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

As he was pondering this, he saw Spider-Woman slowly turn her head and look at him.

Their eyes met, and George Stacy's voice, tinged with static, blared from the loudspeaker, echoing around them.

The surrounding police officers also had their guns drawn, watching Spider-Woman in the center of the arena, awaiting George Stacy's orders.

Suddenly, Spider-Woman began to move, leaping towards where Holm was.

"As expected, I knew it would be like this," Holm thought to himself.

Faced with this situation, he did nothing else but raise his hands, hoping that he, as a human shield, could play his role.

Spider-Woman quickly jumped towards Holm's side, and the police officers' eyes and gun barrels followed her every move.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" George Stacy hurriedly shouted to the police officers who were holding guns, in order to avoid accidentally hitting Holm.

Although he shouted in time, it's unclear whether he was startled by the sudden sound or accidentally fired due to nervousness, but a gunshot suddenly rang out.

"Bang!" The bullet flew rapidly toward Holm's location.

Spider-Woman had already used Holm's cover to run to the alleyway next door, but after the gunshot rang out, she hurriedly turned around and shot a web at Holm, pulling him back.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough that the bullet did not hit Holm, but it did graze her arm.

Soft and comfortable, that was the first thought in Holm's mind when Spider-Woman suddenly pulled him into her arms.

In fact, he was already prepared to dodge bullets, after all, even if Venom is unreliable, it still has this ability.

However, Spider-Woman was unaware of his abilities, which led to the current situation.

So, I guess I've been saved? But it seems like the opposite of what you'd expect in a typical story.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Spider-Woman simply took Holm and fled into a nearby alley.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if stray bullets came after she left.

And so, Spider-Woman held Holm in one arm while shooting out a web with the other, flying swiftly into the distance.

It would be quite strange to see a nearly 1.9-meter-tall strong man being hugged like that, but because of Spider-Woman's extraordinary strength, such weight doesn't really affect her much.

Looking at the buildings and roads rushing past below, Holm felt a sense of novelty; this kind of swinging was indeed very exciting.

Although some rides in amusement parks can achieve similar effects, the actual experience is vastly different.

"Hmm? I smell a very sweet-smelling substance coming out of your brain. What is it?" Venom suddenly asked Holm.

"This substance is called 'If you keep talking, you won't get any chocolate,'" Holm said irritably.

"..." Holm's answer left Venom speechless. It didn't know what it had done wrong. It was ready when the bullet came, but it was pulled away and didn't get to prove its ability.

If it has another chance like this, it must perform well to prove that being ambushed by that lizard monster was indeed an accident, and that its true strength is far greater than that.

Sensing Venom's somewhat listless mood, Holm didn't continue teasing it. Instead, he explained seriously, "The human brain secretes different substances under different stimuli, but I don't know exactly what they are. You can find the answer yourself, by watching TV or surfing the internet. Anyway, you don't need to sleep..."

Just as Holm was answering Venom, the rhythm of the swing suddenly stopped, and he and Spider-Woman began to fall from the air.

Spider-Woman tried to raise her hand to stick to the building next to her with her webs, but her trembling arms and the deformed posture in the air prevented her from succeeding.

Just as she was about to do something else, Holm, whom she had just been hugging, turned around and hugged her back.

Holm, while holding her, adjusted his landing position and aimed at the alley between the two buildings.

He nimbly moved left and right on the stairs outside the building amidst a series of loud crashes until he landed safely.

This series of brilliant but unusual actions also opened Gwen Stacy's eyes, and at this point she was certain that Holm was indeed no ordinary person.

"Your arm needs to be bandaged." Holm's voice snapped Gwen Stacy back to reality. She quickly jumped off Holm's arms to avoid remaining in that awkward position.

Blood was still seeping from the bullet graze on her arm, and the burning pain persisted.

The accident just now was caused by the constant swinging that tore the wound even more, and by the image of her father glaring at her and yelling that kept replaying in her mind.

Her best friend died unexpectedly in her arms, and her father, believing she was the murderer, relentlessly pursued her.

It was already difficult to explain to the other party that she was Spider-Woman, and now with Peter's incident, the situation has become even more complicated.

Seeing that Spider-Woman seemed a little distracted again, Holm didn't say anything. He simply took out a small packet of gauze from his pocket and bandaged her up.

As is well known, it is normal for a professional agent to carry a small bag of gauze with him. He even had painkillers, hemostatic agents, and a small piece of needle and thread in his other pocket.

Right, hemostatic agent. Thinking of hemostatic agent, Holm took it out again, tore it open, and then sprinkled it evenly on the other person's wound.

After applying the hemostatic agent, Holm continued to wrap the bandage and then tied it into a pretty bow.

"OK, that's all right now." Holm was satisfied with his method, which once again proved that his agent skills had not diminished despite his rebirth.

Gwen Stacy glanced at the bandage on her arm, her curiosity about Holm's identity growing stronger.

His excellent marksmanship and physical skills, his somewhat strange but clearly unusual physique, and the first-aid supplies he always carried all indicated that Holm was no ordinary person.

The important thing is that the other party doesn't seem to be hiding anything from her, just letting her imagine it.

Curiosity was certainly present, but past experience also reminded her not to get too close out of curiosity.

