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

Then Venom manipulated its tentacles to firmly fix Iron Monger's arms to the ground, making Obadiah unable to move an inch no matter what he did.

In this way, the steel behemoth was forced to reveal its most vulnerable side to Holm, just like a lamb to the slaughter.

Holm, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He reached out with both hands, tearing the steel armor blocking Obadiah's way to shreds with one hand and grabbing Obadiah by the neck with the other, pulling him out of the Iron Monger and throwing him onto the scorched ground beside him like trash.

Without his powerful steel armor, Obadiah was now just an ordinary disabled old man.

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"He's half-blind, completely deaf, and severely burned all over his body. Although he can still breathe, he probably won't live much longer." Holm said to Coulson, who had come up to him, as Obadiah lay on the ground howling and rolling around like a madman.

Upon hearing this, Coulson looked at Obadiah and shook his head, saying, "Even if he doesn't die now, he definitely won't live much longer. The things he's carrying are enough to make him die ten times over."

"Should I go and save face for him?" Holm asked Coulson.

Anyway, Obadiah's criminal evidence is irrefutable, and things are already like this, so if Holm helps him get off the road, it will be a way of giving him a quick death.

After all, the pain of burns is very difficult to endure, and the reason why Obadaya is rolling on the ground now is probably because of the severity of his skin burns.

“No need.” Coulson shook his head. “There’s no need to make him suffer. Let him feel the pain for a while longer, to atone for the agents who died because of him.”

Hearing Coulson's words, Holm nodded without saying anything more. Today's operation was indeed quite significant, and many agents had been injured or killed in the recent battle with Obadiah.

And so, as time passed, Obadiah's breath grew weaker and weaker, and his wails gradually turned into faint gasps.

"You handle this for a bit, I'll go arrange other things." Coulson glanced at Obadiah on the ground and Tony, who was still wearing Marco 2 not far away, and said to Holm beside him.

Holm followed his gaze and nodded slightly.

Today's commotion was quite significant; the entire city of New York should have heard it. Therefore, Coulson had to contact headquarters and find a suitable reason with the authorities to cover up what had happened here.

As Coulson's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Holm walked over to Tony, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "If you need, you can handle his body after he dies."

Hearing Holm's words, Tony looked at Obadiah, whose aura was gradually weakening, and nodded with a complicated expression.

He originally thought that after this incident, he would hate this damned old man to the extreme, but just now, seeing the other man howling and screaming on the ground, he did not feel as happy as he had imagined. Instead, he felt a deep sadness and helplessness.

As his thoughts raced, Obadiah, lying on the ground, finally breathed his last and closed his eyes forever.

Holm didn't say anything when he saw this, he just patted Tony on the shoulder again, and then walked away.

The mission is over, and he should go find Daisy to work together on the mission report.

Whether it was the original intelligence gathering mission or the later emergency rescue of Tony Stark, they all performed exceptionally well, each with their own outstanding performance, and no one could find fault with any of them.

If they can maintain this momentum, their future prospects are naturally bright.

After Holm left, Tony remained standing there, staring blankly at Obadaia's body, lost in thought.

Tony didn't come to his senses until Pepper found him and called his name several times.

"Are you hurt? Should we go to the hospital...?" Pepper asked, looking at Tony's gloomy expression.

She had noticed Obadiah's body and could roughly understand Tony's feelings, which is why she quickly came over to talk to him.

But before she could finish her question, Tony suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Pepper was taken aback by Tony's sudden hug, but hearing his warm breath and sensing his emotions, she didn't say anything, but simply put her arms around his neck.

"Pepper, I'm a little hungry. I want a cheeseburger," Tony said, his voice a little muffled.

Hearing his words, Pepper nodded and replied softly, "I'll have Happy drive over right now, and we'll go to your usual store together."

“Okay.” Tony nodded, then let go of Pepper and walked outside with her.

......

"I'm sorry, I know my question is presumptuous, but could you please tell us where we are going and what we did wrong?" the bald scientist, wearing a black hood, asked in a slightly trembling voice.

Beside him were several researchers who had also climbed out of the ventilation ducts; they were all wearing black hoods and sitting awkwardly in a van that was heading somewhere unknown.

The bald scientist's questions went unanswered. Although there were certainly more than just them on the bus, no one answered their questions or paid them any attention.

The van continued driving at a leisurely pace, sometimes bumpy, sometimes very smooth.

After an unknown amount of time, the van slowly came to a stop, and someone finally opened the door and said to them, "Follow the rope in your hand, and follow the people in front of you. Get out of the van one by one and walk forward. I will tell you exactly when to stop. Don't ask any more questions. You will know what you need to know in a while."

As the person in front of them finished speaking, the bald scientist and his companion felt a slight pull on the ropes binding their wrists.

Wearing hoods, they slowly groped their way out of the van, following the direction the rope was pulling them, and then continued walking forward.

After walking for half an hour, the bald scientist, whose calves were starting to feel weak, raised his hand to ask how much longer it would take to get there.

"that..."

"Crack!"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the crisp sound of a bullet being chambered.

Upon hearing this voice, the bald scientist shuddered, then quickly shut his mouth, swallowing back all the questions he wanted to ask.

His companions also heard the sound, so they shut their mouths tightly and dared not ask any more questions.

They walked for another half hour, and then, following the instructions of the guide, they finally stopped and had the black hoods removed from their heads one by one.

After the hoods were removed, bright lights immediately came into view, causing their eyes to sting slightly.

After their eyesight gradually adjusted to the lights, they realized that they had entered a huge research institute.

Not far from them, in front of a large gate, stood a middle-aged man with a serious face, meticulously groomed hair, and an air of authority. He looked at them and said in a deep voice, "Welcome to Hydra."

