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

Faced with Holm's question, Venom simply shook his head, saying with an expression that Holm wouldn't understand, "It's not about being hungry or not; I'm here to experience the pleasure that delicious food brings me."

Fine, fine, you experience pleasure, but it's my wallet that suffers.

Looking at the still-noisy Venom, Holm mentally deducted two chocolates from its name.

Just then, Holm also felt a faint gaze watching him.

He subtly raised his head and glanced at the scene, only to find a beautiful woman with long, dark red hair sitting next to the bar, smiling at him without any attempt to hide it.

Seeing this, Holm looked at the other person with composure and nodded with a smile.

Seeing his response, the red-haired woman raised her glass in a toast from afar, then drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

Faced with such a generous gesture, Holm could only helplessly pick up his water glass and drink it all in one gulp, since his wine hadn't been served yet.

While he responded to the other party calmly and flawlessly, the information about this red-haired woman had already appeared in his mind.

"Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow, is a Level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., one of Nick Fury's top agents, and his right-hand woman..."

If he were Holm Clint, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he wouldn't recognize this top agent with whom he had no prior contact.

But as a Hydra agent, Viper, he had already obtained detailed information about her, including her appearance.

Even though he had now recognized the other party's identity, he still couldn't show it and could only remain secretly vigilant.

Just then, Holm's food, which he had just ordered, was served.

So he lowered his head and ate his meal while pondering in his mind why he had run into the other person here.

Were they here to spy on him?

However, the previous investigation phase should have already passed, and he completed the first trial mission after reaching level 7 very well.

Moreover, he had just walked into the restaurant on his own initiative, and Natasha Romanov was already in the restaurant before he arrived.

Is it really just a coincidence? But this is too much of a coincidence.

As a seasoned veteran agent, Holm found it hard to believe in coincidences.

At this moment, not only was Holm wondering to himself, but Natasha, sitting next to the bar, was also astonished by this coincidence.

Although Nick Fury did give her a secret mission, instructing her to secretly observe Holm Clint after joining the special team, and to conduct more detailed screening and observation.

However, she is currently on vacation, and the task has not yet begun.

She was here simply because she used to frequent this shop, and now that she was on vacation, she took the opportunity to come and relax with a drink.

Unexpectedly, we encountered the main target of our next covert mission here.

Judging from Holm's expression, he probably didn't recognize her, but that's normal, since she rarely appears in S.H.I.E.L.D. and has limited contact with people, usually carrying out secret missions.

Thinking about all this, Natasha picked up her glass again and drank the wine that had just been refilled in one gulp.

She rarely takes time off, so when she does, she doesn't want to think about work-related things.

However, seeing Holm's face and physique, which were even more convincing than in the photos and documents, she decided to make an exception and take advantage of this leave to make initial contact with the mission target and future teammates.

Thinking of this, Natasha's rosy lips curved into a smile, and she carried a bottle of wine and two glasses filled with large ice cubes toward where Holm was.

Chapter 71, is it a test?

The black bodycon dress accentuated her shapely figure, perfectly showcasing her sexiness, charm, and mature elegance.

Add to that her long, dark red hair that shimmered strangely under the lights, and her delicate, bright red lips, and when she smiled, almost everyone in the bar focused their attention on her.

Holm, who was looking down, also noticed out of the corner of his eye that the seat opposite him had been pulled out, and at the same time he noticed several envious and jealous glances falling on him from time to time.

It seems the men in the tavern were all envious of his good fortune in having such a charming beauty come to him.

To an unsuspecting person, this would seem like a romantic encounter that had been offered to him, but in Holm's mind, he only sensed a terrifying Black Widow approaching him, and he had to raise his vigilance to the highest level to avoid being caught off guard and killed.

“This lady…” Holm looked up, somewhat surprised, at Natasha who had sat down opposite him.

Natasha, on the other hand, casually placed her glass on the table and poured the drink into it, saying, "What? Is this the first time you've been hit on?"

"You're already at a bar, how can you just drink alone and be all alone?"

As Natasha spoke, she raised her glass, her alluring eyes seemingly hooked and captivating, leaving Holm in awe.

A rich, mature fragrance enveloped Holm as Natasha moved.

Holm, drawn by the alluring aroma, picked up his glass.

He couldn't understand why Natasha was here today, nor did he quite understand why she wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

But now the other party has closed in on him, and he has no time to rationally analyze or consider whether he has disclosed anything.

Faced with the current situation, the best approach is to proceed cautiously and steadily, remaining steadfast in the face of change, discerning her intentions from her reactions and words, and then responding accordingly.

In that fleeting moment of thought, Holm's glass clinked with Natasha's.

A captivating smile appeared on his lips, and he met Natasha's gaze with a soft laugh, saying, "While this isn't the first time I've been approached, it's the first time I've met such a beautiful lady as you."

The amber-colored liquor shimmered with an unusual luster under the bar lights, while crystal-clear ice cubes rolled around in the glass, making a crisp sound.

Holm and Natasha exchanged a captivating glance, and then, as if on cue, they raised their glasses together, laughing softly as they downed them in one gulp.

After being stained with the wine, Natasha's lips appeared even more delicate and rosy.

It seemed that she had drunk quite a bit of alcohol beforehand, so her face was flushed with the effects of the alcohol, which added to her charm.

Her long, slender legs were crossed, and the tight-fitting bodycon skirt made them appear even whiter and smoother, which made people's imaginations run wild.

