Unlike Harry Osborn, whose brain had completely shut down...
Venom wasn't too bothered by the current situation.
After all, Norman wasn't Venom's father. In fact, Norman had once teamed up with Dr. Otto with the intent of studying him.
If it weren't for taking Harry's feelings into account, Venom wouldn't have even considered helping out.
So, whether four "Mystiques" had simultaneously disguised themselves as Norman Osborn, or old Norman had gained the ability to create clones and shapeshift after injecting that "Green Goblin Serum," Venom couldn't care less.
Whether it was Mystique or a Super Soldier, none of them were a match for the great Venom.
"Hehehe~ Just grab them all, right?!"
As he spoke, Venom exerted force with both his arms and legs, intending to knock out the three "Normans" he had already restrained.
At the same time, he didn't forget to shoot a thick black tentacle from his back, planning to take down the "little cutie" behind him who had chosen to ambush him with a dagger.
However, the moment he "made his move"...
Hummm~
A piercing vibration rang out.
Centered on the dagger stabbed into his waist, ripples immediately spread across Venom's black, vein-like exterior.
Venom screamed in agony.
The tentacle extending from his back went limp instantly.
Before it could even touch the "Norman" behind him, it flopped uselessly to the ground.
Not only that, even the large hands that were firmly gripping the two "Normans" turned from knotted muscle into puddles of sludge.
Remember, although he was using Harry's body, Harry's arms weren't that long. The giant hands were actually formed by Venom's biomass.
In an instant, the two "Normans" Venom had grabbed broke free.
"This is... a sonic weapon..."
At this moment, Venom had lost his previous arrogance. Half of his body had retracted into Harry, and the remaining half clung to Harry like disorganized black slime.
Even his voice was breaking up.
Seeing this, Harry, who was still dazed, didn't have time to think about the why and how. He immediately tried to endure the pain and pull the dagger out of his waist.
The fact that the enemy had prepared such a specific weapon meant they came prepared.
The priority now was to free Venom from control and escape.
But just as his hand reached behind him, Snap!—his wrist was clamped tight by the "Norman" behind him.
The immense force on his wrist felt like an iron pincer. Harry, who was used to relying on Venom's brute strength to overpower enemies, couldn't break free at all.
And just as Harry's wrist was grabbed, the other three "Normans" who had broken free also pulled out daggers and walked toward him expressionlessly.
Is this the end?
Fortunately, the next moment...
Venom, who had been partially paralyzed on Harry's skin, suddenly exploded into action, detaching completely from Harry.
The entire symbiote whipped around crazily in the air like a blob of flying tar.
Then, he elongated his body, transforming into thick, black, thorny whips, lashing out at the faces and arms of the surrounding "Normans."
In an instant, the four "Normans" were covered in blood and countless cuts.
"Harry! Pull out the dagger!!"
Looking at the still-dazed Harry, Venom wanted to whip him too.
Right now, just the piercing sound waves diffusing through the air were causing significant interference.
If he hadn't been forced to endure the noise of those kids' band rehearsals lately, giving him a slight tolerance, he might have struggled to even detach from Harry's body just now.
Touching Harry's body before the dagger was removed would be suicide.
Luckily, Harry wasn't completely useless.
As Venom roared, Harry gritted his teeth and, taking advantage of the enemy's injuries, reached back and pulled the dagger from his waist.
"Ahhh—"
With a cry of pain, blood spurted from Harry's lower back like a fountain.
Because he pulled the dagger out too violently, the already significant wound tore open even further.
But none of that mattered now.
Without needing Venom's reminder, the moment Harry pulled out the dagger, he threw it far away.
Venom, who was still bouncing around and "whipping" enemies, immediately wrapped around Harry and merged back into his body in an instant.
"ROAR—"
With a roar mixed with rage and saliva, Agent Venom reappeared.
But before Venom, tongue lolling, could make a move...
The daggers in the hands of the other three "Normans" emitted a piercing hum simultaneously.
Added to the dagger still vibrating on the ground in the distance, the sharp noise filled the entire alley.
Feeling his body weaken instantly and seeing his "skin" ripple like water...
Venom decisively chose to retreat.
Fortunately, the enemy's weapons seemed to be most effective only when stabbed into the body.
Now, even with four daggers vibrating at once, Venom only felt weak. He didn't detach from Harry or lose his form.
So Venom decisively elongated his arms, stabbing them into the walls on both sides.
Exerting force with both hands and feet, he launched himself into the air like a slingshot, landing on the roof.
Looking down...
The "Norman" who had ambushed them initially had retrieved his dagger.
Now, four "Normans," each holding a dagger, looked up at them expressionlessly.
However, Harry and Venom noticed something. The areas where the four "Normans" had been whipped by Venom were bleeding like normal humans, but the skin around the wounds had faded, revealing patches of green skin underneath.
"Is that the Green Goblin Serum Dr. Otto talked about? They really look like goblins..."
Seeing one of the "Normans" reveal half a face full of scratches, green skin, and pointed ears, Harry muttered in horror.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to lament.
The four "Normans" below seemed to possess Super Soldier-level physical stats. They leaped up, kicking off the walls, and charged toward the roof with daggers in hand, clearly not intending to let Harry go.
Venom, sensing the weird sound waves getting closer, didn't have time to care about Harry's inner turmoil.
"Go! Retreat first!"
With that, Venom covered Harry's face again and fled into the distance without looking back.
Leaving the four "Normans" standing quietly on the roof, watching Harry's retreating figure.
"Should we chase?"
"No need. Someone will cover for us!"