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

Seeing the lewd man so scared yet so cautious, Holm smiled, took out all the items from their pockets, and then took out his phone to take pictures of each of them.

"Tracy Branagh, male, 24 years old... Errol Cox, male, 28 years old..."

As Holm recited their names, ages, and criminal records one by one, the men's eyes widened in disbelief.

Chapter 6, New Ideas

"With so many criminal records, you guys are among the best of the scumbags," Holm said sarcastically, as he picked up a few ropes from a pile of debris and tied the hands of the sleazy man and the still wailing man in the hat to a row of trash cans.

To prevent them from dragging the trash can along, he also took off their belts and tied their legs together in the same way.

After finishing all that, Holm dusted off his hands, checked the time, and said, "My colleagues will be here in five minutes to take you away. You'd better confess all the rubbish you've done to avoid getting into more trouble later."

Upon hearing Holm's words, the sleazy men nodded hurriedly, afraid that they hadn't been sincere enough. All they wanted now was for this mad dog to leave as soon as possible.

After dealing with these matters, Holm put his pistol back into the holster on his waist, then pulled the silent girl beside him out of the alley.

The girl looked at Holm's figure, and a hint of light appeared on her usually silent and indifferent face; she seemed to be about to say something.

But before she could even speak, Holm had already hailed a taxi.

As the taxi pulled over, Holm frowned and looked at the girl, saying, "You're not even 21 yet, are you? Judging by your appearance, you're probably just a high school student. Don't you know you can't buy alcohol or drink alcohol yet?..."

Hearing Holm's somewhat serious tone, the girl pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly, making it impossible to see the light in her eyes.

Seeing the girl lower her head slightly, Holm nodded inwardly.

It's good that you feel ashamed; at least that will prevent such things from happening again.

Thinking of this, he continued, "Go home earlier after school from now on, don't wander around the streets so late. If something really happens, it'll be too late to regret it..."

"Alright, get in the car now. Tell the driver where you live and go straight home. Don't linger outside."

After saying that, Holm opened the car door and gestured for the girl to get in.

The girl kept her head down, her expression unreadable, but she still bent down and got into the car after the door opened.

After closing the car door, Holm went around to the driver's side.

Seeing the somewhat impatient bearded driver, Holm simply took out fifty dollars from his pocket and put it in the driver's breast pocket, then took out an FBI badge and showed it to the driver.

"Here's the fare and a tip for you. Make sure you get this girl home safely."

"Do you understand what I mean?" Holm said, waving the identification in his hand.

With the combined effect of money and the mad dog license, the bearded driver's impatience had long since vanished.

At this moment, his face showed only sincere determination, just like Captain America who was entrusted with a mission in a time of crisis to save his country from danger.

"No problem, sir, I will make sure to get this lady home safely."

Looking into the bearded driver's resolute eyes and listening to his promise, Holm nodded in satisfaction, then put away his documents and patted him on the shoulder.

He likes good comrades who are perceptive and know when to advance and retreat.

As the bearded driver stepped on the gas, the taxi shot off like a sharp sword and disappeared into the dark night.

As the taillights of the vehicle receded into the distance and the siren could be faintly heard, Holm opened the car door, got back in, and tossed his FBI badge into the armrest box.

Inside the armrest box, besides the FBI badge, there was a stack of various other badges and corresponding insignia.

For a professional agent, these credentials were just one of his everyday tools.

He can be in any capacity when necessary, such as the DEA (Denis Agency for Drugs and Crime), the IRS (Irregular Revenue Service), or the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency)... and so on.

The main selling point is its versatility, and all of these are genuine documents and identities.

After packing his things, Holm continued to accelerate towards the hotel ahead.

What just happened was just a minor incident for him, but it also gave him a glimpse into the local customs and culture of New York City.

From then on, his memories of New York began to come alive. It was the most prosperous city in the world, but it also hid the darkest darkness and filth in the world.

Although he is part of this darkness, he will never be able to accept what just happened, no matter how much time passes, and he will never be able to stand by and watch, becoming a silent accomplice.

......

The morning sunlight peeked in through the gap in the curtains and slowly crept onto Holm's face.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, Holm opened his eyes, rubbed them wearily, and yawned, clearly not fully awake yet.

He didn't sleep well that night. At first, he couldn't fall asleep and stared at the ceiling for most of the night.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but I kept having nightmares.

He felt as if he was reliving the moment he died when something hit his temple and then everything went black in pain.

He kept reliving that feeling last night, which made him very uncomfortable.

He tried countless times to turn around and see who the person was, but he was powerless to do so. In the end, he could only struggle to wake up from the dream.

"Phew~ Don't let me catch you! Otherwise you'll be in big trouble, damn it!"

Holm rubbed his face to clear his head while muttering curses under his breath at the murderer who had haunted his nightmares.

He picked up his phone from beside his pillow and looked at the situation at home while he was asleep last night.

