Sir, You'd Better Stop Cursing

Late at night, in the secret laboratory of the Life Foundation.

The Symbiote samples that the special operations team had brought back from the crashed spacecraft not long ago were all placed here.

"Damn it, there were clearly four Symbiote samples, and now there are only two left. Where did the other two go?"

"Dr. Drake, one of the black Symbiotes bonded with a human and then killed several of our soldiers.

Our men are currently searching for it, and the other silver-gray Symbiote is currently missing, with no news at all."

"A bunch of useless trash, immediately start a carpet search for me. A Symbiote cannot live long without a host, so it can't have run far.

As for that fellow who was successfully bonded by the Symbiote, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find him and bring him to me.

Our researchers have done so many experiments on the spacecraft, and not a single organism has been able to survive for more than ten minutes after being parasitized.

Yet that fellow actually achieved a perfect combination with the Symbiote and even burst out with so many incredible abilities.

That fellow can be said to be the only successful combiner so far, and the key is that he's still a human, so you must capture him.

When the time comes, perhaps we humans can use this to evolve to the next, more advanced level of life."

Carlton Drake looked at the Symbiote in the glass bottle with a crazed expression. As a human, he had suffered from the weakness of the human flesh for a long time!

Ever since he engaged in life science research, he had been searching for a way to accelerate human evolution into a more advanced life form.

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