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

"I've really had enough of your disgusting appearance, and I've had enough of it."

When Grant Ward heard Holm say those words to him with a mocking expression, his first reaction wasn't anger, but rather disbelief at his ears.

As Holm's "instructor" and "guide," he knew his student better than anyone else.

He knew that Holm was cowardly at heart, so he used harsh methods to leave a deep impression on Holm, so that Holm would never dare to resist him for the rest of his life, and would even have an involuntary physical reaction whenever he saw him.

Chapter 54, Only I Can Kill You

Based on past experience, his ideas were successfully implemented in Holm.

Every time they met, Holm would tremble slightly with fear and a forced composure, suppressing his stress response. Holm thoroughly enjoyed it.

Like admiring a work of art he created himself, Holm is a piece that he finds endlessly fascinating.

But today, this tool who had never dared to disobey him in the past dared to speak to him in such an attitude and even mock him, which was simply unbelievable to him.

"How dare you speak to me like that? It seems you've forgotten all my teachings." Grant Ward's narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light, his tone icy and authoritative.

Even though the current situation was extremely bizarre and incomprehensible to him, he still could not ignore the change in Holm's attitude towards him.

The fact that a servant-like being dared to offend his authority made Grant Ward even more annoyed and furious.

"Kneel down!" Grant Ward commanded in a cold, stern voice.

Faced with his stern rebuke, Holm merely raised his head slightly, his eyes equally cold and mocking, as if he had not heard Grant Ward's words.

“I said! Kneel down!” Grant Ward said, taking a few steps forward, his gun still pointed at Holm. His anger was barely contained, and he was even a little impatient.

Despite the pistol that was almost pressed against his chest, Holm remained in the same position without making any move.

However, after pausing for two seconds, he slowly raised his hand and gripped Grant Ward's wrist tightly.

Then, under Grant Ward's ugly and angry gaze, he raised the other man's right hand holding the gun upwards and then deliberately pressed his forehead against the cold muzzle of the gun.

“Hey, this is the spot where you can kill quickly with one shot. Didn’t you teach me that? How come you’ve forgotten it now?” Holm said with a normal smile, as if the gun wasn’t pointed at his head.

“You think I wouldn’t dare to shoot? You think I don’t know you’re bluffing?” Grant Ward said, pressing the muzzle of his gun hard against Holm’s forehead.

“You’ve really reminded me of something. I’ve taught you a lot before, including your current bluffing.”

“I’ve already mastered these things, so don’t try to fool me with these shoddy dosages.”

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do? And what are you doing right now?"

The situation was complicated and bizarre. Grant Ward suddenly calmed down and realized that he had almost been fooled by Holm.

Holm did not answer Grant Ward's question; he just looked at him with some disappointment, as if he regretted not being shot earlier.

"Unfortunately, you just missed a great opportunity."

“What opportunity?” Grant Ward didn’t understand what Holm was talking about.

"A chance to live," Holm said calmly, looking at him.

"Ha! Don't joke around... Ugh!" Grant Ward's words were abruptly cut off as a black tentacle tightly constricted his mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

In addition, several pitch-black tentacles wrapped around his body, firmly binding him and rendering him unable to move.

Even his hands were covered in countless tiny tentacles that pierced his palms, controlling his fingers and preventing him from even making small movements like pulling the trigger.

"I told you, if you didn't seize the opportunity just now, you won't have another chance later." Seeing the rare look of shock and fear filling Grant Ward's eyes, Holm continued softly.

At the same time, with a crisp snap, Grant Ward's arm holding the gun was instantly twisted into a pretzel by the black tentacles clinging to it.

The pistol he was gripping fell to the ground after the tiny tentacles twisted off his fingers.

Pain! Intense pain!

Unlike a normal broken bone, these black tentacles pierced into his flesh, teasing his nerves and amplifying the already unbearable pain a hundredfold.

Despite suffering such intense pain, Grant Ward was unable to utter a sound; his face was contorted and his eyes were bulging.

"If you had fired just now, even if it wouldn't have killed me, at least the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents monitoring you would have noticed something was wrong."

“But the opportunity has passed. You will not make a sound again. I will let you die in extreme pain and silence,” Holm said softly, looking at the agonizing Grant Ward.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Grant Ward by the neck.

This was a gesture Grant Ward used to put pressure on Holm; when he placed his hand on Holm's neck, Holm's body would tremble even more violently.

He used to enjoy feeling Holm's fear of him like this, but he never expected that the roles would be reversed today.

"Isn't it strange that S.H.I.E.L.D. would suddenly start monitoring you?"

“That’s because I leaked part of what you did,” Holm continued, gripping Grant Ward’s neck.

“Nathan Landis not only put a copy in his own stomach, but he also left a backup in other places.”

"So I gave you what was inside his belly, and kept the backup for myself."

"To keep me around longer before you kill me, I practiced in front of the mirror for a long time. How was it? My report back then was pretty good, I didn't give anything away, did I?"

“I read that document, it was very interesting, so I categorized it and then leaked it.”

"And it wasn't just S.H.I.E.L.D., I also exposed Hydra. It was just a matter of time."

"After all, we all know what Hydra does. Although I want them to know those things, I don't want them to kill you first."

