Robert Reynolds's eyes rapidly bloodshot. In less than three seconds, his head lolled to one side, and he died.
"He's dead?" The maid had seen plenty of life and death. One glance told her he had lost all signs of life. She was not afraid of corpses; she simply felt that squatting here for several hours had not been worth it.
"No, this is a very subtle chemical reaction. He is undergoing a transformation. Let me take a good look." Daisy had already seen the changes within Robert Reynolds. His molecular structure was reorganizing, and he had hit a probability infinitesimally close to zero with absolute certainty.
People with ideals and ambitions, people who had endured countless grueling training sessions, could only waste away in Hydra. Yet someone without ideals, someone who did not even know what he was supposed to do, could become a powerhouse through luck—and one of the very strongest at that. What a ridiculous fact.
It was unfair! Daisy felt indignant on behalf of those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Hydra elites. Pick any one of them at random, and they would have a hundred ways to crush the previous Robert Reynolds.
Watching such immense power fall into the hands of a drug addict pained her. She felt it was necessary to correct this mistake in the Marvel world.
She could not control the cause, but she could intercept the result. She had the strength to do so.
Daisy's eyes flashed with white light as she pushed her psychic power to its limit. During the interval before Robert Reynolds came back to life, her psychic power slipped in with ease.
She found that doorway leading to a new universe—a brand-new universe capable of providing the power of a million stars.
When Robert Reynolds was swept into the massive