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

However, for Holm, these special guards, though special, were not much different from ordinary people.

Because they can't really be like tanks, with steel and iron bodies. Even if their bone density is higher and their bones are harder, they still can't stop Holm's blade.

"I've already experienced it, so I don't need to play with you any longer. Now let me see if there's anything special about your inner selves."

As Holm thought this, he transformed both hands into blades and slashed at the special guardian's iron fist.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Although they could feel a clear blockage, Holm's hand chops off all their arms.

After losing an arm, these special guards did not hesitate for a moment. They immediately clenched their other fist and attacked Holm once again.

Faced with this almost unchanged offensive, Holm shook his head. Feeling bored, he quickened his pace and directly turned these special guards into human stumps.

After the first team was dealt with, there was a second team. Having already witnessed their power, Holm didn't waste any more time and dealt with the second team even faster.

Chapter 145, Recruitment and Trump Cards

"How boring. He's just an all-around improvement in physical abilities, maybe even stronger than Captain America during World War II. But his lack of brains is a fatal flaw. No matter how strong his physique is, he's still a fish on a chopping board." Holm shook his head, looking at the severed limbs and remains scattered on the ground, and said with great disappointment.

In his mind, Venom was also shaking his head, looking down on these special guards: "Such trash is placed in the core area. When I sensed their strange aura, I thought there would be some kind of surprise."

As Holm and Venom were talking, the tightly closed alloy door in front of them slowly opened.

Seeing this, Holm restored his hand to its original state. The fact that the people inside were so self-aware saved him some trouble.

He stepped through the gate, and after walking down a corridor, a wooden door that was slowly opening appeared before him.

Behind the wooden door was a spacious and magnificent living room, elegant yet imposing. A man wearing a monocle was sitting on the sofa watching Holm walk in, slowly swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Would you like a glass? It tastes best right now," Baron Strucker said, raising his glass of red wine as Holm walked in.

Holm smiled at this and then sat down on the sofa next to Baron Strucker, saying, "No need. Work should be done properly. I don't have the habit of drinking during work hours."

"Ha, it's during working hours. I almost forgot. You were supposed to come here to kill me." Baron Strucker shook his head with a smile upon hearing Holm's words.

“That old man Pierce is really quick, and he’s really good at keeping things hidden. I didn’t even know he had a secret weapon like you.”

At this point, Baron Strucker put down his wine glass, sat up straight, and stared at Holm, saying, "Although you blocked the outside cameras, I still saw you fighting at the door through the monitor on the door."

"How should I put it? It's both enviable and arousing. Such powerful combat strength, such special abilities... Ah~ Isn't this the super soldier I've always dreamed of?"

“What can Pierce offer you? A promotion? Or a raise? That old guy values ​​his power more than anything else. You'll never get to a high position under him.”

"Even if you have such great power, you are still just his pawn."

At this point, Baron Strucker fell silent, his sharp eyes fixed on the smooth blackness of Holm's face, as if trying to see through him and discern his true thoughts.

But Holm remained unmoved, tilting his head slightly, his dark face, which was obscured, turned toward him, seemingly listening intently to what he was saying.

Seeing Holm's actions, Baron Strucker broke his silence and continued, "Come with me, and I can give you everything you want: power, status, and everything that matches your abilities."

"Once I become the leader of Hydra, I will hand over the North American part to you. We will divide this world in two, you take half and I take half, and we will be able to control this world!"

"So come on! Join me! I can make you and me control the world, something Pierce could never promise!"

Baron Strucker spoke with great enthusiasm, while personally pouring a glass of wine for Holm and placing it on the table.

Looking at the red wine on the table, Holm chuckled softly and picked it up.

The red wine shimmered like flowing jewels under the light, and with each gentle swirl, waves of aroma were released.

"I must say, what you said really surprised me. Although I know most of it is nonsense, I still admire your ability to say it," Holm said with a hint of sarcasm.

Upon hearing his words, Baron Strucker's smile froze on his face.

“Baron Strucker, I’ve given you enough time. How much longer are you going to dawdle?”

"Let's get started, I'm getting impatient."

Holm looked at Baron Strucker, whose face was stiff. He continued.

Just as he finished speaking, an invisible force suddenly tightened around his neck, and at the same time, a syringe filled with murky liquid appeared out of thin air next to him.

The syringe floated in mid-air and then plunged into Holm's neck.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, but Baron Strucker, sitting next to him, felt no joy at all as he watched this unfold.

Since Holm's words just now indirectly proved that he knew about Baron Strucker's backup plan, how could he not make any preparations and just sit there waiting for them to make their move?

Everything unfolded exactly as he had predicted. The transparent syringe stopped abruptly 5 centimeters from Holm's neck, as a sharp black tentacle shot out from Holm's shoulder, piercing the air behind the syringe, from which a large amount of blood began to flow out in a bizarre manner.

At the same time, several sharp black tentacles also extended out, some of them reaching the back of Holm's head, coiling around something as if they were wrapped around it.

Some of them extended beyond Holm's neck and then tightly wrapped around something, slowly pulling it away.

From the beginning until now, even when this nameless power suddenly acted on him, Holm did not panic at all. He continued to swirl the glass in his hand slowly and steadily, and the wine rippled outwards in circles with his movements.

Suddenly he stopped shaking, raised the glass, and splashed the red wine behind him.

The crimson liquid flowed freely in mid-air, then traced an invisible curve that outlined a human figure being held captive by the tentacles of venom, rendering him unable to move.

With a sharp crack, the venomous tentacles snapped the neck of the invisible figure and then tossed it between Holm and Baron Strucker.

Gradually, as life force faded, the invisible body revealed its true form: a well-proportioned young man who looked no more than thirty years old and was not wearing any clothes.

