Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

"If I remember correctly, there should be a hotel at the intersection ahead."

Holm looked at the building next to him and compared it with the memory in his mind.

While he was thinking, he also looked around while waiting for the red light.

Although it is already evening, it is still very lively here.

There were people coming in and out of the nightclub next to him all the time, and even if Holm was sitting in the car, he could hear the loud music inside.

People walked out of the nightclub in twos and threes, and then either fell to the roadside, or started vomiting while holding the trash can.

Regardless of whether they are sexy beauties in cool clothes or smart and handsome men, they all look equally ugly when they hold a trash can and vomit.

The unpleasant smell spread with the evening breeze, and Holm frowned and raised the window.

The red light turned green, and Holm, who was already impatient, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

After leaving the area, he rolled down the window again and let the evening breeze blow on his face, sweeping out the remaining smell in the car.

After turning the intersection, Holm saw the light sign of the hotel in his memory from a distance.

At this moment, a burst of noisy and obscene words came from the alley next to him.

"What's the point of drinking alone? Why don't you go to the bar next to us and have a drink."

"I have a lot of good things here, which are rare in the market. As long as you come with us, I guarantee that you will be so happy tonight that you will forget all your worries."

A man wearing a baseball cap with rings of various chains hanging around his neck was wearing a lewd smile. While winking at his partner next to him, he was also looking at a woman squatting on the ground, pulling up her hoodie. said.

There were several cans of beer placed in front of the woman squatting on the ground. The pulled up hoodie covered her face and expression, with only a few strands of golden hair scattered.

She didn't know whether she didn't hear it or didn't care at all. She didn't react at all to the man's lewd words and remained squatting on the ground silently.

"Hahahaha!"

The woman's silent reaction caused several people next to the hat man to laugh loudly.

While they patted the hat man's shoulders vigorously, they said some strange words, which made the hat man feel very embarrassed.

In anger, the man in the hat directly lifted the woman who was squatting on the ground, took out a switchblade and put it against the woman's neck.

After being forcibly pulled up from the ground, the hoodie on the woman's head fell crookedly, revealing long golden hair and a pretty but indifferent face.

Even though the light was dim, her blue eyes were still eye-catching.

As if she didn't care about any of this, the woman, no, the girl's eyes had no ripples, revealing a heavy gloom.

Looking at the unruffled and beautiful face in front of him, the feeling of humiliation in the hat man's heart became more intense. He pulled the girl's clothes, forced the switchblade closer and shouted loudly.

"Smelly bitch! Didn't you hear what I was talking to you?"

"What are you pretending to me?! I don't know how many times I've done this to you!"

"You're pretending to be noble, right? Let's see if you can still be like this when we play with you later!"

When the man in the hat was showing off his power, several men standing next to him also started to cheer and laugh lewdly: "Hey, hey, I didn't expect it to be a little sister! She's so beautiful~"

"It's been a long time since I've played with something so tender. We'll make you feel very comfortable in a while. I'm sure you won't be able to scream even if you want to."

While talking, they also moved towards the girl, their hands eagerly stretched forward, wanting to feel the girl's soft body.

The girl with indifferent eyes only changed her expression for the first time until now. Her blue eyes were flashing with dangerous light, and the fists hidden in her wide sleeves were clenched.

"DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration)! Put your hands up!"

A scolding interrupted several gangsters' efforts, and also interrupted the girl's prepared counterattack.

When they turned their heads, they saw a man in a black suit standing at the entrance of the alley holding a pistol.

Although the man's angular face was clean and handsome, the murderous look between his brows and sharp eyes prevented them from even thinking of contempt.

"Raise! Your! Hands!"

Holm spoke word by word, while his fingers were already exerting slight pressure.

Seeing Holm's actions and hearing his stern warning again, these gangsters immediately shuddered and quickly raised their hands.

"OKOKOK, calm down, buddy! We have raised our hands!" The man in the hat said seriously.

Although they didn't know how to curse in their hearts, on the surface they still didn't dare to let out a fart.

Everyone knows that these cops are like mad dogs, or mad dogs with a license to kill.

If they really shoot, nothing will happen to these mad dogs, but what they will lose is their own lives.

"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, the man in the hat fell to his knees in pain, looking at his palms that had been shot to pieces, and wailed loudly.

The shrill screams caused several people nearby to break out in cold sweat, and their legs began to tremble unconsciously.

"Possessing dangerous weapons and intending to attack the police." Before these people could ask why, Holm said calmly.

After hearing Holm's words, these people also looked at the blood-stained switchblade that fell to the side, and felt that their throats were extremely dry.

"Plop, plop!"

Perhaps their legs were weak, or perhaps they wanted to use this attitude to beg Holm to let them go. Suddenly, these people's legs became weak and they knelt on the ground one after another.

"Officer, we have no weapons, I. We have nothing!"

The man who laughed the most obscenely just now raised his hands high while speaking tremblingly, trying his best to prove to Holm that he was not a threat.

Holm looked at them, walked quickly towards them with his gun raised, and then crouched in front of them.

"Don't you have something that makes people excited? Take it out and take a look."

Hearing Holm's words, the wretched man said in a trembling voice: "Things... things are in our pockets."

He didn't dare to reach for it himself. He was afraid that if he put his hand into his pocket, he would be like the hat man just now, or even worse than him.

Looking at the wretched man who was so scared and yet so cautious, Holm also smiled. He took out all the things in their pockets, then took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures of them one by one.

"Tracy Branagh, male, 24 years old. Errol Cox, male, 28 years old."

Listening to Holm telling their names, ages, and previous criminal records one by one, the eyes of these people became wider and wider.