Marvel's Venom, starting with a Hydra undercover agent.

Holm hasn't said much from the beginning until now; she's been doing all the work, so she's also a little eager to try.

Hearing Daisy's initiative and the slight fluctuation in her tone, Holm also looked up with some curiosity.

He was preoccupied with other things and was wondering who to assign these tedious tasks to. He never expected that Daisy, who looked so cool and capable, would be so enthusiastic about these tasks.

After this brief encounter, Holm gained a general understanding of the relationship between him and Daisy.

Although they are partners, Daisy is more like learning and training, and she always puts Holm first when things happen.

Moreover, they didn't seem to know each other very well, and could even be described as somewhat strangers, which made Holm less nervous.

"Then it's up to you. Remember to write down the details clearly and don't omit anything." Holm nodded and looked at Daisy, saying, "The summary of the situation is now in your hands. Just organize it."

Upon hearing Holm's reply, Daisy's cool and pretty face brightened up a bit, and she nodded before continuing to organize the people around her.

"How can someone be so enthusiastic about their work?" Holm thought to himself, somewhat puzzled, as he observed Daisy's changing expression.

Could it be that his not-so-familiar partner is a workaholic who just loves working?

If that's the case, things will be easier for Holm in the future.

After watching Daisy get busy, Holm also took his phone out of his pocket.

So far, nothing unusual has happened from the surveillance cameras he set up at home, and no one has come to check on him.

Things didn't seem to be going as smoothly as Holm had hoped, which made him frown.

Why is no one coming? Is there something else that hasn't been finished? Or do they already know he's not dead and have taken action?

As he frowned in thought, the policeman he had just seen in the stadium came out and said something to the policeman next to him.

"Focus on that Spider-Woman, issue an arrest warrant. This matter must be resolved." The middle-aged policeman said, glancing at Holm before getting into the police car.

George Stacy, the NYPD sergeant—this is the information Holm just got from inside.

He was familiar with the name, but only from the Spider-Man movies.

In the movie, George Stacy will face the Lizard Man alongside Spider-Man, and then be killed by the Lizard Man.

When Holm watched the movie, he felt sorry for him and wondered if things would turn out the same way in this world.

However, according to the current development of this world, Peter Parker, who should have become Spider-Man, is already dead, and he died as the Lizard.

In that case, George Stacy's fate would probably not be like the movies he had seen before.

Watching the police car drive further and further away, Holm rubbed his head, opened the car door, and got into his own car.

The murderer who killed him has not yet shown up, so for whatever reason, he is unable to go home.

If the opponent can kill him once, they can kill him a second time. Holm cannot take such a risk.

Based on his fragmented memories and the physical condition he currently experiences, he should be a martial arts master with excellent skills.

However, he didn't know how much of his strength he had left, or what level he was at.

After thinking it over, Holm decided to stay out for the night first. His plan couldn't be considered a complete failure yet; he still had to wait and see if he could catch a fish and lure out the murderer who wanted to kill him.

Holm couldn't find peace of mind until he found this person; he always felt like a knife was hanging over his neck.

As night fell, Holm drove away from Midtown High School.

He drove along the road while opening the window to let the wind blow through.

Looking at the pedestrians and the scenery along the way, Holm was filled with emotion.

To be honest, he had never been to Europe or America before. In his previous life, he was always busy with work and only wanted to stay at home to rest on weekends.

I was planning to save up enough money to start a leisurely life of relaxation, but I never expected that a single drinking session would send me to another world.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, the killer, Spider-Woman, the Lizard, and so on...

All these events have been impacting him in this short period of time, constantly changing his understanding of his situation.

"Phew~ The most important thing now is to find clues about the murderer..." Holm thought to himself.

How much of his memory is still useful is another matter; his most pressing concern right now is ensuring his own safety.

He has gradually accepted and resigned himself to his identity as a S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra agent. After all, his identity in this world has many advantages, such as a very high salary, and even double the pay.

As long as we resolve the urgent issue of his life and safety, find the person who wanted to kill him, and figure out what really happened, we can succeed.

After that, he can still live a good life in this world. With the help of the movie memories in his mind, he can at least avoid many potentially fatal events.

As the evening breeze blew, Holm's jumbled thoughts gradually cleared up, and his agitated emotions subsided.

Chapter 5, The Simple and Honest People of New York City

"If I remember correctly, there should be a hotel just past the next intersection."

Holm looked at the buildings beside him and compared them with the memories in his mind.

As he pondered this, he also took the opportunity while waiting for the red light to illuminate his surroundings.

Although it's already evening, the place is still very lively.

People were constantly coming and going from the nightclub next door, and even Holm could hear the loud music from inside his car.

Groups of two or three people walked out of the nightclub, then either collapsed on the roadside or started vomiting while hugging a trash can.

