"...I know the courses you took before may have told you that this was nothing more than a simple armed conflict, so simple that you only needed to do two things—draw your guns, fire, and take down all those rioters who dared attack the police."
"Yes, you could also tell the Symbiotes in your heads the same thing: charge in, defeat every enemy, slaughter them all. No one could stop you."
"I can tell from your expressions that you're thinking, is that wrong? Air transport technology is so advanced and brings so many benefits to ordinary people, so why are these protesters opposing it?"
"And agents have duties beyond those of the police. If you kill all the resisters and eat their heads, wouldn't the problem be solved?"
"When that thought appeared in your minds, you might have felt that those evil, brutal alien Symbiotes must be influencing your thoughts. Only aliens would disregard human lives, follow their instincts, and want to eat other people's brains."
"But I want to tell you that wasn't the Symbiotes' idea. It was your own idea—you can think of the Symbiotes as echo chambers. They merely amplify certain thoughts you already have."
"If you're violent, they become violent. If you're gentle, they become gentle. The influence of their current host is far stronger than the influence left behind by their previous hosts."
"It's wrong to blame all their violent behavior and negative emotions on their previous hosts. I understand that deeply."
A somewhat hoarse male voice came from inside the classroom. Shang-Chi had just reached the door when he saw a bespectacled man standing in the middle of the classroom, teaching, while the seats were packed with trainee agents.
The male instructor adjusted his glasses and said, "I only realized this after going to