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

These unfortunate bank guards didn't even know who their enemies were before they were knocked unconscious.

When the gunfire stopped, the large pile of sand also stopped surging. Then, in the very center, a clump of sand gradually piled up and rose, coalescing into the shape of a burly man with a buzz cut.

The man was wearing a green striped t-shirt and brown jeans. He looked very ordinary, but his expression was very cold and his eyes were frighteningly indifferent.

If it weren't for the two large bags of cash he was carrying, he wouldn't look like a robber at all, but rather a cold-blooded murderer.

He glanced at the bank guards he had knocked into the surrounding shop windows, patted the two bags of money he was carrying, and then turned and walked into the alley next to him.

But before he could take more than a few steps, the wailing of police sirens grew closer and closer, and more than a dozen police cars drove up from both sides of the road and surrounded him.

"Don't move! Hands up! Hands behind your head!" George Stacy shouted, aiming his pistol at the man not far away.

Beside him, his colleagues also held their pistols at the man to prevent him from making any rash moves.

Upon hearing this, the man slowly turned around, but instead of raising his hands to cover his head as George Stacy had suggested, he remained expressionless, even showing a hint of anger.

When the man turned around, George Stacy suddenly realized that his face looked somewhat familiar. In an instant, a wanted fugitive appeared in his mind.

“William Baker?! Hands up and don’t move!” George Stacy shouted.

After his shouting, his colleagues remembered the information about the man in front of them.

This man was named William Baker, a petty thug with a criminal record that was almost as thick as a book.

He was imprisoned for robbery some time ago, but recently he escaped from prison using some unknown method.

His arrest warrant has now been synchronized to the entire police system, so any police officer who works diligently can recognize him at a glance.

“William Baker! I know you’re not a born bad guy! Your previous robbery was also to pay for your child’s medical treatment.”

"But this method is wrong. Whether it's robbing passersby before or robbing a bank now, it's all illegal!"

George Stacy knew a little about William Baker, including some things about him and the details of his last robbery.

He felt sorry for the man, which is why he wanted to persuade him to surrender so that he wouldn't be riddled with bullets by his colleagues if he did anything wrong.

"Think about your wife and children! This will only push you further away from them! You might never see them again in this lifetime..."

"Shut up!" Before George Stacy could finish speaking, William Baker interrupted him with a loud shout.

"What do you know?! What right do you have to mention my child?!"

"I'll never see her again! Because we didn't have the money for treatment, she died in the hospital!"

As he spoke, William Baker's expression became increasingly contorted and pained. He gripped the money pouches tightly in his hands, holding them to his chest as he spoke in a low voice.

"Just because I don't have money, my angel is leaving me... I had already saved up that money, but you all took it away from me!"

"Why can't I use that money first? I clearly said I would pay them back..."

"I will give them my life or my organs, but why won't you give me that chance? Why!"

As his voice grew louder and his tone became more and more agitated, the gravel scattered on the surrounding streets began to move.

Watching this scene, George Stacy gritted her teeth, wishing she could slap herself.

I knew he shouldn't have brought up those things or said those things.

He had no idea that such a change would occur after the other party was arrested. It seems that the money he left for that child ultimately did not help them at all, which is a real pity.

Despite this, he didn't think he had done anything wrong. William Baker did raise the money, but it was money he had robbed.

He stole the elderly's pensions and the young people's savings, which were their hopes. He couldn't deprive others of their hopes just because of his own predicament.

"If only I had this ability sooner, my little angel wouldn't have died in that hospital bed..."

“I cannot forgive myself for not letting her live happily, but I also cannot forgive you for taking away her hope of living.”

As William Baker spoke, the expression on his face became even more somber and distorted.

The sand and gravel scattered on the street were now surging and gathering towards him.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding police officers also gripped their pistols tightly.

"boom!"

Suddenly, one of the policemen pulled the trigger and fired a bullet. This action broke the silence and prompted the surrounding policemen to pull their triggers as well, unleashing a hail of bullets at the increasingly bizarre William Baker.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Intense gunfire echoed through the streets as countless bullets whistled and pierced William Baker's body.

Strangely, the bullets did not cause him much harm; instead, they exploded into flowers made of sand after entering his body.

"Roar!"

Faced with the police's firepower, William Baker became even more enraged and gathered the surrounding sand, instantly transforming himself from a normal-sized man into a sand giant as tall as a three- or four-story building.

He swung his fist, which was as big as a van, and with a single punch, he overturned the police cars surrounding him, even pinning the police officers next to him to the wall.

In addition, scattered grains of sand formed small sandstorms in the air.

It not only obscured the area's visibility like a smoke bomb, but its violent force also knocked the surrounding police officers away, sending them crashing into walls or into nearby shop windows.

With just two simple attacks, a large number of the surrounding police officers were knocked down.

Chapter 110, Streets Filled with Yellow Sand

What kind of monster is this? And why has William Baker become like this? What happened in between?

