Marvel's Venom, starting with a Hydra undercover agent.

Marvel's Venom, starting with a Hydra undercover agent.

Author: Tuopao

Summary:

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When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the Marvel universe, and had just been resurrected.

Good news! I've been given a government job and double pay right after transmigrating.

The bad news is, it's either a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent or a Hydra mole.

Good news, I had already watched all the Marvel movies up to the battle against the purple potato monster before I traveled through time.

The bad news is that the plot of the movie world isn't the whole story; many unexpected things are happening.

Good news! Although he's just an ordinary person, he encountered Venom and gained entry into the world of extraordinary power.

The bad news is, this Venom isn't very strong but talks a lot, and his personality is quite eccentric.

...Homme didn't know how to struggle in this quagmire of shadows.

After much deliberation, he had a breakthrough and decided to take control of his own destiny, to fight the monster in the shadows! Either be devoured, or control it!

Long live Hydra?! No! Long live the Great Leader Holm Klint!!!

Chapter 1, In the Marvel Universe, a Level 6 Agent? A Hydra Infiltrator

(This is a mental storage space. Although this article isn't entirely mindless, considering that everyone has different tastes, please leave your brain here and just enjoy the story along with the rhythm of the text.)

The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, adding a touch of brightness to the dim environment.

Lin Mo stood in the bathroom, looking at her unfamiliar self in the mirror, and it took her a while to calm down.

"So, I have traveled through time?"

"Ouch! My head hurts so much!"

Lin Mo sat on the toilet, clutching his head and looking somewhat pained.

There were dried bloodstains on his right temple, and a large patch of blood was also visible on his otherwise strong right cheek.

With the bloodstains on the floor next to the sofa, Lin Mo could roughly tell what position he had been lying in.

Although he had read many novels, Lin Mo never imagined that time travel would one day happen to him.

He was enjoying a rare weekend of drinking, eating, and watching movies in his rented apartment when he woke up to find himself in this unfamiliar place, a complete stranger.

"Damn, my head hurts so much, it feels like my brain is growing out!"

Lin Mo felt his head was throbbing and throbbing, and he was also feeling dizzy. He didn't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or because of his rebirth.

Accompanied by intense pain, fragmented memories kept appearing in his mind.

Under the influence of pain and fragmented memories, Lin Mo's face grew paler and paler, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Lin Mo didn't know how long he sat there, but the pain finally subsided, and he let out a long sigh of relief, panting heavily.

Lin Mo could sense that many of his memories had been lost because of his rebirth.

However, through those fragmented memories, Lin Mo finally learned about the state of this world and this body.

Holm Klint, that's the name of this body, and also Lin Mo's current name.

He works for the U.S. government's Department of Homeland Security and Strategic Security, also known as S.H.I.E.L.D.

He is not only a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but also a member of the ever-growing Hydra organization hidden in the shadows of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? Hydra? This is the Marvel universe for crying out loud."

Thinking of this information, and the names like Tony Stark that had appeared in his memory, Lin Mo knew that he had transmigrated into an ordinary world.

Chaotic thoughts swirled in Lin Mo's mind, and his head, already somewhat dizzy from blood loss, became even more confused.

Lin Mo knew he wasn't in a good state. He rubbed his empty stomach, staggered to the kitchen, found some bread, and ate it with bottled mineral water.

He did want to find some red dates or something similar to replenish his blood, but obviously, there wouldn't be any such things in this Western-style home.

Lin Mo sat on the sofa, ate something, and rested to recover his strength and improve his condition.

While looking at the pool of blood on the ground, he sorted out his thoughts in his mind.

Putting aside the fact that this world is the Marvel universe and his dual identity, the most important thing now is to figure out who killed him.

He didn't have this part of the answer in his fragmented memory, and he couldn't even remember what he did last night or who he had recently clashed with.

He had just checked himself in the bathroom and found blood only on his temple, which should be the fatal wound.

He also examined the fatal wound closely and found that although the bloodstains were horrific, the wound had completely healed, with only a faint mark remaining, indicating that there had once been a wound there.

Lin Mo guessed that this might be an anomaly caused by his transmigration.

To verify whether this ability still existed and whether it was his transmigrator's cheat code, he deliberately cut the back of his hand with a knife. However, there was no reaction; the wound remained a wound, and there was no special healing speed.

Was it a revenge killing? A crime of passion? Or was it a cover-up by S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra to silence him?

