"There's really no need." Aaron hurriedly stopped her. If Hela went out killing people, the commotion would be too great. "How could a bunch of self-important mortals possibly warrant the Goddess of Death taking action herself?"
"What? You'll do it for me?"
"This..." Aaron hesitated for a moment. "Unless there's absolutely no other option, I won't take action personally.
But The Hand has already bullied us to this extent. We can't just do nothing. Maybe we can get someone else to help."
"Like who?"
Aaron let out a soft sigh, then took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello, Director Fury. Sorry to bother you so late at night."
"I'm busy. You should know how busy I am." Nick Fury sounded exhausted. "Rooting out traitors without alerting them before the list is confirmed. And even after it's confirmed, we can't act rashly, or S.H.I.E.L.D. will be paralyzed.
I also need to find a group of experienced agents who can fill those positions in advance.
By the way, can't that compass of yours find people? Perhaps..."
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible." Aaron refused without hesitation. He knew exactly what kind of person Nick Fury was. If the compass landed in his hands, getting it back would be harder than climbing to heaven.
"Fine. What is it? Hurry up."
"I've made a major discovery. It concerns The Hand."
"The Hand?" Nick Fury narrowed his eyes. "You called me over a gang?"
"Director Fury, this is no ordinary gang." Aaron spoke with complete seriousness. "The Hand has existed for several centuries longer than S.H.I.E.L.D., and the organization's five leaders have not changed in hundreds of years."
"The Hand possesses a method that can extend one's lifespan and even bring the dead back to life."
"Are you sure you're not joking?"
"Very sure." Aaron's tone