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

These terrorists are still a bit dazed from the bombing. Normally, they can't even keep up with Holm's speed, let alone in their current state of confusion.

So, before they could even raise their guns and aim at Holm, Holm's hands, which had transformed into sharp blades, had already slashed across their necks, leaving them completely bewildered.

Holm fluttered around these scattered terrorists like a black butterfly, and every time he passed by, several headless corpses would fall to the ground.

Compared to his killing speed, Tony Stark, wielding the Iron Man armor, was like a clumsy giant tortoise, struggling to raise his arm and knock down the terrorists attacking him, one punch after another, while listening to the incessant sound of bullets colliding.

Tony Stark hadn't had the energy to watch Holm's battle; once the flamethrower shut down, he had to focus on controlling the Iron Man armor.

So it wasn't until the last few terrorists surrounding him screamed in terror and tried to run away, only to be caught up by the faster Holm and have their heads chopped off, that Tony Stark saw Holm's swift and decisive killing move for the first time.

"Wow, that's a really fast knife, but how come it's connected to your hand? Ugh! Sorry..."

"Actually, I'm a little dizzy, after all, I've been being shaken around the whole time, ugh!!!"

"Ugh!..." Tony Stark hadn't even finished speaking when he quickly half-squatted down and vomited. If his visor hadn't opened quickly enough, he might have vomited up his own neck.

Holm's swift and decisive killing moves made him somewhat unwilling to be outdone. He originally wanted to greet him in a casual and relaxed manner, but he couldn't help but...

Seeing Tony Stark vomiting uncontrollably, Holm knew it was because he had seen the corpses in front of him whose necks he had chopped off.

It's normal that the owner of the world's largest and most advanced weapons manufacturing group has never seen such bloody scenes.

"Don't hold back. Just throw up what's in your stomach and you'll feel better. That way, even if you dry heave, you won't have to worry about getting your clothes dirty," Holm said as he shook the blood off the blade of his right hand.

After saying that, he took out a few tissues from his pocket and handed them to Tony Stark, who was leaning against the wall and vomiting uncontrollably. Then he shared his experience with him: "This feeling may last for a few days, but it will be fine after that. Congratulations, Mr. Stark, you have entered a new stage in your life."

As he spoke, Tony Stark took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

Looking at Holm, who had already removed his mask and goggles and seemed harmless with a smile, Tony Stark truly understood what it meant to be unpredictable.

"Thank you... um..." He took the tissue from Holm's hand with his heavily gloved hand, but just as he was about to wipe his mouth, he realized that because he was wearing steel armor, he couldn't quite reach his mouth.

Holm didn't say anything when he saw this, but stepped forward to wipe Tony Stark's mouth, which wasn't too messy. Before he could finish wiping it, Tony Stark, smelling the strong smell of blood on him, started gagging against the wall again.

"It seems I've actually made things worse."

Because he was wearing a normal combat suit instead of Venom today, he didn't have the usual lack of odor, and Holm himself hadn't expected this, which led to the current awkward situation.

This time, Tony Stark recovered even faster than before. When he stood up again, Holm smiled and introduced himself, "I am Holm Clint, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I'm responsible for getting you back safely."

"Phew~ An agent? I thought you were from the military, but thanks anyway," Tony Stark replied, catching his breath.

After all that, he seemed to have gotten a little used to the strong smell of blood and was noticeably less uncomfortable than before.

“Wait while I take this big thing off; it’s making it a bit difficult to move around in it,” Tony Stark said, groping around as he tried to find the device to unlock the Iron Man armor.

"Click!" With a loud bang, he successfully pulled off the pull ring.

However, just as he was waiting for the armor to disintegrate, flames began to erupt from beneath his feet.

"Shit! I pulled the wrong one! This is an escape device!" Tony Stark was slowly lifted into the sky by the steel device, then faster and higher, gradually forming an arc.

"Oh my god! Fuck! Remember to look for me where I landed!!!"

Chapter 82, Are you disgusted with me?

In the Quinjet, Tony Stark sat in the back seat, looking disheveled, holding a bottle of water that Phil Coulson had just handed him, gazing at the clouds outside, lost in thought.

Holm also sensed Tony Stark's state through his senses. Although he couldn't be sure, he guessed that the other party was probably thinking about shutting down Stark Industries' weapons development department.

After the initial exchange and introductions upon boarding, the atmosphere on the plane has now quieted down.

The mission to rescue Tony Stark is essentially complete; all that's left is for the plane to land in New York and everything will be fine.

