Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Two people live at addresses in xxx and xxx...

There is also one who doesn't have a fixed address but attends a church school in Brooklyn.

After memorizing the name of the church school, Peter nodded in satisfaction, hesitated for a moment, and then finally said something polite:

Thanks, I'll treat you to coffee next time.

Come on, I still prefer vodka to coffee.

"I'm sorry, I'm not 21 yet. If you don't mind waiting for 3 years, I can treat you to vodka in 3 years."

……

After Herman extended an internship invitation to Daisy Johnson's church school under the name of Parker Technology, Peter quickly obtained Skye's current address and contact information.

So, the next morning, Peter, dressed in his battle suit, rode his flying skateboard to a van in Brooklyn Park.

They opened the unlocked van door.

Peter's eyes met those of an Asian girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll.

The girl who was typing on the keyboard stopped what she was doing, glanced at Peter warily, but then the wariness in her eyes was immediately replaced by surprise:

"You...you are the Arbitrator?"

Seeing the other person's fangirl-like attitude, Peter couldn't help but whistle in his heart.

It seems like they're my fans. If that's the case, then things will be much easier.

Come to think of it, Skye's "Rising Tide" organization is a political hacking group that advocates "freedom of information and speech".

It's quite reasonable for hackers like them, who love breaking the rules, to idolize this "arbiter" who disregards laws and regulations.

With this thought in mind, Peter did not hesitate and decisively extended his hand to the other person:

"Miss Skye, would you be interested in serving me and becoming a member of the Shadow Fist?"

Chapter 102 Carlton's Plan

To serve the arbitrator?

Join Shadow Fist?

Although Skye didn't know what the Fist of Shadows was at this time.

But the name sounds cool, which fits her fantasy of superhero organizations as a teenage girl with delusions of grandeur.

Skye stammered for a while, then composed herself and looked at Peter expectantly, asking:

"You mean, we can become partners like Batman and Robin?"

"Hmm, you can roughly understand it like this." After a moment's thought, Peter decided to first paint a rosy picture for Skye:

“But you won’t be adopted by me. After all, I’m not that much older than you, and besides, your role isn’t just that of an assistant.”

Peter, in the tone of a riddle teller, pointed to Skye's chest and said:

"There is a unique potential hidden within you. If you can develop it perfectly, you might become a superhero."

Normally, teenagers like Skye should really hate this kind of riddle-teller talk.

But Skye didn't feel annoyed at all when facing her "idol." On the contrary, she thought her idol was really cool.

She was so excited that she was trembling all over when she heard Peter say that he also had the potential to become a superhero.

Well, all I can say is that Aizen was right.

Longing is indeed the emotion furthest from understanding.

"Wow, this is so cool!" Skye felt she couldn't wait to become the Arbiter's assistant.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Peter, her little mouth firing off questions like a machine gun:

"So what do I need to do now? How can I unleash the power within me and become a superhero like you?"

"Unleashing the power within you is a huge undertaking, it requires a gradual approach. As for what we need to do now..."

Have you heard of the Life Foundation?

……

While Peter was trying to persuade Skye, his little fangirl, to become his assistant, thousands of kilometers away in San Francisco...

The Life Foundation headquarters, an office filled with futuristic technology.

A man dressed in an expensive suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined and gentle, is standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city's night view.

He is Carlton Drake, the founder of the Life Foundation.

In the public eye, he is a genius scientist and philanthropist who conquered medical challenges at the age of 19 and founded the Life Foundation at the age of 24.

They were great pioneers dedicated to helping humanity solve resource shortages and promoting space exploration.

But behind the scenes, he was a madman who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals and could inhumanely use homeless people for live experiments.

"Dr. Carlton."

The female assistant, Doris, pushed open the door and entered, reporting excitedly.

"The 'Drake' has entered its return orbit, and we are currently in normal communication with the astronauts, who say they have successfully contained four unknown alien life forms."

