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

“If we push the new device out right away, I reckon William Baker won’t hold back and will dismantle it as badly as possible, which will make things complicated.”

Hearing Coulson's words, Daisy snorted unhappily and said, "You underestimate me. How could I possibly not know these things?"

"I was just joking. How can you have no sense of humor at all? Look what Holm said over there!"

"Huh? Me?" Holm was just watching Daisy angrily confront Coulson with amusement, but he never expected that he would be the one getting caught up in the drama the next second.

Holm was speechless and helpless when Daisy brought up his own topic. He could just watch the two of them bickering, but why did she have to drag him into it?

Daisy and Coulson have a special relationship, which is why they can banter so freely. But he's just an ordinary worker. Why should he always be allowed to appear in the boss's sight under these circumstances?

Tony Stark did this today, and it hasn't been long since then. I didn't expect Daisy to pull this stunt too.

Faced with Coulson's gaze, Holm could only keep his eyes down, quickly withdrawing the smile that had been on his face, and then closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat to pretend to doze off.

Seeing that her statement had not received Holm's support, Daisy did not say anything more. She just took out her phone, frantically tapping the screen while playing a game and muttering something to herself.

Holm vaguely seemed to hear his own name, and judging from Daisy's current state, it probably wasn't anything good.

For a moment, an eerie silence fell over the plane. Fortunately, the fighter jet was very efficient and returned them to base in less than 20 minutes, which allowed Holm to recover from the awkward atmosphere.

Once the fighter jets were parked in the hangar, the cabin doors slowly opened, and Coulson jumped off the plane first, followed by Daisy and Holm.

Daisy was originally walking ahead of Holm, but she deliberately slowed down and paused, then quickly stepped on Holm's foot when he walked up to her.

"Hmph! Serves you right for pretending to sleep on the plane! You knew perfectly well that's not what I meant, so why didn't you speak up for me?" Daisy said in a low voice, clearly annoyed, after stomping on Holm's clothes.

Feeling his clothes being tugged and hearing Daisy's dissatisfaction, Holm gave her a flick on the forehead, speechless.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Daisy said as she punched Holm's arm.

After she finished hitting him, Holm gently rubbed his arm, which was no longer sore, and said to her, "How dare you say that? I beg you, please don't give me this chance again. If I could fly on my own, I would have jumped off the plane while I was on it."

Then Holm had a good talk with her about the relationship between the three of them, explaining the differences between them and what she could do but he couldn't.

"Do you understand? I don't have any powerful backers. Commander Coulson and Director Fury are my superiors. How can you expect me to joke with them?"

“If they had brought up the joke themselves, I might have been able to play along, but when have you ever seen a subordinate joking with their superior?”

“I don’t have any powerful backers, okay?” Daisy argued somewhat reluctantly. “Although Coulson and Uncle Fury… my superiors have been kind to me, I haven’t taken advantage of them for anything. Have I not been serious and hardworking in my work? Have I not completed the mission well?”

“I think you’re overthinking it. We have a great relationship, why are you being so reserved?” Daisy said, then nudged Holm’s arm.

Alright, alright, Uncle almost came out, what else can Holm say? It's not that he's overthinking things, it's clearly Daisy who's underthinking.

It seems that Daisy is not only lacking in combat skills, but also not very good at interpersonal relationships.

However, combat skills can be trained, but interpersonal skills are another matter. Anyway, the director is an uncle, so he probably won't need to focus on that aspect much.

Holm continued walking along, letting his thoughts wander, chatting casually with Daisy.

When they reached the final gate, they suddenly heard voices talking to each other from the other side of the door.

Upon hearing this voice, Holm and Daisy turned to look at each other, and then saw surprise and confusion in each other's eyes.

There are usually only the three of them at this base. Who is Coulson talking to now? And judging from the voices, it seems like there is more than one person, both men and women.

With these questions in mind, they slowly pushed open the door after verifying their identity.

As they went inside, the man and woman who were talking to Coulson also turned around and looked over at the same time.

"Hawkeye Barton! Black Widow Natasha!" The moment Holm saw the couple, information about them automatically popped into his head.

Holm never expected to see these two people in his own base.

Especially Natasha, they seemed to have never seen each other since that night.

