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

He was like a little chick, instantly pushed aside and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"What are you doing?" Pietro, ignoring the pain in his buttocks, nervously scrambled to his feet, pretending to block Holm's path again.

But as soon as he got up, a cold gun barrel was pressed against his forehead.

"Crack!"

With the crisp sound of a bullet being chambered, Holm turned to look at the terrified Pietro and said in a low voice, "I'll say it again, don't block my way."

Looking into Holm's emotionless eyes, Pietro felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body stiffened, and his teeth chattered.

He knew he had to stand up and protect Wanda, but his limbs wouldn't obey him and he couldn't move an inch.

"No! I'll do whatever you say! Please don't hurt him!" Wanda shouted frantically as she quickly stepped in front of Pietro and pleaded with Home.

Seeing this, Holm didn't say anything, but simply moved his pistol slightly, using the barrel to lift Wanda's chin, and then carefully observed her.

Wanda's hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably, but she kept her lips tightly pressed together and dared not move at all.

Holm's gaze was like a sharp dagger, completely piercing her as he observed her closely.

After a moment, the sharp look in her eyes gradually faded. Holm put the pistol back on his waist, then patted her head and said, "It's nothing serious. Go to the pharmacy and buy some cough medicine and antibiotics. She should be fine in less than a week."

As Holm spoke, the tense atmosphere dissipated, and Wanda's tense heart eased somewhat.

Judging from what she said, was this man observing her to check on her condition? But he didn't look like a doctor, and he had a gun and seemed quite frightening.

Seeing the two still tense, Holm stood up and took a few steps back, then said softly, "Don't be so nervous. I won't do anything to you. I just wanted to check on her condition."

"Of course, there's also something else I want to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

“You must know the chaos in Sokvia better than I do. It is precisely at times like these that we must be extra careful and avoid putting ourselves in dangerous situations.”

"Kid, not everyone is as good-tempered as me. If you keep being so dishonest, you might have to say goodbye to your sister once you run into a tough opponent."

"They may not have guns, but they have sticks and knives. These things might cause you more suffering than guns."

Hearing Holm's reminder, Pietro bit his lip and said in a low voice, "That's better than starving to death."

"If I could eat my fill every day, why would I do this..."

Hearing his words, Holm raised his head and looked at the wad of money on the ground that he hadn't collected, saying, "With that money, you'll be able to eat your fill from now on."

"Although medicine is expensive now, it won't cost much to cure your illness. The remaining money should be enough for you to live on for a long time if you just buy food every day."

Upon hearing these words, Wanda and Pietro realized why Holm had only put away his identification and wallet.

“But this money is yours, we…” The sudden change in circumstances left Wanda’s emotions in turmoil.

But before she could finish speaking, Holm interrupted her, saying, "From the moment we started, this money has been yours."

"Take this money and live well. See you next time if you have the chance."

“But…!” Wanda wanted to say something more, but Holm had already disappeared.

She clearly saw Holm step into the shadows, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“He…he’s gone…” Pietro felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of this bizarre scene.

The two looked at each other, and even wondered whether Holm was a human or a ghost.

If it was a human, how did they manage to do that? If it was a ghost, what's the explanation for the stack of money on the ground?

Chapter 137, Operation Begins

"Why did you leave all the money there? How are we going to pay the bill later? I haven't even bought my chocolate yet!" Venom asked Holm, who was jumping on the rooftop.

Holm had just landed in an alley next to the bustling area.

As he casually walked out and blended into the crowd, he mentally responded to Venom's question: "We've got the wallet back, what are you still worried about? Even though we don't have the cash, we still have our bank cards."

"Don't you already have a thorough understanding of human society? Why would you ask such a question?"

"That's because you always use cash, so I didn't think about bank cards." Sensing Holm's question, Venom offered a somewhat embarrassed excuse.

Road.

"Alright, alright, don't worry, there will definitely be plenty of chocolate." Holm said as he stepped back into the convenience store, paid, and then carried the items back to the hotel.

In the hotel room, Holm and Daisy sat on two chairs on the balcony, with a pile of snacks they had just bought from the convenience store on the table in between.

Daisy's expression control was excellent. Even though her carefully planned scheme had failed, she was not discouraged and had already devised a second plan. And she showed no unusual behavior at all.

"This is a liqueur-filled chocolate, eat less, don't get drunk," Holm quickly reminded Daisy as she picked up another chocolate and put it in her mouth.

Seeing Daisy's nonchalant demeanor, Holm felt even more fortunate that he hadn't done anything. Luckily, he hadn't listened to Venom's instigation, or he would be in real trouble now.

In his eyes, Daisy's current reaction was the best proof that Venom's idea was completely wishful thinking, and that he wisely refrained from acting impulsively. This ensured that their relationship remained harmonious and normal, without the awkwardness and unease that would ensue if they crossed the line.

"It's just a little bit of liqueur, nothing to worry about," Daisy said, sipping the chocolate in her mouth.

She was in a pretty good mood because, even though she hadn't messaged Holm, he still hadn't forgotten to bring her snacks.

The small details conveyed by these ordinary actions made her feel at ease, so at ease that she felt warm all over and even a little sleepy.

"...and you say it's nothing? You really don't understand yourself at all." Holm said, somewhat speechlessly, looking at Daisy, who had fallen asleep with her head slumped in the chair not long after he finished speaking to her.

Daisy's cheeks and the skin peeking out from under her robe had a slightly pinkish hue, clearly from eating too many chocolate liqueurs and falling asleep.

She clearly doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance, but she stubbornly insists that she's fine. Now she's sleeping so soundly that Holm has to carry her to bed.

