After hanging up the call with the devil, Suzanne imagined Mcauliffe's face. She sighed in relief, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel proud. It was inevitable that he would settle accounts with her in the future, but she could drink now. She could deal with it when she returned to London. Anyway, she still had Aunt Annie to protect her.
Thinking of this, Suzanne felt much more at ease.
Putting aside the possibility of Mcauliffe's revenge in the future, she stepped on the gas pedal and sped up to the limit again. She sped off in the direction of Washington.
When she came out of Xavier Institute, it was already afternoon. Now, the sun was setting in the west, and it was rush hour.
When she entered the city, a long line of cars blocked the road and moved as fast as a snail. Objectively speaking, no matter how impatient Suzanne was, she couldn't directly drive over the long line of cars.
And at this time, she was a bit worried about how many people were left in the triangular wing building.
Agents were also government workers. Due to the degree of danger of their work, their benefits were even higher than that of civil servants. At this time, people who were supposed to get off work had already gone home. Even if there were still some patrolling officers in the building, with their ranks, it was probably useless.
Maybe there were some important documents in the building, but she was just an actress. Even with Jessica, who had received a little firearms training, it would be a fool's dream for her to invade SHIELD's base camp without leaving any traces with her amateur skills.
For the sake of her dream, she didn't want to expose her abnormality in public. Besides, if she dared to do so, Mcauliffe and Bruce would skin her alive.
Thinking of this, Suzanne was a bit discouraged. She didn't think it through. As soon as she received the news, she couldn't sit still and rushed over without thinking clearly. No wonder she didn't find anything.
Seeing that half an hour had passed and she hadn't even moved two kilometers, her pair of black mercury eyes were filled with annoyance. Irritated, she pushed her silky long hair back, revealing her smooth and full forehead.
She scratched her head hard and stared at the motionless taillights in front of her. Suzanne had to consider finding a hotel for the night.
At this moment, a lively and cute loli voice suddenly sounded in her mind. "Suzie, I caught an artificial intelligence life called Zola. It said it's a Hydra."
"Artificial intelligence?" Suzanne was confused. "Hydra is so advanced? There's an artificial intelligence life? "
Then, she remembered Iron Man's AI butler and immediately reacted. Her eyes were filled with excitement. "Hydra's artificial intelligence, then doesn't it know a lot? Jessica, dig out everything it knows. "
Poor Doctor Zola was immediately subjected to an inhumane, uh, inhumane, skin-stripping scan. From inside to outside, all the memories and secrets stored in his programmed brain were completely stripped clean by Jessica. Even the memory of him wetting his pants when he was a child was not spared.
She observed a moment of silence for Doctor Zola.
Jessica transmitted all the information she obtained from Zola to Suzanne's mind. After receiving such a piece of information that almost wiped out all the secrets of Hydra, even with Suzanne's indifferent personality, she still wanted to light a candle for S.H.E.L.D..
After the end of World War II, the scientists who originally wanted to introduce Hydra into the organization ended up inviting a snake into the house, causing the organization to be completely infiltrated from top to bottom. To put it bluntly, what was the point of calling it S.H.E.L.D.? Why not just call it Hydra Division?
Suzanne didn't care about S.H.E.L.D.. She wasn't a patriot. Moreover, whether it was in her previous life or in this life, the United States was not her motherland. Who cares about their secret service intelligence department?
However, Hydra was a different story. Especially after she learned about the so-called "Winter Soldier Plan" and Dong Bing's true identity, she poured all her hatred on Hydra. She already wanted to kill them, but now she was even more determined to grind their bones to dust.
The urgent desire for revenge made her restless, and she didn't want to wait for even a second. However, after learning that S.H.E.L.D. wasn't infiltrated by a few random spies, but instead, became a Hydra Division, she didn't dare to act rashly.
On the surface, S.H.E.L.D. was still a national organization. With their protection, if she dared to directly attack other bases, she would be wanted by the entire world at any moment. She wanted to become famous, but not in this way.
Her thoughts had never been as clear as they were now. If she wanted to deal with Hydra, she had to deal with S.H.E.L.D. first. Due to the restriction of her identity, she couldn't directly confront them. However, she knew more than one people who didn't fear power and dared to directly confront them.
She could borrow their strength and kill with a borrowed knife. This was the time where the wisdom of her ancestors came in handy.
But before that, she still had some other things to do.
She narrowed her eyes, and her dark pupils flashed with a hint of sharpness, and Suzanna ordered in a cold voice: "Jessica, investigate for me, Alexander Pierce, the Hydra Boss who is now in charge of SHIELD, where will he stay tonight."