Unlike his surprise, Natasha seemed to have expected to see him and showed no surprise on her face. She simply wore a mischievous smile and looked at him with interest in her alluring eyes.

Chapter 118, In-depth Exchange

"I never expected that we would meet again at the base. So you are the Black Widow..." Holm said, lying on the big bed, feeling the softness in his hands.

Hearing his words, Natasha, who was lying on her back in his arms, also curled the corners of her lips, drew circles on his abs with her nails, and then said in a lazy and seductive voice, "What, are you scared?"

Holm gently stroked her face, brushed the stray dark red hair from her lips, and smiled as he replied, "It just feels unbelievable. After all, she is a famous ace agent. No agent in S.H.I.E.L.D. does not know her name, and many agents strive to reach that level."

"Really? Then it seems I'm a celebrity in some ways." Natasha said, squinting her eyes. "Have you tried to emulate me?"

“Of course,” Holm nodded.

Upon hearing this, Natasha raised her arm and gently wrapped it around Holm's neck. Then, she smiled alluringly at him with her red lips and said, "Since that's the case, now that your idol is lying in your arms, I wonder what you think?"

Hearing Natasha's words, Holm took Natasha's hand, gently kissed the back of her hand, and whispered, "I may have been too vague just now."

"Of course I see you as my goal, but not in reaching that level, but in surpassing you, and... conquering you..."

"So now that you're lying in my arms, my only thought is... can you continue?"

After Holm finished speaking, Natasha laughed uncontrollably as if she had heard a funny joke, creating a huge uproar.

Holm didn't say or explain anything, but just smiled, holding Natasha's hand under his lips with one hand and gently stroking her face with the other.

Gradually, Natasha's laughter stopped, and she narrowed her eyes, enjoying Holm's caresses like a seductive fox.

Just as Holm's hand brushed across her cheek again, his fingers grazing her lips, she suddenly turned her head and bit Holm's finger.

Her sparkling eyes held a captivating allure and invitation, even tinged with a hint of mockery.

Seeing this, Holm also curled the corners of his mouth, showing no politeness whatsoever.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky, and the bright sunlight, somewhat dazzling, shone through the window screen into the room, that the room finally quieted down.

This match lasted from morning until noon, and in terms of intensity, it was only stronger than last night's.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; it was Holm going to wash up. Natasha, however, just lay under the thin sheet, not wanting to move at all.

Before long, accompanied by the sound of dripping water, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, the sun had moved a great distance away, and the sunlight was no longer scorching or shining directly into the room.

Natasha glanced at the sky in a daze, then gradually woke up amidst an alluring fragrance.

"Is it already afternoon?" Natasha propped herself up on her arms and sat up in bed, ignoring the glimpse of her bare skin revealed by the slipping sheets, and asked Holm, who had already walked to the bedside.

Seeing Natasha sitting lazily on the edge of the bed, leaning against him, Holm raised his wrist to check his watch and replied, "It's already past four in the afternoon. You've probably slept for more than four hours."

"Go wash up. You woke up just in time; the food I ordered just arrived."

"It smells really good." Natasha nodded as she smelled the aroma of the food that was beginning to spread; she was indeed a little hungry.

After all, we've been expending energy since last night, so it's time to replenish it.

“Carry me to the bathroom,” Natasha suddenly said to Holm behind her, her languid voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness.

Hearing Natasha's tone, Holm was taken aback for a moment, but then he smiled and gently kissed Natasha's forehead before picking her up and carrying her toward the bathroom.

Feeling Holm's warm and strong embrace, Natasha buried her head in his chest and snuggled up like a kitten being affectionate.

Just as Natasha couldn't see Holm's expression, Holm didn't see the smile on her lips when she buried her head in his chest.

As top agents, Holm and Natasha naturally had larger appetites than the average person, especially now that their energy was almost completely depleted. As a result, they ate several times more food than the average person before stopping.

After replenishing her energy, Natasha felt like she was back to normal. Just as she and Holm were starting to exchange glances and were thinking about having some post-dinner exercise, their phones rang at an inopportune moment.

Holm glanced at the urgent mission notification on his phone and looked up at Natasha.

Natasha looked up and saw Holm looking over. She waved her phone and said, "Looks like we can go see that Sandman together. I'm actually quite curious about him."