Thinking of this, Holm stood up somewhat helplessly, picked up Daisy who was lying on her side on the stool, and slowly walked towards the bed.

Just as Holm gently placed her on the bed and was about to get up to tidy up the sofa, Daisy, who was already half asleep, suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him down forcefully.

!!!

Pulled so suddenly, Holm lost his balance and fell face-first onto the bed. Luckily, he managed to brace himself with his hands, or he would have bumped his head on Daisy's face.

This sudden movement made Holm suspect that Daisy wasn't asleep at all, but her flushed cheeks, so close to his, did indeed suggest she was drunk.

"Don't even think about running... Hehe~ You can't escape my grasp... Just stay here obediently... Phew~~~"

"You smell so good...hehehe...I'll be gentle with you..."

Before Holm could even move, he heard Daisy, who had already passed out, start talking in her sleep.

A warm breath, carrying a hint of alcohol and the rich aroma of chocolate, blew onto Holm's face, causing him to scrutinize Daisy's face once more.

Despite her pretty bone structure and delicate features, with a slightly aloof style, who would have thought that the things she said in her sleep would be so bold and shameful?

I wonder what kind of beautiful dream Daisy had, that such a beautiful woman would unconsciously develop a bit of a rogue's air about her.

During the day, while on the plane, he tried to argue with Holm that he hadn't had any strange dreams, but by nightfall, he had been completely exposed.

Thinking of this, Holm couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and smiled as he looked at Daisy, who had her eyes closed and was occasionally letting out silly giggles.

"Hehe...don't be afraid, let me kiss you...mua~" Daisy said, pouting her lips. Her rosy lips shone brightly in the moonlight and smelled of orange lipstick.

The fresh scent of oranges wafted into Holm's nose from close range, stirring his heartstrings and making him want to taste it.

......

A long convoy of cars was traveling along a winding mountain road on the outskirts of Sokovia.

In the middle of the convoy, on a large truck, Sarah Bi was biting a cigar, pressing the end with his finger while toying with several large chips in his hand and laughing loudly: "Those European gentlemen are such cowards! I only used a pair and fooled them all! Hahahaha!"

Hearing his hearty and smug laughter, the middle-aged man in the passenger seat turned around and smiled obsequiously, saying, "Sir, your card skills are so powerful and unpredictable that you've never met an opponent. Those cowards are no match for you."

"You've really taught them a lesson, forcing them to lower their proud heads before you."

Listening to his subordinates' flattery, Sarah took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a lot of clear smoke, and continued to laugh: "They are indeed arrogant, and they certainly have the right to be arrogant. After all, we are here to get weapons from them."

"These arms dealers may look respectable, but they are actually more greedy than the devils."

"When I gamble with them, I never care about winning or losing, I only care about saving face!"

"Winning money isn't a big deal for me. What's important is seeing what their arrogant faces look like when they finally crumble."

"Hahaha, today I've humiliated them so badly that they won't dare to look down on me anymore when we do business together later."

After Sarah finished speaking, the subordinate in the passenger seat quickly followed up with his own flattery, and with this back-and-forth, the atmosphere in the car became incredibly cheerful.

Not far away, halfway up the mountain, Holm was clinging to the steep cliff with one hand, watching the convoy get closer and closer to him.

Daisy's voice would occasionally ring out in his earphones, reporting other updates to him.

Chapter 138, Explode! Explode! Explode!

“This road connects the city to the secret casino on the mountainside. Now, Salabi should have just come out of the casino and is heading back to the city.”

"There are no other vehicles within a 10-kilometer radius of the convoy. You should have at least 3-5 minutes. I will inform you in advance if any unexpected situations arise..."

"Understood." Listening to the clues and estimated time provided by Daisy, Holm nodded, then raised his wrist to look at his watch.

Since he estimated that he would have about 3 to 5 minutes, he would act within that 3-minute time limit to avoid any unexpected events.

In the middle vehicle, Sarah was grinning and laughing with a cigar in her mouth, but suddenly, a bad feeling welled up in her heart.

This intuition had saved him many times before, so he wasn't going to ignore it this time either.

"Stop the car...!" Before Sarah Bi could finish speaking, the driver had already stepped on the brakes, causing him to slam his head against the back of the seat in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, several loud explosions came from behind, and flames shot into the sky. The huge impact pushed the car that Sarahbi was in forward again, causing it to crash directly into the car in front of it.

Now that things have come to this, Sarah Bi naturally understands what has happened.

He pulled a submachine gun from the side and shouted to the others in the vehicle, "Everyone grab your weapons! Who the hell is this damn petty thief who dares to mess with me?!"

As he was speaking, a series of booming sounds came, and with each boom, several cars in front were thrown off the road, tumbling down the mountainside to the bottom, where they exploded and caught fire, turning into fireballs.

"Bang!" The car blocking in front of Sarahbi's vehicle was also overturned. After the obstacles were removed, Sarahbi and his men finally saw that the person who caused the current situation was just a man wearing a black combat suit and a windproof face shield.

Sarah looked at Holm standing in front of the car. Although he didn't know how Holm had done all this, it didn't stop him from raising his gun and aiming.

As he raised his gun, Holm, who was standing in front of the car, also slowly raised his hand.

Seeing that Holm's hands were empty and he was just raising them, Sarah was also a little puzzled. She frowned and wondered what this new trick was. Was he going to surrender? But was it already a little too late?

Before Salabee could think any further, the answer came quickly.

Black venom surged from Holm's raised palm, instantly piercing the windshield like thorns and splitting into countless tiny branches and spikes in the process.

The entire space was filled with black thorns. The driver and his subordinate in the front seat had been riddled with holes by the venomous thorns. Only Sarah in the back seat gritted her teeth, her eyes red, and let out a roar.