Although Lin Mo had obtained his identity through scattered information, he was unable to find more information to determine his current situation.

His memories of this world were like a complete mirror that had been shattered, leaving only a few large pieces that preserved the basic information, while the rest of the details had completely disappeared.

The thought that the Marvel world was not as ordinary and harmonious as the world he had lived in before gave Lin Mo a headache.

Fortunately, he had already watched all the Marvel movies in his previous life. He couldn't say he knew every detail, but he was very clear about the plot.

As long as he can avoid the locations where these major events are taking place at crucial moments, he should be safe.

However, the problem is that his current identity is still a bit tricky. Being a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. is already dangerous enough, but it turns out that he is actually a Hydra agent.

"Ugh, this is really troublesome!"

Lin Mo felt a pang of sadness as he considered his current situation.

Although he is in his own home, he feels completely unsafe.

The bloodstains on the floor had not yet been cleaned up; this patch of somewhat dried, dark red blood served as a constant reminder that his current situation was not safe.

After much thought, Lin Mo still couldn't find any clues from the limited leads. For now, he could only take it one step at a time and try to determine who had murderous intent towards him by observing the people around him.

The people he can contact are usually either S.H.I.E.L.D. agents or Hydra moles within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Therefore, the person who attacked him must belong to one of these two categories.

As for ordinary people he encountered in his daily life, Lin Mo also excluded them after a moment's thought.

The murder occurred in his home. If it were an ordinary person or a stranger he encountered in daily life, Holm Clint would certainly not have allowed him into his home.

Moreover, ordinary people would be no match for Holm Clint, a dual agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

Although Lin Mo didn't know how much of his former skills he would retain after his rebirth, he was certain that Holm Klint's skills were absolutely top-notch before his rebirth.

Therefore, all things considered, the person who killed him must be someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, and it must be someone he knew well, either a colleague or his superior.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo narrowed his eyes, and some plans began to form in his mind.

Based on his fragmented memories and his past life's memories, he leans towards the identity of the person who killed him being Hydra.

After all, Hydra's organizational structure and ruthless methods are far more ruthless than those of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 2, Emergency Mission

"Horm Klint, from now on I will continue to live in this world under this identity," Lin Mo thought, looking at the calluses on his hands.

Memories of his past life and fragments of memories remaining in his mind made him feel somewhat disoriented. He was neither the Lin Mo of the past nor the Holm Klint of the past.

Although it was somewhat unfamiliar and hard to accept, from this day forward, he was Holm Clint.

Looking at the room, which was both strange and familiar, Holm slowly stood up.

After resting for a while, he felt much better.

He then cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground and searched the house to see if he could find any clues.

Only the murderer knows that he is dead. The murderer could not have expected him to come back to life, so he has to search the room carefully to see if there are any clues left by the other party.

As a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., his murder is no small matter. Therefore, if the killer wanted his death to avoid causing a big fuss or being investigated in detail, they would definitely have to make arrangements.

Either prepare a complete chain of evidence, or eliminate him without a trace, making him disappear from the face of the earth.

The fact that he can still come back to life in his room, rather than crawling out of some ditch in the suburbs, shows that the murderer chose the former method.

With this in mind, Holm conducted a thorough search of the room, but unfortunately, apart from gaining a better understanding of himself, the complete chain of evidence he had envisioned did not appear.

But this scenario doesn't make sense. Has the murderer become so brazen that he doesn't care about being investigated?

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Just as he was pondering this, his cell phone, which was on the coffee table, started ringing.

Holm tried a few familiar numbers from his head and finally unlocked the password on his phone.

He then received a phone call from someone named Daisy Johnson.

Seeing his phone vibrating incessantly, Holm nervously pressed the call button.

"Why haven't you come over yet? The mission notification was sent out half an hour ago." A slightly cold voice came from the phone.

"Sorry, I'll be right there," Holm replied as concisely as possible.

Upon hearing Holm's reply, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

This made Holm's heart skip a beat, wondering if the other party had noticed something unusual.

He had very little memory of the name; he only remembered that the two of them were probably colleagues, but he had no recollection of any specific interactions between them.

Therefore, he didn't know what kind of attitude to use to answer the other party, so he could only use the most concise and straightforward words possible.

Just as Holm was feeling uneasy, Daisy Johnson's voice came through the phone again.

"Ah."

It ended with a single word, followed by the busy tone of the call being disconnected.

Holm calmed his nerves and opened his phone, finding the encrypted mission notification.