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

Holm was racking his brains about how to complete the two tasks, one inside and one outside, in a reasonable and discreet way, when he suddenly felt something wet on his shoulder.

When he opened his eyes and looked to the side, he saw Daisy sleeping soundly with an eye mask on and big eyes on it. There was also some drool on the corner of her slightly open mouth, which was what had wet his shoulder.

"Bang!" With a soft thud, Holm flicked Daisy on the head, forcibly waking her from her silly, chuckling dream.

"Ouch! Why did you hit me? I was just dreaming about the crucial moment." Daisy, now awake, looked at Holm with a resentful expression.

Upon hearing this, Holm simply pointed to the water stains on his shoulder and said, "Could you please explain what you've been chuckling about, and why you're drooling so much?"

"By the way, when is the crucial moment? I'm quite curious."

Daisy was initially a little guilty and ashamed looking at the saliva marks on Holm's body, but after hearing the question, she immediately became like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, saying very sensitively and defensively, "You...mind your own business, why should I tell you?"

Seeing Daisy's overreaction, Holm squinted at her, then smiled suspiciously and asked, "Such a strong reaction? And why is your face a little red?"

"Oh, I see. You didn't have some kind of erotic dream, did you? It's okay, I understand. It's normal to feel a little embarrassed in public. You're an adult, and this... ugh!"

"Why did you hit me?" Holm gasped as he felt the sharp pain in his shoulder. How come he never realized this guy had such a strong grip before?

Hearing this, Daisy bared her teeth and raised her fist, still quite angry, and punched Holm a few more times before saying, "Why am I hitting you? For talking nonsense! You're the one having a wet dream! I'm not like you! Men are all bastards! Even in their dreams!..."

Although Daisy's fist was small, her strength was exceptionally concentrated. Holm vaguely sensed that something was wrong, because Daisy seemed to be venting more than just her previous embarrassment and anger on him. Had he really messed with her?

"This mark will be fine after you wash it off at the hotel after you get off the plane. I'll wash it for you myself, and I guarantee it'll be even cleaner than before." After venting her anger, Daisy's expression returned to normal.

Holm could only nod in agreement, offering no further comment, for women can be truly terrifying when they become unreasonable.

He had originally intended to suggest buying a new one, but he swallowed the words back.

Sigh, thinking about this, he couldn't help but complain about the task arrangement again. He could have done it more quickly and efficiently by himself, but they insisted on including Daisy as well.

Was he using Daisy to spy on me? Or did he just want me to help Daisy gain experience? Or perhaps both? Holm pondered this in his mind.

It's impossible that S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't thought of what he could think of. They all know that he can act faster, but they still made this arrangement, which means that Daisy's appearance must represent something.

He didn't think he had given himself away, which was why there were both Black Widow and Daisy. After all, having his subordinates monitor each other was one of Nick Fury's specialties, and it had worked every time over the years. He wasn't the only one in S.H.I.E.L.D. to have received this treatment.

The fact that Nick Fury is scrutinizing and screening him more carefully demonstrates his importance. As long as no problems are found with him and he gains the trust of the higher-ups at S.H.I.E.L.D., his future will be brighter.

So during the short journey that followed, Holm and Daisy were both lost in their own thoughts, and it wasn't until they got off the plane that they came to their senses and drove the pre-arranged car to the hotel.

"Phew~ It's so comfortable to sleep on a soft, big bed. My neck is sore from sleeping on the plane." Daisy jumped onto the bed as soon as she entered the room, and then rolled around comfortably while saying this.

"I don't know who bought our tickets. There were seats available in first class, but we could only sit in regular seats."

"And the hotel only booked one suite, even though there are two of us... Oh, right, I've already said I want to sleep in the bed, but if you put in a nicer tone, I might be willing to give you half..."

"It's alright, I'll just open another one later," Holm, who was standing by the window with binoculars, said bluntly before Daisy could finish speaking.

Upon hearing Holm's words, Daisy's expression froze slightly, and she stopped rolling around.

“Open another one…it’s not impossible…I don’t really have any objections…um…it’s great…” Daisy lay on the bed, burying her face in the blankets, making muffled, intermittent sounds.

As she spoke, Holm also put down his binoculars, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He had originally intended to book another room, but then he suddenly remembered what Daisy had just said.

S.H.I.E.L.D. was aware that there were two of them, but they still only arranged a suite for them.

