Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

"With so many criminal records, you are considered to be the best among the scum." Holm sighed sarcastically, while picking out a few ropes from the pile of debris nearby, and tied the wretched man and the returned The wailing hat man and their hands were tied to the nearby garbage can.

In order to prevent them from dragging the trash can, he also took off their belts and tied their legs together in the same way.

After doing this, Holm also patted the dust on his hands, then looked at the time and said: "In 5 minutes, my colleagues will come and take you away. You'd better be obedient and stop the rubbish you guys did." Please explain everything clearly so that you won’t suffer any more physical pain in the future.”

Hearing Holm's words, the wretched men nodded quickly, fearing that they were not sincere enough. They just wanted this mad dog to leave quickly.

After taking care of these things, Holm also put the pistol back into the gun bag on his waist, and then pulled the silent girl next to him out of the alley.

The girl looked at Holm's figure, and her silent and indifferent face had a hint of expression. She seemed to be about to say something.

But before she could say anything, Holm had already reached out and stopped a taxi.

When the taxi pulled over, Holm raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl and said, "You're not even 21 yet. From the look of you, you're just a high school student at most. Do you know that you can't buy alcohol yet?" ?”

Hearing Holm's serious tone, the girl pursed her lips and lowered her head slightly, so that no one could see the look in her eyes.

Seeing the girl lowering her head slightly, Holm also nodded in his mind.

It's good to know how to be ashamed, so that at least you can avoid something like this from happening again in the future.

Thinking of this, he continued: "Go home early from school and don't wander around on the street so late. If something happens, it will be too late to regret."

"Okay, get in the car. Tell the driver where your home is. Go home directly and don't stay outside."

After saying that, Holm opened the car door and motioned for the girl to get in the car.

The girl still lowered her head and showed no expression, but after the car door opened, she still bent down and got into the car.

After closing the door, Holm went around to the driver's side.

Looking at the impatient bearded driver, Holm took out fifty dollars from his pocket and put it in his breast pocket. Then he took out a ID card with FBI written on it and showed it to the driver.

"This is the fare and tip for you. Make sure you get this girl home safely."

"Do you understand what I mean?" Holm said while shaking the ID in his hand.

Under the combined effect of money and mad dog certificates, the impatience on the bearded driver's face has long been forgotten.

At this time, there was only sincere perseverance on his face, just like Captain America who was ordered to save the motherland from danger.

"No problem, sir, I will definitely send this lady home safely."

Looking at the bearded driver's determined eyes and listening to his promise, Holm nodded with satisfaction, then put away his ID and patted him on the shoulder.

He likes this kind of good comrade who has eyes and knows how to advance and retreat.

As the bearded driver stepped on the accelerator, the taxi sprang out like a sword and broke into the dim night.

Looking at the taillights of the vehicle getting further and further away and the siren that could be heard vaguely, Holm also opened the door and sat back in the car, throwing the FBI ID in his pocket into the armrest box.

Inside the armrest box, in addition to the FBI ID, there is also a pile of various IDs and some corresponding badges.

As a professional agent, these documents are just one of his daily tools.

When necessary, he can have any identity, such as the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) just mentioned, or the IRS (Inland Revenue Service), and the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency). And so on.

The main thing is a variety of products, and they are all genuine documents and identities.

After putting away his things, Holm continued to step on the accelerator and drove towards the hotel in front.

What just happened was just an episode for him, and it also allowed him to see the customs and customs of New York City.

From then on, the New York in his memory began to come alive. It was the most prosperous city in the world, but it also concealed the heaviest darkness and nastiness in the world.

Although he is a part of this darkness, he will never be able to acknowledge what happened just now no matter how long it takes, and he will never be able to look the other way and be a silent accomplice.

The early morning sunlight sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains and slowly climbed onto Holm's face.

Feeling the heat of the sun, Holm opened his eyes, rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned, obviously not yet fully awake from his sleep.

He didn't sleep well that night. He couldn't sleep at first and stared at the ceiling for most of the night.

I don’t know when I fell asleep later, but I kept having nightmares.

He felt as if he had been repeating the moment of his death. Something hit his temple, and then his vision went black in pain.

He had been reliving this feeling last night, and it was making him very uncomfortable.

He tried to turn around countless times to see who that person was, but was unable to do so. In the end, he could only struggle to wake up from his dream.

"Huh~ don't let me catch you! Otherwise, you will be the one to eat, damn it!"

While rubbing his face to wake himself up, Holm cursed in a low voice the murderer who gave him nightmares.

He took his mobile phone from the pillow and looked at the situation at home when he was asleep last night.

The living room was still empty, nothing had changed since he left.

Seeing such a scene, Holm also frowned and couldn't figure out whether the murderer had not completed the emergency mission or whether he had discovered that he was not dead.

Yesterday, he was still leaning towards the former possibility, but now after a night, he was already vaguely leaning towards the second possibility.

He guessed that the murderer might have known the fact that he was not dead, so he stood still.

But the question is how did he know?

While Holm was thinking, the phone in his hand started to ring again.

Looking at Daisy Johnson on the caller ID, Holm's somewhat blocked thoughts suddenly opened up.

Only Daisy had contact with him yesterday. The only person the murderer wanted to know about his situation was Daisy.

So he just needs to know who Daisy unintentionally disclosed his information to.

It might not necessarily be that person, it might be someone else around him who heard the news, but at least it must be related to him.