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Ch. 12 Venom Form
🕑 Added 2023-08-27 06:42:29 +0000 UTCA perfect shot!
Whether it was the angle of attack or the timing of the shot, this shot was perfect.
Combined with the unreasonable curved trajectory of bullet-curving, there was no flaw in this shot.
The fox that fired the shot and the Cross, who witnessed the shot, both made this judgment.
Even Russell had to admit that this shot was indeed exceptional.
Under the impact of the bullet, his head tilted to the side, and his body followed the same direction, falling over.
However, just when everyone thought he had been killed by the shot, he steadied himself once again.
That shot hurt just a little bit!
After regaining his balance, Russell didn't hesitate. He exerted force with his legs, rushing into the interior of the textile factory through the passage in the wall.
Only after his figure completely disappeared from view did the Cross and the fox who fired the shot react.
He's not dead!
Russell, who had been shot in the temple, miraculously survived!
While they knew Russell was a superhuman, they hadn't expected him to withstand bullets with his body.
What surprised them even more was that the intelligence about Russell didn't mention this at all.
Apart from Russell himself, anyone who knew he could resist bullets with his body had been dealt with by him, without exception.
Even Diana, who shared his bed, wasn't aware of this.
Bodily bullet resistance!
Russell had only discovered this ability a year ago.
Speaking of this, a criticism of his "cheat code" system is unavoidable.
His system not only lacked a noticeable presence most of the time but was also far from user-friendly.
"Reward: Blessing of Wonder Woman; Activation Effect: Upon activation, you will gain physical attributes far beyond those of a normal human and possess weak demigod-like power."
The system's description of the activation effect was just a single sentence.
Apart from that, there was nothing else.
If it weren't for an accident during a mission a year ago that led to him being surrounded and shot at by various firearms, he wouldn't have discovered he could resist bullets with his body.
Attributes like strength, speed, and endurance could be noticed even without getting hurt, just from daily life.
However, the defensive attribute was a bit more challenging to ascertain.
Russell had never really tested how strong his extraordinary physique's defense was, at most using a knife or something casually.
The idea of shooting himself never crossed his mind, ever!
It wasn't until the accident a year ago that he discovered he could resist bullets to a certain extent.
Why to a certain extent?
The reason was simple!
He hadn't tested where his bodily defense limit lay.
As mentioned, he had never considered shooting himself.
Although he wasn't sure about the exact limit of his bodily defense, he was confident that common handguns and rifles couldn't inflict fatal injuries on him.
Feeling pain was a certainty!
But being shot through by a bullet, for instance, was something he hadn't experienced yet.
Before, he couldn't determine his bodily defense limit.
However, after activating the "Venom Symbiote" reward, he could thoroughly test his defense limit.
The Venom could grant the host a potent healing ability. Limbs severed, hearts punctured, abdomens sliced open—all could be healed instantly.
Even if he was turned into minced meat or disintegrated, given sufficient time, he would gradually recover.
With the Venom, even if he subjected himself to cruel tests, he needn't worry about accidentally killing himself.
Even so, he didn't entertain the idea of testing his limit by "self-harming."
Healing was healing, but pain was real!
He wasn't a masochist, lacking the perverse excitement from being in pain.
However, coming to think of it, if Diana were in a special environment, wearing special armor, holding a small whip, and whipping him, he should still be able to feel excitement amidst the pain.
Once inside the textile factory, Russell holstered his handguns.
Venom form!
He silently invoked it in his mind, and the black, writhing, tentacle-like and mucus-like special biological tissue surged out from within him.
In the blink of an eye, the 1.8-meter-tall Russell transformed into a more than 2-meter-tall black humanoid monster.
Sharp fangs, pointed teeth, a long red tongue, and large white eyes.
A muscular black humanoid body, hands like sharp claws, with white patterns resembling veins.
This wasn't Russell's first time undergoing a full Venom transformation.
Last night, he had transformed into a complete Venom-like form a few times in the guest bedroom.
When he entered this form, which was like a complete Venom entity, he experienced a marvelous sensation of his bodily functions being infinitely amplified.
His already astonishing superhuman physique, enhanced by the Venom, had reached an unbelievably terrifying level.
This feeling was unlike any other!
The full Venom transformation allowed him to unleash all of Venom's abilities.
But the disadvantages were equally evident.
In this state, high temperatures and ultrasonic waves became his weaknesses.
Inside the textile factory, there were many more Brotherhood assassins compared to outside. As soon as Russell transformed into Venom, bullets came at him like a storm.
Now fully transformed into Venom, Russell didn't dodge or evade; he let the bullets hit his body.
Without any suspense, the bullets that hit his body were deflected one by one, causing him no harm.
Seeing that bullets couldn't harm Russell, who had turned into a black monster, the assassins who were shooting at him displayed expressions of disbelief.
Russell didn't give them time to be astonished. He exerted a slight force with his legs, leaped high into the air, and pounced on the nearest enemy like a beast.
Previously, Russell wasn't fond of close combat.
Although he had a superhuman physique, he still preferred to use firearms to deal with enemies.
However, now he was starting to enjoy the sensation of tearing enemies apart with his bare hands.
Just a casual wave of his hand was enough to easily cut through the bodies of these Brotherhood assassins.
With a slight application of force, his claw-like hands could easily puncture their bodies.
Now, he didn't need to employ any combat techniques. He just needed to swing his claw-like hands like a beast, and he could easily take the lives of these Brotherhood assassins.
Crimson blood splattered everywhere, severed limbs were scattered around.
Sounds of agonizing screams echoed incessantly.
This wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided slaughter, primitive and bloody.
Russell didn't let these assassins suffer for long. He tried to instantly kill anyone he could, using a single strike if possible.
As for those who were relatively lucky and had only their bodies slashed or limbs severed, lying on the ground in agony, Russell's black tendrils emerged from his body and pierced through their heads like spears.
In just a short span of one or two minutes, the Brotherhood assassins in the ground floor of the factory had lined up to report to the Lord of Hell, Mephisto.
After Russell dealt with all the assassins in the factory, the Cross finally arrived before him, looking anything but human.
"Sloan's office is on the second floor!"
The Cross glanced with some reluctance at the bodies scattered throughout the factory.
Just a week ago, these people had still been his colleagues.
But now, they had become ghastly corpses.
The Cross wasn't particularly sentimental, but the scene before him still evoked a sense of lamentation.
Humans are truly fragile, aren't they?
