Talent is not as good as Stark, but he is always a scholar.

He has no special practice on weekdays, nor has he had any experience of serving in the army. With Drake's skill, he can guarantee to hit the target within ten meters.

But the one who came back with the coffee was almost thirty meters away from him.

There were two crisp sounds, and the bullet fired from the barrel did not land on the researcher, but landed on the wall one meter away from him.

"Huh?" After being stunned for a moment, the researcher realized what was going on and felt Drake's killing intent.

The next second, the researcher let out an exclamation, and left a shout of 'Don't kill me, I didn't see anything' before running away.

Right at the door, with a turn, the researcher disappeared from Drake's sight.

"Tsk." After failing to shoot the researcher, a gloom flashed across Drake's face.

If you think about it with your toes, you know that after this guy escapes, it won't be long before he attracts a bunch of people.

If it is in normal times, that is, when you control the right to speak, you don't need to worry too much. But in the current situation that has been taken over by the military...

Thinking that those soldiers who belonged to the military must come to control the situation later, Drake once again felt the urgency of time.

Not daring to procrastinate in the slightest, he threw away the pistol, turned around and walked towards the compartment marked with the number 3 on the door.

‘Come on, let me see your ability, but don’t let me down. ’ Coming to the door, taking a deep breath, Drake reached out and opened the transparent bulletproof glass door, and came to the symbiote that hadn't fully recovered.

Maybe he has regained consciousness, or maybe he felt someone approaching through the vibration from the floor, and then broke out the desire to survive, and responded in accordance with his nature. As Drake approached, the symbiote on the ground began to squirm, and stretched out a sinuous tentacle.

Drake crouched down and held out his right hand.

The dark and sticky tentacles made contact with Drake's fingertips. In the next second, as if a burst of vitality was suddenly injected, the symbiont that was slumped on the ground like mud reacted even more.

It stretched out more black tentacles, tightly wrapped around Drake's arm, and within two or three seconds, it left the ground completely, went up the arm, and spread rapidly. It opened, covering Drake's whole body.

'hungry! '

While being parasitized by the symbiote, Drake felt a surge of hunger like a huge wave.

The evil thoughts that have been aroused in the heart, along with the parasitism of the symbiont, completely get rid of the constraints of ethics and morality. Without any hesitation, Drake turned around and immediately stared at the corpse he had just shot to death.

The next scene will not be described in detail, and everyone must be able to imagine what happened.

That's right, Drake, who turned into a monster, ate the corpse on the ground without hesitation.

"Ha, I'm alive!" After supplementing the nutrients, the state of the symbiont was immediately improved, and the consciousness became active.

Feeling the reinforcement fed back by the symbiote, Drake felt excited.

"Hey, partner, let's get to know each other?" Without any hesitation, Drake took the initiative to send out a thought to the symbiote.

"Well...Drake, ha." Upon receiving this thought, the symbiote responded: "I like you, as a host, you really like my appetite."

"Really? I'm honored. So, what's your name?"

"You can call me Carnage." The possession was released, and a head re-condensed from the shoulder, the symbiote grinned and stretched out its tongue, and licked Drake's face: "Yes, just like you As guessed, I am the strongest one."

Closest to the console is the compartment marked with the number 1 on the door.

Why didn't Drake choose that one just now, but deliberately walked more than ten meters, entered the No. 3 compartment, and chose the current symbiont, because he had already made a judgment in his heart and decided that it was locked in the No. 3 compartment. The one in compartment No. 1 is simply the most powerful of all the symbiotes.

After all, it has been a while since he obtained the symbiont, and Drake has already mastered a lot of data through various experiments done before.

Although the symbiont is an alien creature, it cannot be judged by the existing common sense, but compared with the data in his hands, it is only natural that Drake would choose this one.

And the next development is just as he expected. The symbiont with better data records is Carnage with the identity of the leader.

"It seems that my luck is pretty good." Derek smiled triumphantly, feeling a little lucky in his heart.

"You're right." Sensing Drake's excitement, Carnage who possessed him was also very proud. Then, following this pleasure, Carnage revealed another secret that Drake didn't know: "For the sake of being my host, let me tell you another piece of good news. Just let me devour the other ones... um , Symbiont? It doesn’t matter what it’s called, it’s just my compatriots~lightnovelpub.net~ I can still become stronger.”

"Um?"

"Now is a good time. They are very weak and can swallow them without any effort."

Even human morality has been abandoned, so how could Drake consider whether it is ethical for symbiotes to devour each other?

Hearing the words of slaughter, he immediately turned his gaze to the next door, and landed on the symbiote in compartment 4.

However, just when he was about to take action, things took a new turn.

Perhaps because of the sound of the siren, or perhaps because of the news from the escaped researcher, the soldiers stationed in the building finally rushed to the laboratory where Drake was.

First there was a routine warning, and before the words fell, Drake had already noticed Drake who had turned into a monster.

Then, without any hesitation, the soldiers pulled the trigger and immediately attacked Drake who had just walked out of compartment 3.

Bullets shot towards Drake like raindrops, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of bullets had landed on him.

If it is a massacre restored to its heyday, it can strengthen a layer of bulletproof cuticle on the surface, which will not be hurt by these bullets, but now, although it has just swallowed a corpse, it has not yet recovered. 100% strength.

Among the dozens of bullets, only half were blocked, and the other half penetrated into the body.

Although it wasn't a serious injury, for Slaughter who hadn't fully recovered, the energy consumption spent on healing his wounds was beyond what it could bear now.

If it continues like this, it will only be exhausted by the soldiers until the fuel is exhausted.

Wanting to understand this, Tu Xue had no choice but to give up the 'delicious food' that was right in front of him, and chose to break out and escape with the priority of saving his life.