Regardless of what the other party thinks, she is indeed a wanted criminal, and she has many secrets that cannot be known to others.

Thinking of this, Gwen Stacy also gave Holm a deep look, then took a few steps back and shot a spider web toward the distant building.

"Thank you."

Before Holm could reply, Gwen Stacy left a thank you and disappeared into the buildings.

Holm could sense the other party's strong wariness, but he just chuckled and shook his head, then reached into his pocket and pulled out an FBI badge.

At the same time, the wailing of police sirens could be heard from afar, growing louder as they approached.

With a screeching sound of brakes, several police cars also stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Chapter 18, George Stacy

"Could you please get me another cup of tea? This one's a bit cold."

In the police station, Holm sat on the sofa in George Stacy's office and spoke to an officer standing next to him.

Upon hearing Holm's request, the officer glanced at the tea on the table, which had stopped steaming, and then at the passageway outside the blinds, looking somewhat hesitant.

Seeing the officer's troubled expression, Holm smiled and said, "Alright, that's fine. I probably won't be staying here much longer anyway."

After saying that, Holm closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down while mentally reassuring Venom.

"I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry... Can't I just bite this guy's head off?"

Because of the sudden appearance of the lizard monster, Venom, who was supposed to eat as much chocolate as he wanted, only got to eat one piece. So now he can only smell the sweet-smelling heads and endure his unbearable hunger.

"Wait a little longer, we should be able to get out soon. I'll buy you chocolates as much as you want once we're out," Holm reassured Venom.

"So hungry, so hungry, so hungry..." Venom continued to mutter listlessly.

"Your kidneys smell very tempting, why don't I eat one... it won't cause any problems if I lose one anyway."

Venom spoke to Holm in a conciliatory tone, seemingly quite interested.

Holm was speechless upon hearing this. To prevent Venom from having such dangerous thoughts again, he gritted his teeth and warned Venom in an unfriendly tone, "You'd better not have such thoughts."

"Just hang in there a little longer and you'll be able to eat as much chocolate as you want."

"But if you dare to mess with me, I'll put you in a glass tank and keep making noise for you."

"No, no, no... I was just kidding, hehehe." Venom quickly chuckled and explained, "I was just saying that, actually I can still tolerate it."

"Emmm, even if we have to wait another half hour, no, an hour, it's fine."

Upon hearing Venom back down, Holm rolled his eyes and then picked up the iced tea on the table and took a sip.

His venom seems a bit dim-witted; it looks like it needs some proper training in the future.

More than an hour had passed since he was taken to the police station, and given his status, George Stacy couldn't force him to do anything, so she could only settle him in the office.

George Stacy had no doubts about Holm's identity, after all, she had seen him before at the gymnasium of Midtown High School.

What he cared about was whether Holm had any communication with Spider-Woman after she took him away, and why he didn't try to buy some time to keep Spider-Woman there.

He knew, of course, that Spider-Woman was a formidable opponent, but he also knew that Holm was carrying a gun and was quite skilled himself.

It's unrealistic to expect Holm to subdue Spider-Woman directly, but stalling for time until they arrive is perfectly fine.

"Click!" As the lock turned, George Stacy pushed open the door and walked in.

He waved for the standing officer to leave, then closed the door and sat down opposite Holm.

Neither of them spoke, and the silence gradually spread.

“I’ve already told you once, capturing Spider-Woman is your business, it has little to do with me, and it’s not my responsibility.”

Holm finally broke the silence, looking at George Stacy's furrowed brows and speaking.

"And I need a reasonable explanation for that bullet that almost hit me."

Is this how our police department works?

"If it weren't me standing there today but an ordinary citizen, and if your so-called wanted criminal hadn't turned around to help, then there would have been another innocent citizen shot on that street. What would you have done then?"

As he spoke, Holm's brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed a sharp gaze.

Holm's words and gaze made George Stacy feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, giving her a headache.

The accidental discharge today could be a big deal or a small deal. If Holm doesn't pursue it, it's fine. But if he really takes it seriously, things will turn out like this, where he has nothing to say but sigh and apologize.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Clint, we've only asked you to come here to make a statement as part of the procedure, since you did have contact with Spider-Woman."

"Regarding the accidental discharge, we have already imposed the appropriate punishment on the police officer involved, and on behalf of the police station, I would like to express my sincere apologies to you."

"Now that this is all over, you are free to leave at any time."

Seeing George Stacy's sincere attitude, Holm didn't say much. He just wanted to get out and buy chocolate as soon as possible.

Just as he stood up to leave, George Stacy looked up at him again and continued, "I know Mr. Clint may have his own views on Spider-Woman, and therefore have different ideas about our actions and behavior."

"But I still want to ask Mr. Clint not to forget Peter Parker, that poor kid who died in the gymnasium."

"I will never forget the sight of that child lying in front of me, pale and cold."

"And we will never forget how his parents were heartbroken, unable to bear the memories of this place, yet struggling with the pain, and finally, after much agonizing, chose to leave."

"...I have been friends with the Parkers for many years, and our children have played together since they were little. They are important partners and friends."

“Peter was like my own child. His departure not only breaks my heart, but it is also unbearable for my daughter.”