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

"My God! What's going on?! This isn't scientific?!"

Dr. Lister lay on the ground, staring at Pietro's leg, now back to normal, and muttered to himself in disbelief.

"There's a lot you don't know, Doctor," Holm said, looking at Dr. Lister. "It's such a waste of your talent to keep doing that kind of research."

"If you are willing to follow me, I can continue to increase investment so that you can do the research you want. There are even many things and forces that you can't even imagine waiting for you to study in the future."

"I can give you anything Baron Strucker can give you, and I can also give you things that Baron Strucker can't give you, so you can think carefully about whether you want to be my enemy."

"Now you only have two choices. One is to let me kill you and send you down to join Baron Strucker and his son, continuing to serve them in hell. The other is to work for me, enjoy your life, continue your previous research, and just be a good scientist."

After speaking, Holm lowered his eyes and looked at Dr. Lister, who was sitting on the ground, waiting for his reply.

Under Holm's intimidating gaze, Dr. Lister finally nodded and accepted his fate.

Chapter 209, Wanda's Little Thoughts and Final Arrangements

After securing this last bit of trouble and assistance, Holm began making arrangements for Sokovia.

He asked Dr. Lister to stand up and sit on the sofa, and then instructed him: "From now on, you will still be in charge of daily scientific research activities and assist Baron Strucker."

“From now on he is Baron Scolac. I need you to clear away all obstacles as quickly as possible and take complete control of the Hydra branch in Sokovia.”

Upon hearing Holm's words, Dr. Lister looked at William Baker, who was disguised as Werner, with a complicated expression and nodded.

After giving instructions to Dr. Lister, Holm looked at William Baker and continued, "Your words are the same as what you just said. Once the situation stabilizes in the next couple of days, we'll resolve all those troubles."

“I also have a list of spies from other branches who have infiltrated. These people need to be eliminated as well.”

"You need to take control of this place as quickly as possible, stabilize the situation, and prevent the other branches from noticing anything unusual. By the time they realize what's happening, everything must be set in stone."

“Now you are Baron Strucker. You have a significant advantage in terms of both reputation and strength. If you act quickly enough, those people won’t even have time to react.”

“I understand. I plan to remain calm for the next two days and begin my operation on the third day,” William Baker nodded in response to Holm.

Holm nodded after hearing his response, then glanced at his watch and said, "I'll leave this to you. I'll head back as planned in a bit. Contact me immediately if you encounter any problems."

"I will contact you if needed, and your cooperation will be needed for the subsequent development of the plan."

After Holm finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave through the hidden door.

As he prepared to leave, Wanda stepped forward from the side and asked him, "What about the two of us? We can help too."

At this point, Wanda touched her arm and said, "My...my blood is very valuable for research."

Seeing Wanda's expression, Holm smiled, patted her head, and said, "No need. You won't have to have your blood drawn for research anymore."

"You and your brother can go back to Sokovia city. Didn't you want to open a shop? Now there shouldn't be any problems."

"I will have them take care of you, and no more thugs or other fools will come looking for trouble."

"Besides, now that you're so strong, even if someone comes looking for trouble, you can just drive them away, right?"

Listening to Holm's words, Wanda lowered her head slightly and fell into deep thought.

Not far behind her, Pietro sighed inwardly as he looked at Wanda, then spoke up for her, saying, "My sister wants to go back to America with you, but she's too shy to say it herself, so I just said it for her."

"You...!" Wanda blushed and glared at Pietro as he directly exposed her secret and said it so loudly.

After glaring at him, she turned to look at Holm, then, while avoiding his gaze, she explained softly, "I just wanted to help you. You've always been the one helping me, and now that I... we both have superpowers, I can help you too."

"My abilities aren't weak either. I went through a lot of training when Werner asked me to be his bodyguard. I can help you and won't hold you back..."

“My brother…he runs really fast now…he won’t hold you back.”

When he heard that Wanda had finally offered to help him, Holm breathed a sigh of relief.

He certainly wanted Wanda and Pietro as powerful allies, but he didn't want to take advantage of their kindness and ask them for help.

There are two completely different concepts when you say something yourself and when someone else says it voluntarily.

Holm deliberately avoided mentioning the two of them from the very beginning, only assigning tasks to Dr. Lister and William Baker, waiting for Wanda to ask him or make a request.

As long as they offer to help, he can easily hesitate and then bring them under his command.

He only thought about Wanda and the others in Sokovia, and never imagined that Wanda actually wanted to go back to America with him.

He himself had to be extremely careful every day in the United States, let alone with Wanda on top of that, especially now that the plan was at a critical stage, he could not possibly accept such a sudden increase in risk.

Thinking of this, Holm could only remain silent for a moment before explaining to Wanda, "It's not impossible for you to help me with some things, but it's definitely not possible for you to come back to America with me."

Upon hearing Holm's blunt rejection, Wanda's hidden expectation froze instantly.

"It's not that I don't want to take you back, nor that you can't help me, but the time is not right."

"Actually, my own situation over there isn't very good either. I don't know how many eyes are watching me in the dark. I really can't bring you into such a dangerous situation as well."

"On the contrary, if the plan succeeds, Sokovia will become my safe house. Everything here will be under my control, and it will be absolutely safe. That's why I let you stay here."

Upon hearing Holm's explanation, Wanda's mood instantly shifted from disappointment to worry.

Seeing Wanda's change in expression, Holm patted her head and said, "Don't worry, I can handle things over there myself."

