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

That damn Rumlow did it on purpose; he had planned it all along.

William Baker clenched his fists, and Rumlow's annoying face flashed through his mind again.

As he pondered how to teach the other man a lesson, he opened his front door and went inside, only to find that Holm had somehow entered his house and was now standing in the living room watching him.

“Rumlow took Katie to the amusement park 10 minutes ago. You’re a bit late,” Holm said, sitting down on the sofa and looking at William Baker, who didn’t look too good.

Upon hearing Holm's words, William Baker's face darkened further, and he cursed Rumlow viciously once again.

Normally, Holm wouldn't mind watching the drama unfold, but today, because of Garrett's situation, he wasn't in the mood. So he went straight to the point and asked, "How's the research on the materials I gave you last time coming along?"

Holm's sudden question startled William Baker for a moment, but he quickly recovered and, after thinking about the information he had memorized, replied, "I have memorized all the information and can also transform into that person's appearance."

As he spoke, the sand on his body swirled and shifted, instantly transforming him into a completely different appearance and physique.

Looking at Baron Strucker, who was exactly the same as described in the documents, Holm nodded and said, "Not bad, the progress is very fast."

“I originally planned to give you a month to fully understand his habits, but now something unexpected has happened, and you only have one week left.”

“A week from now, I need you to completely transform into him, even your habits must be the same as described in the documents.”

“I understand.” William Baker nodded, showing no objection to the shortened time.

Through their previous open and honest conversation, he had figured out his relationship with Holm and corrected his stance and identity.

“I’ll be taking you to another location for a mission in a week, so make the most of this week,” Holm said to William Baker.

"You can convey my message to Rumlow, so he won't act like he did today this week."

“Okay.” William Baker nodded again, his mind drifting back to the trick Rumlow had played on him earlier that day.

When he came to his senses again, Holm was no longer in the living room.

Chapter 192, The Interrupted Vacation

After reiterating the mission time to William Baker, Holm returned to normal a few blocks away and got into his car.

"That guy should be reliable, right?" Venom said, crunching on a chocolate bar in the passenger seat.

"It should be fine. His transformation today was very smooth; you can hardly tell anything was wrong," Holm said, recalling William Baker's transformation.

"If we maintain this level of efficiency, a week should be no problem."

"However, no matter how detailed those habits are, they are just information on paper. If he wants to truly master them without any flaws, he may only be able to adjust himself after he has been pretending for a while."

"Hehe, can I eat the real Baron Strucker then? I didn't get to eat the last one," Venom said with a chuckle to Holm.

Holm smiled and patted Venom's cool head, saying, "Of course. We don't need to record the mission this time, so it's best to wipe them out completely."

"Only when William Baker becomes the true Baron Strucker can Hydra in Sokovia be brought under my control and the plan can continue."

"It'll be in this month," Holm said slowly, gazing at the sky outside the window. "This is the most important month."

"Don't worry! We're invincible!" Venom said, chewing on a piece of chocolate.

......

The next morning, in Daisy's room, Holm woke up from his sleep with a strange feeling. He had returned here after finishing his business the day before.

Seeing him wake up, wrapped in a thin sheet, Daisy, who was lying on top of him, blinked and said, "Hmm, hehe, how did you wake up?"

Seeing Daisy's beautiful appearance, Holm touched her cheek and laughed, "I'm not unconscious."

"It seems you've had enough rest."

Hearing Holm's teasing and recalling her embarrassment the night before, Daisy blushed shyly and glared at him irritably.

"Hiss~ Be careful." Holm chuckled, leaning against the headboard.

"Hmph! Who told you to make fun of me?" Daisy said as she straddled him, the thin sheet slipping off her body to reveal her shapely figure.

"Then I apologize to you." Holm said, putting his arm around her waist and kissing her forehead.

"How are you going to apologize?" Daisy blinked her big eyes and smiled, but she still tilted her head and asked curiously.

Seeing her feigning ignorance, Holm hugged her tightly and whispered, "That's exactly what you think."

Half an hour later, the phone rang. Holm, who was lying on the sofa, reached for the phone and looked at the caller ID. He said to Daisy, "It's Commander Coulson calling. He probably has something to say, so don't interrupt."

Looking into Daisy's eyes, which were brimming with spring-like desire, Holm gently stroked her fair and smooth thighs to comfort her while pressing the call button.

"Hello, sir, is there some kind of emergency?" Holm said into the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Coulson's slightly apologetic voice came through: "I'm sorry to have disturbed your vacation, but there is indeed an urgent task that requires your attention."

“It’s alright, emergency missions are something no one can predict.” Holm said, patting Daisy’s thigh as he spoke.

“That’s right, because the Cube Prison is already prepared, the department has decided to transfer Bronsky there immediately,” Coulson continued, explaining the details of the emergency mission to Holm.

“There was no need to rush, since he has been in the airship’s surveillance area for so long, but the incident of William Baker’s prison break a few days ago had a very bad impact.”

"So, to prevent a similar incident from happening again, the department decided to transfer Bronsky immediately, since the facilities at Cube Prison are more complete and professional, and the security is also more stringent."

Upon hearing Coulson's explanation, Holm understood. He placed one hand on Daisy's waist and replied to Coulson, "I understand. So what is my task?"

"Your mission is to lead the team to transfer Bronsky from the space carrier to the Cube Prison, avoiding any unforeseen circumstances along the way," Coulson continued.

