Explosive Threat

Dozens, even hundreds, of golden bullets fiercely impacted the shield held by Sif.

This large shield essentially covered more than half of Sif's body.

Only a few stray bullets hit Sif's lower leg, but the metal greaves on her leg completely protected her skin.

This immense impact force kept Sif rooted to the spot, holding her shield, temporarily unable to advance.

The power that could send an ordinary person flying only made it slightly difficult for Sif to move forward. After all, the mission May had assigned her was to guard the entrance and draw the attention of the enemies inside.

One by one, the golden bullets turned into small copper discs on Sif's shield, falling to the ground. Soon, a large pile of small metal pieces accumulated at Sif's feet.

Even so, Sif's shield remained completely unmarked.

This rare Uru Alloy had an extremely good affinity with divine power. Even in Asgard, there weren't many weapons made from Uru Alloy.

This was an alloy property Nidavellir had specially prepared for Asgard's divine power over the long years. It was not only incredibly sturdy, but the greater the divine power imbued into it, the more perfectly it matched the frequency.

Weapons made from Uru Alloy could even become divine artifacts of immense power.

Just like Odin's Gungnir and Thor's Mjolnir, they were all like this.

However, the sword and shield in Sif's hand were more akin to standard issue weapons. But if one continued to nurture them with divine power, they would also exhibit other abilities.

For instance, Sif could currently enlarge and shrink her shield, and split her longsword into two, all thanks to the miraculous power nurtured by divine energy.

Soon, a different kind of gunfire echoed throughout the ballroom once more.

May and the others broke through from the stage back door and the emergency doors on the sides, quickly beginning to pick off the people shooting inside the ballroom.

For these ordinary guards who had not undergone professional training or marksmanship, it was not difficult for the Elite Squad led by May to take on five or six of them.

Especially in a pure firefight like this, the Elite Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were truly crushing the others.

In just over a minute, all the people who had fired shots in the ballroom were knocked unconscious.

And among the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, only one agent had been shot in the arm.

May continued to hold her gun, looking at the crowd below with caution in her eyes.

Her sharp, icy eyes, like an eagle's, scanned the faces of everyone below with seriousness.

Sif also gave a slight shake of her Giant Shield, restoring it to its Small Shield form, and strode in, looking at everyone currently standing.

Confirming that Lorelei was nowhere among these women, a trace of hatred appeared in her eyes.

At the same time, she confirmed that all the men present had been hit and had lost all combat capability.

Nearly three hundred women were gathered and bound together, occupying the central area of the entire ballroom.

The team members immediately stepped forward to perform information input comparison on all the men to determine their identities.

Several others also stepped forward to untie the women and tear off the tape that had been sealed over their faces.

Some of the women had already woken up from their unconsciousness, showing excited expressions as they looked at May and the others.

For a moment, the entire scene was somewhat chaotic.

A young woman in elegant clothing struggled and shouted, "Wait!! Wait! I saw those out-of-control men carrying explosives earlier, and then I was knocked unconscious!"

As soon as she said this, the scene immediately fell silent.

The agents took a step back, looking nervously at the hostages in front of them.

The nearly a hundred women who had just been unbound immediately began to frantically check themselves.

Soon, among the women who had been unbound, there were no signs of explosives strapped to them.

If the young woman was telling the truth, then the explosives could only be among the remaining hundred or so people.

Many women were still unconscious and unaware of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s arrival.

"Explain in detail what you saw. Hostages who have been freed, please stand at the edge of the ballroom. Team members, begin searching the perimeter."

"Yes, Sir."

Over a dozen team members unhesitatingly stepped forward to free the bound targets one by one.

However, due to the hidden explosives, their efficiency was significantly reduced, and they became wary of many things.

Sif stood to the side, looking seriously at the more than one hundred people still bound, analyzing them rapidly.

At the same time, a female member who had been holding a mini computer and compiling data was constantly typing on her keyboard, as if new messages were continuously arriving.

The young woman who had been rescued told May what she had seen.

"I remember it was a very tall man, very handsome, who was always by that enchantress's side. He was carrying a bundle of yellow tubular items and walked into the crowd."

"Then, I was knocked out, but I saw that scene very clearly," the young woman stated with certainty.

Just as these team members were rescuing the hostages, the battle outside the hotel had completely erupted.

Guards stationed throughout the hotel were firing at the combat squad without regard for their own lives, shooting their bullets even as they were hit.

This desperate approach had a significant impact on the S.H.I.E.L.D. combat squad.

After all, the enemy had a large population base. Over a hundred people against about twenty, and with a suicidal attitude, several agents were injured in a short time.

What's more, in the end, one member was sacrificed in front of everyone due to concentrated firepower.

This further ignited the rage of these teammates.

But looking at the enemies lying unconscious on the ground, their faces were all covered in Anesthetic Venom, not a trace of Fresh Blood.

Yet their own Teammate lay beside them, covered in Fresh Blood, with no chance to open his eyes to the world again.

This point made them angry and helpless.

The Palm holding the gun tightened, bulging with Veins.

One of them, even more enraged, drew the gun from his waist and aimed it at the figure on the ground.

"Dek! Calm down, we are on a Mission!!"

A thick arm grabbed Dek's gun and pushed it down.

"Captain, we've never been on this kind of Mission! Facing enemies, why can't we use Lethal Weapons!!"

"We are following the Order from above. We were informed beforehand that these people were all controlled!!"

"Bastard, where does it look like that!!"

Dek resentfully put his gun away, "These people clearly wanted to kill us!!"

"This is the most terrifying part, another unknown Superpower!!" the experienced Captain said, looking at the contorted faces on the ground.

"Captain, the Data has all been uploaded and is being compared and analyzed with the Data from another squad!"

A teammate holding a Mini Computer said.

"But it seems there's an Accident over there!!"