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

After selecting the chocolate, Venom set its sights on other snacks and desserts.

Based on the smell, it then started to continuously select other snacks.

Seeing this, Holm could only put the basket full of chocolate aside and then bring over an empty basket.

While picking out snacks for Venom, Holm also picked out a few things that interested him, and then looked at the wine on the shelf next to him.

"This one looks good." Holm picked out a rum that he remembered had a good opinion of and held out his hand. Unexpectedly, at the same time, a pair of slender, fair hands also grasped the rum bottle.

Holm turned around when he saw this, only to see an unexpected figure.

"It's you again. You're not even an adult yet. Why do you want to buy alcohol again? Have you forgotten what happened last time so quickly?" Holm said, frowning as he looked at the pretty blonde girl with blue eyes in front of him.

Seeing that familiar face and hearing that familiar voice, Gwen Stacy was also somewhat embarrassed and stunned.

She never expected to run into Holm again after the last incident, and that he would catch her again for buying and drinking alcohol against the rules.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Holm asked, looking at Gwen Stacy who seemed a little dazed.

He really didn't expect to run into this girl again today, especially since she actually wanted to buy him some alcohol.

You encountered those bad things last time, how come you don't learn anything from them?

If he hadn't intervened last time, those scumbags would definitely have done something dirty, which is clearly written in their criminal records.

Thinking of this, Holm's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Faced with Holm's questioning, Gwen Stacy loosened her grip on the bottle, lowered her eyes, and appeared indifferent, even somewhat disdainful.

Having shaken off the awkwardness of their sudden encounter, she now only felt that Holm was meddling in her affairs.

Because she knew she didn't need anyone else to save her; she could take care of all those thugs like last time with one hand.

As for the rule that minors cannot drink alcohol, it means nothing to her current troubled and distressed state of mind, and she doesn't care about those bullshit rules.

If she were a conventional person, she wouldn't have chosen to become Spider-Woman, and she wouldn't have started to appear in the public eye after gaining that power.

Holm had no idea what Gwen Stacy was thinking, nor did he know that the beautiful, underage girl in front of him was Spider-Woman.

However, he could still clearly see the other person's indifferent and disdainful expression.

Upon seeing this expression, Holm's worries and the warnings and advice he wanted to say gradually dissipated.

That's true. He and this girl have no relationship whatsoever; they're practically strangers. What right does he have to point fingers at her?

His indignation and worry were merely the lingering kindness from his previous life at work.

If he were at the entrance of his own neighborhood before the time travel, and saw a minor buying alcohol or cigarettes, he definitely wouldn't let that unscrupulous merchant get away with it, and he would definitely contact the minor's parents to make them discipline their child properly.

But all of this was based on the society he was in before. Now that he's in this place after transmigrating... he should mind his own business and take care of his own mess first.

His thoughts raced for only a moment; after a few seconds, Holm shook his head and said nothing more.

After picking up the wine from the shelf and putting it in his basket, Holm picked out a few more items and then carried the basket to the cashier.

Watching Holm turn and leave, sensing the sudden change in his attitude, Gwen Stacy also raised her eyes and looked at his back with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding what had happened in that instant.

Recalling Holm's gaze, which had shifted from indignation to indifference, she seemed to understand something.

She seemed to have disappointed a stranger she had only met twice.

It's strange to even talk about such a thing, but Gwen Stacy was touched by this strange feeling.

This emotional shift made her feel inexplicably familiar and uncomfortable. In an instant, many figures flashed before her eyes, and many names flashed through her mind. The thin boy with glasses and a bright smile seemed to be looking at her in the same way.

Gwen Stacy pursed her lips, clutching the bottle of wine she had just been reaching for.

A moment later, she put it back on the shelf.

Chapter 14, New York, a cosmopolitan metropolis with a crime rate that ranks among the highest in the world.

There were still people queuing to pay at the cashier, and Holm waited while observing the cashier.

The other person seemed to have been doing this job for a long time; all their movements were fluid and skillful.

During the cashier's checkout and conversation, his eyes remained calm and his tone was completely unwavering, as if nothing could pique his interest, revealing the composure of a seasoned working-class man.

Indeed, only a seasoned worker like him would risk violating regulations by selling alcohol to minors.

Holm knew without a doubt that the other party would charge a commission when selling the wine. For a cashier whose salary was already low, this commission should be considered an important source of extra income.

The person in front of him finished paying quickly, and Holm took two steps forward and placed two full baskets on the counter.

Looking at the two baskets full of snacks and chocolates, even the usually composed cashier looked up and glanced at Holm a couple of times.

The beeping sound lasted for several minutes before it stopped. As the cashier announced the total amount, Holm took out his money and handed it to him, then patiently waited for the cashier to calculate and give him change.

At this moment, Holm felt an overwhelming longing for the QR code payment system of his past life and the environment where everyone could flexibly utilize mathematics.

At least back then, he wouldn't have to pay and then wait several minutes to receive change that wasn't even correct.

While Holm waited, Gwen Stacy, who had somehow appeared in line behind him with a basket, joined the queue.

Holm glanced over casually, but to his surprise, he didn't see the bottle of wine in the other person's basket, nor did he see any other items that minors were prohibited from purchasing.