On the plane, Phil Coulson was tapping on his phone screen, coordinating the agents around him.

The terrorists that Holm and Tony Stark just dealt with were only the guards protecting that cave; there are other terrorist strongholds around the cave.

After noticing the unusual situation at the cave, they immediately led their men to reinforce it. Fortunately, agents who had already arrived intercepted them on the way, and Phil Kelson personally piloted the Quinjet to overwhelm them with fierce firepower, preventing the reinforcements from reaching the cave.

Now that the battle is over, the agents who arrived later continued to play their role, cleaning up the battlefield and collecting intelligence, especially about Tony Stark's Iron Man suit and the corresponding manufacturing data and manuscripts.

Holm personally witnessed Phil Coulson and Nick Fury finish their report and then personally gave orders regarding tasks related to the Iron Man armor.

Daisy, in the pilot's seat, had already planned the flight path and was secretly taking out her phone to play a game on silent.

When she saw Holm looking at her, she winked smugly and then gestured to Holm to keep quiet so that Philon Coulson wouldn't find out she was slacking off.

Seeing this, Holm gave her a reassuring look and then handed her a piece of chocolate.

Seeing Daisy happily accept the chocolate, Holm also put the chocolate he had just unwrapped into his mouth.

As the rich aroma of chocolate filled his mouth, Holm's mind was soothed and relaxed, and the venom in his body was overjoyed, no longer agitated.

As symbiotic entities, fire and noise also have a natural restraining effect on venom.

Although Holm didn't come into contact with any flames on the battlefield, the sound of explosions was almost constant.

Besides the rockets he personally fired, Phil Kelson and other agents on the Quinjet also spared no effort in suppressing the terrorist reinforcements, unleashing a barrage of firepower that meant the explosions were almost constant.

Although such an explosion was not as damaging to Venom as a high-frequency, continuous sound wave, it still made Venom feel very uncomfortable and irritable, so it was not in a good mood until the noise stopped.

However, for Venom, there's nothing chocolate can't solve; if one piece doesn't work, he'll have another.

So after eating several pieces of chocolate, Venom's emotions gradually calmed down, the lingering irritability faded away, and he returned to his usual liveliness.

Seeing Venom return to normal, Holm jokingly said to it, "You always talk about how powerful you are, but how come this noble symbiote can't even stand the sound of an explosion today?"

Hearing Holm's teasing remark, Venom snorted unhappily, "Hmph! You're one to talk. How could today's explosions be the same as usual? Usually, there are only two or three explosions at most, but today it lasted for several tens of minutes before stopping."

"So what if I have weaknesses like fire and noise? I'm so powerful, it's normal for me to have one or two weaknesses, otherwise how would other creatures survive?"

"And how dare you, as a human, say such things about me? Compared to the whole host of weaknesses of humans, the flames and noise of the symbiote are nothing."

After saying this, Venom glanced at Holm and continued, "Moreover, this weakness isn't insurmountable. As long as the symbiote can evolve, its impact on the symbiote will gradually diminish..."

"Can you evolve? How can I make you evolve?" Holm's eyes lit up instantly when he heard Venom mention this.

He had no idea that the weaknesses of symbiotes could be compensated for through evolution, and this was not mentioned in the movies he had seen before.

If what Venom said is true, then as long as it continues to evolve, one day fire and sound waves will no longer be a problem.

Upon hearing Holm's question, Venom, who had been speaking eloquently, suddenly stopped talking and his voice became weak.

"Um... I only know that evolution is possible, but I'm not entirely sure how exactly it happens..."

"Are you... are you saying I'm weak?"

When Holm heard that Venom didn't know how to evolve, he was immediately disappointed. However, after hearing the question that sounded both aggrieved and somewhat resentful, Holm quickly realized what was going on and comforted Venom.

"Hey! These two weaknesses aren't a big deal. You're overthinking it. I'm not looking down on you. Here, have a piece of chocolate. This one's hazelnut." Holm said as he took out another piece of chocolate, quickly unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

With the temptation and comfort of chocolate, Venom's mood recovered quickly. He immediately forgot his unhappiness and began to enjoy the chocolate happily.

Seeing Venom enjoying its meal, Holm smiled. It was Venom's existence that gave him the strength to fight in this world, so how could he possibly dislike it?

“You seem to really like chocolate.” Philin Coulson, who had somehow already arranged his work, stood behind Holm’s seat, looking with interest at the several chocolate wrappers piled on his body.