Whether it's a sexy woman dressed in revealing clothes or a stylish man dressed in exquisite attire, they all look equally unsightly when they're vomiting while hugging a trash can.

An unpleasant smell drifted in on the evening breeze, and Holm frowned as he raised the window.

As the red light turned green, Holm, who was already impatient, stepped on the gas and sped off.

After leaving the area, he rolled down the window again, letting the evening breeze blow on his face and carry away the lingering smell from the car.

After turning the corner, Holm saw the hotel sign he remembered from afar.

Just then, a noisy chorus of foul language came from the alley next door.

"What's the point of drinking alone? Why don't you come with us to the bar next door for a drink?"

"I have a lot of good stuff here, all rare finds on the market. If you come with us, I guarantee you'll be in heaven tonight and forget all your troubles."

A man wearing a baseball cap and with multiple colorful chains around his neck was grinning lewdly. He was winking at his companion while speaking to a woman who was squatting on the ground with her hoodie pulled up.

Several cans of beer were placed in front of the woman squatting on the ground. Her hoodie, pulled up, completely covered her face and expression, with only a few strands of golden hair falling out.

Whether she didn't hear it or simply didn't care, she didn't react to the man's lewd words and remained squatting on the ground silently.

"Hahahaha!"

The woman's silent reaction prompted the men next to the man in the hat to burst into loud laughter.

They patted the man in the hat hard on the shoulder while saying strange things, making him feel very embarrassed.

Enraged, the man in the hat grabbed the woman who was squatting on the ground and pulled out a switchblade, holding it to her neck.

After being forcibly pulled up from the ground, the woman's hoodie fell off her head, revealing long blonde hair and a pretty but indifferent face.

Even though the lighting was dim, her blue eyes still stood out.

As if she didn't care about any of this, the woman's—no, the girl's—eyes were expressionless, revealing a heavy melancholy.

Looking at the beautiful, expressionless face before him, the man in the hat felt even more humiliated. He grabbed the girl's clothes, brought the switchblade closer, and shouted loudly.

"You bitch! Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"

"What are you pretending for?! I've slept with countless guys like you!"

"Trying to act all high and mighty, huh! Just wait until we get our hands on you and see if you'll still be acting like this!"

While the man in the hat was showing off his prowess, the men standing next to him started jeering and lewdly laughing, "Hehehe, didn't expect it to be a little sister! She's really pretty~"

"It's been a long time since I've played with someone so tender. We'll make you feel really good in a bit, and I guarantee you won't be able to stop screaming."

As they spoke, the group moved closer to the girl, their groping hands reaching out eagerly, all wanting to feel her soft body.

The girl, whose eyes had been indifferent, showed a change in expression for the first time. A dangerous glint flashed in her azure eyes, and her fists, hidden in her wide sleeves, were clenched tightly.

"DEA (Department of Drug Enforcement)! Hands up!"

A shout interrupted the thugs' groping and also thwarted the girl's prepared counterattack.

When they turned around, they saw a man in a black suit standing at the alley entrance, holding a pistol.

Although the man's angular face was clean and handsome, the murderous aura between his brows and his sharp eyes prevented them from having any thoughts of disrespect.

"Raise your hands!"

Holm spoke each word carefully, while his fingers were already applying slight pressure.

Seeing Holm's actions and hearing his stern warning again, the thugs shuddered and quickly raised their hands.

"OK, OK, OK, calm down, buddy! We've already raised our hands!" the man in the hat said sincerely.

Although they were cursing in their hearts, they didn't dare utter a single word on the surface.

Everyone knows these cops are like mad dogs, mad dogs with licenses to kill.

If the guns were fired, these mad dogs would be fine, but they would lose their own lives.

"Bang!" With a gunshot, the man in the hat fell to his knees in agony, looking at his hand that had been shot open and howling loudly.

The piercing scream sent a chill down the spines of the people nearby, and their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Possessing a dangerous weapon and intending to assault a police officer." Before the men could ask why, Holm calmly stated.

Upon hearing Holm's words, the group glanced at the blood-stained switchblade lying to the side, their throats feeling incredibly dry.

"Thump, thump!"

Perhaps their legs went weak, or perhaps they wanted to beg Holm to let them go with this attitude, but suddenly their legs gave way and they knelt on the ground one after another.

"Officer...we have no weapons, we...we have nothing!"

The man who had just laughed the most lewdly raised his hand high as he spoke in a trembling voice, trying his best to prove to Holm that he posed no threat.

Holm looked at them, raised his gun, and quickly approached, then squatted down in front of them.

"Don't you have something that makes people feel like they're floating on air? Take it out and let me see."

Upon hearing Holm's words, the sleazy man stammered, "The thing...the thing is in our pockets."

He didn't dare reach in to take it himself, afraid that if he put his hand in the pocket, he would end up like the man in the hat, or even worse.