"You really don't care about your appearance." Looking at Daisy, fresh and clean in a gray-brown Burberry shirt and CK jeans, with no makeup and her hair simply tied into a ponytail, Jean couldn't help making a few sarcastic remarks.
She had been waiting outside. Having merged with Jean before, Daisy knew just how sharp her super-hearing was. The flames within her body naturally couldn't be released. After a quick wash, Jean had put on makeup, picked out her underwear and clothes, and even at top speed, it had still taken more than half an hour. The pent-up feeling in her body had been unbearably uncomfortable.
"There's no time to dress up on the front lines. Every second counts there, and women in the military shouldn't be wearing this kind of makeup either." Daisy hurriedly brought up the Brood and the Kree, deliberately emphasizing that she wasn't lazy—she was simply so selfless and devoted to the greater good that she no longer needed to dress up!
Jean's attention was indeed drawn away. She knew that Mr. Fantastic had caused trouble, but she didn't know the details of what followed, so she couldn't help asking a few questions.
After giving her a vague, rambling explanation, Daisy, as the leader of the faction and the person most determined to resist, possessed a great deal of firsthand data. Each incident, each case—behind those cold numbers were lives lost.
"For now, this can only be considered the first stage. We've barely held off the enemy, and there'll be a period of back-and-forth fighting afterward." Retaking Xylos Fortress had certainly restored their strategic advantage, but it wasn't nearly as wonderful in terms of the overall situation.
The Brood's crushing defeat had badly hurt the people who had previously preached that the Brood threatened the entire