Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

"Have you worn the skin of Agent of SHIELD for so long that you have forgotten your true identity?"

Grant Ward said with a cold tone, looking at Holm who lowered his head slightly.

As he spoke, his big brown bear-like hands touched the back of Holm's neck.

The iron-like palm pressed there, and it was obviously useless at all, but it made him feel suffocated.

The familiar feeling instantly made Holm's body start to tremble uncontrollably again.

It's hard to imagine what this body had experienced at the hands of Grant Ward before, so that it could have such a terrible stress reaction.

The trembling of the body was just a trembling of the body. In fact, there was no trace of fear in Holm's heart at this time, but only the wanton growth of humiliation and the uncontrollable murderous intention.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"We must kill this guy!"

Holm lowered his head lower. He couldn't let Grant Ward notice the unsuppressed killing intent in his eyes.

Grant Ward was very satisfied with Holm's lowered head and constant trembling, which represented his absolute control over Holm.

"Remember your identity, don't let me see that look again, otherwise you will know the consequences." Grant Ward warned in a deep voice while exerting slight pressure on his palms.

After the warning, Grant Ward also retracted his palm and looked at Holm, whose body was gradually returning to normal. He continued: "Why has there been no result yet for the guy you asked you to deal with last time? I should have emphasized the urgency of this matter to you. sex."

"If the things in his hands cannot be retrieved or are leaked, the consequences are not something you or I can bear."

"Seeing that you took on this task with such confidence, I thought there would be results soon, but now, I have to say that you have disappointed me."

Speaking of this, Grant Ward's eyes also turned cold.

"I will give you three more days. If there is no result after three days, you can end it yourself."

"Understand?"

"Understood." Holm lowered his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice.

"Look into my eyes," Grant Ward said to Home.

After hearing this, Holm also raised his head and looked at Grant Ward with a slightly pale and nervous face. He was suffering from a headache caused by the sudden emergence of a large number of memories. This experience made his originally unskilled acting skills more realistic and did not let him down. Grant Ward discovered something unusual.

Grant Ward looked at Holm with some disdain in his eyes, and then said in a deep voice: "Hail Hydra (Long live Hydra)"

"Hail hydra (Long live Hydra)" Holm also responded in a deep voice.

After the handover of the meteorite matter came to an end, Holm left the suburban forest and drove back to his home alone.

During the exchange with Grant Ward just now, all the memory fragments that he thought had disappeared suddenly came out, almost causing him to faint on the spot.

Although the process was somewhat painful, his memory was finally put together completely, and the memories about the past finally unfolded in front of him like a complete picture.

He thought about the connection between Home and Grant Ward, and why he died at home.

Grant Ward is Home's instructor and superior in the Hydra organization. Home's stress reaction to him comes entirely from years of "careful teaching," even though Home is now viewing these memories as a bystander. , but he could still feel how cruel those methods and training were.

This agent is indeed not something that ordinary people can be, especially agents of Hydra.

As for why he died at home, it had something to do with Grant Ward.

Three days ago, Grant Ward gave him a secret mission to kill a defected agent named Nathan Landis and get back what he had in his hands.

The confidentiality of his mission is extremely high. If it can be completed, it will definitely be a great achievement. This is why Holm is so active.

Everything went smoothly at first. Based on the existing intelligence and his own inquiries and speculations, he stunned the other party while he was in a hurry, and then took him home.

Because there was nothing on Nathan Landis, Holm planned to wait for the other party to wake up and ask him about the whereabouts of the things, and then kill him.

Unexpectedly, the boat capsized in the sewer. Nathan Landis had already developed resistance to drugs through daily training. He woke up long before Holm planned, and then directly attacked and killed Holm.

Looking back at these memories, Holm also thought of his previous speculations and shook his head with a wry smile. He never expected that this would be the case.

He had thought before that Grant Ward might have killed him, but now it seemed that was not the case at all.

However, if this task cannot be completed, his end will definitely not be good after three days.

Grant Ward behaves like a human being in S.H.I.E.L.D., but is actually a cruel executioner, which perfectly fits Holm's stereotype of Hydra.

But what important thing did Nathan Landis take away that made Grant Ward care so much?

If this thing is really secret and cannot be leaked, then when he kills Nathan Landis, will he be the next one to be eliminated?

It shouldn't be that simple, Holm shook his head and continued thinking.

Although Grant Ward was very disdainful of his attitude, judging from past memories, he was indeed a handy tool for Grant Ward.

After all, after cultivating it for so long, even if it has to be discarded in the end, all the value must be squeezed out. Holm can still provide a lot of value now.

But Holm does have to be careful about this. Grande Ward just needs to use him now. When he doesn't have this tool or it doesn't work well, his fate will be worse than that of Nathan Lan. Tis is even worse.

If he wanted to live well, Holm had to do something. Before Grant Ward killed him, he had to kill him in advance.

Whether it was based on past memories or the meeting just now, Holm wanted to chop Grant Ward into pieces.

"I really want to kill him right now." Holm's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent.

At this moment, at a red light, two exaggerated and unique sports cars parked next to Holm's car, one on the left and one on the right.

Looking at Holm's ordinary car, they stood to the left and right, shouting and making fun of Holm, and honking their horns to show off their luxury cars.

The piercing trumpets and strange screams mixed together, penetrated into Holm's ears, and then exploded in his head.

Holm felt endless irritation and anger growing uncontrollably. He suddenly had an urge to kill all the people in the luxury cars on both sides, and it became increasingly difficult to restrain him.

"boom!"

Holm took out his pistol and pulled the trigger, and the huge gunshot echoed continuously.