Perhaps it was because he was also buying things here, and he was afraid that the matter would be exposed, since it was no small matter for both the other party and the cashier.

“I didn’t buy any alcohol,” Gwen Stacy muttered as she watched Holm glance at her.

"What?" Holm didn't quite hear what Gwen Stacy said; he only saw her looking at him and then her mouth move.

“I said I didn’t buy any alcohol,” Gwen Stacy raised her voice and looked Holm in the eye as she repeated herself.

Hearing the girl's sudden words, Holm was at a loss for words, so he nodded and said, "Then you're great."

Seeing Holm's perfunctory attitude and sarcastic tone, Gwen Stacy was momentarily speechless and inexplicably angry.

Although she didn't know what she was angry about, or why she was angry over a stranger she had only met twice, Holm's words and tone were really infuriating.

The cashier, who was giving change, overheard their awkward conversation and instantly understood why the girl hadn't bought any alcohol this time—she had run into someone she knew.

Unfortunately, this also means he won't get this extra money today.

Damn it! Lost in thought, the cashier suddenly slapped his head in frustration; he had forgotten where he left off the calculation again.

Watching the cashier pat her head and then recalculate the change, Holm sighed helplessly.

He'll be living here for a long time to come, so this is just a way to get used to it in advance.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Here's your change. It's... "

"Robbery! Don't move! Hand over all the money!"

Just as the cashier was about to hand over all the change to Holm, a sudden shout startled him so much that his hand trembled, and all the change he had just counted fell onto the table, with a few coins rolling away somewhere.

A burly man wearing a black hood, revealing only his eyes and nostrils, was pointing a gun at them and continuing to shout, "Hurry up! M*****! F***!"

"Hurry up and put all that damn money in the bag and hand it to me, or I'll rip a few holes in your head!" the robber yelled at the cashier.

Upon hearing the robber's request, the cashier turned pale. He tried to appease the robber while putting the money from the cash register into a bag.

He was terrified that the other person might accidentally shoot him dead, because his predecessor seemed to have lost his life in the same way.

Seeing the cashier filling the bag with money as he requested, the robber nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gun on Holm and the girl behind him, continuing to shout at them.

"You two, don't just stand there! Hand over all your valuables!"

"You'd better be smart! Otherwise, my bullets don't have eyes!"

As the robber continued to yell at him, Holm was also experiencing very complex emotions.

In his previous life, he had never encountered anything like this, but after only a few days of being reborn, he has already encountered similar things twice.

New York truly lives up to its reputation as an international metropolis; even its crime rate is so high.

"This guy actually tried to steal my chocolate! I'm going to bite his head off!" Venom roared in Holm's mind.

Chocolates are bought with money; to rob someone of their money is to rob them of their chocolates.

Although Venom's tone was fierce, it also contained an undisguised excitement.

It felt this must be the special case Holm had mentioned, and it could finally get a chance to gnaw on a head.

"Don't rush, we don't need you in this situation yet, and there are two other people here. You can't just expose yourself." Just as Venom was getting excited, Holm's words extinguished all its enthusiasm.

The venom that was just excited suddenly went limp and became listless.

"Brother, hurry up and take out your wallet. Don't risk your life for this little bit of money," the cashier whispered to Holm as he continued putting money into the bag.

The robbers not far away were also annoyed by Holm's indifference. They raised their pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling to prove that their pistol was not just for show, and then continued to point at Holm and roar.

"Give me your wallet! Are you fucking looking down on me?!"

Seeing the robber becoming increasingly agitated, Holm suddenly smiled and said softly, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I was just a little stunned. I'll give you all the money right now."

As Holm spoke, he slowly moved his hand to his waist, as if he were about to take out his wallet.

"Wait! Don't move! I'll take it!" This robber was actually quite shrewd despite his rough exterior; he immediately became wary of Holm's movements.

Holm stopped what he was doing when he heard him, and just stood there waiting for the robber to slowly walk over.

"Don't move! Or I'll shoot you dead!" The robber had already walked up to Holm and raised his gun again to warn him.

Behind Holm, Gwen Stacy was watching the approaching robber, her whole body tense, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Chapter 15, Poor Holm, the Lizard Monster Reappears

“My wallet is in my right pocket,” Holm reminded him, watching the approaching robber.

The robber stared intently at Holm with one hand holding a gun, while reaching out with his left hand towards Holm's right pocket.

Just as he was about to touch Holm's pocket, Holm's hands shot out like iron clamps and firmly grasped his hands.

His right hand, which was holding the gun, was instantly twisted off by Holm, and the gun fell limply to the ground.

The intense pain caused the robber to scream loudly, but Holm gave him no chance to catch his breath. He lifted him up, swung him around in the air, and then slammed him to the ground.

With a muffled thud, the robber who had just been screaming in pain suddenly fell silent, his head lolling to the side as he passed out.

This sudden change caught the cashier off guard; he was still holding the bag in one hand and putting money into it with the other.

"Call the police! What are you standing there for?" Holm reminded the cashier, who was looking dazed.

He then took a rope from the shelf behind him and tied the robber lying on the ground into a strange knot.