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

He seemed to be looking at something and didn't notice Holm, so he bumped into Holm as soon as he left the alley.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!"

The boy stood up, hurriedly apologizing to Holm, then looked back at the alley before running away.

After the boy left, a middle-aged man, panting heavily, came running out of the alley within ten seconds. Looking at the boy who had already disappeared, he cursed, "Damn little rat! That's my money!..."

Listening to the middle-aged man's furious curses, Holm, who was not far away, roughly understood what had just happened.

The middle-aged man seemed to own a bakery, and the little boy who bumped into him not only didn't buy his bread, but also stole a few loaves of bread and some change from his shop while he was closing.

On the desolate street, only Holm's figure receded into the distance, and the sound of the middle-aged man gradually coming to a stop.

The situation is not good throughout Sokovia, and it is even worse for the people living in these desolate streets.

Therefore, Holm did not think the middle-aged man's curses were excessive, nor did he think the little boy who stole the money was immoral, because both the middle-aged man and the little boy who stole the money were just pitiful people struggling to make a living in this chaotic world.

After walking two more streets, the surrounding scenery suddenly became bustling. Not only were bright colored lights hanging on the shops, but even the people around seemed much more vibrant.

Compared to the current prosperity, the desolation we just passed by seems like a dream.

"There's a convenience store over there, go buy me some chocolate! This time I want to try liqueur-filled chocolates."

"I wonder if the chocolate from Sokovia is any different from the ones we usually buy..."

"One day I'll eat all the chocolate in the world and then create a chocolate ranking list..."

Venom pointed Holm in the direction of the convenience store, while also expressing his anticipation.

As soon as Holm entered the convenience store, he collected all the chocolates on the shelf into his basket, just as Venom had suggested. Then, based on his own preferences and guesses about Daisy's preferences, he took some snacks.

Perhaps he left in such a hurry that Daisy didn't hear what he said, and there were no text messages from him on his phone, so he could only buy some snacks to take back home.

"Hello sir, these items will cost $73 in total." The cashier politely packed everything up and handed it to Holm with both hands.

Holm nodded and took the items, then prepared to take out his wallet to pay.

But when he put his hand in his pocket, he discovered that his wallet was gone.

He quickly recalled his entire journey after leaving the hotel, and then instantly identified the little boy who had bumped into him.

"What a little mouse! I think I might have been talking without any real experience."

Chapter 135, Pietro and Wanda

With his wallet gone, Holm couldn't pay for his items, so he left his watch at the convenience store and told the cashier to leave his things there and come back with his wallet to pay later.

"That wretched little mouse! My chocolate just slipped right through my fingers!..."

Venom's reaction was even stronger than Holm's, because it had been imagining what Sokvia's chocolate would taste like for a long time, and it was about to eat it when this mishap happened.

"It's actually a bit embarrassing to think about it. A top agent and a symbiote with sensory abilities were defeated by a child," Holm said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Both he and Venom were indeed a bit careless. One was preoccupied with the mission and plans, while the other was obsessed with chocolate. Plus, their opponent was just a little boy, so they didn't raise their guard much and were too caught up in their sentimentality. As a result, they didn't expect to be caught off guard and end up in a complete disaster.

As he spoke, he touched his empty pockets, then jumped onto the roof of the building next to him.

"That damned little thief, I must find him!" Venom said, spreading out his senses as he tried his best to find the little boy from before.

Holm was jumping around on the roof, constantly filtering out the nearby areas.

Meanwhile, around an abandoned clinic, the little boy who had just stolen Holm's wallet sneaked in from under the back wall of the clinic and climbed onto a second-floor window by stepping on a trash can.

After entering through the window, he wandered through the scattered trash, eventually climbing up to the top attic.

"Who? Cough cough! Is it Pietro?"

Upon hearing his voice, a clear yet somewhat weak female voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, Piero immediately replied as he walked, "It's me, Wanda! We have something to eat!"

As he spoke, he walked up to the girl and took out the bread from his pocket.

"These breads are a little cold, but they're still soft. Eat more so you can get better sooner."

Wanda slowly propped herself up against the box behind her, her body still somewhat weak, and then tore off a small piece of bread that Piero had taken out.

"You eat more, I can't eat much, cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Pietro immediately shoved all the bread into Wanda's hands, saying, "I already ate some on the way here, so these are all yours."

"I've already told you that you need to eat more so you can get better faster, so stop acting like an older sister."

Seeing the persistence and stubbornness on Pietro's face, Wanda didn't say anything more, just coughed and took small bites of bread.

“These breads… are they from Uncle Ero’s place again? The taste is very familiar,” Wanda said, looking at the bread in her hand.

Hearing Wanda's words, Pietro leaned against the box next to him and said, "I know what you want to say, but this doesn't count as stealing. It's his fault for always shortchanging us when he sold us bread before. He owes us this."

At this point, he suddenly remembered his extra gain, so he took out the bulging wallet from his pocket and said excitedly, "If we're talking about stealing, this is the one I stole."

"This is... a wallet? You stole his wallet too?" Wanda said, frowning slightly.