"So if you can help me handle things in Sokvia, I can focus more on what I'm doing there."

"Even if the worst happens and my identity is completely exposed, I can still come back here."

Holm's explanation revealed the importance of Sokovia to him, and Wanda nodded in agreement, saying firmly, "Don't worry, the two of us will help you handle things here. We can be of great help."

While the two of them were talking, Pietro sighed softly and shook his head from the sofa not far away.

They've relied on each other for so many years, how could he not know what Wanda's current situation was like?

Clearly, after several encounters and acts of kindness, his sister developed feelings for Holm.

Otherwise, why would Wanda have taken the initiative to ask Holm for help, or even go to the United States?

Unconsciously, the scene he saw when he woke up reappeared in his mind.

Although he still felt a little awkward, he had to admit that Holm had indeed helped them a lot, and that the guy was really handsome.

Chapter 210, A Dark and Windy Night for Murder

After settling things in Sokovia, Holm secretly returned to the United States under a false identity.

His vacation is coming to an end today, so the final step of the plan must be completed now.

"Finally, we're going to take care of that old guy. I've been eyeing his head for ages." Venom said to Holm, licking his lips as he looked out the window at the darkening sky.

“Yes, I’ve been planning this day for a long time.” As Holm spoke, the viscous black venom gradually enveloped his entire body.

"I can't wait to see the look of surprise on his face when he faces us."

After saying that, Holm bent his knees slightly and jumped directly to the roof of the building opposite, heading towards Garrett's residence.

He had already thoroughly investigated Garrett's usual activities and residence, all for this moment.

......

As darkness fell, the streetlights on both sides of the street gradually lit up, casting orange-yellow light across the street.

Garrett was sitting in the back seat of a car, his eyes closed, leaning back as if deep in thought.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked the driver in front, "What's been happening in Holm lately? Is he still on vacation?"

Upon hearing Garrett's question, the driver gathered his thoughts and replied, "Yes, I'm still on vacation, but there's not much time left."

"Our people can only find out that he has been staying at home these past few days and rarely goes out, but we don't know anything more."

“He’s too vigilant. He’ll notice anyone who gets close to him very quickly. Last time, there was even someone he almost killed.”

As he said this, a hint of bitterness crept into the driver's voice.

Garrett's decision to send them to monitor Holm was absurd; it was a classic case of gods fighting and they getting hurt.

They had no choice but to disobey Garrett's orders, but Holm's overwhelming strength meant they couldn't gain any advantage.

If they want to keep a good watch, they have to get closer, but if they get closer, Holm will find out.

If they are discovered, it would be fine if Holm could shake them off and make them lose sight of their target. What's worse is if Holm treats them as enemies and kills them before they even have a chance to explain.

Upon hearing the driver's reply, Garrett didn't say anything, but simply nodded slightly.

He was well aware of what the driver had said, but he wasn't surprised. After all, Holm's strength was undeniable; it would be abnormal if he couldn't detect their surveillance.

This situation proves that there is nothing unusual over there. If Holm suddenly had these people monitor the area more closely, he would suspect that they were up to something.

As Garrett's thoughts raced, the car quickly drove out of the city and arrived at a villa in the suburbs.

As the guards at the gate slowly opened the iron gate, Garrett's specially made bulletproof car drove through and slowly stopped in front of the villa.

This is his residence, and also the place where his security forces are most concentrated.

As a veteran agent who has worked for many years, it is quite normal for him to have such equipment.

Like Holm, he was a double agent hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. In his youth, his work focused on S.H.I.E.L.D., but due to his limited abilities, he could only ever reach the rank of Level 8 Agent over the years and could not be promoted any higher.

He has gradually faded out of his work at S.H.I.E.L.D. and focused his attention on Hydra, hoping to climb the ranks and enter the core management based on his past achievements.

So far, his plan has been successful. He is now only one step away from being promoted to the core management of Hydra and will soon be promoted by Pierce.

After entering the villa, Garrett, as usual, went to his lounge, comfortably lay on a deck chair, lit a cigar, and drank wine while exhaling smoke.

Tonight should have been no different from any other night, but for some reason, Garrett had a bad feeling after smoking only half of his cigar.

Feeling this sudden unease, Garrett fumbled for the crystal-clear wine glass, downed the amber liquid inside in one gulp, and then picked up the phone on the table to make a call.

This is the telephone line inside his villa. Normally, he only needs to pick it up and someone will answer within two seconds, but today the call didn't connect until the busy tone sounded and the line automatically disconnected.

Having come this far, Garrett knew something was amiss, so he put down his cigar, opened a drawer, and took out the pistol inside.

These two pistols were his usual partners, and he had kept them in very good condition over the years. He hadn't used them for a long time, but he never expected that they would come in handy tonight.

He gripped his pistol tightly as he slowly walked to the door of the lounge, then pressed his ear against it, listening for any sounds that might come from outside, trying to assess the situation.

But strangely, there was no sound outside the door; the silence was so profound it was eerie.

Given how large the villa is, and the guards he arranged to patrol it from time to time, how could there be absolutely no sound?

Thinking of this, he slowly pushed open the door, first sticking out his pistol, and then slowly observing the situation outside.

The large living room outside the lounge was completely dark. Even the exquisite chandelier that was usually on was now dark. Only the light from the lounge's light shining through the crack in the door and the moonlight streaming through the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows provided a sliver of light outside.

With the help of this light, he gradually saw the situation in the living room.