corridor.
The enemy seemed to possess a terrifying ability to influence and control people's emotions. If you had even the slightest vulnerability in your mind, they would exploit it like a demon, then snowball into your power. Ultimately, driven by extreme fear or uncontrolled rage, they would indiscriminately attack everyone around them. Even more problematic, the mental storm they had just unleashed was clearly a genuine shockwave, capable of deflecting and affecting the trajectory of physical weapons.
"Hack the laboratory's system, take over again and disable its security system." The leader retreated a distance again, wiped off the two streaks of blood flowing from under his nose, and used the communicator to contact the organization members outside the laboratory who were proficient in hacking technology.
There was silence on the communicator.
No response.
The leader's heart sank. They were able to enter and arrive here because the hacker group had quietly hacked into Heybollen's intelligent system and obtained the design drawings of Heybollen's laboratory. The process didn't take long, and everything went smoothly. But now, these accidents clearly made the leader aware of something unusual and a strong sense of crisis!
As the intruders retreated back to the entrance, the leader tentatively entered the password they had used to enter before, but there was no response.
Suddenly, a ball of black liquid, like sand soaked in glue, dragged black silk threads and dripped silently from the ceiling like an assassin, directly covering the head and face of a ninja who felt something was wrong and looked up at the ceiling.
The invaders who saw this scene dispersed, leaving a two-meter-diameter open space. The center of the circle was the ninja wrapped in black liquid. The ninja reached out in fear and pulled at the black liquid on his body. However, even if he used all his strength, he could only pull the liquid out like a thread.
A flash of white blade whizzed through the air, slicing the black liquid into several pieces. The leader, holding his long sword, gazed coldly at his subordinates who suddenly screamed in agony, his heart numbing. It was just a lab at a tech company, yet there were such mysterious and bizarre things everywhere? The hanged figure at the end of the corridor had already caused discomfort and fear, and now there was a mass of liquid of unknown composition that looked like a living thing.
The knife light cut the black liquid into several parts, but in the next moment, as if the black liquid was angered, its expansion speed suddenly became so fast that it was hard to react. A layer of black substance wrapped up the screaming ninja, his body, and the sound of his screams.
"It hurts! Let me eat you!" A black monster stood within the encirclement, its huge, dark maw gaping open as it gazed with envy at the twenty or so men in black. As a symbiote, it hadn't been out and about in a long time. While the treatment at Hebron was better than at S.H.I.E.L.D., Luke had more rules and punishments.
When he first arrived, he certainly wanted to rebel and at least fight for some status and power, but after being educated by An Jing, Venom, and even Little Hab and Mister, he became very clear about his own status and class.
Without a doubt the bottom.
The kind without human rights.
This time, having been allowed out for some fresh air, he naturally wanted to perform well and vent his pent-up anger. If he performed well, he might even be rewarded with some Soul Crystal fragments. He wasn't a complete foodie like An Jing, but the fact that Soul Crystals could increase his strength still made him covetous. When Venom first arrived, beating him up required some effort, but now, it was like a father beating his son.
What if An Jing gets in the way? Beat him up! What if An Jing steals your food? Beat him up and steal his rations! What if Little Habu sets your organization on fire? Beat him up! What if Luke cuts off a part of your organization and you're too angry to say anything? Beat him up again!
Eating, sleeping and beating up his minions—this is Venom's daily routine in the laboratory.
He has been beaten to the point of losing his temper.
Even when he was being beaten to the point of doubting his life, he actually missed the days of being studied at S.H.I.E.L.D. Although those days were painful, at least he had a few unfortunate people to keep him company, instead of him being the only one bearing the unbearable burden now.
"Can I bite off your head?" Another glob of sticky liquid dripped down, a milky white liquid like milk. After landing, it pounced directly on the nearest intruder, almost instantly invading the other's body.
The leading invader looked at the white monster that possessed his subordinate and looked at him with ill intentions, tightly gripped the long knife in his hand, and called upon the power of a certain existence in his body.