Upon hearing Phil Coulson's words, Holm turned his head slightly and saw Daisy casually putting her phone back in her pocket and then pretending to type something on the screen in front of her.

You can see that her cheeks are still puffed out, and her mouth is still smacking, so it seems that she hasn't finished the chocolate that was just given to her.

Noticing Holm's gaze on her, she turned her head and gave him a big smile.

However, because she hadn't swallowed the chocolate in her mouth yet, when she smiled, what she revealed wasn't a white tooth, but a black chocolate tooth, which looked both comical and funny.

Chapter 83, Chocolate = Office Supplies?!

“Actually, it’s mainly to replenish energy.” Holm withdrew his gaze from Daisy’s dark teeth and turned to answer Philin Coulson.

"Because of my ability, I need to replenish my energy. I tried many things before, and finally found that chocolate worked best."

Holm had already drafted an answer in his mind regarding the chocolate, and now he was putting it to use.

Phil Coulson had no doubts about this answer, after all, the explanation was reasonable; there must be a certain price to pay for superhuman abilities.

The statement that they need to replenish energy because of their special abilities and high level of physical activity makes no mistake.

“I see. You should have said so sooner, because if we calculate it that way, your chocolate should also be considered office supplies,” Phil Coulson said to Holm with his signature smile.

It seems that Tony Stark's mood has improved a lot after his problems were resolved.

Upon hearing Phil Coulson's words, Holm's eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed, "Office supplies? Could it be...?"

Seeing that Holm had realized what was going on, Philin Coulson smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right, just like you thought. Since it's office supplies, of course it can be reimbursed."

"From now on, you can tell me the quantity and price of the chocolates you need, and I can reimburse you. The money will be deposited directly into your account along with your salary."

Hearing this definitive reply, Holm knew that what sounded absurd was no joke.

To be honest, he was quite surprised. After all, he had worked for so many years in his two lifetimes and had never known that there was such a loophole to exploit.

In his past life, when he was a beast of burden at the company, he even had to bring his own tissues.

“Thank you, sir! This will definitely be a great help. To be honest, the amount of chocolate I eat every month is quite substantial,” Holm said to Philin Coulson.

Upon hearing this, Phil Coulson patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "It's nothing. After all, you're working hard for S.H.I.E.L.D., and the chocolates you want are all for work-related reasons, so it's only natural that the agency covers this expense."

As a seasoned veteran agent, Phil Coulson could only say that Holm was still young, and even that surprised him greatly.

In fact, this operation is so basic that it couldn't be more so, and even Holm's reasoning is too reasonable, so there is absolutely no reason for it to be rejected.

Compared to this, there are many other outrageous cases. He himself has seen agents who included the money they spent on cigarettes, alcohol, or even other expenses during their missions in their mission funds and apply for reimbursement. The key point is that they actually got approved.

Daisy had been pretending to be working diligently, but after overhearing their conversation about expense reimbursement, she immediately became interested. She turned around, blinked her big eyes, and looked at Philin Coulson with a smile, saying, "Hehehe, if his chocolates can be reimbursed, then can I also get some expenses reimbursed, or apply for some funds?"

Hearing Daisy's words, Philon Coulson turned to look at her with interest and asked, "You can tell me first, and I'll see if it's alright."

Upon hearing this, Daisy immediately laid out her prepared statement: "Actually, I mainly want to apply for funding, but don't worry, my reasons are absolutely reasonable and closely related to my work."

"Ahem, as you know, I'm very skilled with computers, so I generally have high requirements for electronic products... The better the configuration of these things, the better they can bring out my abilities, so I want to apply to the bureau to replace all my electronic products with the configuration I require..."

After Daisy finished speaking, she observed Phil Coulson's expression, but when she saw him open his mouth to speak, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, so she quickly added before he could speak.

"Oh right! The electronic products in our base are the same way. A lot of them are already outdated... So I'm also applying to replace everything in our base with the latest and best. Yeah, that's it."

Daisy was pleased with her addition; she included the base in the list, which made the connection to work more significant and the reasoning more compelling.

“I think your application is reasonable. Submit a report and I will submit it for you,” Philon Coulson said to Daisy with a smile.

He knew Daisy's little scheme perfectly well. In fact, even if Daisy had only stated her requirements, the application would have been reasonable, and he wouldn't have had any objections.

However, since their base was mentioned later, this application became more closely related to their work. The base did indeed have many things that needed to be supplemented, not just in terms of electronic products.