Inside the Biological Research Base Factory.
Inside a sealed, locked office building, a man was using the faint light of a flashlight to search through files in a dark archive room.
Eddie Brock was originally a well-known New York reporter. Some time ago, he accidentally discovered that the Drake Biological Foundation was conducting inhumane human experiments, which also involved mysterious alien organisms, with the aim of cultivating more advanced strategic organisms.
Eddie originally wanted to expose this huge conspiracy, but he was instead fired by the media company. In desperation, he could only sneak into the Biological Research Base to find and investigate evidence of human experiments and alien organisms.
"Got it, this is it!" Eddie suddenly perked up, pulling a document from a safe. He immediately held the flashlight in his mouth and began to read it.
Alien Symbiote... Venom, Riot... a liquid life form... parasitic with suitable human hosts, capable of displaying extraordinary power... Five human test subjects, and ultimately only one successfully bonded with a Symbiote!
Eddie grew more and more alarmed as he read, and quickly folded these documents, stuffing them into the inner pocket of his jacket.
Just as he was about to leave.
The entire office building he was in began to shake violently. The lights, tables, and cabinets inside swayed uncontrollably, and dust continuously fell from the ceiling above.
"What's wrong?" Eddie was startled and uncertain. He looked out the office window and saw the Base Factory's spaceship starting to launch.
Boom!
Immediately after.
The spaceship, which was about to pierce the night sky and leave Earth, exploded violently hundreds of meters in the air. The orange-red flames illuminated the massive Base below!
Eddie watched all of this in shock, and out of professional habit, he didn't forget to pull out a small camera to record the scene.
Countless fragments of the spaceship, carrying flames and thick smoke, fell towards the Base like a shower of meteorites from outer space, streaking across the city's night sky.
In the camera's lens.
Falling with the spaceship's wreckage, illuminated by the fire, a small black shadow flashed by!
...Within the mysterious dimensional space.
"Insufficient energy."
"Warning, repeating again, energy is severely insufficient..."
The lights on Iron Man's chest and eye sockets dimmed. He could only maintain his armor's engine at extremely low power, keeping himself suspended in the middle of the space filled with alien corpses.
The only white light flickered erratically, on the verge of sinking into darkness.
"Am I really going to die in this unknown, hellish place?" Stark's lips curled into a bitter smile. Lost in here, he found the alien creatures buried here were simply countless!
Moreover, the clothes and weapons on these corpses varied.
This actually validated Stark's long-held suspicion: beyond Earth, there were clearly more complex and dense alien advanced civilizations!
The founding of the Avengers was the correct path for the future.
Unfortunately, knowing this in advance was useless now.
Stark felt helpless. The energy in his suit was about to run out, which meant that this would also be his burial place!
Thinking of this, Stark became much calmer and said softly, "Activate the internal camera for personal video archiving."
Iron Man's helmet glowed internally, reflecting Stark's tired face: "Leave it for Pepper, Virginia Pepper Potts."
"By the time you see this, I should already be dead."
"Living in an era with alien invasions and rampant mutations, one truly doesn't know when an accident might strike. Perhaps I should have prepared myself long ago—just like one moment I was in New York, and now, suddenly trapped in this inescapable place. I tried my best, I really did."
"But, you need to know. I'm not leaving this to complain. I just want to tell you that I actually—"
"I love you very much."
...Falling directly from a hundred meters high to the factory ground, gravel splattered, and Vincent made a depression in the ground below. Nearby, the spaceship's wreckage and fragments also crashed onto the factory buildings, igniting raging fires.
Vincent did not relax his vigilance. He carefully sensed outwards, confirming that the third Symbiote had truly died, and only then did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Dealing with the third, and final, Symbiote was much easier than expected.
It was also because the Symbiote Riot insisted on seeking death by trying to escape on the spaceship, which instead trapped it within the sealed spaceship cabin, where it was extremely suffocatingly burned to death.
Of course.
If Vincent had arrived a step late, allowing the other party to escape Earth on the spaceship, the outcome would have been different.
Now, all three Symbiotes were dead, with the Symbiote Venom dormant within the Flerken.
"It's over." Vincent pushed off with his cat paws, his body suddenly accelerating, and his small shadow leaped over the Base Factory fence.
He returned to the Queens street where Gwen and Kara's hotel was located.
Halfway there, Vincent, who was parasitizing the Flerken, suddenly remembered something, something very important.
"Oh, that's right, I almost forgot." Vincent did not stop his pace. As he flew over the tall buildings, the little cat's mouth opened menacingly, and he casually spat towards the street below!
Ptooey!
Immediately, a golden-red Iron body was spat out from his mouth, falling in freefall.
Vincent did not stop, accelerating and disappearing into the city's night sky.
Clang!!
A dull metallic sound of touching the ground rang out. Iron Man, covered in viscous saliva, sat in the middle of the street, bewildered and dazed.
What happened?
Stark was still a bit dizzy. What met his eyes was, of course, the familiar and bustling modern streets of New York, with traffic everywhere, and Christmas carols starting to play on the streets.
Watching the crowds gathering, with some even starting to take pictures.
Stark was silent for a moment, not feeling lucky to have survived, but rather wanting to curse.
WTF!
His last words, recorded for nothing?
...Shortly after Vincent left.
Inside the office building of the Biological Base Factory.
Eddie looked at the flames outside, which had already spread across most of the factory, and immediately panicked, rushing to escape. He accidentally kicked a chair, causing him to fall heavily onto the office floor.
His scraped palm was burning hot. Eddie, in pain, struggled to get back up, but at that moment, a cold sensation came from one end of his palm.
It was as if something was seeping into his wound!
Eddie, getting up, subconsciously looked at his palm, but found nothing on his hand, nor any trace of a wound. It seemed as if his palm hadn't been scraped just now.
The fire was about to reach the office building he was in.
Eddie didn't think too much, and hurriedly pushed open the door to escape!