Fleeing in Panic (Please Bookmark and Recommend)

Hill had great confidence in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strength. "This is the right decision. S.H.I.E.L.D. can fully protect you."

Thinking of Daisy's combat ability, she asked curiously, "Is that old woman really that formidable? Even at your current level, you can't beat her?"

Daisy secretly weighed it over and shook her head slightly. "I looked into some of her records. Do you believe someone could live for several centuries?"

It was obvious that Nick Fury thought highly of Hill, and Hill knew quite a few secrets. She nodded. "I believe it."

Although Daisy had no clearance after joining S.H.I.E.L.D., she had the backing of a powerful organization and had indeed gathered quite a bit of information. Ancient records were vague, but after human civilization entered the twentieth century, Madam Gao began appearing in scattered accounts. These records spanned a vast period of time, and even based on what was currently available, it could be concluded that Madam Gao had lived for more than four hundred years.

"Based on the existing records, she first appeared in historical accounts in 1603, attending Tokugawa Ieyasu's inauguration ceremony as shogun as an honored guest. After that, she remained active in Southeast Asia, then came to the Americas during World War I."

After speaking, Daisy took out her phone and showed Hill an NYPD wanted poster. Old Mrs. Gao's face, like dried tree bark, had been captured vividly by the artist. Judging by several facial features, Daisy thought there was a seventy to eighty percent resemblance.

"She's really old." That was Hill's first reaction upon seeing the wanted poster. "At that age, how much strength could she still have?"

"Unfathomable. Conventional weapons probably can't hurt her at all. If you find any news about her on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal network, notify me immediately."

Daisy had never relaxed her watch over that deranged old woman. She was like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows, liable to leap out and strike at her at any moment.

Hill claimed that she was no longer an aide, but her clearance was still intact. With Hill helping investigate, once they found Madam Gao's trail, they would open fire without hesitation. No matter how powerful her qi was, she could not withstand a rain of bullets!

If that still was not enough, they would deploy a Quinjet and use its cannons. Daisy refused to believe they could not kill an old woman who practiced martial arts.

After thanking Hill for her help, the two of them finally escaped the inexplicable awkwardness from before.

Afterward, their conversation returned to life in New York and S.H.I.E.L.D. training.

Before long, all the stars of tonight's bar event had arrived. Rather than drive away unrelated patrons, they warmly greeted everyone.

Some knew each other and chatted together, while others were complete strangers and entered the bar cautiously.

But whether they knew one another or not, everyone present today was a woman! From their clothes and makeup, they seemed to come from all walks of life, ranging in age from twenty to forty.

If Black Widow had been there, she would definitely have noticed the problem. She might have joined the revelry and let herself go, or simply shaken her head and left. Either was possible.

However, Hill had not carried out many infiltration and reconnaissance missions, and Daisy was even less experienced. She had never seen a setting like this before. The two rookie agents watched in confusion as more and more women filled the bar.

Neither of them really understood what event was being held tonight.

Daisy suggested retreating again, but Hill refused on the grounds that they still had a mission to complete.

The lights began to soften, and the music turned gentle. The women embraced one another, exchanging flirtatious looks, while some began teasing each other in low voices.

Daisy was stunned. After all, she came from a world with more advanced communication and broader access to information, and she gradually began to understand what was going on.

Her neck stiffened as she turned to exchange a look with Hill.

The female aide's face was full of bewilderment. She only felt that the atmosphere was strange, but she had not yet figured out what exactly was strange about it.

Soon, two beautiful girls emerged from the crowd. One had an outstanding presence, while the other was delicate and demure. Holding hands, they looked like a pair of best friends.

Daisy could not understand Hungarian, but she could read expressions.

Hill understood every word. Her pale blue eyes widened enormously, her small mouth slightly open in disbelief.

The two beautiful girls loudly announced something to the crowd below, then kissed amid the applause.

"Heh, looks like the bar was rented out tonight by this... this group of theirs... They're coming out, right? It's quite a celebration. Let's get out of here!" Daisy said nervously.

Hill nodded hurriedly. At this moment, she had forgotten all about the mission, Dr. Pym, and the original Ant-Man. To hell with them!

The two grabbed their things and tried to head outside, but the place was packed. Some young women were dressed fashionably and boldly, wildly excited. Some shouted at the top of their lungs, some took off their outerwear and flung it away, and others popped champagne in celebration.

Deafening music began to play, its vibrations severely interfering with her senses. She could only withdraw her power and rely on her eyesight to make her way out.

With a pop, a woman opening champagne right beside Daisy moved too broadly, spraying her from shoulder to lower abdomen.

Her clothes were thin, and the champagne instantly soaked through them, running down from her lower abdomen to her legs.

The other woman was very friendly and hurriedly apologized. Daisy could not start throwing punches over such a minor accident, so she could only accept her bad luck.

Inside, she cursed the bar owner for taking every kind of business and dragging her into this mess.

Daisy grabbed Hill and headed outside, only to be baptized by champagne twice more along the way. She looked like a drenched chicken.

Even the usually cold and stern female aide looked miserable. Her heel had snapped, leaving her no choice but to carry her shoes in her hands.

After untold hardship, the two rookie agents finally fought their way out of the enthusiastic crowd.

They looked at each other, both speechless.

Strands of Daisy's hair clung to her forehead and shoulders. Her clothes were soaked through, and she reeked of alcohol.

Hill looked slightly better. Standing behind Daisy, most of the champagne had hit Daisy instead. Hill only had some spilled alcohol from her chest to her lower abdomen, but her high heels were completely ruined, so she could only hold them stupidly in her hands.

If they met up with Black Widow and the others looking like this, they would be mocked for the rest of their lives! Daisy shook her head at the thought of her fake bestie Sharon laughing so hard she doubled over.

Hill cared even more about things like dignity and appearances, so she thought of the same issue.

This embarrassing secret could not be known by outsiders. The two quickly agreed not to meet up with the others tonight.

Daisy felt extremely uncomfortable remaining drenched like this. She took off her high heels as well and ran swiftly toward the hotel.

It was already late at night, and the small hotel had few guests.

Pushing open her room door, Daisy felt uncomfortable all over. The alcohol clung to her body, mixed with sweat, and smelled truly awful.

She was already embarrassed beyond belief, so there was nothing left to be shy about. She directly took off her outerwear, but the fabric was poor quality and she used a little too much strength. With a rip, it tore cleanly in half.