You call this a secret infiltration?

"Coulson, you call this a stealth infiltration?"

Hawkeye's eyes widened as he looked at his colleague, who was fully armed along with his team.

If he wasn't worried about the Director's reaction, he probably would have brought an entire tank battalion.

"Isn't this what I call stealth infiltration?"

Seeing Coulson's innocent eyes, Hawkeye was speechless.

Coulson smiled and gently patted his tactical gear. Each piece had been carefully selected to provide necessary protection without being too conspicuous.

"Barton, my friend, you need to understand, our target isn't some ordinary criminal. In this mission, our opponent is cunning and well-equipped. We need to ensure every step is foolproof."

"Foolproof? Look at this setup. I feel like we're a commando team attacking a small fortress, not executing a stealth infiltration."

Although Hawkeye complained, he held his bow and arrows steadily in his hands, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

Despite being a modern man, Hawkeye always insisted on using cold weapons in combat, making him seem a bit odd within the team.

"As long as we eliminate all the enemies who discover our presence, won't that be considered stealth infiltration?"

There was nothing wrong with that statement, but the problem was, could they actually eliminate the enemy?

"Coulson, I think you're being too aggressive today. This isn't like you, and more importantly, can we really take down the other side so easily?" Hawkeye was a little worried, as this might involve supernatural powers, or at the very least, a large biological research company.

For the former, no one knew how many bizarre powers they possessed; heaven knew if they could curse them to death from afar.

If it were the latter, it would be even more terrifying, implying that this group was using religion as a cover for biological research and tax evasion.

In that case, it would mean the boss behind it all was a major capitalist, the true master of America.

And S.H.I.E.L.D., to put it bluntly, was just the guard dogs kept by these Masters.

If they dared to turn against their masters, wouldn't they be killed on the spot?

What's more, bringing such ample firepower to kill their masters was simply rebelling against heaven!

"Barton, don't worry. At worst, we can pin it all on Kingpin. Anyway, that gang leader appears to be well-behaved, but he's not honest behind the scenes. The Masters above are already finding him a bit annoying.

If this is just one of the Masters' assets, we can just shift the blame to him. You know, our Director is not someone to be trifled with, and the other side will just go along with it."

Although he didn't know why Coulson was so confident in this new Director, Coulson was still the commander of this operation, and all Hawkeye could do was obey.

"Barton, we should first…"

Just as Coulson was about to lay out the operational plan, he suddenly saw a bald woman appear in front of them for some unknown reason.

"Greetings, guardians of the mortal world. I am Ancient One, the Mage. I require your assistance this time."

Ancient One's voice was deep and magnetic. Around him, there was a faint, strange energy fluctuation that made the surrounding air tremble.

Coulson and Hawkeye exchanged glances. Just as they were about to storm the cult's fortress, they suddenly encountered a Mage head-on.

Something's wrong, definitely something's wrong!

"Ancient One, the Mage, may I call you that?"

"Of course, Agent Barton."

Ancient One nodded slightly and continued, "I have sensed an unusual dark power gathering here. This power threatens the balance of the real world. Although I am the guardian of Kamar-Taj, facing a threat of this magnitude, I also need your assistance."

This statement stunned Hawkeye. Putting aside whether this woman's words were credible, how did she know his name?

A mixture of caution and curiosity flashed in Hawkeye's eyes. He deliberately used a provocative tone, "Oh? Master Mage, you know our names so clearly. Do you also know what we had for dinner last night?"

Ancient One was unfazed by Hawkeye's provocation. His face remained calm and detached.

"Agent Barton, a name is just a designation. What matters is the threat we face together. As for your dinner, that is not within my scope of concern. However, I can tell you that my perception abilities far exceed your imagination."

"Is that so? I don't think so. This is all just you putting on a show."

Hawkeye stepped forward, intending to teach this pretentious woman a lesson.

He had seen plenty of these charlatans, who were all about deception and fraud. A good beating would make them behave.

Before Hawkeye finished speaking, he lunged towards Ancient One like an arrow released from a bow. His bow and arrow instantly transformed into a silver lightning bolt, aimed directly at the Mage's heart.

However, just as the arrow was about to touch Ancient One, he gently raised his hand, condensing a pale blue energy shield at his fingertips. The arrow was easily deflected, as if it were merely a gentle breeze.

"Agent Barton, your courage is commendable, but violence is not the only way to solve problems."

Ancient One's voice remained calm, without a trace of anger.

"In this world full of unknowns, we need wisdom and cooperation, not pointless conflict."

Hawkeye was stunned and froze in place. He had never seen anyone neutralize his attack so effortlessly.

However, this alone was not enough to make him, an elite agent, surrender.

"Hmph, a trick of putting on a show. I want to see how capable you really are!"

Hawkeye said, drawing his bowstring again, preparing to launch a more ferocious assault.

But then, Ancient One appeared before him with even greater speed. With a gentle wave of his hand, he sent Hawkeye flying. No, there was another him in front of Hawkeye. Had his soul been knocked out of his body?

Coulson and the others didn't see this horrifying scene. They only saw Hawkeye shoot an arrow, and then as he approached the bald woman, he was blocked by an unknown force.

Hawkeye was about to continue fighting, and as Coulson prepared to stop him, the bald woman who called herself the Ancient One quickly appeared before Hawkeye. She lightly patted him, and then her brave colleague slumped down limply.

The scene was terrifying!

Could such power truly exist in this world?

Coulson swallowed, thinking that if this bald woman had this level of power and still needed their help, then inside that church...

"Hello, Mage Ancient One, I believe this is a wonderful misunderstanding."