Harem With Venom In Marvel/Dc

Sahara Desert

Armed helicopters hovered in the sky.

"Frank, can we still get this?" Chino asked in surprise.

The next day, when he woke up, he ordered Frank to arrange a flight to the Sahara Desert.

Unexpectedly, after a day out, he discovered a gunship helicopter.

"Our connections with the military have always been quite useful. Are you sure you don't need me to come with you, young master?"

Frank, dressed in black combat gear and fully armed with various weapons stacked in the corner, slowly landed the plane.

"No, Frank. Wait here. There's still poison in the air."

[Don't worry, butler! I am well protected!]

Venom peeked out, gazing at the small hill in the distance. The sensation within him grew stronger.

"Alright then, I'm heading out."

Chino, wearing a ridiculous yellow windbreaker, walked along the slope of a hill. Beneath it lay a natural bunker, where terrifying young soldiers patrolled the area, with various shells flying through the air.

"So this is really the place where Stark was kidnapped."

[Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in already.]

Venom was itching to transform.

"Wait! You're not planning on blowing everything up with a cannon, are you?" Chino immediately halted.

[And if I was?]

"Come on, remember why we're here. Our goal is to find something, not kill people. If the item we need is in their hands and you go on a rampage, what if it gets destroyed?"

Truthfully, he didn't want to get injured. While he wouldn't die due to Venom and his self-healing ability, the pain was just too much to bear.

[Then what should we do?]

"First, confirm the exact location of what we're looking for."

Chino climbed a small incline and stopped in the middle of the desert.

[There. It's right below us.]

"Then start digging!" Chino stared at the yellow sand beneath his feet.

[…]

Inside the Cave

"You're incredible. You can craft such a perfect weapon with just a hammer."

The leader of the Ten Rings Gang gazed at the broken steel armor in the corner.

"You truly are the world's greatest genius, Tony Stark."

The leader looked at the two men cornered at gunpoint with an excited expression.

Tony Stark wore a grim expression but had successfully bought himself a week's time. However, he hadn't expected them to suddenly attack today.

"What about the weapon blueprints?"

The leader was eager to reach out. With those blueprints, the Ten Rings Gang would undoubtedly dominate the world.

Tony glanced at Yinsen, who translated, "He wants the weapon schematics. Don't give it to him."

Tony knew that handing over the blueprints would buy him another day of survival.

So, he walked over to the workbench, carefully sorting through the drawings, making sure not to leave a single trace behind.

The leader watched Tony's back with heavy breathing. Soon, he would have the designs for the ultimate weapon that could rule the world.

Yinsen's eyes darkened.

Tony gathered a stack of blueprints and approached the leader. The subordinates stepped aside one by one, while the leader stood there like a king awaiting tribute.

Tony handed the papers over slowly.

The leader, with trembling hands, reached out to grab them.

Suddenly, Tony flicked his wrist, and the blueprints fell into the furnace beside him. In an instant, the intense heat turned them to ash.

"NOOOO!!!"

The leader grabbed Tony by the collar and shouted, "What have you done!?"

Yinsen translated as Tony turned around, his bloodshot eyes filled with contempt.

"No one can take anything from me. I am Tony Stark… and that includes you."

The entire cave fell silent. Everyone stared at the two fearless men, their expressions unwavering in the face of death. The leader's eyes turned bloodshot with fury.

Only Yinsen and Tony laughed.

"Hahaha..."

The leader, enraged, burst into laughter and released Tony before pulling out a pistol and firing twice.

"ARGHHH!"

Tony collapsed to the ground, two bleeding holes in his knees.

"You don't need to build weapons anymore. As long as you can draw blueprints, you don't need legs to escape. After all, drawing doesn't require legs."

Cold sweat dripped from Tony's face. This time, he truly had no way to escape. His kneecaps were shattered. Even if he recovered, he would be crippled.

"I will neither draw nor build weapons for you."

Watching the terrorists use the very weapons he had invented, he resolved never to make weapons for them again.

"That's alright. Since you have such a good relationship with this man, let's see how long you can keep your secrets."

Hearing the translation, the leader ordered his men to hold Yinsen down. He then grabbed a soldering iron from the furnace and pressed it against Yinsen's chest.

Tony's eyes turned bloodshot.

"STOP!"

"AHHHHHH!!!"

The stench of burning flesh filled the air.

As the temperature cooled, the leader withdrew the soldering iron, now carrying a large chunk of burnt flesh.

"If you don't cooperate, I will keep torturing him until you do."

Tony clenched his fists.

Yinsen, despite the pain, sat up. His pupils were dilated, blood trickled from them, yet he still looked directly at the leader.

Shaking, he pulled out a crystal from his pocket, pressed it against his forehead, and began to pray.

"Your sins are too great… God… Allah will send his messenger to punish you."

The leader smirked as he snatched the crystal and admired its transparent beauty.

"There is no God. The only truths in this world are money and weapons."

"The only truth in this world is money and weapons. Hahaha…"

The terrorists' laughter echoed through the cave, as if the cave itself was trembling.

At that moment, a large hole opened in the ceiling, and a dark figure dropped down, landing right in front of the leader.

Everyone stared at the demonic figure.

A tall, black body. Smooth skin. Pale blue eyes. A mouth full of fangs. And a long, slithering tongue.

Venom's eyes locked onto the crystal in the leader's hand.

"That belongs to me."

Before the leader could react, the monster snatched the crystal and swallowed it.

The leader took a few steps back, then roared, "SHOOT HIM! KILL THIS MONSTER!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Without hesitation, everyone fired. It didn't matter whether this thing was a demon or a messenger of God. The only thing they believed in was money and weapons.

Within moments, seven or eight rifles unloaded their magazines. The monster's figure was engulfed in smoke as bullets rained upon it.

They didn't stop until every magazine was empty.

"So? What happens to a messenger of God now? If God himself descended, we would beat him to death. Only money and weapons are the true power in this world."

The leader smirked proudly, his eyes glimmering with greed and arrogance.

A deep voice echoed from within the smoke.

"You're absolutely right. But let me correct you—only power is the true reality of this world."

Hearing those words, the leader felt a chill run down his spine.

Quote:

"The world is not driven by money or weapons, but by the strength to wield them."

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