With this glass of wine setting the mood and setting the tone, things went much more smoothly afterward.

They chatted and drank as they went, and as the wine in the bottle dwindled, the atmosphere between them grew warmer.

The other men in the bar watched Home and Natasha chatting happily, feeling both envious and jealous.

Especially when Natasha laughed heartily at Holm's humorous jokes, and smiled like a fragrant rose, then gently patted Holm's arm for contact, the men's hands holding glasses and bottles hardened considerably.

They all thought Holm was truly enviable. At the same time, they also felt that although Holm was indeed handsome and had a good physique, they were not much worse off than him, so why hadn't he won the favor of the beauty?

Holm was unaware of and didn't care about what these men thought. Although he seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with Natasha, and the atmosphere between them was gradually warming up, his doubts were growing stronger.

He was fully prepared, on high alert, ready to counter any move and have a thrilling showdown with Natasha.

However, after their conversation, Holm realized that although Natasha's words contained some hooks and often carried a sense of probing, they were not aimed at his identity as a secret agent. Instead, they seemed more like push-and-pull tactics between a man and a woman.

Perhaps he was overthinking things; it was indeed a coincidence that he met the famous Natasha Romanov today.

The other party's communication and probing so far were not because of any hidden mission, but simply because they wanted to sleep with him.

Looking at Natasha's delicate, rosy lips, her slightly flushed face, and her eyes that were so full of spring water they could almost drip with moisture, Holm felt more and more that this somewhat absurd idea was indeed true.

But the thought that the other party was a famous and beautiful special agent, and that countless people had fallen for her alluring appearance, made Holm even more afraid that this was a disguise he hadn't seen through, and he still dared not relax.

After a moment of reflection, Holm decided to intensify his efforts and add fuel to the fire of this ambiguous atmosphere to see what was really going on.

He looked into Natasha's eyes and, as if he had a secret to ask, leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How did you do that?"

Holm's warm breath carried a hint of the mellow aroma of wine, instantly sending a tingling sensation through Natasha's ears and making her body feel sensitive.

Although it felt strange, Holm's question left her somewhat puzzled, unsure of its meaning.

Seeing Natasha's slightly puzzled look, Holm smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "So beautiful, so alluring."

The teasing words intensified the tingling sensation in Natasha's ears.

After Holm finished speaking, he didn't leave her side immediately. Instead, he brushed his lips against her slightly flushed cheek and slowly moved his face from her side to in front of her.

At such close range, they could see each other's eyelashes and lips, smell each other's scent, and feel each other's breath.

For people of the same sex to reach this distance, it's either because they're fighting or kissing.

The only way for opposite sexes to reach this distance is through kissing, and as long as nothing unexpected happens next, more options will be unlocked after kissing.

So, with Natasha's eyes sparkling with desire and even hints of encouragement in her gaze, Holm kissed her soft, moist lips directly.

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Chapter 72, The Missing Tony Stark

Bright sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, providing the only light in the dim room. On the spacious bed, Holm slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

The gentle, passionate beauty was no longer under the sheets beside him; only the lingering fragrance and other unique scents proved that last night's intimacy was not a dream.

Looking at the traces left in the room, Holm shook his head, stood up, and drew back the heavy curtains to let the sunlight into the room.

Everything that happened last night proved that his worries were unnecessary. Not only was yesterday's encounter coincidental, but the subsequent developments were also very simple, so simple that it was just a physical relationship.

To be honest, yesterday's experience was really good, and Holm was able to vent all the worries he had been accumulating recently.

It's just a matter of whether his body can handle it. After all, his physique is different now than before. Even if Natasha is a top-notch agent, she can't compare to him.

As Holm sorted out his thoughts, he went into the bathroom to wash up. As the steam increased and the temperature rose, the handprints and other marks on the bathroom mirror and glass reappeared.

Holm wiped the moisture and marks off the mirror, looked at his wet hair, and used a hairdryer to dry it again.

When he finished tidying up and went back into the room, he found a card on the table, which was also one of the battlefields.

There was no other text on the photo, only a phone number and a bright red lip print.

Just looking at that lip print brought back memories of last night's springtime encounter, Natasha's alluring body, and her seductive breaths.

It seems that his performance yesterday satisfied Agent Romanov.

As Holm thought about it, a viscous black liquid seeped from his hands, and he tore the card into pieces that were almost impossible to piece back together.

He then packed his things, grabbed his phone, and left the hotel.

He originally wanted to pay at the front desk, but was told that the lady in front of him had already paid, so he took the money to the convenience store and bought a lot of chocolate for Venom.

I didn't go home last night, which made Venom hungry, but surprisingly, Venom didn't say anything, which surprised Holm.

While munching on chocolate, Venom wouldn't tell Holm that she had secretly tasted the surging sweet hormones the night before and was in a very good mood, which was why she had no objections.

Watching Venom happily eat chocolate, Holm felt a little hungry. After all, he had worked hard all night and his energy was long gone.

Thinking of this, he prepared to turn around and go back into the convenience store to buy himself some food, but as soon as he entered, his attention was drawn to the news broadcast on the convenience store's TV.

"Tony Tucker is missing. Is the Iron Man storyline finally beginning?" Holm thought to himself as he watched the news anchor on TV reporting on the topic.

Thinking about it carefully, there really hasn't been any news about Tony Stark these past few days, which is quite unusual for a playboy who's always trending on social media.