Mud and a Jerk (Part Two)

"Hello, Mr. Stark, your uncle often mentions you to me..."

Stark rolled his eyes and said without any attempt to hide it, "He also often talks about you to me, General Robert. He says you're a moron with only half a brain..."

The faces of the men in military uniforms opposite him darkened.

Stark is in a bad mood right now. He just had a fight with Venom, that voracious Symbiote that wants to eat people's brains wherever it goes, and it likes to drag Stark and slam him against the wall. Stark just bumped his head on Venom, and he's cursing the Symbiote in his mind right now.

"Please have a seat," General Robert, gesturing to a chair.

"No need. What do you want with me? If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, I have to go back to do my experiments."

These military personnel seemed completely unable to adapt to Stark's straightforward style. After all, their usual negotiations consisted of half an hour of pleasantries, followed by half an hour of rambling, half an hour of reminiscing about the past and dreaming about the future, 20 minutes of pleasant conversation, and finally 10 minutes of getting down to business.

Stark had no intention of playing along. It wasn't that he couldn't learn to be accommodating, but he felt it was unnecessary. He didn't want to waste any more words with these people. In Stark's words, every word he spoke to them was a waste of time for the development of all mankind.

Stark eventually sat down.

General Robert stubbornly continued at his own pace, launching round after round of probing against Stark.

Stark had no desire to deal with him. Venom thought to himself, "You seem to hate him. Well, I can eat his head..."

"No, eating the brains of stupid people will lower your IQ."

"Really?"

"Certainly."

"Can't you just punch him?"

"Cannot."

"Why? What happened to your stiff clothes?"

"Strong armor? You mean my Iron Man suit?"

"I want to wear that dress too."

"Do you still need to put on clothes?"

"It looks interesting."

"No, no, you can't drive it, you'll ruin my suit."

"I can drive, trust me."

At this moment, Stark heard General Robert say, "We are very sincere in our cooperation. I heard that one of your friends has recently been troubled by this, just like Obadiah. I sympathize with my old friend's plight. Coincidentally, the military has obtained a drug that can awaken brain activity by fully stimulating the nerves."

"Experiments have shown that it has a very good effect on comatose patients, and can make their brains wake up and regain control of their bodies."

Stark raised an eyebrow and said, "So you guys do have some serious business to do after all."

A lieutenant general walked in, saluted, and then two researchers placed a box on the table. After the lid of the box was opened, white mist drifted out, and a syringe was placed in the center of the box.

Stark had no particular knowledge of medicine or pharmacology. Just as he was about to lean closer to see what the syringe looked like, Venom suddenly excited him. He exclaimed, "This tastes good!! Kill him, take this stuff! It's delicious! It'll be useful to you! And to me too!"

Stark frowned and said, "What principle did you base your conclusion on?"

"My genes tell me so!!"

Are your genes really reliable?

Stark sensed Venom growing increasingly agitated, even somewhat delirious. General Robert, seeing Stark flinch, said, "I know, Stark's not doing well right now. We'd be happy to help you, for your uncle's sake..."

"We're even willing to provide you with this drug free of charge. The military is very interested in the Nano-Armor you've developed. Of course, we don't want those armors. Our cooperation with the Osborn Group is progressing well, and the direction of bio-armor is equally promising..."

"However, nanotechnology can give us the upper hand in information warfare and intelligence warfare. You know, we can't afford to lose to others on these two battlefields. This is also for the safety of more soldiers. If intelligence is more accurate, there won't be so many casualties..."

Robert said, seemingly very emotional, "I know that Stark Industries isn't what those reporters portray it to be. I know that Stark Jr., like his father, is actually a hero who cares about ordinary people..."

"Looking at it from another perspective, cooperating with the military is also about saving the lives of more soldiers, after all..."

Just as Robert finished speaking, he noticed Stark trembling. He thought he had successfully broken through the genius's psychological defenses and was about to add fuel to the fire when he suddenly noticed a black, Slime climbing up Stark's neck.

Then, in an instant, a huge black monster with sharp fangs appeared in his sight.

Venom swallowed General Robert's head whole, grabbed the box containing the medicine, and smashed through the window to escape.

This turn of events was completely unexpected. One second Stark was sitting there perfectly fine, and the next second, a blob of Slime covered his entire body, turning him into a black monster nearly three meters tall.

This black monster had a long, bright red tongue and a mouthful of sharp fangs. It bit off the head of an Admiral in one bite and stole the potion.

The others were in chaos, but soon, several helicopters caught up with Venom's running figure.

Venom leaped rapidly across the rooftop, barely escaping even the machine gun Burst Fire from the helicopter.

Venom stopped in an open area on the outskirts of the city and swung a rock at one of the helicopters. The unfortunate helicopter was hit by the rock and crashed into the helicopter while smoking.

The other helicopter also ran out of ammunition and only dared to fly at a distance, not daring to get close.

