To be honest, the mess Robbie Reyes had caused this time was not easy to resolve.
Half the prison's inmates were dead, and the few vials in Wanda Maximoff's and the S.H.I.E.L.D. team's hands were nowhere near enough. By the time the police discovered the anomaly at South Ridge Prison, the horrific scene inside was enough to frighten the fainthearted unconscious. Faced with the surging tide of prisoners, the witch finally stepped in, but it seemed the fear switches in those inmates' brains had been turned off. No matter how she displayed her magic, they still roared and charged forward—news reports mentioned that a "terrorist organization" that hated Inhumans had been among them. Those idiots had been caught by the police the moment they entered Los Angeles. After so many cases, the Los Angeles Police desperately needed one that could restore their reputation, and these thugs had walked right into the line of fire.
They had thought Robbie Reyes and Wanda Maximoff were Inhumans. Coupled with the illusions Lucy Ball had cast upon them, neither the charred corpses nor the remains crushed into pulp could shake the resolve of these thugs, who had once preyed on the weak and feared the strong, to keep charging. Nearly every member of the "terrorist organization" imprisoned there was dead. When Agent Coulson and Agent May arrived, they had no choice but to step across floors soaked in blood and ash, pass through empty cells, and drag several still-dazed prison guards behind them.
"Holy shit..."
"I'm certain those footprints were left by Wanda Maximoff, Robbie Reyes, and Elias Morrow." Coulson pointed at the chaotic footprints ahead amid the ashes and pools of blood. "Mike, did you see where they went?"
"Coulson, they threw away their earpieces." Mike and Fitz, who remained aboard Zephyr One