Marvel's Super Venom

Scott said confidently: "Dude, I have a master's degree in electrical engineering, okay? I'm fine."

Louis saw that Scott had made up his mind to go, so he no longer wanted to keep Scott. Anyway, Scott would come back to him after he truly experienced the beatings in society.

Steck, after parting ways with Louis, went to work at an ice cream parlor, wearing pink smocks and a blue hat as the front desk.

A tall kid came over, and Scott said with a smile, "Welcome to Baskin-Robbins, do you want to try our mango smoothie?"

"No, thank you, I still...please give me a hamburger." The smile on the child's face was naive.

Scott shook his head quickly and said, "We don't...we don't sell burgers."

"Then pretzels, hot wraps, any mustard?" The kid was still preoccupied with other things.

Scott smiled and said, "This is for ice cream, Baskin-Robbins."

The child compromised, he let out a breath and said, "I will accept anything that is hot out of the oven."

When he came to the ice cream shop to ask for hot food, Scott understood that the child was a child with abnormal brain development, so the smile on his face disappeared, and he said coldly: "No."

Then the store manager called out, "Scott, can you come into the office? Now."

"No problem, Dale." Scott said, pointing to the child, and said to another employee, "Darby, can you take care of this idiot? Thanks."

Then Scott walked into the office and greeted the store manager: "Hey, Dale."

"Come in, sit whatever you want." Dale sat at the desk with his hands folded around his chest.

As soon as Scott came in, Dale said something that made him flustered: "Spent three years in San Quentin Prison, huh!"

"It was still discovered by you." Scott had an expression of recognition.

Dale nodded with a smile on his face: "Baskin-Robbins can always find out."

Scott's eyes started to twinkle a little: "I'm sorry, really, but I... nobody wants to hire me."

Dale counts Scott's crimes: "Break and break, grand larceny."

Scott kept apologizing: "I... I'm really sorry, I... it's like this, I... I don't do it anymore, I just want it."

Unexpectedly, Dell said to him: "I salute you, I really couldn't be happier."

"Really?" Scott tensed.

"Yes." After receiving Dale's answer, Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Scott felt ups and downs, and now his heart was beating very fast.

Dale said: "You really gave the rich bastards a hard time, and as I got to know more about what you've done, I thought... wow, I know this guy, he's one of my men. "

"Yeah, um, I'm happy to have this job, and I'm... I'm really grateful for the opportunity." Scott was at a loss for words.

Dale's face suddenly changed again, and he said sternly: "However, you still cannot escape the fire! I can't hire you."

Scott's face turned ugly: "What? Are you going to fire me?"

"That's right." Dale nodded.

Scott quickly defended himself: "Listen, Dale, that's not a violent crime, I'm a good employee!"

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Regarding Scott's justification, Dale nodded in agreement: "Of course it is not a violent crime, it is a cool crime, otherwise, this will definitely not be recorded, but... if you want to go Sip yourself a glass of mango smoothie when you’re here, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything.”

Dale said that he admired Scott's previous criminal behavior, but in fact he still couldn't stand a person who had been in prison to work under him.

At least, Scott felt that Dale was pretty good, so he really took a glass of mango smoothie when he was leaving, and drank it all the way on the street.

"The taste is not bad." Dale was walking on the busy street, and all kinds of people passed by him, but no one would give him a second look.

He lost his job again and had trouble finding a new one.

Even the shops that buy ice cream are afraid of him, and now he has nowhere to go.

So Scott came to a house called Magic Apartment, pushed open the iron door and walked in.

Rock music is playing here, and people gather on the wooden stairs to cheer loudly and twist their bodies. It seems that people in this apartment are living happily.

Scott ignored all of this and went straight to a room and opened the door, where his former cellmate Louis was making waffles.

"Hey, Scott, why are you here? Aren't you at work?" Seeing Scott's sudden appearance, Louis' eyes widened.

When we parted, Scott's eyes were so firm, as if there was no second pair of such firm eyes in the world.

Within a week, however, Scott came looking for him.

Scott put down his backpack and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, I got fired."

Louis sighed and said, "Damn it, did they find out who you are?"

"Yes." Scott put his backpack on the sofa, where several people were sitting at the table eating.

Obviously, these things were made by Louis himself.

Lewis said, "Baskin-Robbins always has eyes, brother."

He knew Scott couldn't stay long.

"Baskin-Robbins never jokes around." A black man sitting at the table seemed to have had the same experience as Scott. He wore a white beanie and had a tuft of beard under his lips.