"There can only be one person who kills you, and that is me."

Listening to Holm's series of piercing words, Grant Ward felt both pain and frustration, anger and helplessness.

If he had known this would happen, he should have killed Holm immediately after the Nathan Landis incident was over, instead of trying to use Holm to his fullest potential before silencing him.

He never imagined that Holm, who had seemed so timid when they last met, would have such a true nature.

"Since you enjoy making people kneel down so much, you must have a deep understanding of this subject. So kneel down and show me now."

The words that rang out again interrupted Grant Ward's thoughts. As Holm spoke, the hand on his neck began to tighten.

"thump!"

Finally, Grant Ward was forced down by the immense force from Holm's hand, and he knelt down in an awkward and disheveled position.

Chapter 55, He's Waiting for You in Hell

"Your posture is a bit awkward; you're nowhere near as good as Nas Landis in that respect," Holm commented, looking at Grant Ward's posture.

Hearing his words, Grant Ward knelt on the ground while trying to raise his head, his fierce eyes looking as if he wanted to devour Holm alive.

Holm ignored his gaze, waved his hand to pull Grant Ward forward, then sat down on the sofa and continued looking at him, saying, "Now, whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D. or Hydra, you are a traitor with irrefutable evidence."

"And I even bought you plane tickets to Mexico, Brazil, Tanzania, and so on, so that even if you die, they will think you are still alive, just that you have fled abroad."

Hearing Holm's instructions, Grant Ward's eyes widened, and he struggled even more vigorously.

He felt an overwhelming familiarity with these arrangements, as they were exactly the same methods he had used to deal with Nathan Landis.

Nathan Landis did indeed escape, but he was destined to die at Holm's hands, and from then on, he would only exist on the wanted poster.

"Familiar, isn't it? I knew you could recognize it. Don't worry, I'll make good use of your death and squeeze every last bit of value out of you."

“I will take your place and use your corpse to climb higher in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.”

As Holm spoke, he stood up, a thick, black liquid surging around him, completely enveloping him.

In Grant Ward's horrified gaze, Holm transformed into a hideous and terrifying monster in an instant.

The tentacles wrapped around him slowly pulled him in front of the monster, and the monster stretched out its large hand and grabbed his neck instead of the tentacles.

He stared at the monster's long, pale, terrifying eyes, its hideous, sharp mouth and teeth, and its scarlet tongue that swayed back and forth in front of him like a small snake.

At this moment, Grant Ward finally understood what it meant to tremble uncontrollably.

Just as he was trembling uncontrollably, half of the monster's face suddenly receded, revealing half of Holm's face.

Holm looked at the trembling Grant Ward, then pulled him close as if remembering something and said, "Oh, right, Nathan Landis asked me to pass on a message to you before he died."

"He will be waiting for you in hell."

After he finished speaking, a sticky liquid covered Holm's cheeks.

Then, to Grant Ward's horrified gaze, Venom opened its mouth wide and excitedly bit off his head.

The unique aroma of the "snack" made Venom feel like it was floating on air. After thinking about it for so long, it finally got to take a bite.

Before Grant Ward's blood could gush out, Venom quickly stuffed the rest of his body into its mouth.

To ensure that no trace was left behind, Holm had instructed Venom to eat cleanly before Venom made its move.

Venom had no objection to this, since besides the head, it was also very interested in the liver, pancreas, and heart, since they were all converted into pure energy anyway.

A few minutes later, the viscous black liquid receded, and the venom returned to Holm's body.

"Are you satisfied now? I told you there would be a chance." Holm said to Venom in his mind as he cleaned and checked everything related to him in the room.

Venom, now completely satisfied, remained inside Holm's body, chuckling as he replied, "Hehehe, I knew you wouldn't lie to me, but I wonder when the next time will be."

Hearing that Venom had just finished eating and was already thinking about when the next meal would be, Holm shook his head and smiled helplessly, "I can't guarantee exactly when; it depends on the situation. But it shouldn't keep you waiting too long."

Although Holm's answer was conservative, Venom was still very happy because Holm always kept his promises.

It had just gnawed off a head and was still savoring the taste of the "snack," so it knew that such an opportunity was unlikely to come again in the short term.

However, compared to having none at all, it would be great to have one after a while. Venom is quite satisfied with the present.

After checking and cleaning up all traces in the room, Holm returned to the doorway.

He stood in front of the mirror on the porch, looking at himself in the mirror. Then, with a thought, venom covered his clothes, transforming them into the same style and color as Grant Ward's.

"The clothes are the same, but there are still some differences in body shape." Holm continued to communicate with Venom while observing.

"His shoulders need to be a little wider, and he needs to be a bit more muscular..."

After further adjustments to the details, Holm was now exactly the same as Grant Ward, except for his appearance.

"Not bad, I didn't expect your memory to be so clear, it's like a printed photograph." Holm praised Venom, looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

During the transformation, in addition to his own memories, Venom also pointed out some subtle details that were not easily noticed.

Hearing Holm's praise, Venom poked its head out from his shoulder and boasted smugly, "Of course, I'm a symbiote!"

"To me, everything I've seen is like it's been recorded on a video camera, and I can rewind or pause it at any time."