Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

On a dilapidated and dirty street in Juarez, Mexico, two old Mo men who looked like social elements were walking and swaying while talking.

"Which damn American still wants to grab meat from our chassis? If you chop off one of his hands, he will remember it."

"Tomorrow, let the brothers take care of all the guys. If you see any Americans, I will kill them to death so that they will never dare to come here again."

"I have been busy dealing with that bad guy before. Now it's time to let them know who is the boss here." A strong man in a black hat standing on the left said viciously.

His figure looked very strong, and he only wore a white vest on a cold night. The muscles underneath made the vest bulge, and his two thick arms were thicker than the legs of ordinary people.

He also has some tattoos on his body that look like evil spirits. Combined with his fierce and serious face, he looks even more sinister.

Listening to his words, the younger brother next to him who was wearing a jacket and a dark red turban, and who was a few times smaller than him in stature and body shape, also grinned and said: "Don't worry, boss, that American guy has probably been raped today." I was so scared that I peed my pants.”

"Especially when you, boss, chopped off that guy's arm, the faces of the Americans next to him were so distorted that they were about to cry. It really made people laugh out loud. How dare they come here with such little courage."

"After this experience, they should never dare to come here again in their lives. From now on, they may dream about us every day. I hope they won't be so scared that they wet their pants in their dreams."

"But there may be other Americans who step over here blindly. I will ask the brothers to be prepared. Once they encounter such a guy, I will leave them with some unforgettable memories."

Listening to the compliments and compliments from the younger brother next to him, the boss in the vest also relaxed his brows in relief, and an ugly smile appeared on his serious and fierce face.

"You guys are good at talking. I just took you to enjoy yourself today. You probably haven't been to the bar over there. All the girls there are very spot-on, especially that ass, tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes people drool. ”

As the boss in the vest spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the boy in the turban, and then continued in a very obscene manner: "Your little body doesn't look good, so don't do it in a few moments. It will embarrass me."

Hearing what the boss in the vest said, the boy in the turban also smiled and responded: "Hey, hey, don't worry, boss, I'm definitely still a little behind you, but I'm definitely much better than the average person."

"I'm famous for being a big gun. The Yankee's wife couldn't bear to leave after I played with her last time. She fainted three times, hehehe."

"Yo! Why didn't I know you had this ability? I have to show it to you tonight." The man in the vest patted his little brother on the back and laughed.

The streets were deserted at this time, with only their chatter and laughter echoing among the buildings, adding a bit of life to the dilapidated and dirty streets.

Just as the two of them were talking and walking towards their destination, a black shadow suddenly flashed across the roof of the building not far away.

The guy in the turban was still bragging to himself and didn't realize what was happening, but the guy in the vest was already keenly aware of the anomaly.

He had just spotted the black shadow with his peripheral vision, so he immediately stopped with a serious expression. He reached out to stop his younger brother from continuing to move forward, and pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"Get ready guys, the situation in front seems a little not right, a figure just dodged past." The boss in the vest said in a deep voice while loading the bullet.

After hearing what the boss said, the younger brother's smile also stopped, and he immediately took out the pistol from his waist and held it tightly in his hand, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

"Are the Americans today coming to take revenge on us? Or are the guys from the Bad Gang preparing to take revenge on their boss." The boy in the turban was thinking in his mind while observing the surroundings.

Although he was very confident in his boss's fighting power and his own ideas, it was still late at night anyway, and he didn't know how many people were on the other side, so he felt a little panicked.

"Boss, how about I call the brothers and ask them to come over quickly." The boy in the turban suggested looking at the boss in the vest next to him.

The vest boss paused after hearing this, then nodded seriously and said, "Let them bring all the guys with them. If they dare to cause trouble to me, no matter who they are, I have to make them pay a price."

"Yes!" The boy in the turban nodded, and at the same time took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket to make a call.

But he had just taken out his cell phone, and before he could see the phone book on the screen clearly or make a call, a black shadow flashed in front of him.

He watched with his own eyes as a line of blood slowly appeared on his forearm, and then the forearm holding the phone was slowly disconnected under his own gaze, and then fell to the ground, spurting out blood.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The boy in the turban stared and screamed. This strange scene made him frightened. At the same time, the severe pain in his arm was also unbearable.

The mental and physical anxiety caused him to collapse directly to the ground, looking incoherently at the black shadow not far away and shouting in fear.

"What the hell is going on?!!! What the hell is that over there? Don't fucking pretend to be a ghost for me!!!" The boss in the vest was heartbroken when he saw the miserable condition of his little brother, and at the same time he also noticed the shadow not far away. The black shadow suddenly appeared.

While he was shouting, he also raised his hand to hold the pistol, and started pouring bullets at the black shadow not far away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Orange-red firelight bloomed in the dim streets, like small flowers blooming in the sky.

Several bullets were driven by gunpowder and shot directly into the body of the black shadow not far away, but the black shadow still did not move at all, and the bullets did not seem to have any effect on it.

"You fucking...!!! What the hell are you doing!!! What do you want to do?! Did those Yankees send you here?! Or was it the back-up job of that dead guy!"

The boss in the vest shouted loudly and took a step back. His younger brother had stopped shouting and was lying on the ground passed out.

He looked at the black figure in the shadow, and some sweat began to form in the hand holding the pistol.