Thinking about it this way, wouldn't it be redundant and suspicious if Holm were to open another room for himself?

Thinking about this, Holm shook his head inwardly, rejecting his previous idea.

"I've been thinking about it, and it would be more convenient for us to share a room. It would be easier to communicate if anything happens, and we could react as quickly as possible if the target makes any unusual moves or if anything changes," Holm said, turning to look at Daisy lying on the bed.

Daisy raised her head upon hearing this, but still kept her back to Holm and did not respond.

Holm didn't seem to mind, simply stretching and loosening his body before sitting down on the sofa by the window and continuing, "By the way, you said you could save me half the bed, right? My back and waist are aching from the flight, I really should get some rest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Daisy suddenly straightened up, turned around, and said in a rather serious tone, "No, you misheard. I never said I would give you half of the bed."

"Huh? But I really did just now..."

"You misheard. It's a pleasant decision then. I'll sleep in the bed and you can sleep on the sofa. Anyway, that sofa looks pretty big, it'll definitely be more comfortable than the airplane."

"what???"

Chapter 131, Daisy. Righteous and resolute. Sacrificing family for the greater good. Johnson.

The evenings in Sokvia are more beautiful than in New York. Without the obstruction of many tall buildings, the orange-red sunset can spread its light much wider.

From a distance, it looks as if all the buildings are draped in a thin veil, echoing the clouds in the sky and complementing each other perfectly.

In the city center, in front of an upscale restaurant, a Bentley slowly came to a stop, and waiters on both sides rushed forward to help open the car door.

After the car door opened, Holm and Daisy got out of the car.

Holm first handed the key to the waiter next to him, then took Daisy's hand and walked slowly into the restaurant with her.

They had reserved a window seat in advance, so they followed the waiter's directions and slowly sat down at the table.

Daisy remained mostly silent, only smiling, which perfectly complemented her elegant demeanor and strapless black dress, making her appear exceptionally noble and graceful.

Holm was in charge of communicating with the waiters to take orders, and his fluent Sokovian was impeccable. (The author searched extensively but couldn't find any information about what language Sokovia spoke in the Marvel universe; all that was known was that it was in Eastern Europe, belonging to the Slavic language family, so a direct analogy to Polish or Czech was used to confirm it as Sokovian.)

After the menu was finalized and the waiter left, Daisy finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit: "Phew~ Although I had been specifically training my manners since the last banquet, I was still a little nervous and uncomfortable when I actually did it."

"You did a great job today. Your demeanor blended perfectly with the atmosphere here, and it didn't feel out of place at all," Holm said with a smile.

“Really? That’s great.” Daisy was also very happy with Holm’s approval.

Then, as if remembering something, she asked Holm curiously, "By the way, when did you learn Sokovia? It's like you've always lived here."

Holm replied calmly, "It wasn't long. I just looked at it and listened to it on the plane here."

Daisy was hoping Holm would share some experience with her, but that one sentence shut her down. How could she possibly learn from that method? Even if she had a brain transplant, it might not work.

Seeing Daisy's blank and speechless expression, Holm smiled and said, "Everyone has something they're good at, just like your talent for computers. I'm completely clueless when I look at code."

"That's true." Holm's analogy and explanation were quite apt, instantly making Daisy feel much better.

They then chatted casually, while glancing at the restaurant across the street through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

You can see that the restaurant across the street is under lockdown. The upstairs and downstairs are full of tough-looking bodyguards and thugs. Even on the dining floor, there is only Vitas Salabhi as the only customer, and he is sitting in the center, away from the window.

If Holm's eyesight hadn't been so good, and if this restaurant hadn't been on par with theirs, he wouldn't have been able to observe the other party.

Daisy, for example, could only use electronic telescopes, similar to watches, to aid her observation, because she did not have Holm's extraordinary eyesight.

"Why isn't the food here yet? I'm starving. Are all fancy restaurants this slow? It's not as good as the burger joints and coffee shops we usually go to," Daisy muttered to herself as she took a sip of water from her wine glass.

Holm shook his head as he listened to her and said, "That's just how restaurants are. Not only is the food slow to arrive, but the portions are also small. After all, most people who come here aren't here to fill their stomachs, but to enjoy the overall experience."

"Besides, isn't it a bit much to compare this place to a burger joint? Burgers are a well-known fast food, you know what fast food is?"

Hearing Holm's words, Daisy also pouted and said, "Of course I understand, but it's true that I'm hungry, and it's more urgent than any other pleasure."

