The Scientist Returning From Marvel

"Sir, the search is over. The National Aeronautics and Space Administration of the United States was indeed attacked five hours ago. Or, it was an attack from within.

Su Yan has returned to the Celestial Kingdom from Shaksmere base. He did not go back to the laboratory, but stopped at the top of a tall building, overlooking the most technologically advanced country on the entire planet under his rule.

"Hey." Su Yan sighed: "That group of idiots in the US actually made the symbiote run away."

"It is consistent with the testimony of General Chris Manson of the army. They should have conducted symbiont parasitic experiments with living people. Moreover, they still selected young and strong soldiers under him."

Su Yan rubbed his chin: "That little old man Manson is pretty smart, he didn't lie to me. He actually used his own soldiers to conduct experiments, but...it's strange, even the strongest human beings can't resist the symbiote's attack." Powerful and aggressive. How did that soldier not only survive, but also escape from the space agency jailbreak?."

Xiao Hei said: "And it's very strange, even though he escaped from the space agency's shielding network, I still haven't detected his biological signal.

"It may be an internal shield, and the shielding device was installed in the body of the experimental subject, that is, the soldier. Or, the symbiont hibernates in the host body without any activity, so the biological signal is very weak.

"So, what are we going to do next, sir? Is it really necessary to wait three days for General Manson's report?"

Su Yan smiled disdainfully: "I don't think the idiots in the United States will be able to find the symbiont within three days, everything depends on ourselves. Xiao Hei, from now on, we will not only search for symbiont biological signals around the world, but also monitor all the symbionts in the world. Surveillance equipment, video materials, and related news. This surveillance is very large, but I hope you can complete it.”

"These are trivial things, sir, I will definitely find out the symbiont for you."

United States, State D, City A

Night had already fallen, but there were still a few country pubs open in this deserted town.

From time to time, drunks came out of the bar. They vomited and pissed in the dark alley behind the bar, and then returned to the bar again to have fun.

For these people, this underdeveloped small place is precisely their paradise.

They can drink until dawn in the bar, then take the dancers home, or put the pistol at the waist to the eyebrows of anyone they don't like.

Most of the small towns in this kind of border area are like this. People in the town will live under the minimum constraints of the law.

So much so that outsiders, even travelers passing by, would never want to stay in this kind of place. However, the residents of these towns basically would not consider leaving this place to live.

That night, a strangely dressed man walked into the town.

He was wearing camouflage trousers on his lower body, a pair of big leather boots on his feet, and a long scarf around his upper body, covering his head and upper body.

Seen from a distance, his whole body was tattered, his clothes reflected blood stains in the night, and his pupils shone with a black light deeper than the night.

The man was tall, but his walking posture was unsteady, seemingly exhausted, but he also had an indescribable sense of incongruity. Moreover, the whole body exudes faint bloodstains.

No one knows how he walked across almost half of the United States to this small town in half a day. The memory in his mind brought him here because this was his home and his family lived there.

"I said, kid, no one has warned you, hiccup...don't be wandering around town at night~!"

A drunk man blocked the path. He smelled of alcohol and walked up to the strange man with a bottle in his hand.

"Hey, boy, don't ignore God! Believe it or not, I'll make your head explode!"

As he spoke, the drunk took out the pistol from his waist. But when he was about to raise his pistol at the strange man, he saw a black shadow swaying in front of him. Immediately afterwards, the pistol fell to the ground, and the trigger of the pistol still held a severed arm.

"Huh? My pistol..."

The drunk man was about to pick up his pistol, but he couldn't reach out his hand no matter what. It wasn't until then that he realized that his right arm had been cut off entirely.

"Ugh! My, my hand! What did you do! Put my hand..."

He looked up at the strange man, only to see that the man also shot down his long coin in that blow just now.

Under the long scarf is a tough face, which looks like a mixed Chinese and Western face. But compared to that, what is even more astonishing is the constantly wriggling jet-black liquid that covered the surface of the man's body.

"You, you are not from the Nicholas family...Samuel? No, you ate Samuel! Monster! Monster!"

The drunk man was frightened and fled, but Samuel did not intend to let him go. I saw the whole body squirming behind Samuel, turning into a sharp axe, and slashing straight at the drunk.

The speed at which the drunk escapes is no match for the symbiote. Seeing a flash of blood, the drunk fell to the ground with a plop, his head in a different place.

And after killing the drunk, the symbiote retracted into Samuel's body again, without leaving any black marks on the body surface.

Samuel shook his body, and said in a low voice: "Home........back.....home...."

With staggering steps, he walked towards the depths of the town.

As he walked, the memory fragments in Samuel's mind kept colliding and breaking. He didn't know what happened to him either. The last scene in his memory was that he finished measuring his body data and walked into the laboratory.

He is a loyal soldier. Although he hates war, he has always obeyed the commander's orders absolutely.

This time, General Chris Manson personally called his name and asked him to participate in the military experiment. Although he hesitated a little in his heart, he finally agreed.

Apart from his loyalty and trust in his superiors, he also listened to Manson's words: as long as this experiment is successful, the United States can be liberated from the shadow of the kingdom of gods. Since then, the Kingdom of Gods will no longer be able to provoke or wage war against the United States.

Of course, these are all Manson's one-sided words for brainwashing his subordinates, but they are extremely useful for soldiers like Samuel. To portray the kingdom of gods as a destroyer of peace and the opposite of the world is the current brainwashing method used by the US military (Wang Liao Zhao).

Stumbling, Samuel came to the door of a bar. There is a TV in the corridor in front of the door, and the advertisement news of the kingdom of the gods recruiting citizens is being broadcast on the TV.

Two drunk men were lying on the fence of the corridor watching the program on TV, holding wine bottles and talking nonsense.

"Hey, it's really good, this kingdom of gods."

"Yeah, really want to be a citizen of that country... t"

"Stop dreaming! Country bumpkins like us are the ones who look down on us."

"So I want to send my child to the best school, join the kingdom of gods in the future, and say goodbye to this damn country.

"Haha, it's really you, brother."

Hearing the drunken conversation of the two, Samuel felt a surge of anger for some reason, and his consciousness became blurred again.

He slowly approached the two of them, and his breathing became more and more rapid. The symbiont overflowed his body again, and condensed into a huge, pitch-black sharp ax in his right hand...