The rainforest air was hot and humid. Droplets fell from broad leaves onto the ground. The canopy hid the sky, leaving only gloom and darkness around them—and the sound of Harley humming happily as she dug through the dirt.
The quiet clearly made some people more afraid.
Aphra wore a breathing mask that looked as though it had been pulled off a Stormtrooper's helmet. She kept turning her head, suspicious of everything, then leaned toward Deathstroke and whispered:
"I think the bushes beside me just talked."
"Uh-huh. In Vietnamese, right?"
Su Ming brushed her off as he smoked, paying no attention to her suspicions.
The jungle might have been a green hell to others, but it posed little problem for Su Ming. Strangle could smell any potential hostile hosts, while Cloak could sense Beicen's psychic energy when it had no host.
Aside from the plants, there were only small animals and insects nearby. All of them were "clean."
"I'm so nervous, Deathstroke. What if you get infected and try to kill us?" Aphra's eyes were wide, and she kept looking around even as she spoke. "I'm not afraid of the bugs, but you haven't paid me yet."
So that was it. She was worried about her money. If Beicen's bugs took over her employer, she could forget about those Credit Points.
"That's what you're worried about?" Su Ming had Strangle poke its head out of his shoulder. Little Sprout grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "Have you ever seen anyone host two Symbiotes at once? I already have one. Beicen can't infect me."
Generally speaking, a person could host only one Symbiote at a time. Wade was the exception.
In the comic Deadpool vs. Carnage, Earth-616's Deadpool had hosted five Symbiotes at once because he wanted to imitate the