Venom, full coverage, battle mode.

This is just the beginning, with no additional abilities, only enhanced strength, speed, and physical fitness.

The sight of Natasha's transformation left the onlooking men feeling uneasy.

Can you imagine the shock of seeing a stunning beauty morph into a terrifying monster right before your eyes?

"Mon...monster!" Many were scared stiff by the creature wrapped in dark fluid, its face twisted in a terrifying grimace.

They were just ordinary people, after all, never having witnessed such a scene.

"What intoxicating power," Natasha remarked, gazing at her Venom Suit and her strength, which had increased several times over. This power had already surpassed human limits.

Natasha's gaze fell on the leader of the group, a black man. Such scum of society was better off dead.

"You, don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!" The leader, his face a mask of fear, clutched a Beretta 92F Pistol. In the United States, gun control was lax, and as long as you had money, you could get your hands on a gun.

Holding the pistol gave him a great sense of security and confidence.

Seeing this, Natasha took a step back. Despite her immense strength, her mindset hadn't fully adapted, and she instinctively feared firearms.

Seeing Natasha retreat, the black man grinned. No matter what kind of monster you are, you're still afraid of my gun, aren't you?

If I kill this thing, maybe it'll turn back, and I can have my way with it.

With that thought, the black man pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Several shots rang out until the gun clicked empty. The black man looked at the creature before him, all six bullets having hit their mark.

It should be dead now, right?

The black man felt a sense of smugness. This monster wasn't so tough after all.

Unfortunately, his triumph was short-lived. The dark creature before him patted the spots where the bullets had hit, completely unharmed.

Natasha glanced at the bullet casings on the ground, a hint of anger in her eyes. Although she was unharmed, this guy had thoroughly provoked her.

When he fired, she thought she was going to die. A top agent killed by a thug's gun, and then taken advantage of—such news would be unbearable even in death!

But after six shots, Natasha still felt no pain. The bullets couldn't penetrate her suit.

"Bastard!" Natasha cursed softly, stomping her right foot on the ground and appearing in front of the black man in an instant. Her black claws grabbed his head and pressed down hard.

In an instant, his head was shoved into his chest.

The black man didn't even have time to gasp before he was silenced.

The surrounding thugs, witnessing such a brutal scene, turned pale and ran, cursing their parents for not giving them an extra leg.

Seeing the thugs scatter, Natasha didn't pursue. The black fluid around her slowly dissipated, transforming back into the dress she had been wearing.

Natasha looked at the horribly dead black man with a dazed expression. Although it wasn't her first time killing, it was the first time she'd killed someone outside of a mission. This guy didn't deserve to die.

After being shot, her anger peaked, and without thinking, she killed him.

"What happened to me just now? Did you influence my thoughts?" Natasha asked coldly after a moment of silence.

"What does that have to do with me?" Yang Han asked, puzzled.

"I was extremely angry for a moment, something I've never experienced before. Otherwise, I wouldn't have killed him," Natasha said.

"Your mindset changed, that's all. You suddenly had immense power, and your mindset inflated. Coupled with the human fear of firearms and death, fear turned to anger, and you killed him. You couldn't handle the power, and now you're blaming me. Typical human behavior, always shifting the blame," Yang Han said, pursing his lips, clearly displeased.

Even if it was his fault, he wouldn't admit it and would find a bunch of excuses to deflect.

He had ambitions too. Who said symbiotes were content to be controlled by their hosts? Artificial Venom, Carnage, and other members of the Venom Family all sought to turn on their hosts.

If they didn't, could they still be called Venom? Not only that, Yang Han wanted Natasha to willingly accept his control.

And wasn't it quite an achievement to turn a beautiful woman into his servant? Then he could do whatever he wanted.

Hearing Yang Han's explanation, Natasha felt a bit guilty, realizing he might be right, and the main responsibility lay with her.

"Why didn't you tell me your suit could block bullets?" Natasha said, stubbornly.

"You didn't ask," Yang Han replied bluntly.

Natasha: "..."

But after this exchange, Natasha had no intention of delving deeper.

"You didn't tell me beforehand, so how was I supposed to know your suit could block bullets? And how can you be so sure it can? What if it couldn't, and I died?" Natasha said irritably.

"Are you stupid? If you died, how would that benefit me? If you died, where would I find another suitable host? If I couldn't block bullets, I'd have made you dodge. Besides, don't I know my own abilities? Forget bullets, even missiles can't penetrate my defense," Yang Han said disdainfully.

Hearing the disdain in Yang Han's voice, Natasha's cheeks flushed slightly with anger. Being looked down upon by this alien creature was intolerable.

"Anyway, it's your fault!" Natasha said, pushing all the blame onto Yang Han.

Yang Han: "Fine, fine, it's my fault, my fault. I can't argue with you. I'm out."

Yang Han went silent, unwilling to argue further with this woman.

Indeed, women, regardless of their profession, are unreasonable creatures.

Seeing Yang Han go silent, Natasha's lips curled slightly, her mood inexplicably improving.

It seemed that coexisting with this guy wasn't such a bad thing after all.

She could avoid gaining weight, change clothes at will, and not fear bullets on missions. It was perfect.

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