Chapter 698

Wanda had long known that the weather in the United Kingdom was terrible. Yet now, she still secretly cursed the trouble this awful weather had caused her. Rainwater had begun seeping up through the grass beneath the carefully chosen soles of her knee-high boots, black grains of mud clung to her heels, and even with an umbrella, she could not avoid the trouble caused by the puddles on Hall Road. Heather grew in wild disorder, while squat gargoyle statues crouched comically on either side of the low, moss-covered fence. Pietro shrugged—he was wearing sneakers, and though their soles were already soaked through, that did not affect his performance. He even deliberately stomped a few times, making the soles squeak.

"Hey, want me to carry you over there?" Pietro spread his hands. "I guarantee no one will see us. Agent Hill already told me to avoid being seen using my powers whenever possible, because we don't have any authorization. Are you still angry, little sister?"

"Yes, I'm still angry, Pietro." Wanda rolled her eyes irritably. The hot coffee she had drunk not long ago did nothing to warm her. A cold gust swept past, and the skin beneath her dark red leather jacket immediately broke out in goosebumps. She could not be sure this had nothing to do with their destination. Generally speaking, places haunted by ghosts tended to have lower temperatures. The problem was that temperatures in the British countryside were already dropping constantly with the rain. Weather that had called for light summer clothes only moments ago had suddenly turned into late autumn on the verge of winter.

"This is a joint operation. Let's show a little teamwork!" Pietro said helplessly. After a long period of training, he had finally been allowed to take part in operations. However, Agent