Spider-Man's jumping ability was already strong, but now with the addition of the Symbiote and lightning stimulating his leg activity, Lock's jumping power became even more astounding, leaping hundreds of meters high and thousands of meters far!
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This isn't Spider-Man anymore; this is clearly Grasshopper-Man!
This time, Lock didn't even use his Silk. He simply bounced off the tree canopy dozens of times in succession and reached the place where Bullseye had parked the helicopter.
Watching Lock descend from the sky like a bolt of purple lightning, Bullseye, who was smoking on the helipad, was momentarily stunned.
What the hell is this guy?
Did he switch professions to become Thor?
And didn't this guy go out wearing the red and black spider suit earlier?
Why has it changed into a silver-gray spider suit now?
If it weren't for that unique height and perfect physique, and the fact that the suit's appearance hadn't changed—only its color—Bullseye would have doubted if the person was even Lock!
Facing a confused Bullseye, Lock had no intention of explaining. Instead, he sat directly in the helicopter.
The silver-gray spider suit on his body flowed like liquid, actually transforming into a set of loose, pure black casual clothes!
This was naturally the Symbiote's unique mimicry ability.
It could not only turn into a spider suit but also into any style of clothing.
Because Riot had absorbed the other two Symbiotes and gained a massive power boost, its mimicry colors were no longer limited to its own silver and gray; it could mimic any color.
For example, the pure black color it didn't originally have.
Bullseye watched this, dumbfounded, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you buy that suit?"
Lock, half-reclined in the helicopter seat, opened one eye halfway and glanced at Bullseye. Being in a good mood, he asked with a smile:
"Why? Do you want to buy one too?"
Bullseye nodded. Who wouldn't want a suit that can change shape?
That way, wouldn't he be able to stop buying new clothes in the future?
But Lock's next words dispelled Bullseye's thought of buying one:
"The suit costs ten million dollars, and the monthly maintenance fee requires at least ten heads like yours. Do you still want it?"
Bullseye:?
"Never mind, pretend I didn't ask."
After speaking, Bullseye walked into the cockpit with a dark expression, started the helicopter, and took off.
Ten million?
His monthly base salary was only damn well one hundred thousand, and with mission bonuses, it was only about two hundred thousand a month. He would have to go without eating or drinking for years to afford such a suit. He'd have to be insane to spend ten million dollars on a piece of clothing!
This kind of 'good stuff' should be left for a rich sucker like Lock!
As for Lock's claim that the monthly maintenance required ten heads like his, Bullseye didn't take it to heart.
In his view, it was nothing more than Lock mocking him by saying his head wasn't worth much—that a single garment's monthly maintenance required ten of his heads.
Compared to Lock's combat power when he first arrived, this mockery didn't even cause a ripple in Bullseye's heart.
However, what Bullseye didn't know was that Lock's mention of ten heads a month wasn't a metaphor, but a literal statement.
The Symbiote's food source is the Phenethylamine secreted in the human brain. If Lock didn't want to be sucked dry by the Symbiote himself, he indeed had to feed it human heads every month.
However, Lock didn't care about this mere'side effect' at all.
New York, as the Marvel version of Gotham, lacked many things, but lively 'chocolates' were definitely in ample supply... It had been less than an hour since Lock acquired the Symbiote, and by the time he returned to New York, it was only around two in the morning.
On the way back from Fisk Tower, Lock didn't choose to swing back quickly with Silk. Instead, he deliberately walked through the secluded alleys of Hell's Kitchen. Hell's Kitchen + Night + Alleys = Getting Mugged.
Under this absolute formula, Lock let Riot have a good meal.
Lock only wandered around Hell's Kitchen for ten minutes, and he almost stuffed Riot to death!
It had never fought such an affluent battle in its life!
In the past, which of its hosts didn't find its brain-eating behavior disgusting? Where would it find a host like Loc,k, who proactively took it to a brain-eating feast!
This host not only had a perfect constitution but a perfect personality as well!
This made Riot feel even more that choosing Lock was an incredibly correct decision!
So, full and satisfied, Riot fell into a deep sleep inside Lock's body... Meanwhile, Venom in the containment tube was so envious that tears were flowing from its mouth. Lock could even hear the gurgling sounds coming from Venom's stomach in the tube... But since Venom wasn't bonded to him, and to prevent it from taking the chance to bond with some 'chocolate' and escape, Lock didn't let it have a fresh 'chocolate' feast. He simply bought a bunch of industrial chocolate from a store to feed Venom.
After all, besides 'chocolates', actual chocolate also contains some Phenethylamine. Although the quality and taste weren't as good as living 'chocolates', it could barely provide the nutrition Venom needed.
By the time Lock got home, it was almost three in the morning. To Lock's surprise, when he opened his room, Gwen was actually sleeping in his bed instead of going home.
Upon asking the groggy Gwen, he learned that she had already checked in with her family, and staying at the Parker Family home had her parents' consent.
This surprised Lock quite a bit.
Had Gwen's somewhat old-fashioned police chief father undergone a personality change?
To actually let his precious daughter spend the night at another man's house... It seemed that almost dying at the hands of the Lizard Professor last time had indeed caused quite a change in Chief Stacy's mindset... And since Gwen was here today, Lock's night naturally wouldn't be so monotonous.
After washing up, Lock went from sleeping alone in the past to... sleeping while holding the petite Gwen... What else? It's so late, what did you think would happen?
Pah, lewd!
The next day, when Lock and Gwen came out of the room, Gwen was rubbing her cheeks and glaring at Lock with a resentful gaze... After eating breakfast, Lock drove Gwen home.
It was one thing to stay at Lock's house on Christmas Day, but it would be unjustifiable not to send her back the next day.
After dropping off Gwen, Lock also went to pick up the off-road Jeep Wrangler that Gwen had picked out for him last time.
After he ordered this thing last time, it had to be transported from another city. By the time the car arrived, he had been in Afghanistan and hadn't had time to drive it.
Now that he had some time, he went to pick it up on the way.
After returning home, because he had a new car more suited to his size, Lock gave the Audi R8 that Kingpin had given him to Peter to drive.
Although Peter was now Spider-Man, and swinging through the city was much more efficient than driving.
But then again, what man could refuse an Audi R8?
So Peter was incredibly excited. As soon as he got the car keys, he couldn't wait to rush out the door and go for a spin in his R8.
Lock even saw Peter stop at Mary Jane's house next door to pick her up as well...
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