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It was another sunny afternoon in Brooklyn, New York. Holm was sitting in the outdoor garden of a café, leisurely enjoying a slice of tiramisu.

Across from him, Gwen was holding a cup of coffee, sipping it with her eyes half-closed as she spoke to him.

"At the Stark Industries press conference this morning, Tony Stark actually announced that he is the Iron Man who appeared at the terrorist camp a few days ago..."

"To be honest, even though you had told me before, I was still a little surprised to see him admit it during the live stream."

"I also heard other students sitting next to me expressing their surprise. They found it hard to believe that Tony Stark, the notorious playboy, was the masked hero who fought terrorists."

"I overheard them discussing who Iron Man would be. Some said it was a civilian scientist, others said it was a military general or commander, and even theories about a Hollywood star or an alien had some traction. But nobody guessed it would be Tony Stark..."

Gwen laughed as she spoke, seemingly recalling the shock and disbelief on the faces of her classmates after seeing the news.

Upon hearing this, Holm put the last bite of tiramisu into his mouth, then leaned back in his chair, took a sip of coffee, and said, "It's no wonder they're surprised. After all, for the general public, Tony Stark's most prominent label is that of a playboy."

"There used to be arms dealers or billionaires, but after he said he was going to shut down Stark Industries' arms division, those two were replaced by brainless, crazy rich people."

It has been more than a week since the last mission to deal with Obadiah, and during this time, the Stark Group has dominated the front page of major newspapers every day.

From the news of Obadiah's death to the announcement of the Arc Reactor project, to Iron Man's frequent actions and Tony Stark's admission that he is Iron Man.

In just over a week, a major news story has been breaking every few days, and all of these major news stories are related to Stark Industries.

Seeing this series of actions, Holm couldn't help but admire Tony Stark's ability to stir up trouble.

As far as he knew, Coulson had prepared press releases for each of these matters to help him smoothly transition through the period and answer media questions.

Whether he was deliberately going against Coulson or not, he would agree to everything each time, but once he was on stage, he would throw the press release aside and improvise, creating one big news story after another.

Although Coulson always wore a formulaic smile and didn't say much, Holm and Daisy both noticed that Coulson had been coming to the base and entering the training room much more frequently during this period.

Every time he went in, he brought a dozen headshots of Tony Stark with him, and every time he came out, the trash can would be filled with many crumpled and unrecognizable photograph fragments.

Based on these signs, Holm has reason to believe that Coulson has reached his limit of patience with Tony Stark. For the usually mild-mannered Coulson to become like this, it must be said that Tony Stark's ability to infuriate people is truly extraordinary.

When I watched Holm in the movie before, I just found him amusing. After all, although he was a bit sarcastic, he did add a lot of fun to the movie.

But after witnessing all of this in reality, Holm could only say that if Tony Stark hadn't been born into the Stark family and hadn't been known as a genius, he estimated that Tony Stark wouldn't have lived to be this old; it would be a miracle that he had even grown up.

While Holm was lost in thought after finishing speaking, Gwen turned on her computer and happily reported to Holm, "However, it is precisely because of Tony Stark's recent series of actions that the Stark Group's stock price has increased many times over."

"Their stock price has now broken through the historical high and is still on an upward trend... I expect it to continue for a while longer before stabilizing or slightly declining. You can decide whether to sell the stock and cash out after a while or continue to hold it."

Gwen's words also pulled Holm back from his chaotic thoughts.

He pondered Gwen's words, then looked into her intelligent blue eyes and suddenly had a good idea.

“Gwen, I remember you told me you really enjoy scientific research, right? And you have a lot of your own ideas,” Holm asked, looking at Gwen.

Hearing Holm's question and seeing his intense gaze, Gwen unconsciously sat up straight, gripped her coffee cup tighter, and said, "Yes, that's true, but what does that have to do with what I was just saying? Weren't we talking about whether you should cash out your stocks..."

“It’s related, very related,” Holm suddenly said, sitting up straight.

“I should be able to make a lot of money this time, but apart from my usual expenses, I don’t have any other expenses. So I thought I’d start a tech company, so that I’ll have somewhere to put my money, and you can also monetize some of your ideas!”

Hearing Holm's sudden idea and seeing his serious expression, Gwen felt her mind go blank.

After confirming that she hadn't misheard, she said in disbelief.

"Huh? What?!"

"You...I...Are you sure? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"I do have some ideas, but I don't know if I can actually produce them and monetize them..."

"And this is a lot of money. With this money, you'll basically be set for life. Are you sure you want to take this risk?"

“I…I…I feel like I might not be worthy of your trust and investment, this…this is too risky.”

Gwen spoke incoherently, her mind and heart in turmoil, completely at a loss for what to do.

She had indeed dreamed of one day starting her own company and realizing all the ideas in her head, just like the Stark Group is now.

But she never imagined that day would come so soon, and the main funding came from Holm.

Although Holm's trust and ideas touched and moved her, that's precisely why she couldn't easily agree to it, since it was no small sum of money.

“I think… we shouldn’t take too much of a risk…” Just as Gwen gently shook her head, preparing to advise Holm to be more rational and not spend the money on this, she suddenly felt a pair of warm, large hands tightly grasp hers.

This action caused Gwen's already chaotic mind to explode as if a bomb had been thrown at her, and two faint blushes instantly rose on her face.

"This...I...!" Gwen looked up in astonishment, stammering and unsure of what to say.

Holm didn't pay attention to Gwen's unusual behavior; his mind was now filled with the growing number of ideas that had just popped into his head.

He looked into Gwen's eyes with a gleam in them, then said excitedly, "Let me invest in you!"

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