"Waaah, I'm never flying with this airline again! The seats are so small, and the in-flight meals are absolutely awful..."

"When I get back, I'm going to have a good talk with Uncle Coulson about what happened. Did he embezzle part of our budget and use the money to buy Captain America merchandise?"

Driven by hunger, Daisy even began to target Coulson, and made no attempt to conceal their relationship.

"I mean, at least consider my feelings a little. Don't you even call me 'commander' anymore?" Holm complained helplessly.

Daisy shrugged indifferently upon hearing this, then picked up her water glass and gulped it down in one go, as if she wanted to fill her stomach with water.

"Phew~ Anyway, you should have guessed it by now, so there's no harm in just saying it."

Seeing Daisy so readily admit it, Holm had nothing to say, and could only silently regret that he didn't have an uncle like that.

However, thinking of Coulson, he suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, I remember there was a new Captain America merchandise release recently, I think it was an anniversary edition, more precious than before. I secretly saw Commander Coulson looking at it on his phone several times..."

"I knew it!" Daisy's voice rose sharply upon hearing Holm's words.

The waiter, who was not far away, noticed the commotion and came over to inquire about the situation, while also refilling Daisy's glass of water.

Seeing this, Holm explained that it was nothing, he was just a little anxious because the food he ordered hadn't arrived yet.

Upon hearing this, the waiter said he would urge the kitchen to hurry up and then left.

After the waiter left, Daisy continued in a low, indignant voice, "I knew there was something wrong with this shabby mission!... I'm going to report it!... I'm going to report Uncle Coulson to Uncle Fury! I'll accuse him of embezzling funds! Withholding mission funds! And then using the money to buy Captain America merchandise! He's wasting his time on frivolous things!..."

Well, well, one uncle reporting another, what can Holm say about such an outrageous move? Anyway, it's all just your big family playing house, do whatever you want.

Moreover, Daisy's current righteous indignation almost made Holm forget who had been recklessly applying for funds and reimbursements with him before. It just goes to show how fickle women can be.

Daisy launched into a passionate accusation against Coulson, then accidentally spilled the water she had just poured.

Seeing her soaked dress, Daisy quickly got up and went to the restroom, while the same waiter cleaned up the water stains on the table and floor.

However, this time he also brought a delicate little fruit platter, saying it was a gift for Holm and the others to express their apology for the slow service.

Holm smiled and nodded, accepting the fruit plate. After the waiter left, he took out a small, round piece of paper from under the fruit plate.

Chapter 132, Special Mission Completion Methods

This intelligence was sent to him by Hydra's informant in Sokovia. If he were alone, he wouldn't need this, but because of Daisy's presence, he needed more detailed information to plan his time accordingly.

After reading through all the writing on the small round pieces, Holm calmly picked up a piece of fruit and put the fruit, along with the piece of paper, into his mouth.

The fruit tastes sweet and fragrant, and compared to swallowing paper dry, this at least provides some lubrication and makes his chewing less abrupt.

After swallowing what was in his mouth, Holm picked up his water glass to moisten his throat, and continued to observe Salabee while waiting for Daisy to return.

Their meal was served before Daisy returned. Looking at the meager portions on the plates, Holm sighed inwardly and decided that he would have to buy something else to eat later.

Daisy, like him, sighed helplessly when she returned and saw that each dish was only served in two or three bites. She then started searching on her phone for well-known fast food restaurants in Sokovia.

They observed Sarabi, taking notes of her, while eating the exquisite food on the table and exchanging whispers.

“Judging from the current situation, this guy is indeed very cautious. With so many people guarding and accompanying him just for a meal, it’s a bit difficult to make a move,” Daisy said, looking at Sarah, who seemed to be almost finished with her dinner.

In addition to eliminating Sarabi, their mission also required them to keep a low profile. However, given the level of security Sarabi had provided, killing him would be difficult to do without making a scene.

"That's not the problem. The problem is that he also has special abilities. Judging from the fact that he can light a cigarette without a lighter, he does have a certain ability to control flames and can even generate flames on his own."

"We haven't seen any explosion yet, but it's probably true. How should we kill him..." Holm tried to come up with a good plan.

At the same time, he was also considering whether or not he should let Sarabi show his special abilities when facing him.

The safest and least disruptive approach would be to kill him without giving him a chance, but that would prevent him from showing his weaknesses.

That's right, it's about showing your weaknesses.