"You...how could you know he existed!" Baron Strucker finally panicked.

This invisible man was his last trump card, but now Holm easily snapped his neck, extinguishing his life force, and threw him at his feet like a dead dog.

Looking at Holm's dark face, devoid of any light, he finally felt a sense of dread, as if everything was slipping out of his control.

Chapter 146, I am the one who should control Hydra.

This invisible man was a talent that Baron Strucker discovered by chance. After being discovered, he worked as a normal agent for a period of time, learning and proving his abilities. After that, he was secretly chosen as his personal bodyguard.

Using his special ability to become invisible, Baron Strucker has killed countless people over the years, whether they wanted to kill him or he wanted to kill them.

He originally thought today would be the same as usual, but he didn't expect that Holm would be able to discover the other party's presence and kill him so easily.

"You don't think that just because I can't see it, I can't feel its presence, do you?" Holm said, looking at Baron Strucker, whose face was grim.

In Holm's perception, the invisible man was completely undetectable; he noticed him the moment he entered the room.

At first, he stood beside Baron Strucker, listening to the other man recruit him.

When he sensed that he had no intention of agreeing, the guy slowly moved behind him, ready to make a move at any moment.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense. It's time to send you on your way. I have to catch a flight tomorrow and need to get some rest." Holm said, standing up.

Seeing this, Baron Strucker also suddenly rolled off the sofa and ran as fast as he could toward his desk, as if there were some magic weapon there that could save him.

But just as he was about to reach it, his body froze, and he was bound and fixed in place by black tentacles, unable to move forward even an inch.

“You’re really persistent, aren’t you? Even your invisible guards can’t escape my senses, so how could I not know there’s a secret passage here?” Holm stood on the ground, speaking as he used his tentacles to pull Baron Strucker in front of him.

"Don't kill me!...No...Ugh!" Baron Strucker pleaded with Holm, but he was silenced by a black tentacle before he could finish his sentence.

"Shh, stop talking, or you'll get annoying," Holm said, putting his finger to his lips.

After he finished speaking, he cupped Baron Strucker's head in his hands, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Although your terms were very sincere, I don't think they are enough."

"Whether it's you or Pierce, I'm going to take care of them, because I'm the one who will ultimately control Hydra."

"I'm sorry, but you still underestimate my ambition and belittle my abilities."

Upon hearing what Holm said in his ear, Baron Strucker's eyes widened suddenly, a hint of understanding and awareness appearing in them, but more so, a sense of resentment.

“Don’t be resentful. You’re just going ahead. You’ll be reunited with Pierce down there.” Holm said softly, looking into Baron Strucker’s eyes. Then he began to exert force with his hands.

"Crack!"

With a crisp crack, Baron Strucker's head was turned 180 degrees, and the complex emotions in his eyes gradually faded, leaving him lifeless.

After doing all this, Holm casually threw Baron Strucker's body on the ground, took photos with his equipment, made some notes, and then walked to his desk and turned the inner leg of the desk.

"Click! Click! Click!" With a series of mechanical sounds, the wine cabinet next to it slowly opened, revealing a hidden door behind it.

This was originally a passageway for Baron Strucker to use in an emergency, but now it has benefited Holm.

......

"Mmm... I slept so well." Daisy stretched her body in her sleep, only to find that her arm seemed to have touched something.

When she slowly opened her dazed eyes, she saw Holm's peaceful sleeping face facing her. She could feel Holm's steady breathing and smell his unique scent.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, her thoughts reconnected, and she immediately widened her eyes.

She succeeded! But why doesn't she have the corresponding memories?

As her thoughts wandered, fragments of last night's events flashed through her mind; it seemed she had only had a few drinks before passing out drunk.

Thinking of this, Daisy covered her face speechlessly and cursed the merchant who sold her the medicine hundreds of times.

A moment later, Daisy, still unwilling to give up, opened her eyes again to check. Seeing that her clothes were still intact, as were Holm's, she sighed in disappointment.

If she had known earlier that the hangover cure wouldn't work, she would have drunk even more, preferably until she vomited and got their clothes dirty. That way, her plan might have continued unconsciously.

Who would have thought that she drank just the right amount, got herself completely drunk, slept soundly, and then had a wonderful sleep. Nothing happened, except that she felt much more energetic.

Just as she was sighing, Holm slowly opened his eyes, looked at the dejected Daisy, and said softly, "Why are you sighing as soon as you open your eyes? Are you disappointed in your alcohol tolerance? Isn't this something I expected?"

Hearing this, Daisy could only compose herself and then echoed his words, "I just didn't expect it to be this bad, sigh~"

After she finished speaking, she sighed again, then turned away, clutching the blanket covering her, leaving only the back of her head visible to Holm.

Holm was also puzzled by this; he felt that Daisy didn't mean it that way.

He had actually woken up quite early, waiting for Daisy to wake up and see if she would notice anything unusual. However, there was nothing unusual, but Daisy seemed a little disappointed.

What's disappointing? Did you have another dream? But I didn't hear her talking in her sleep.

Could it be...?

Holm looked at his own clothes and Daisy's clothes again, and suddenly thought of that joke about beasts and worse than beasts.

So Daisy was disappointed that nothing happened last night?

Wow! If that's the case, did Daisy deliberately get drunk yesterday? Or was she actually not drunk at all?

But his examination showed no problems, and he had already administered the drug, so even if Daisy managed to deceive him, she would eventually fall asleep under the influence of the drug.

Thinking of this, Holm's heart, which had been pounding, slowly relaxed. His plan was fine, and the mission he carried out last night should not have been discovered.

Wait, why did he suddenly think about the mission? He should be focused on Daisy's disappointment itself.