A few minutes later, both of them had mostly recovered their strength and could leave.
Hive looked at Viper, who was applying makeup in a mirror beside him. He had no idea what she could even see in such dim light. Using telepathy, he asked, "What are your plans next?"
"My favorite mirror was shattered. What could I possibly do against Deathstroke? I couldn't even see his movements when he attacked. I'd better stop going to the front lines myself in the future."
Viper looked pitiful as she used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the lower half of her face, then reapplied her lipstick. She kicked several empty Flaming Skulls beside her into the black clouds.
The column of black smoke trembled a few times, as though something were twisting inside it. Hive half-closed his eyes. "It's not a matter of distance."
"You mean right now? I'll probably withdraw to India. After all, all my people are dead." Viper tossed away her mirror and swept back her long golden hair. "This is the perfect opportunity. My branch and I will go deep underground. The old Viper is dead. You can choose someone new to take her place. From now on, I'll be called Madame Hydra."
"I understand. I won't tell anyone about this, including Zemo and Kraken. Madame Hydra and Faustus are dead anyway. You can take his place under a new identity, as another member of the High Council." Hive answered calmly as yellowish-brown tentacles began growing from his chin.
The new Madame Hydra nodded. She had used her old codename for many years, and honestly, she was rather reluctant to give it up.
But since her authority in the High Council had been preserved, she could treat the codename as a gift for someone else. It