Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

Judging from past experience, his ideas were implemented successfully by Holm.

Every time they met, he enjoyed the way Holm was scared but pretending to be calm, trembling slightly while suppressing his stress response.

Just like admiring a piece of art made by his own hands, Holm is the one that makes him think about it endlessly.

But today, this tool that had never dared to disobey him in the past dared to talk to him with such an attitude and even taunted him. This was simply unbelievable to him.

"How dare you talk to me like this? It seems that you have forgotten everything I taught you." Grant Ward's narrowed eyes flashed with cold light, and his tone was cold and majestic.

Even though the current situation was so weird that he couldn't understand it, he still couldn't ignore Holm's change in attitude towards him.

A servant-like existence dared to offend his majesty. This feeling of being slightly out of control made Grant Ward even more annoyed and angry at this time.

"Kneel down!" Grant Ward shouted sternly with a cold tone.

Faced with his stern scolding, Holm just raised his head slightly, his eyes equally cold and sarcastic, as if he didn't hear Grant Ward's words.

"I say! Kneel down!" Grant Ward said as he took a few steps forward, the gun in his hand still pointing at Holm, the annoyance in his tone could no longer be suppressed, and he was even a little more impatient.

Looking at the pistol that was almost pressed against his chest, Holm still maintained the same posture without making any movement.

But after two seconds of pause, he slowly raised his hand and firmly held Grant Ward's wrist.

Then, under Grant Ward's ugly and angry gaze, he raised the opponent's right hand holding the gun upwards, and then took the initiative to press the cold muzzle of the gun with his forehead.

"Now, hit here to kill with one quick shot. Isn't this what you taught me? Why have I forgotten now?" Holm said while smiling as usual, as if what was on his head was not the muzzle of the gun.

"Do you think I don't dare to shoot? Do you think I don't know you are bluffing with me?" Grant Ward said, and at the same time he pressed the muzzle of the gun hard against Holm's head.

"You did remind me that I taught you many things before, including your bluffing now."

"These are leftovers from my play, so don't try to fool me with these botched doses."

"Tell me, what do you want to do? What are you doing now?"

The situation was complicated and strange. Grant Ward suddenly calmed down and realized that he had almost been fooled by Holm.

Holm did not answer Grant Ward's question. He just looked at the other party with some disappointment, as if he was sorry that he had not been shot just now.

"It's a pity that you just missed a good opportunity."

"What chance?" Grant Ward didn't understand what Holm was talking about.

"A chance to survive." Holm looked at him and said calmly.

"Ha! Don't be ridiculous. Uh!" Grant Ward was forcibly interrupted before he could finish his words. A dark tentacle was tightly strangling his mouth, preventing him from making any sound.

In addition, there were several dark tentacles wrapped around him, tightly imprisoning him and unable to move.

Even his hands had countless tiny tentacles wrapped around them and pierced into his palms, controlling his fingers, making it impossible for him to even pull the trigger.

"I've said it before, if you didn't seize the opportunity just now, there won't be another opportunity in the future." Watching the rare shock and horror occupy Grant Ward's eyes, Holm continued to speak softly.

At the same time, with a crisp click, Grant Ward's arm holding the gun was instantly twisted into a twist by the black tentacles clinging to it.

The pistol he was holding tightly fell to the ground after those tiny tentacles twisted his fingers off.

pain! Severe pain!

Unlike the normal situation where bones are broken, these black tentacles pierced into his flesh and blood, teasing his nerves, amplifying the already unbearable pain more than a hundred times.

Despite suffering such severe pain, Grant Ward still could not make a sound, but his face was twisted and his eyes were cracked.

"If you had fired just now, even though you couldn't have killed me, at least the SHIELD agents monitoring you would have noticed something unusual."

"But the opportunity has passed. You will not make any more noise from now on. I will let you die in extreme pain and silence." Holm looked at Grant Ward who was in pain and said softly.

At the same time, he reached out and pinched Grant Ward's neck.

This was Grant Ward's previous move to put pressure on Holm. When his hands were placed on Holm's neck, Holm's body could not stop shaking even more.

He used to like to feel Holm's fear of him like this, but he didn't expect that the role would be reversed today.

"Isn't it strange why people from SHIELD suddenly started spying on you?"

"That's because I exposed some of the things you did." Holm continued while squeezing Grant Ward's neck.

"That guy Nathan Landis not only put a copy in his stomach, he also left a backup in other places."

"So I gave what was in his belly to you, and I kept the backup."

"In order for you to keep me for a while longer before silencing me, I practiced in front of the mirror for a long time. How about it? My report at that time should be pretty good, and it didn't reveal any flaws."

"I read that information and it was very exciting, so I classified them into categories and leaked them."

"And it's not just SHIELD, I've also taken out those from Hydra. The only difference is the time."

"After all, we all know Hydra's style. Although I want them to know those things, I don't want them to kill you first."

"There can only be one person to kill you, and that's me."

Listening to Holm's series of heart-wrenching words, Grant Ward felt pained and annoyed, angry and powerless.

If he had known this, he should have killed Holm directly after the Nathan Landis incident was over, instead of still thinking about using up all the value of the opponent and then silencing him.

He never imagined that Holm, who had the same timid attitude when they last met, would have such a true face.

"Since you like to make people kneel down so much, you must have a deep understanding of this aspect, so kneel down and show me now."

The words that rang out again interrupted Grant Ward's thoughts. As Holm spoke, the palm on his neck began to be harder and harder.

"thump!"

Finally, Grant Ward was forced down by the huge force coming from Holm's hand, and he knelt down in an ugly and awkward posture.