"I'll be waiting for you on the space carrier at 10 a.m. tomorrow. I'll help you arrange the manpower. If everything goes smoothly, the mission will be over by the afternoon."

"Although it is urgent and important, this task will not take long, so your vacation can continue after this urgent task is over."

The transfer of Bronsky should take at most half a day. The most important thing is to prevent other accidents from happening along the way and to prevent Bronsky from getting out of control.

That's why Holm was put in charge of this mission. After all, he's the strongest in S.H.I.E.L.D., and it was mainly Holm's help that Bronsky was able to capture.

“Understood, I will be there on time tomorrow morning,” Holm said.

"Okay," Coulson asked, somewhat puzzled, after hearing Holm's reply.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally kicked the table," Holm quickly explained, while glaring at Daisy, who was still grinning mischievously.

After finally dealing with Coulson and hanging up the phone, Holm immediately flipped over and pinned Daisy down.

Chapter 193, An Unexpected Acquaintance

Holm and Daisy's activities continued for another day until Daisy fell into a deep sleep, too exhausted to stand up straight, before Holm returned home.

The reason for leaving was not only to allow Daisy to get some rest, but also to prepare for the mission of escorting Bronsky.

He also needs to find an opportunity to draw blood samples from Bronsky during this mission, so these tools need to be prepared in advance.

The next day, he got up early and went to the base, then went to the hangar and flew the Quinjet to the space carrier.

As soon as he entered the interior of the space carrier, Coulson was already waiting for him.

They continued walking inside, chatting as they went, until they reached the door of a spacious training room, where Coulson stopped.

“This time, we’ve assigned you many skilled members of the action team to ensure that this mission goes smoothly,” Coulson said, opening the door as he spoke.

There were nearly twenty burly and strong action team members training in the training room. Holm spotted Rumlow doing dumbbell bench presses.

Holm hadn't expected Rumlow to be on this mission, but considering he was one of the top fighters in the team, it all made sense.

Upon seeing them enter, the team members stood up and greeted them.

Rumlow, as their captain, also stepped forward and shook hands with Coulson and Holm.

"This is Agent Holm Klint, a Level 8 agent and your highest-ranking officer for this mission. All of you must follow his orders and instructions..."

"This is Brock Rumlow, the captain of this task force. He's completed many extremely difficult missions..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Coulson first introduced Holm's identity, and then introduced Rumlow and the action team to Holm.

Meanwhile, Rumlow was also observing Holm, surprised by Holm's youth and incredulous that he had reached such a position at such a young age.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been an organization that prioritizes ability, selecting only the best of the best for all its personnel, especially in the intelligence department, where every agent is an elite among elites.

So when they heard that Holm was already an eighth-level agent at such a young age, everyone present secretly gasped and took the mission even more seriously.

After familiarizing himself with the personnel, Coulson led Holm out of the training room and headed to the area where Bronsky was being held.

On the way, Coulson added to Holm, "That team leader, Brock Rumlow, is no ordinary person either. According to the records, he had a fortuitous encounter during a mission, gaining superhuman physical abilities and combat skills..."

"Statistically speaking, his stats surpass those of Captain America during World War II. It's just a pity that his extraordinary destiny is harder to replicate than even the super-soldier serum..."

Although Holm already knew about these things, he still showed enough surprise and astonishment.

"I didn't expect the bureau to have such talent and such meticulous preparation. This mission should be fine."

Listening to Holm's words, Coulson shook his head and advised him, "These arrangements aren't exactly powerful measures; they're just the best we can do."

"Although the agents assigned by the bureau are all highly skilled, you know better than anyone how terrifying Bronsky looks after his transformation."

"Aside from being able to exchange a few blows with him, these operatives are nothing more than slightly stronger cannon fodder in that situation."

"Even if Brock Rumlow is extraordinary, Bronsky will be even more outrageous. Despite having so many people, you can only truly rely on yourself."

In response to Coulson's instructions, Holm nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir, I'm enough on my own."

"I will make sure that Bronsky is safely delivered to Cube Prison. He will have absolutely no chance of escaping."

Coulson smiled and patted Holm on the shoulder, saying, "I believe in your abilities, which is why we had to call you back for this emergency mission."

"With our Aegis Blade in place, this mission will definitely be successful."

"Sir, could we please not mention that title?" Holm looked at Coulson with a hint of helplessness.

Coulson laughed heartily upon hearing this, saying, "Hahaha, there's nothing I can do if you don't like this title. Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D. knows about it now."

"Get used to it sooner rather than later, so you'll suffer less in the future."

"To be honest, I'm also wondering why you don't like this title. Isn't it cool?"

"Aegis Blade! How powerful and imposing it sounds! It's much better than Iron Man or War Machine."

Holm could understand Coulson's thoughts. After all, Coulson was someone who even had Captain America's shield painted on his vest, so it was understandable that he liked the title "Shield Blade".

But while I can understand, when such a shameful title were actually bestowed upon me, Holm simply couldn't accept it.

Although he couldn't accept it, Holm couldn't say to his superiors that their aesthetic sense might be a bit off, so he could only take the blame upon himself.

"Um...maybe it's because I don't have that kind of fetish, but I still think 'Clint Agent' sounds the best, preferably without any fancy prefixes or nicknames."

“Well, that’s a real shame…” Coulson said with some regret, it seemed that he was truly disappointed that he couldn’t develop Holm into a fellow enthusiast.