Holm shook his head upon hearing this, then stood up and chuckled, "I hope you'll feel the same way when you're covered in sand later. Last time, the drain almost got clogged when I took a shower after a mission."

Hearing Holm's words, Natasha raised an eyebrow and said, "Is that so? Now I'm even more curious."

After leaving the hotel, Holm hitched a ride with Natasha to the scene. They had done the same thing yesterday, since Holm hadn't had time to buy a new car yet, and the rental car in the garage obviously couldn't handle the date.

Natasha's driving style was much like her personality—both fierce and aggressive. Despite driving on city roads, she still managed to arrive at the scene in half the normal time.

Holm wasn't surprised by her driving skills, after all, they were both experienced drivers, but Venom really enjoyed this style of racing and kept yelling and screaming the whole way.

"Wow! That's what driving is all about! You usually drive too conservatively," Venom said to Holm, still feeling a bit unsatisfied.

Holm was speechless upon hearing this, unsure of what to say. In truth, he wasn't driving slowly; he was just a normal, excellent driver. However, Natasha was driving far too recklessly, employing the most illegal driving techniques.

“Actually, it’s not that I can’t drive like her, it’s just that I would get a lot of tickets, and in a month it would probably cost about the same as your previous chocolate expenses,” Holm said seriously as he thought about it.

"So if you want to do that, I can do it, but the cost of the fine will have to be deducted from the increased cost of chocolates each month."

Upon hearing Holm mention chocolate, Venom immediately perked up, changing the subject and saying, "Ahem, actually I still think you drove it the best..."

Seeing Venom change his tune so readily, Holm smiled but said nothing. He had Venom under his thumb now; all he had to do was use the chocolate trick, and Venom would immediately become obedient.

While they were talking, Holm and Natasha also approached their destination. Although they hadn't seen their target yet, the air was already filled with the familiar smell of sand and dust.

Chapter 119, Daisy's Discovery

World Park in Manhattan, New York, which features unique landscapes from around the world, has always been a top choice for extracurricular activities in schools of all levels. However, today it is not as bustling as it used to be, with yellow and black police tape already set up at the intersection two kilometers away from the park.

The closer you get to the park, the higher the concentration of dust becomes. The core of the World Park Desert Pavilion has now completely turned into a large yellow glass sphere, where a terrible sandstorm is brewing.

"How's the situation now?" Holm asked Daisy, who was standing not far away, as soon as he got out of the car.

Daisy then saw Natasha and Holm getting out of a car. Although she was a little puzzled by their arrival together, she answered Holm's question first.

"That guy has turned the entire World Park into his territory. The core Desert Pavilion is even more outrageous. The glass building is completely filled with sand and dust. Although it hasn't exploded yet, it's probably only a matter of time."

"The public within the cordon has been completely evacuated. Fortunately, there weren't many students here today, otherwise any accident would have been a real problem."

"Oh, by the way, you two..."

After Daisy briefly explained the situation, she wanted to ask about the two of them coming together, but before she could speak, Natasha interrupted her with another question.

"Hasn't the equipment prepared by the bureau arrived yet? If it's not modified by now, we'll be in trouble today."

Upon hearing Natasha's question, Daisy could only put aside her curiosity and focus on the current task: "Unfortunately, the large aircraft is still under modification, but the researchers said it's nearing completion, so if all goes well, the aircraft should arrive here in less than an hour."

"We can start by using standard equipment to clear the area from the outside in, which should be somewhat effective. At the same time, we can try to engage William Baker inside, suppress his spread, and gradually tire him out, preparing for the final strike once the aircraft are in position."

After listening to Daisy's words, Natasha nodded, then looked around with some doubt and asked, "Where did Barton go? He's not here yet, is he?"

Natasha and Patton joined them this time to ensure that the problem of William Baker, the Sandman, was resolved once and for all, so Patton should have been in place by now.

"Agent Barton went to the roof of the building ahead. He said he needed to find a suitable spot to blow up the glass dome of the desert pavilion because if we kept delaying, the threat from behind would only grow," Daisy said, pointing to the building ahead.

“He’s right, I’ll go find him.” Natasha nodded and then took her equipment and walked into the building in front.