George Stacy gripped the car door handle tightly to shield himself from the swirling sand, while a barrage of questions kept popping into his mind.

He had never seen anything so strange in his life: how could a person turn into sand and even control it?

"Roar!" The sand-formed head of William Baker roared once more.

At the same time, the intensity of the sandstorm has increased once again, and now the sand can even leave bloody marks on the face.

Damn it!

George Stacy was practically flying through the air; if he hadn't been holding onto the car door handle so tightly, he would have been swept away somewhere long ago.

But now, as the sandstorm intensifies, even the car he's holding is starting to sway, as if it's about to be swept up.

Just as he was feeling extremely anxious, he suddenly saw a police car streak through the air and hurtle straight toward William Baker, who was in the center of the sandstorm.

There seemed to be something still stuck to the car body, as if it had been thrown there by someone.

"This is spider silk?! Spider-Woman!" George Stacy immediately realized.

At the same time, the police car had already been smashed onto William Baker's head, and the statue made of dust collapsed with a crash.

As the statue was smashed, the intensity of the surrounding sandstorm decreased dramatically.

Several police officers, including George Stacy, who had just been floating in mid-air or had already left the ground, crashed to the ground.

"You pesky bastard! You want to experience my power too?!" William Baker roared as he once again conjured his body from sand.

This time he was clearly more serious, and his physical strength was much more solid than before.

He saw Spider-Woman clinging to the building next door, so he raised his fist, which was as big as a van, and slammed it forward.

But before he could throw his fist much, with the roar of the engine, a car suddenly took off and crashed into his fist.

Even more bizarrely, a viscous black liquid was surging on the front bumper of the car, constantly changing shape, sometimes turning into countless small spikes, and sometimes into a large cone.

"boom!"

The car, with a large, round spike protruding from its front and carrying immense kinetic energy, easily smashed William Baker's fist into a pile of sand.

Moreover, after shattering the fist, the car continued its momentum toward William Baker's head, piercing through his neck and smashing his newly formed body into a pile of sand.

"Sizzle!!!"

With a sickening screech of tires, the car crashed into William Baker and landed smoothly, then executed a perfectly executed turn on the spot.

The car had barely come to a stop when Holm opened the door, and the tentacles controlled by Venom opened the trunk, took out a rocket launcher, and handed it to Holm.

So, just a few seconds after the vehicle came to a stop, Holm had already taken the rocket launcher and aimed it once again at the gathering William Baker.

"Whoosh! Bang!"

Watching William Baker being blown to pieces once again, Holm, while changing his ammunition, said to Daisy in the co-pilot's seat, "Have you made any notes? Remember to send these to headquarters promptly so they can keep a record."

"Also, tell them to prepare for the aftermath; today's commotion was too big, and they'll be very busy."

“Received! I’ve sent everything to headquarters, and they replied that reinforcements have been arranged and will be here soon.” Daisy typed rapidly on her computer keyboard as she responded to Holm.

As for reinforcements, I doubt we'll need them. What we need more is how to capture and trap this guy, Holm thought to himself.

Although he didn't know why this sandman had appeared at this time, he did know something about the guy.

After all, he was a villain who played both good and evil in the Spider-Man movies, and the character was portrayed quite well.

If he remembered correctly, water should be considered a weakness of the Sandman, so as long as there is a lot of water, his offensive can be suppressed.

Although water can temporarily suppress him, he can still recover over time, so how to control him remains a problem.

While pondering this in his mind, Holm continued to bombard William Baker with rockets, making it impossible for his body to solidify as before.

This situation greatly annoyed William Baker, and his roars echoed through the streets.

However, after enduring so many hits, he knew he could no longer use the same offensive tactics as before.

He doesn't need to obsess over condensing into a giant; the yellow sand all over the street is part of his body. He should actually move around more flexibly.

After figuring this out, William Baker immediately changed his offensive tactics. The half of his body that he had painstakingly reassembled collapsed and scattered like sand on the road.

Seeing this, Holm immediately sensed something was wrong; he hadn't expected this guy to react so quickly.

At the same time, the yellow sand all over the street seemed to have a mind of its own and began to surge and move on its own.

Although William Baker's own body had disappeared, the yellow sand that filled the street had become part of him, and Holm could no longer find his vital points as accurately as before.

"Water, water, water! Where's the water? Aren't there any fire hydrants on this street?"

Holm drove rapidly backwards while scanning both sides of the road with his eyes.

Daisy, in the passenger seat, immediately understood his thoughts after hearing his mutterings, so she also leaned out of the car window and began looking for a fire hydrant by the roadside.

After looking around twice, Daisy said with some doubt, "Why isn't it anywhere? That shouldn't be the case!"

Logically, there should be a fire hydrant every certain distance along the road, which is a requirement for fire safety. However, strangely enough, there wasn't a single one on this street.

“This street is covered in yellow sand now, it’s probably been covered up by him,” Holm said, looking at the sand-covered street.