Before long, the Armament Department arrived at the scene. The struggle between Venom and Stark for control of the body slowed down their escape. Stark desperately used his willpower to suppress Venom's excessive excitement.

Finally, Venom regained some consciousness and returned to Stark's body. Stark returned to being a normal human, but he was now surrounded by layers of the Armament Department.

Seeing Stark return to normal, their commander did not let his guard down, and several soldiers dressed in somewhat unusual attire came forward.

Stark saw that they were wearing Jaegers, but these Jaegers were made using technology that Stark had previously provided to the military, and they looked somewhat old and outdated.

Stark, on the other hand, simply pulled out a cigarette, and a brand-new, beautiful suit of armor was donned. He made a mocking gesture with no small amount of pride and said, "These old, worn-out things you stole from me, you might as well take them back for your grandfathers to wear! They're better than a cane, aren't they?"

About a dozen armored warriors stepped forward. The one in the lead looked around, then stretched out his arm and said, "Battle suit!"

Then Stark saw a gel-like film spread from the bottom of the mech, instantly covering the surface, sealing the gaps in the mech, and turning the entire mech into a single, integrated green bio-suit.

Stark instantly flew into a rage.

"How dare you insult my work using Osborn's stupid methods!!!"

Stark had never felt so angry, not even when the military used public opinion to smear him and then came out to play the good guy.

Ultimately, what Stark is most proud of is the various inventions and creations made by his genius mind, and now, these people in the military are actually taking his Jaeger to the Osborn Group for modification!

They even used a clump of sticky glue to turn his mech into an incredibly ugly bio-suit!

Stark was absolutely furious.

He took a deep breath and asked himself, "Can you really pilot a mecha?"

"They are definitely much stronger than them."

"Oh well..."

Stark extended his arm, which was covered in metal armor, and said, "Suit!"

In an instant, black Slime covered his entire body.

Unlike those sticky, soft gels, the black Slime was like a powerful the Web, directly wrapping around every part of the suit.

However, the nanosuit was not covered by the Slime. Instead, it was systematically disassembled by the Slime, transformed into new shapes, and covered the surface of the black monster's body.

Venom was already nearly three meters tall, but now he has completely transformed into a steel monster over four meters tall.

It was a monster covered in jet-black armor. Venom seemed to have inherited Stark's aesthetic sense; its body was no longer covered in pitted, slimy Slime, but in streamlined black armor.

The head is no longer a big mouth full of sharp fangs, but has become a Helmet with two pairs of spikes on each side of the head, a diamond-shaped steel eyepiece in the middle, and the lower half of the face is completely covered by a mask.

It has to be said that this mecha looks incredibly cool. It's similar to the Venom type, but taller. The shoulders, legs, and wrists are covered with spikes made of metal wrapped in black Slime. The mask on the head is somewhat like a gas mask, giving it a terrifying beauty and a wild charm that lies between metal and punk.

More importantly, the mech is controlled by Symbiote that is Mind Stone connected to Stark, which means that Stark no longer needs to operate it, but can control the mech as if it were his own arm.

Stark shook his arm, finding the feeling absolutely wonderful. He could even clearly feel the texture of each outer component exposed to the air, which was the perfect sensation for a mecha fanatic.

He is the battle suit, and the battle suit is him.

"Alright," Stark said, "I'll show you what real bio-armor is like!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and landed next to the group of bio-mech warriors with a "bang," punching one of them on the head.

The bio-mech warrior was sent flying backwards, and Stark shook his fist in surprise.

He doesn't know how to fight, and in the past he always relied on Jarvis's intelligent calculations to fight. But now, he actually feels like he is personally beating up his enemies with his fists. He has to admit, this feeling is really good.

The massive black mech turned around and delivered another uppercut. The bio-mech warrior, who was only a little over two meters tall, was like a chick in front of this behemoth and was sent flying in an instant.

These bio-mechs were originally created to counter Stark's Iron Man suit, not to deal with a bio-mech monster that was over four meters tall.

The bio- Slime originally equipped on their armors to restrict Stark's movements, the echo field to track the Iron Man suit's flight path, and the bio-gelatinous joint modifications to enhance flexibility are all now useless. The Venom armor is completely unaffected by these. Slime eruption? It tears them apart. Echo field? Useless. Flexible gelatinous joints? One punch and they all fall apart.

The Venom Suit's fighting style is completely different from Stark's. To put it bluntly, this Symbiote's fighting style is also just wild, unpredictable punching. However, his ridiculously strong physical attributes and super-fast Self-Healing ability give him a huge advantage in this chaotic battle.

Before long, Stark had defeated the group of bio-mechanical warriors.

However, the military's heavy weapons soon arrived, and the Venom armored warrior leaped onto a nearby tall building and began to run wildly again.

Once he had shaken off all pursuers, Venom instantly shrank back into Stark's body, and the Nano-Armor returned to Stark. He looked down at his two intact arms and the still-new metal of the armor, and said:

"Not bad, Thank you, Muddy."

You're welcome, you jerk.

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