89 Trash Card Synthesis!

In the predominantly dark chamber, strands of lights in different colors outlined one glass isolation room after another, lending the place a distinctly alien air of advanced technology.

When Joss first saw this scene in the Venom film, he had found it rather amusing. It felt as though he had truly stepped aboard an extraterrestrial ship; very science-fiction indeed.

But after actually walking in here now, he discovered that the designer of this place must have had something seriously wrong with his head.

Just look at the thing they called design—was it even practical?

It was arranged like some giant nightclub; if someone put on a hit parade song, the whole place could start swaying on the spot. Could we please be a little more professional about being villains?

And for the most important, most cutting-edge symbiote parasitic laboratory, this place was somehow a total no-name product: no security personnel, no surveillance footage, no hidden traps.

What an embarrassment to villains. Dr. Drake, you ought to leave the group.

Still, whatever the case, Joss was at least grateful to him right now, and even wanted to give him a thumbs-up.

After all, with security like this, Joss could carry out his work with complete ease, without first having to deal with a bunch of blind fools.

He was not Eddie, that lunatic. In a place like this, he naturally proceeded with utmost caution. Even though there was no apparent danger, he had no intention of alerting anyone—he simply held up his phone and filmed in silence.

“Come to think of it, I wonder if the suit I asked Tony to make is finished yet? He has all sorts of flashy gear when he shoots his own videos, and I’m still here using some cheap old phone like a clueless amateur. It’s kind of annoying.”

While recording the situation inside the laboratory, he idly mocked himself. Before long, Joss had successfully gathered a dossier of the Life Foundation’s crimes.

The living, the dead, the possessed, the fallen symbiotes... everything of every sort was recorded by Joss, then packed up and sent to Natasha.

Compared with Eddie’s foolish idea of finding some newspaper and hoping they would run an article, Joss chose a path that left the Life Foundation no room to turn the situation around.

What could be more forceful than an official announcement from the Avengers?

Not to mention some little Life Foundation; even a stronger organization than them would invite suspicion from the public after such a disclosure, whether or not there had actually been any problem. And the Life Foundation was already deeply suspect to begin with.

After completing the task of revealing the truth, Joss fell into thought again.

Within this mission, exposing the true face of the Life Foundation was merely an extra reward. The real test was not killing anyone.

If Joss were the kind of person who took things as they came and was satisfied with a mere taste, then there would be no problem: slip in quietly, collect the evidence, and slip out quietly, and all would be well.

But he did not merely want to complete one task. He intended to take all three optional tasks in one sweep. How could he leave now?

Yet the first and second tasks seemed to be in natural conflict. Once the symbiotes were released, they would inevitably cause heavy casualties, and there would be very few points left for the second task.

If he wanted the second task to succeed perfectly, then clearly leaving these symbiotes untouched seemed to be the correct choice.

“This is a bit troublesome...”

Joss rested a hand on his chin and looked at the multicolored symbiotes, finding the matter somewhat difficult for the moment. But soon his brow eased again.

“Still, the system clearly set these two tasks up to contradict each other. Why should I agonize over it? As long as I can profit as much as possible, that’s enough.”

Although he possessed no wisdom beyond that of ordinary men, Joss had one fine quality: a good mindset.

He had already experienced transmigration; how could his mindset be bad?

To gain it was fortune, to lose it was fate. In any case, he would do his best to achieve the optimum outcome; as for what the end result might be, that was not something he should fret over.

Even so, while saying this, Joss had already thought of a plan that might work.

In the comics, Hybrid is one of the super-heroes formed from the union of Venom’s four offspring. Unlike ordinary symbiotes, this one is not only powerful, but also possesses an almost saintly heart. Unfortunately, in the film world, it did not even have a single hair on its legs yet.

Joss’s idea was simple: forge this big shot in advance, then let him lead the symbiote army out to make trouble, while Joss calmly sat back and reaped the rewards.

Indeed, in days of old there were legends of a thousand poisons refined into a gu race; now there was a nest of symbiotes combined into Hybrid.

Whether it would succeed would be up to heaven’s decree. If it succeeded, splendid—tonight he would go to the Stark residence for dinner. If it failed, tonight he would still go to the Stark residence for dinner.

In any case, even if Hybrid failed to emerge, it would not matter. When the main mission was nearly complete, Joss would simply open the gate, and as many symbiotes as could get out would be allowed to escape. He no longer cared about the difference of those few points.

Once he had settled on a course of action in his mind, he quickly moved all the hosts and symbiotes into the same room.

The random-style fusion method was this crude and straightforward!

Looking back at the symbiotes writhing in struggle, and the poor souls who had been possessed, Joss could only offer a silent prayer for them in his heart before turning and leaving the room.

Once an ordinary person was possessed by a symbiote, there was almost no chance of survival. Their internal organs, their very vitality, were all being devoured at terrifying speed. Even if Joss ripped all the symbiotes out, they would only become corpses in an instant.

“So... pray. Pray that your sacrifice will bring forth that hero, and let this world have one more hero who can protect people like you.”

Boring sorrow did not trouble Joss for long. These people’s fates had never been his concern, nor would he waste breath lamenting that a little sooner might have saved them.

As long as he had done all he could, that would be enough.

“Alright, once things here are done, I’ll clear this place out and make room for Little Black and the others to have a battlefield.”

Although he could not interfere in the battle between Little Black and Riot, the system had never said that Joss could not drive everyone out of here.

Just so happened that the symbiote group behind him would need some time to merge anyway. Joss simply drew the Mercy Greatsword from behind his back, where it had been shrunk down to the size of an ordinary backpack, and with an incomparably fearsome slash, he opened the curtain on battle!

“Oh, no, no, I’ve got the wrong persona.”

The greatsword in his hand had already begun to swing, but he abruptly forced his arms to halt. Then he put the Mercy Greatsword away once more and drew two steel kunai from his system space, one in each hand.

Right—he had nearly forgotten he was in disguise now. If he pulled out that greatsword, the problem would absolutely be seen through.