It is expected to land in Houston in fifteen days.

"very good."

Carlton Drake turned around, his eyes gleaming with an almost obsessive fervor.

No one knew that his body had already been parasitized by a symbiotic entity called "Riot" from outer space during an extraterrestrial scientific expedition.

He has now reached a kind of consensus with the riots.

Or perhaps he has been unknowingly distorted in his mind by the riots.

In Carlton's view today, Earth's resources are dwindling and human civilization is nearing its end.

Only by combining with symbionts and evolving into a completely new species can humanity gain the ability to acquire resources in space and give back to Earth.

And he is the chosen prophet who will lead humanity into a new era!

He unwittingly became a traitor without realizing it, which is...

"How are the recovery team's preparations going?" Carlton asked.

"Everything is ready, Doctor."

"What about host selection?"

This is what Carlton cares about most.

In order for the symbiote project to be successfully implemented and for the world to see the bright future of combining with symbiotes, they must first select the most perfect host and create a few sufficiently powerful "symbiote warriors" as benchmarks.

Only in this way can his plan receive government support, making it easier for him to bring back more symbiotes next time.

"Doctor, we conducted an initial screening based on the list of 'volunteers' provided by Mr. Kingpin, but... the results were not ideal."

Doris looked troubled.

"If, as you say, the symbiote has extremely high requirements for the host's physical condition, then the homeless man's body alone probably wouldn't be able to withstand the cell assimilation that comes with the union."

Upon hearing this answer, a barely perceptible rage flashed in Carlton's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He pushed up his glasses and said coldly, "If ordinary people won't do, then we'll find extraordinary people."

"This world is never short of lucky people who gain 'talent' by accident, is it?"

Carlton said, opening an encrypted file.

On the screen, several documents slowly unfolded.

The first document at the top featured a man wearing a green bodysuit with a huge scorpion tail trailing behind him.

[“Scorpion Man,” Mike Gagan, gained special abilities through biological experimentation and was imprisoned on Baker Isle due to the Stark kidnapping incident.]

[Alexei Sisevich, nicknamed "Rhino," gained special abilities through polymer coagulation and radioactive experiments. He was imprisoned on Baker Isle due to the Stark kidnapping incident.]

["The Judgement Killers," Luke and Henry, received enhanced physical abilities through biological experiments and were imprisoned on Baker Isle due to the Stark kidnapping incident.]

Looking at the four people presented in the information, Carlton's eyes blazed with an unprecedented greed and desire!

"Look at them, is there a more suitable host in this world?"

"But..." came Doris's somewhat fearful voice from the office:

“Doctor, they are all prisoners currently serving their sentences, and because of Stark Industries’ collusion with some high-ranking government officials, these people have been denied bail. There is no way we can get them to help with the experiment.”

Carlton turned around abruptly, his pupils briefly turning an eerie grayish-white before quickly returning to normal.

"There's always a way, Doris. There's always a way."

"You can take charge of training a group of backup hosts first. As for the other four... I'll figure out a way to handle it myself."

Noticing Carlton's neurotic demeanor, Doris swallowed hard, but ultimately, out of kindness, she tremblingly suggested:

"Doctor, I don't recommend it to you..."

"Get out!" Carlton suddenly roared, filled with violent emotion.

Doris was so frightened that she fell to the ground. At that moment, she no longer cared about any advice and scrambled out of Carlton's office...

Chapter 103 The Immortal Boss, Nightingale Invites Me to Dance

Skye's hacking skills are truly impressive.

Peter had just finished introducing the inside information about the Life Foundation when Skye's slender fingers were already typing away on the keyboard.

Less than three minutes.

"It's done."

Skye whistled triumphantly, then casually turned the laptop screen towards Peter:

"The highest level of access to all Life Foundation workstations, including their real-time monitoring of that 'Drake' rocket, is all here."

Peter glanced at the computer screen and realized the girl wasn't exaggerating at all.