Marvel's Venom starts with Hydra undercover

"That gang of arms sellers is really annoying! What a bunch of sons of bitches! It's so ugly to talk!" A man holding a submachine gun held up his hat and said to his companions next to him.

Upon hearing this, his companion also raised the gun in his hand and said, "I want to put the gun directly into his mouth and beat his head to pieces."

"This is not Africa. It's not their turn to make the decision. Mexico is our territory!"

"If they dare to be so rude when we meet again later, I will teach them a lesson."

While the two of them were talking, he suddenly heard some slight noises coming from behind him.

But before he could turn around to see what happened, the companion next to him had his head and body separated, and bright red blood was gushing from his broken neck, staining his clothes red and making his face wet.

"Pfft!" Just as he opened his mouth to shout, a sharp tentacle penetrated his neck, interrupting his howl.

The tentacles and blood blocked his trachea and filled his throat, leaving him helpless and unable to help but make some loud noises and spurt out some blood and flesh and blood tissue.

"Crack!" With a dull crisp sound, his head was forcibly twisted 180 degrees by the tentacles that penetrated his neck, and the bones in his neck were twisted into pieces.

As the tentacles retracted, a corpse fell to the ground weakly, just hitting the headless body.

In 30 seconds, an eight-man team patrolling outside the factory was quietly killed.

Holm looked at the corpses on the ground, shook off the blood on the broad blade, and continued quietly walking in the opposite direction of the factory.

He wanted to go around to the back of the remaining nine-man team, and then quickly and neatly deal with them like he did just now.

As Holm walked around behind the nine-man team, they were also talking quietly to each other.

However, compared to the men of the drug dealers just now, these arms dealers appear to be slightly more professional. Although they are talking, their attention is not distracted at all, and they are always observing the movements around them.

Holm rushed out again like an arrow from a string. At the same time, he reminded Venom in his heart: "It's still the same as before, don't let them make a sound."

"Don't worry, it's absolutely no problem!" Venom Quacker responded with a smile. Every tentacle it controlled had been aimed at the necks of these people, ensuring that they would not make any strange noises.

When Holm waved his hands, aiming to chop off the heads of the few people at the end of the team, the howling wind made these people also notice something abnormal.

But when they wanted to turn around to see what was going on, it was already too late. With a flash of black light, their vision began to spin.

These arms dealers were obviously much more alert than the drug dealers just now. When the heads of the following people fell to the ground, the people in front had already turned around and saw Holm rushing towards them.

But before they could raise their guns and pull the triggers, Venom had already controlled the sharp black tentacles to cut off their arms, and tightly bound their necks and mouths, making them unable to make a sound.

"Pfft! Jam!" The sound of the blade cutting across the neck and the sound of bones breaking sounded at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining people's heads fell to the ground or their necks were broken, and they lost their breath and turned into corpses.

In less than a minute, all the patrols on the periphery had been killed by Holm.

Next, there are only two people who are trading inside.

The Mexicans inside were checking the guns and ammunition shipped to them by arms dealers.

The arms dealer, while counting money with a money detector, asked his younger brother to test the quality of the drugs.

It seems that Mexicans pay for arms in a special way. Some use cash and some use drugs.

They were busy each other but were wary of each other. They looked up from time to time. It was obvious that they were both experienced veterans and were always on guard against each other's little moves.

In the noisy sound of the money counter running and the boys talking to each other, neither party noticed that several small cylinders were rolling in from the outside, nor did they notice the small movement they made when they rolled.

It was only when the small cylinders began to emit thick smoke that they realized something unexpected had happened.

"Damn! What's going on?! Do you want to take advantage of others?!"

"Motherfucker!!! What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Don't move! Don't move! My bullets don't have eyes!"

Under the thick smoke, the hands of both sides suddenly became tense, and they greeted each other in an elegant and easy-going manner.

Fortunately, thanks to the control of the leaders of both sides, there was no conflict.

As the leaders, the two of them knew that the transaction just went smoothly, and there was no need to engage in such a thing. Moreover, judging from the reactions just now, they were both at a loss, so there should be a third party involved.

"Hey, brother, this is not our fault! If you can't figure out the situation, it means there are other bastards who are causing trouble!" the leader of the Mexican drug traffickers shouted loudly.

The thick smoke made it difficult for them to see the specific situation in the factory and the location of each other, so they could only communicate through this primitive method of shouting.

Listening to the slightly accented shout of the Mexican drug trafficker leader, the arms dealer leader also made a corresponding judgment on the current emergency situation.

So he responded with the same loud shout: "There must be other bastards who want to ruin our deal, we can't fall into their trap!"

"Be careful, they should still be there"

The leader's words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, leaving only a faint groan.

This situation made the Mexican drug traffickers a little confused. They only heard some movement around them, but they were a little confused about what the situation was.

"Hold the guys, get closer to each other, and be careful." The drug dealer leader reminded his companions next to him.

Hearing his reminder, the drug dealers also clenched their guns and looked at the smoke-filled surroundings with caution.

"No matter who you are, you have hit the wall now." The drug dealer leader said as he clenched the submachine gun in his hand, ready to pull the trigger at any time.

"As long as you're in Mexico, you can't escape. We're going to find you, and then..."

Before he could finish his words, a black shadow quickly emerged from the smoke, and then his head slipped from his shoulders and rolled to the ground, splattering with blood.

In a total time of 1 minute and 57 seconds, the thirty-seven target criminals were eliminated, and the requirements of the mission were small movement and quick action.