“You can tell from the thickness of this wallet that it couldn’t possibly belong to that poor guy,” Pietro said, demonstrating the thickness of the wallet.

"I took this from a guy who looked very well-dressed. He seemed so rich, I doubt he would care about such a small loss."

Hearing Pietro's words, Wanda frowned even more: "Pietro, this is wrong..."

“Of course I know this is wrong, but what can I do?” Pietro interrupted Wanda before she could finish speaking.

"Do you want me to watch you get weaker every day? Before, all we needed was bread, but now we need money to treat you."

“This money might just be a meal for that guy, but it could save your life. I can’t just watch you leave me too.”

"I can't abandon my family because of that ridiculous moralistic notion, I can't do it..."

Pietro's words silenced Wanda as well. Over the years, they had gone through so much hardship together, and she certainly understood the feelings Pietro was expressing.

If Pietro were sick now, she would probably make the same choice.

After a moment of silence, Wanda took Pietro's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll get better."

"As for that money, consider it a loan. We'll pay it back to him when we earn enough, if we ever see him again."

"Hmm." Pietro nodded in agreement and squeezed Wanda's slightly cold hand.

A moment later, Pietro composed himself, putting his unpleasant feelings behind him, and opened his bulging wallet to count how much money was inside.

"Wow, so much money! This guy is really rich!" Pietro exclaimed, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the wad of US dollars in the wallet.

“1, 2, 3... 42, 4200 dollars! With this money, you’ll definitely get better!” Pietro counted the stack of money and said excitedly.

Wanda smiled as she looked at the stack of money. Although the way she obtained it was somewhat unethical, the money gave her hope to live.

After counting the money, Pietro continued to examine the contents of his wallet, trying to see if there was anything else he could exchange for money.

But we didn't see anything else useful; instead, we found quite a few certificates one by one.

"Are these all...work IDs? They don't seem to be worth much. FBI...CIA...IRS...DOJ...what are all these things?"

Pietro stared at the stacks of documents, his mind filled with questions. What did this man do? What were these things for? And if he wanted to exchange them for money, how much could he get?

Wanda looked puzzled. She didn't understand what these things were for, but she felt that the FBI and CIA sounded familiar.

"Kid, these are my livelihood, don't break them."

As Pietro and Wanda looked at each other in bewilderment, a slightly deep voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, suddenly came from the shadows not far away.

The sudden sound alerted Pietro and Wanda. When they looked up in the direction of the sound, they saw a man in a suit walking slowly toward them.

Bright moonlight streamed in through the attic window, providing some light and illuminating the man's profile.

Chapter 136, Live Well

"What are you standing there for? Put my documents back." Holm said, raising his head as he looked at Pietro, who had already clenched his fists and was on high alert.

His face showed neither anger nor rage, only a faint smile, while a strong interest arose in his heart.

“Your wallet is right here, and so is your money. Take it back. I did everything; it has nothing to do with her.” Pietro shielded Wanda behind him and pointed to the wallet, documents, and wad of cash on the ground.

"Sir, cough cough, please forgive our rudeness. We are very sorry for the trouble we have caused you. Please forgive my brother. He was only trying to treat my illness. Cough cough, he didn't mean to target you..." Wanda said weakly as she explained.

Seeing how they were protecting each other, several keywords suddenly flashed through Holm's mind.

Siblings or brothers...relying on each other for survival...Sokovia.

"What's your name?" Holm asked, looking at Wanda.

When he arrived, they were talking. He only heard the boy's name as Pietro, but he didn't know the girl's name.

If his guess is correct, then the girl's name should be...

“Wanda, Wanda Django Maximov.” Wanda looked at Home and replied, “He is my brother, Pietro Django Maximov.”

Sure enough, upon hearing Wanda's answer, Holm immediately realized that the brother and sister in front of him were the famous Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver.

Judging from their current age, it should be a few more years before they gain superpowers.

Holm remembers that in the movie, Quicksilver was the older brother and Scarlet Witch was the younger sister; they were twins born only a few seconds apart.

However, the relationship between the two people in front of him didn't affect anything in the opposite way. Anyway, he was already used to the slight differences between this world and the plot he remembered.

"Where are your families?" Holm continued to ask.

Pietro frowned upon hearing this, feeling that Holm's question was somewhat impolite, and was about to give a stiff retort.

But before he could speak, Wanda grasped his hand and softly replied, "Our parents died in the war a few years ago, and now it's just the two of us, relying on each other..."

Wanda could tell that Holm didn't seem to want to do anything to them, so she wanted to communicate normally and hopefully get through this peacefully.

As Wanda spoke, Holm stepped forward and took out his wallet and all his documents.

"You rude brat, I told you to put your documents back."

"Forget it... there's no need to argue with you guys too much."

As he spoke, Holm put the wallet back in his pocket and then squatted down in front of Pietro and Wanda.

Looking into Holm's deep eyes, Pietro couldn't help but tense up again, turning slightly to shield Wanda even more completely.

"Get out of my way, you brat." Holm said as he reached out and forcefully pushed Pietro aside.

Pietro felt that Holm's hands were like a pair of iron clamps, extremely hard and carrying a tremendous force that he could not resist at all.