The living room remained empty, unchanged since he left.

Seeing this scene, Holm frowned, unable to understand whether the murderer had not yet completed his emergency mission, or whether they had already discovered that he was not dead.

Yesterday he was leaning towards the first possibility, but after a night, he's starting to lean towards the second.

He guessed that the murderer might already know that he was not dead, which was why he remained inactive.

But the question is, how did he know that?

As Holm was thinking, his phone started ringing again.

Seeing Daisy Johnson on the caller ID, Holm's somewhat blocked thoughts suddenly cleared up.

Yesterday, only Daisy had contact with him. Besides himself, Daisy was the only other person who knew about his situation.

So all he needed to know was who Daisy had inadvertently revealed his information to.

It might not be that person, but someone else around him who heard the news, but it's definitely related to him.

Chapter 7, Grant Ward?

"Sorry, there was a bit of traffic on the way," Daisy said hastily, sitting down in the chair in front of Holm, somewhat apologetically.

She was the one who called Holm to ask for his guidance on a problem she encountered while writing a report, but she ended up being late.

This unexpected situation made her very embarrassed. Her usually stern face tightened, and her brown eyes avoided Holm's gaze with embarrassment.

"It's okay, I haven't been here long either."

"By the way, you didn't get a good night's rest last night either?" Holm pointed to the area under his eyes.

He had some dark circles under his eyes because he hadn't slept well yesterday, but he didn't expect to see Daisy today and realize that she had the same thing.

Although Daisy was wearing makeup, he could still see some faint black marks.

The weariness she couldn't hide between her brows clearly indicated that she hadn't slept well last night.

Hearing Holm's question, Daisy awkwardly smoothed her hair and said, "Um... I really haven't been resting well. I've been thinking about how to write the report well... because I've never written one before, and I'm afraid I'll make some mistakes..."

Daisy was full of confidence when she started writing the report yesterday, after all, she had never heard of any agent being stopped because of writing a report.

So although she had never dealt with task reports and summaries before, she didn't take them seriously, thinking they weren't difficult.

As a result, she couldn't help but frown as she wrote yesterday, and the more she wrote, the more her ambition was worn down.

Who would have thought that such an ordinary job would have so many incomprehensible aspects? Compared to the report Holm had written before, she felt that her own writing was simply unbearable to look at.

At first, the strong-willed Daisy wanted to figure it out herself by following Holm's report format, even if it took a whole night.

But after working for several hours without writing a single paragraph, she began to lose confidence.

She wanted to call Holm for advice, but it was too dark to wake him up over such a small matter.

She spent the whole night agonizing over it, and only this morning did she call Holm for help.

Hearing Daisy's explanation, Holm smiled slightly and said, "It's my fault too. I was too vague in my explanation yesterday."

After saying that, Holm took Daisy's report and began to explain to her in detail how to write the report in the most appropriate and concise way.

As Holm explained, Daisy felt the tangled mess in her head gradually clearing up, and the world had never been so clear.

Seeing Holm's earnest explanation and his gentle attitude just now, Daisy also began to ponder why Holm had treated her so badly before.

Could it be because she did something that Holm didn't like, but she herself didn't know it?

As time passed and the explanation gradually came to an end, Holm looked at Daisy, who was very serious, and thought to himself that he had laid the groundwork long enough.

Finally, looking at Daisy's rewritten report, Holm nodded in approval and said, "It's very well written. I told you you could do it; you just hadn't mastered the method."

Daisy was also very satisfied with the report she had written; the report she wrote today was completely different from the one she wrote last night.

Perhaps it was excitement, or perhaps it was joy at the results of her hard work, but Daisy's stern face softened a little, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, making her look very happy.

Looking at the different Daisy, Holm sighed inwardly that this girl finally looked about his age.

She is clearly very beautiful with an outstanding face, but she always has a cold expression, giving off an unapproachable vibe, which makes her look several years older.

"Oh, right..."

“Mr. Clint…”

Just as Holm was about to ask Daisy about what happened yesterday, Daisy suddenly looked up and spoke.

Daisy had mustered the courage to ask Holm why he had treated her that way before, but after this incident, her courage vanished.

“You go first, Mr. Clint.” Daisy decided she would wait a moment before speaking. Yes, just a moment, not a retreat.

Holm was initially taken aback, but when Daisy told him to speak first, he stopped being modest, thought about his words, and then spoke.

"What I'm trying to say is that I was a little late yesterday because I had some personal matters to attend to and didn't see the mission message, so I asked you to cover it up for me. Don't write it in the mission report and don't tell the higher-ups."

"My leave application is still pending approval. If they find out I made such a small mistake, they'll definitely have another excuse to keep delaying it, so..."

Upon hearing Holm's request, Daisy's expression suddenly stiffened unnaturally.

After Holm finished speaking, Daisy gripped her coffee cup tightly, then lowered her eyes and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I...I'm sorry, I..."