"Natasha, there's a mission that requires your attention," Nick Fury called Black Widow Natasha on her private line.

"Nick, you know I'm on vacation right now. I'm not a robot," Natasha's lazy voice came through the phone.

"Sorry to interrupt your holiday, but a highly dangerous individual specifically requested you," Nick Fury said with a hint of helplessness.

"Oh? Tell me more," Natasha's interest was piqued.

"Hell's Kitchen, as you know, has a drug dealer who suddenly took out their boss and then their partner..." Nick Fury was interrupted by Natasha before he could finish.

"Director Fury, you should know this is a matter for the police, not S.H.I.E.L.D.," Natasha said.

"Let me finish," Nick Fury replied, slightly exasperated.

"This guy not only took out his boss and partner but also eliminated over twenty drug lords in just a week. These drug lords were heavily guarded, yet they still ended up dead. According to some reports, there's an eighty percent chance this guy is a superpowered individual," Nick Fury's tone was very serious.

"A superpowered individual?" Natasha immediately understood why Nick sought her out.

"Exactly. Although this guy has killed many, they were all scum. If possible, I hope you can persuade him to join S.H.I.E.L.D. That plan needs to be set in motion," Nick Fury instructed, though his words were somewhat vague, Natasha knew exactly what plan he was referring to.

"I'll handle it," Natasha stretched lazily, got up from her beach chair, and briskly walked into the hotel to change into a tight suit.

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Outside an abandoned factory in Hell's Kitchen, more than twenty police cars surrounded the area, each officer armed with a handgun.

A policeman shouted through a megaphone, "Johnson, you're surrounded. Drop your weapons and release the hostages inside the factory. You can't escape."

"Shut up! Has Natasha arrived yet? You have half an hour. There are three hostages inside. If she doesn't come within half an hour, I'll kill a hostage every ten minutes," a terrified voice shouted from inside, not at all like a ruthless criminal who had killed twenty or thirty people.

The police exchanged glances, unsure of who Black Widow was, and could only report to their superiors. Whether she would come or not, they couldn't be certain.

Moreover, in a democratic society like the United States, if this issue wasn't resolved today, they could already imagine how the media would criticize them in tomorrow's newspapers and on television.

"Chief, what should we do?" a young officer asked his chief.

"How should I know? Call and urge them," the slightly overweight police chief said helplessly.

To be honest, although the criminal inside had killed many, they were all notorious villains and hadn't harmed the police. They didn't want to push him too far; what if he got desperate?

This guy couldn't be killed by bullets.

"Ma'am, you can't go in there. It's too dangerous inside."

"Let me introduce myself briefly. I'm Natasha Romanoff. If nothing goes wrong, the guy inside is looking for me," Natasha said with a light smile.

With that, Natasha bypassed the police blockade and walked in slowly.

Yang Han watched as a graceful and charming figure approached, feeling a bit excited.

Finally, he could get rid of this brute. Possessing a man was nothing compared to possessing a woman.

Yang Han was a transmigrator, and his crossing over was sudden and unfortunate.

A living person suddenly turned into a puddle of liquid. Who knew how desperate Yang Han felt at that moment?

Soon after, Yang Han realized his situation. He had transmigrated into Venom.

And not just any Venom, but the one from Marvel. However, compared to the original Venom, his abilities seemed more powerful, capable of gene replication and enhancement. He possessed almost all of Venom's chaotic abilities.

After drifting in outer space for over a month, he finally found an opportunity to hitch a ride on a spaceship to Earth. Upon returning to Earth, he immediately possessed the nearest guy, who turned out to be an addict and a member of Hell's Kitchen's gang.

Yang Han controlled his first host, researched this world's information, and sure enough, it was the Marvel Universe.

And it seemed to be the movie universe, at least when Yang Han saw a photo of the richest man, Tony, it looked exactly like the movie.

The subsequent development was that Yang Han controlled this unlucky guy, killed many drug-dealing gangsters, and ended up in this situation.

Two months later, he finally had the chance to meet a more impressive host.

Yang Han knew how dangerous the Marvel Universe was. As a symbiote, he needed to become the most powerful symbiote. Without dreams, what's the difference between a person and a salted fish?

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S.H.I.E.L.D. was the best place to go, and as for being sliced up for research... Yang Han wasn't worried. He could give Nick Fury a small piece to study. Let's see what he could come up with.

Moreover, Yang Han had a reason for calling Natasha. Before crossing over, he was a normal man who liked beautiful women.

After crossing over, although he was a symbiote without a gender, his mind was still that of a man. Possessing a woman was much better, wasn't it? Why possess a man?

And he could openly take advantage, even if he no longer had that function, at least he could feast his eyes, right?

"Sir, the person you wanted is here. Please leave my body," Johnson said quietly, looking at Natasha as she walked in.

"Don't rush, it's not time yet," Yang Han examined Natasha. Indeed! She looked exactly like in the movies. Although he didn't have eyes now, he could still clearly see Natasha.

He couldn't understand the Venom species at all.

Seeing Natasha arrive, Yang Han felt a bit excited but didn't let joy cloud his judgment. He wanted to possess Natasha, but he needed to prepare. He was very cautious, knowing he only had one chance. If he missed it, it would be gone.

Natasha entered the factory and saw the visibly excited Johnson. She frowned. Why was this guy so excited to see her?

Natasha, with her many thoughts, quickly considered several reasons. Could it be that he had encountered her once and coincidentally learned her name, calling her here to enjoy one last moment?

For a moment, Natasha's expression towards Johnson turned colder.