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Without a host, the seemingly difficult-to-kill symbiote would soon lose its vitality.

"Quick and decisive. In this state, just clean up the rest. " Mike whispered hoarsely, his voice tinged with a dark edge, as he looked coldly over New York City under the night sky. The longer he maintained this parasitic fusion with the symbiote and the metamorphosis abilities, the more his behavior shifted, becoming eerily similar to the Venom symbiote's and the parasitic influence of the metamorphosis.

Human rationality was distorting, collapsing.

But with this, the power of their three-in-one fusion began to fully reveal itself!

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In New York, where every inch of land is invaluable, the newly completed Stark Industries headquarters stood proudly.

The building had a sleek, upward-spiraling structure with a futuristic, tech-forward design, featuring a top-floor viewing platform large enough to double as a fighter jet landing pad. Its prominent "STARK" logo dominated the skyline, ensuring it stood out even among New York's countless skyscrapers.

On the top floor of Stark's headquarters, within the luxurious hall that extended into an outdoor platform, a gentleman in a sharp black suit swirled his wine glass in hand. He spread his arms proudly, the faint blue glow from his chest faintly visible through his shirt, casting a sense of command over half of the city seen beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Behind him, a man in a worn gray shirt, rumpled overalls, and scuffed boots stepped forward, his fluffy, disheveled hair contrasting starkly with the high-end setting.

"So, what do you think?" The man in the suit asked, his gaze confident.

The scruffy man adjusted his glasses, his expression contemplative, "How should I put it? It's definitely got your style written all over it."

"In the future, this will also be the headquarters for our alliance." Stark said with a grin.

"That couldn't be better. It will give our alliance, which hasn't even officially formed yet, an instant status boost." The scruffy man replied, shrugging, "Just don't expect me to fund anything. I can offer my expertise, but cash isn't exactly my strong suit."

"It's not just strength I need." Stark shook his head, his expression sincere, "Bruce, I need your mind too. With you on board, I believe many of my technical ideas can become a reality."

The man addressed as "Bruce" stayed silent, his calm expression unaffected by Stark's praise.

Bruce Banner. A world-renowned physicist holding seven doctorates, Banner was once a name featured in scientific publications everywhere. However, in recent years, he'd kept a low profile. Part of the reason? The Hulk.

The abomination that terrorized Washington not long ago had, in a sense, been born from him.

"Banner." Stark began to say, but a sudden alarm interrupted him.

"Jarvis, what's going on?" Stark asked, frowning.

A holographic display flickered to life above a nearby table, projecting a three-dimensional video in the air.

"Sir, a supernatural incident has occurred in Queens. This is the scene." Jarvis reported.

Banner leaned in, watching curiously as the projection began to play.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

The footage showed a souped-up muscle car tearing through the streets of Queens. At a red light, the car smashed into other vehicles, forcing its way through before swerving into oncoming traffic.

As it approached a group of parked cars, something shocking happened—the muscle car abruptly stopped, the front end caving in, and then the entire vehicle split apart violently as though it had been torn by some monstrous force.

From within the wreckage, several human body parts were thrown out onto the surrounding streets, their dismembered remnants adding a grisly touch to the horrific scene.

A shadow flashed across the intersection, disappearing down a side street.

The projection paused.

"What did we just see?" Stark asked, glancing at Banner, who shook his head, equally bewildered.

"Jarvis, rewind the footage." Stark ordered.

"Yes, sir."

The footage rewound, stopping at the moment the muscle car was destroyed.

"Zoom in on the front of the car and play it in slow motion," Stark instructed.

The video resumed, frame by frame, capturing a small, shadowy shape slamming into the car like a cannonball, halting its progress entirely before tearing it apart.

Banner's eyes widened.

It was... a cat. A small, hairless cat with a shiny black coat. As the cat collided with the muscle car, its body expanded, muscular limbs tearing into the car as if it were nothing.

Stark's expression turned grim. More disturbing was that Dr. Banner beside him had turned pale, his skin flushed with a sickly green hue as he struggled to breathe.

"Jarvis!" Stark took a few steps back, activating the defense protocols.

A panel rose from the floor, and a series of robotic arms quickly suited him in his Iron Man armor.

"Banner, calm down!" Stark, now in full armor, raised a hand cautiously.

"I...I'm alright!" Banner gasped, clutching the edge of a nearby table as he forced himself to calm down.

Finally, the green receded from his skin, and Banner exhaled, leaning back with exhaustion.

"Stay here. I'll handle what's outside." Stark said, ready to take off.

"Wait, Tony!" Banner called out, weakly pointing at the projection, "That monster... it's dangerous. Seeing it was like putting a loaded gun to my own head. My body instinctively wanted to transform into the Hulk!"

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On the neon-lit pedestrian street, a severed human limb fell onto the pavement, sparking panicked screams from passersby.

A black shape flitted down from above, landing deftly beside the body parts. With cat-like agility, its dark form cloaked in shadow, Kerry's eyes glowed with bluish-white flames as his muscles pulsed beneath his sleek black skin.

Venom's voice rasped in his mind, "It's parasitized another human nearby. Stronger than the first symbiote. It could take any human as its host!"

"Which human?" Kerry's gaze swept over the fleeing crowds, scanning for signs of the symbiote.

"Thirty meters is all I can sense, and there are too many people around." Venom replied, "We might have to eliminate everyone in the area. If the symbiote escapes, more lives are at risk!"

"Shut up!" Mike growled, thrusting his claws into the pavement beneath him.

With a shudder, the ground split, cracks radiating from where he stood as black, mucus-like tendrils shot up, forming a cage around a thirty-meter radius, trapping the people within.

The scene fell silent as onlookers gazed in terror at the deadly prison surrounding them.

"Find it for me!" Mike ordered, one claw still embedded in the ground as his other hand extended, transforming into a searching tendril.

People screamed, cringing away, but the tendrils were surprisingly soft, brushing over each person's shoulder or chest before moving on, systematically scanning the crowd for the hidden symbiote.

Mike moved quickly through the people, checking each one for signs of infection. But as he reached halfway, a middle-aged man at the back of the crowd began to sweat profusely, an inexplicable cold sweat soaking through his clothes.

The second symbiote, hidden within the man, felt its host's anxiety spike. It knew the predator hunting it was near, and its only hope of survival was to keep switching hosts and stay ahead of Mike's deadly reach.