Thick, cold, reeking.
Inside the bug's carapace was hardly an environment suited for leisurely sightseeing. Though it was as spacious as Tony's garage, the parasites working inside the giant beast's body were clearly not high-end sports cars.
It was all Carol's fault. Earlier, she had insisted on bringing up Russian nesting dolls. Marvel was a damn strange place—whatever you said might just come true.
This giant beast was also infested with many other kinds of little bugs, each about the size of a tank. Aside from being revolting to look at, they were not difficult to handle, and the tunnels they bored made moving around much easier.
Still, walking through the soft, foul-smelling insides of a monster, Carol kept her lips pursed the whole way. She clearly disliked the writhing walls and the nerves thrashing about like subway trains in motion.
Su Ming could only clear the way himself, using a chainsaw to saw apart every parasite blocking the path before entering the holes they had drilled, steadily drawing closer to the giant beast's brain.
Or rather, its command center?
Seeing the semi-mechanical brain in the vast cranial cavity, wrapped in countless cables and pipes while drones buzzed back and forth around it performing maintenance, Deathstroke fell silent for a moment.
"Can this thing's memories be read too?"
"Eek."
Strangle gave an affirmative answer. Although this hardware was completely different from Earth's, it should not pose much of a problem.
This purple-black brain looked about as large as Bird's Nest Stadium. Its blood vessels and cables twitched constantly with the bug's heartbeat, while busy little aircraft at a nearby drone entrance transported various metal materials in to maintain the place's operations.
This seemed like some kind of insect-shaped mining vehicle. Su Ming suddenly realized that.
Doctor Zola had modified the