Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

Chapter 210: Dark moon and high wind, murderous night
After arranging things in Sokovia, Holm quietly returned to the United States under a false identity.

As of today, his vacation is coming to an end, so the last part of the plan must be dealt with now.

"Finally we have to deal with that old guy. I have been coveting his head for a long time." Looking at the darkening sky outside the window, Venom also licked his big mouth and said to Holm.

"Yes, I have been planning for this day for a long time." As Holm spoke, the thick black venom gradually enveloped his body.

"I can't wait to see his surprised face when he faces us."

After saying that, Holm bent his legs slightly, jumped directly to the roof of the building opposite, and rushed towards Garriott's residence.

He had already clearly investigated Garriott's usual activities and residence, just for this moment.

As the sky slowly darkens, the street lights on both sides of the street gradually light up, filling the street with orange-yellow lights.

Garriott was sitting in the back seat of a car at this time, leaning on the seat with his eyes closed, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked the driver in front of him: "What's going on in Hom recently? Is he still on vacation?"

As Garriott's thoughts flowed, the vehicle quickly left the city and arrived at a villa in the suburbs.

"He is too alert. As long as someone comes close to him, he will be discovered quickly. One of them was even almost killed by him last time."

The very act of Garriott asking them to spy on Holm was outrageous. It was a typical fight between gods and they suffered.

They had to disobey Garrett's orders, but Holm's powerful strength prevented them from getting any advantage at all.

Once discovered, it was okay for Holm to throw them away and make them lose their target. What was scary was that Holm would treat them as enemies and kill them before they had time to explain.

"Our people can only find out that he has been at home these past few days and rarely goes out. We don't know the details."

Hearing the driver's answer, Garriott said nothing and just nodded slightly.

If they wanted to keep a good watch, they had to close the distance, but once they closed the distance, Holm would notice.

When he said this, there was a hint of bitterness in the driver's tone.

After hearing Garriott's question, the driver sorted out his thoughts and responded: "I'm still on vacation, but I don't have much time left."

It is this situation that proves that there is nothing abnormal about the situation over there. If Holm suddenly lets these people monitor the distance closer, then he will wonder if the other party is up to something.

Of course he knew very well what the driver said, but he was not very surprised. After all, Holm's strength was there, and it would be abnormal if they could not detect their surveillance.

As the guard at the door slowly opened the iron door, Garrett's special bulletproof vehicle also drove through the door and slowly stopped at the door of the villa.

This is his residence and the place where his security forces are most concentrated.

As an old agent who has struggled for many years, it is normal to have such a configuration. Like Holm, he is a double agent hidden in SHIELD. When he was young, his focus was on SHIELD. However, due to his limited abilities, he was only a level 8 agent for many years, and there was no way to rise up. .

Until now, he has slowly stopped working in SHIELD, and his focus has been on Hydra, hoping to rely on his past achievements to climb up the ladder in Hydra and enter the core management. .

It seems that his plan is successful so far. Now he is only one step away from the core management of Hydra and will soon be promoted by Pierce.

After entering the villa, Garriott also went to his lounge as usual, lay comfortably on the lounge chair, lit a cigar, and drank wine while puffing on the smoke.

Today's night should be no different from usual, but for some reason, just halfway through smoking the cigar, Garriott suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Feeling this sudden uneasiness, Garriott fumbled with the crystal clear wine glass, drank the amber liquid in it, and then picked up the phone on the table and dialed.

This is the phone line inside his villa. Normally, someone will respond within two seconds as long as he picks it up, but today he didn't get through until the busy tone sounded and the phone automatically hung up.

At this point, Garriott also knew that something was not right, so he put down his cigar, opened the drawer, and took out the pistol inside.

These two pistols were his old companions and had been well maintained over the years. He hadn't used them for a long time, but he didn't expect that they would come in use again tonight.

While holding the pistol tightly, he walked slowly to the door of the lounge, then put his ear against the door, listening to the sounds that might appear outside, trying to judge the situation.

But the strange thing is that there is no sound at all outside the door, it is so quiet that it makes people feel creepy.

You know that in such a big villa, the guards he arranged will patrol from time to time, how could there be no sound at all.

Thinking of this, he slowly opened the door, first put the pistol out, and then slowly observed the situation outside.

There was no light in the large living room outside the lounge at this time. Even the exquisite chandelier that was always on was dark at this time. Only the light of the lounge coming from the crack in the door and the moonlight coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room gave this scene. The outside provides a glimmer of light.

With these lights, he gradually saw the situation in the living room clearly.

I saw corpses lying strewn across the living room floor. Their necks were all slashed with large cuts. Thick blood almost filled the entire living room. The originally expensive carpet became a bit shabby after absorbing the blood. It's sticky, and it also exudes a unique fishy rust smell.

In addition to these corpses covering the entire living room, there is also a string of words smeared with blood on the wall of the living room.

"Comfort Straker with your blood!"

"Struck?! How is that possible? The Hydra of Sokovia is here?!" Garriott instantly thought of the Hydra of Sokovia through the keyword Struck.

However, as far as he knew, the chaotic situation in Sokovia had just calmed down. How could he send someone here and target him.

And how could the Sokovian Hydra have the ability to kill all his guards silently and still leave such words behind.

(End of this chapter)