American comics: Playing Spider-Man at the beginning, wandering around and losing contact

Chapter 120 Symbiote Experiment

"Wait a minute...Mr. Wilson." Kalus suddenly spoke and called Wilson.

Everyone looked at Kailus with doubtful eyes. In such a place, mercy was not a quality worthy of praise. In a city of deception and sin, kindness was often the epitaph of the noble.

Wilson even suspected that all of this was directed and acted out by this boxing club itself.

There have been many cases in the past where poor homeless people took advantage of the trust of kind-hearted people, stole the money from their pockets and ran away.

"Kailus, let's not meddle in other people's business." Nick reminded Kailus in a deep voice behind him.

Kailus shook his head, seeming a little stubborn.

However, he is not a saint, nor does he want to be one.

He turned his head and looked at the wounded man. It did not look like he was acting, but that was not Kaelus' intention.

"This guy... and those guys just now... seem to have a special smell." Kalus confirmed again cautiously.

He smelled a very special smell on those boxers, which was somewhat similar to venom. It seemed that those people must be closely related to his purpose this time.

If this guess is true, it would be a piece of cake!

Kailus then walked towards the distraught figure.

However, it was obvious that the dark-skinned young man had been tortured to the point of being somewhat insane. The moment he saw someone approaching him, he held his head and shrank back, looking cowardly and defensive.

"Oh... I'm sorry sir, it's all my fault. I offended your eyes... Sorry, I'll leave now..."

It can be seen that this guy has experienced something extremely terrifying, so that his mind is confused.

In public, it was difficult for Kaelus to reach out and stop a stranger, so he could only squint and watch him run out the door.

Fortunately, he was finally stopped by the security personnel at the door.

"Sir, I'm sorry, you still have an unpaid accommodation fee here. Your team leader has informed us to cancel the payment of your accommodation fee, so..."

It seems that since he was abandoned by those guys, he will have to bear a hefty amount of hotel accommodation expenses.

"Oh...accommodation fee...I'm so sorry...can you pay it later..." the dark-skinned young man said embarrassedly.

However, in this city, there is apparently no rule of buying things on credit, especially for this disheveled guy who had just been kicked out of the team.

The security personnel looked like they were going to call this guy to account.

Kailus stopped them in time.

"Gentlemen, please don't embarrass him."

Adding icing on the cake is far less important than providing timely assistance. Kalus knows this principle of winning people's hearts.

You have to make this guy trust you before you can get anything out of him.

Then, Kaylus looked at Wilson, who was carrying a big belly, behind him.

"..."

Wilson looked strange. Although he was full of doubts, he looked around, exchanged glances with Nick and the others, and decided to leave the decision to Kailus.

"Please charge his room fee to my account." Wilson turned and said to the lady at the front desk.

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Afterwards, Kailus took the scarred man and found a place to sit in the rest area at the back of the hall.

The black-skinned man didn't look like a native American, but rather a smuggler from South America. If that was the case, it would make sense why he was in desperate need of money and was willing to risk his life to fight for money.

It takes a lot of courage to box with mutants and extraordinary humans in the octagon.

Although the rules do not allow beating the opponent to death, but since it is a black boxing match, who cares about the rules? As long as it pleases the audience, beating the opponent to death or maiming him is normal.

"Have a glass of water first. Don't be nervous. I'm not here to embarrass you."

The dark-skinned man took the water from Kailus's hand with trembling hands, his hand bones were full of bruises due to boxing training.

Soon after, Nick, Coulson and others followed.

Seeing these guys with serious expressions, the man seemed to recall something. The water cup in his hand shook and fell to the ground, and he curled up on the sofa.

"..."

Only after he saw that these people really seemed to have no ill will towards him did the man gradually relax again.

"Gentlemen...you can call me Smith. As you can see, my job is to fight underground boxing..." Smith's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and it was obvious that he was cautious, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Then, he talked about his experience of fighting underground boxing. Just like what was said in all the movies, as a non-white person, he had a miserable family, a sick mother, and a sister who didn't have enough food to eat. So, with no other options, he asked someone to bring him to this city of desire, trying to earn some meager wages here with his still young and strong body.

However, it was obvious that Smith, who had been malnourished since childhood, was definitely not someone who could defeat his opponents in the ring. The club recruited him only because he was used as a punching bag. The sad look on his face made the audience and bosses gloat over his misfortune. However, Smith, who was always beaten, lost his value after the audience got tired of his humble look when he was beaten.

"Two days ago... the boss handed me some black pills and told me to either take the pills and help him win the fight, or get out," Smith sighed.

"Oh... a very common plot." Wilson leaned his bloated body on the sofa, bored, and seemed to be uninterested in the story of this poor fellow.

It was not until he saw the serious expressions of the others that he smiled bitterly and put away his indifferent expression.

"Kelus...you found something, right?" Nick asked.

Kailus nodded. This was pretty much what he expected.

What America lacks the least is people, especially the poor. If those who study the abilities of symbiotes want to conduct live experiments, these desperate poor people are the best targets.

"I just sensed a symbiote-like smell on those people. Combined with what Smith said, I think the boss he mentioned might have some dealings with a scientific organization that studies symbiotes."

Since they can't find the Wayne family hiding behind the scenes, then if they find the Life Foundation that may be cooperating with the Wayne family, they can naturally force the young master Wayne in the dark to take action.

"Symbiote? What is that..." Wilson was confused. "Brother Kailus, are you mistaken? It sounds like a biological weapon. How could it appear here?"

"Those guys, at most, would take stimulants occasionally to enhance the show effect. How could they possibly conduct biochemical experiments just for boxing..."

(End of this chapter)