Chapter 45: Night Roaming

A few days later, Maverick's home, he was having a lively dinner with Venom.

Today, he made a major breakthrough in his experiment, so he was in a good mood, and the dishes on the table were sumptuous.

After dinner, Maverick lounged on the sofa, sipping tea, while Venom swiftly cleaned up the table with its tentacles, then washed the dishes by the sink.

"Oh~! I will wipe away the tears I accidentally shed! Pretend that everything doesn't matter! Our love!"

Venom sang as it washed the dishes, appearing very content and enjoying itself. Only when washing dishes could it sing loudly in the kitchen, showcasing its mournful and desolate singing voice.

It cherished this period of freedom to sing. During this time, Maverick's exploitation seemed less detestable because he still gave it the chance to sing. Thinking of this, Venom scrubbed the dishes even more vigorously.

After Venom finished washing the dishes, they both collapsed on the sofa together, watching news reports on various cases on TV.

As Maverick watched TV, he couldn't help but furrow his brow involuntarily.

New York may be one of the most prosperous city in the world, but behind this prosperity lies countless nauseating evils.

Although he didn't roam the city like Spider-Man, dealing with everything from minor bike thefts to robberies, he still lent a hand and punished criminals when necessary.

So, upon seeing the recent rampant criminal activities, he decided to take Venom out for a stroll and promptly select a few lucky ones to have their heads bitten off.

It just so happened that Venom had been behaving well and eating chocolate quietly during this time, so Maverick decided to improve its diet as a reward for its hard work in washing dishes.

Maverick's decision naturally received Venom's support. It even gave him a thumbs up.

After retracting Venom into his body, Maverick quickly changed his appearance with a single thought and left his home area. The security around his house was relatively good, so there were generally no problems.

Excited Venom didn't require Maverick's attention as it roamed around the city with him. White strands of webbing appeared on buildings and then dissolved on their own.

Due to the unique nature of Venom, the webs they shot could also be programmed to dissolve after a certain amount of time. Generally, the webs shot while traveling dissolved automatically after one minute, environmentally friendly and non-polluting.

As Maverick roamed the city, occasionally stopping to deal with some people, a dense web had already been woven around his movements, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

After a moment, in a dilapidated alley, the voice of a miserable and pitiful man kept echoing.

"Please spare me! I beg you! Let me go to jail, let the law judge me!"

A brown-haired man kept moving towards the wall, his leg already pierced by a bullet, so he could only use his hands to desperately move his body, hoping to get away from this approaching demon.

Maverick's narrow and pale eyes stared at the man who kept begging in front of him. He paid no attention to the man's words, only speaking in a hoarse and icy voice, "Just a moment ago, an old man was also begging for mercy from you, but you still broke his leg because he was too slow in his actions."

"Scum like you don't need to waste any more air and food. Going to hell early is the best destination for you." Maverick said as he grabbed the man's neck and lifted him up.

""Are you afraid?"" The two asked as their voices overlapped with each other.

"No! Please don't kill me! Don't—" The man's words were cut off halfway. Under the terrifying eyes beneath the hood, a mouth full of sharp teeth suddenly split open, directly biting off his head.

*Thud!* The headless body fell softly to the ground, like a lump of gradually cooling meat. The blood that had not yet cooled at the neck was continuously flowing out, forming a bright red puddle.

Watching the crimson blood on the ground, Maverick's mind also had an interesting idea.

After throwing the body to the ground, he bent down and dipped his fingers in the blood on the ground, then drew a symbol on the wall that belonged to Venom.

The symbol was simple, with two narrow eyes on top and a simple mouth full of sharp teeth below.

Underneath this symbol, Maverick wrote a sentence.

"Criminals, the next lucky one is you—Venom."

Looking at the mark and words he had drawn, Maverick nodded in satisfaction.

Just after devouring a head, Venom, in a good mood, popped its head out from his shoulder, indicating that it really liked the mark. It felt that the symbol showcased their demeanor perfectly.

The significance of leaving this mark for Maverick was to intimidate. After dealing with several heinous cases tonight, he felt he couldn't continue punishing criminals silently.

He needed to be conspicuous, so much so that at the mere thought of committing a crime, these people would feel a chill down their spine, fearing they might be the next ones to be killed.

Such behavior had its pros and cons. Maverick didn't need to wait until tomorrow to guess what the media and the authorities' reactions would be. Compared to heroes like Spider-Man, he reckoned he would probably be seen as a psychotic serial killer.

But who cared? Maverick shrugged. Whether seen as a hero or a psychotic serial killer, if being seen as the latter could make these criminals even more afraid and trembling, then he saw no harm in it.

As he pondered, he shot out a strand of webbing and leaped onto the rooftop, starting to look for the next lucky one.

Maverick swayed among the buildings. Before he could get far, he spotted several robbers robbing a convenience store.

For some reason, it seemed like criminals were swarming out tonight.

The convenience store was almost empty at night, with only a chubby cashier crouching on the ground, hands covering his head. Standing beside him was a man with a black hood, holding a gun to his head, while the other two were rummaging through the cash register and grabbing some items.

Noticing the situation, Maverick quietly approached the convenience store. Just then, a helicopter flew by overhead, its rotor blades making a buzzing sound.

"Why are there so many helicopters today?" Maverick wondered as he glanced at the helicopter passing overhead.

Not only were there many criminals out tonight, but there were also many helicopters flying overhead. He had already seen several of them.

Shaking his head, Maverick cleared his scattered thoughts and focused on the convenience store. The three inside the store didn't seem to notice anything unusual and continued with their robbery in an orderly manner.

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