After she got the result, she turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas pedal. The Durange immediately turned a corner and merged into another traffic.
The sky had turned dark, and Suzanne arrived at a villa area.
She really should thank the privacy of the rich. Although it wasn't the wilderness, the nearest neighbor was at least 500 meters away, and there was also a beautifully trimmed dense forest separating them.
The quiet and secluded environment maximized the rich's need for their own territory and privacy. At the same time, it was also a great convenience for people like Suzanne who didn't have any good intentions.
What was even better was that the security in this villa area didn't rely on security guards. Instead, it was all high-tech, such as password locks, infrared laser scanning, ultrasound … These devices were natural barriers for others, but for Suzanne, there was nothing more suitable.
It would be troublesome if there were security guards patrolling. If the security guards attacked her and Jessica caused trouble, what should she do? They were just doing their job dutifully. She didn't want to kill them for no reason.
After parking the car in a slightly hidden place, Jessica told her that Pirs was alone in the villa. Suzanne opened the door and swaggered out of the car without any disguise.
Anyway, Jessica had taken care of the monitoring along the way, so she didn't need to worry about exposing her whereabouts. As for Pirs who would see her true face, Suzanne sneered, which made people's scalp numb.
With the help of Jessica, Suzanne entered the villa without any hindrance. After getting the information that Pirs was in the bedroom on the second floor, Suzanne didn't even look at the elegantly decorated hall, but went straight to the second floor.
She accurately came to the door of the master bedroom. Looking at the warm yellow light leaking through the crack of the door, Suzanne raised the corner of her mouth with satisfaction. It seemed that she could save the trouble of breaking the door. She didn't even bother to disguise herself and directly kicked the unlatched door open, which hit the wall with a bang.
Through the wide open door, Suzanne's sight directly met the person inside the door.
Pierre seemed to have been prepared for it. He stood by the window and pointed his gun at Suzanne. His orange skin old face was extremely gloomy, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
As the former director of S.H.E.L.D., Pirs had never lost his vigilance as an agent. He didn't know where this girl came from, but it was obvious that she was quite capable since she could break all the way here without triggering any alarm.
But what puzzled him was that no matter how he looked at her, he couldn't find any traces of rigorous training on this girl who was as beautiful as a superstar. Whether it was her posture or her steps, she wasn't much better than ordinary people. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been discovered by him not long after entering the door.
That was the strange part. A little girl like this dared to barge into his villa alone. If she wasn't retarded, then she must be quite capable. She didn't look like a fool. Thinking about the countless superpowered people in this world, Pierce became even more vigilant.
Hearing the old man's question, Suzanne didn't even bother to look at him. She only sneered, "I'm the one who wants your life." Then she rushed forward.
Fortunately, she had already changed into sportswear that was convenient for sports. She wore a knitted sweater, jeans, and sneakers, and even had her hair tied up in a ponytail. She dressed like a female student who had not yet graduated. Otherwise, she would still be wearing a pair of ten centimeters high heels and would not be able to run even if she wanted to.
Her movement wasn't very fast and didn't look aggressive, but Pirs didn't dare to let her get close at all. Since she dared to say such words, she must have an unusual ability. She was so eager to get close to him. Maybe distance was the key to her ability.
In the blink of an eye, Pirs made the decision. He was completely worthy of his years as an agent. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
The bullet whistled out of the barrel and flew faster and fiercer than an arrow leaving the bow, flying towards Suzanne's head. In such a short distance, the bullet arrived in front of Suzanne's door in the blink of an eye.
In the next second, Pirs, who was extremely confident in his marksmanship and was waiting for Suzanne's head to explode, widened his eyes in shock.
The moment the bullet was close to the girl's skin, not only did it not directly penetrate her head as he imagined, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and stopped there.
Seeing this, Pirs's pupils shrank. He didn't even try again and immediately rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window. Guns and bullets were useless against this girl. He didn't know what other strange abilities she had. Without knowing the enemy's situation, it was better to retreat first. It wouldn't be too late to kill her after he met up with his subordinates.
She dared to attack the director of S.H.E.L.D. without even covering her face. A fierce light flashed across Pirs's eyes. When the time came, he would definitely repay this ignorant arrogance.
In the middle of venting his anger, Pirs saw that he was about to break through the floor-to-ceiling window and escape. Suddenly, he felt his body lighten and then darkness covered him.
It seemed like he was covered in fabric!
With the bullet in her hand, Suzanne calmly crossed her arms and looked at the pile of clothes in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Not long after, a black dung beetle crawled out.
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