Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Uninvited Guests

Even Wakanda is invaded or flooded every other day, and it’s crawling with K’Santes and Doras... there isn’t even a single eye-pleasing beauty... In the comics, there was at least Storm, but unfortunately, there’s nothing like that here.

”The only way to solve this once and for all is to directly wipe out S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Sumire lay on the bed, eating potato chips while contemplating life. ”But that’s clearly unrealistic right now. I only have a few people under me; it’s easy to break in, but completely uprooting them is too difficult.”

”Or...”

A bolder idea popped into Sumire’s mind. ”Should I just take over S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Sumire?

”Hehe, this actually fits my values better.”

Instead of hiding, it’s better to just usurp the throne and become the boss.

”I still need to hurry up and earn villainess value. Maybe I’ll have a suitable Incarnation in the future who can help me fulfill this wish?”

Sumire thought about her current look, which lacked both brains and brawn, and shook her head.

Relying on herself, she probably wouldn’t even manage to get a low-level position in S.H.I.E.L.D. in her entire life; even being a clerk would be a struggle.

So, the current strategy could be summed up in one word—wait.

Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t dare to have a falling out with them right now.

It’s a delicate ”balance of terror.”

Although Reze is indeed dangerous, if you think about it carefully, they haven’t actually done anything that would provoke universal outrage.

They just blackmailed a big shot like Stark, but Stark himself didn’t mind. They also happened to blow up the Harlem district that was already slated for demolition, making Hulk and Abomination shed a few tiny pearls.

If you call them dangerous, they indeed possess combat power on the level of a small nuclear bomb.

If you call them not dangerous, they haven’t touched the government’s bottom line—they haven’t killed civilians or carried out terrorist attacks.

Especially with Reze, a walking human nuclear bomb, around, an old fox like Fury wouldn’t dare to use force.

Who knows where Reze’s limit is?

If she gets pushed too far, this lady might just pull off a ”Nuclear Peace” in New York, and Nick Fury would likely regret it until his intestines turn green.

If the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move.

Sumire rolled over, continuing to be a lazy rich woman with a clear conscience.

”Kumashi! I want a Coke! An iced one!”

”Yes, My Lord Sumire!”

”Kumashi? Shut up! You’re not cute at all!”

”Yes... My Lord Perona...”

Sumire rolled over, continuing to be a lazy rich woman with a clear conscience, enjoying this hard-earned luxurious life.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the building across the street.

As the night deepened, Natasha remained hidden in the darkness, quite content with the leisure.

She held a cup of steaming coffee, taking small sips.

If Reze were here, she would definitely notice that Natasha’s coffee was the same kind she had bought that day.

”Mmm...”

Just after taking a sip, Natasha couldn’t help but squint her eyes.

This was way too sweet.

It was cloyingly sweet, even a bit harsh on the throat.

She didn’t expect that the cold-blooded Bomb Devil would have a taste so much like a child who hasn’t grown up yet.

However, the flavor was acceptable, and this high sugar intake could help soothe her tense nerves.

Natasha leaned against the window and sighed softly.

It had been a long time since she had performed such an easy mission.

No need to infiltrate heavily guarded Bases, no need to fight for her life against other Agents.

She just needed to sit here, drink coffee, and see if those three shut-in girls across the street went out.

In a sense, she was even a bit grateful to that little bomb girl.

Unfortunately, these good days probably wouldn’t last long.

If there was no movement for a few more days, that old bastard Nick Fury, who treats Agents like slaves, would definitely recall her and throw her somewhere in the middle of nowhere to perform a much harder mission.

Just as Natasha was lamenting this brief vacation, something caught the corner of her eye.

”Hmm?”

In the hallway of the apartment building opposite, four men who looked like thugs were sneakily creeping up.

The leader, a man in a floral shirt, waved his hand impatiently.

A small, thin man following behind immediately crouched in front of a door, took out his tools, and began to skillfully pick the lock.

And behind that door was the very room where Reze and Sumire lived, which Black Widow was monitoring!

Natasha’s eyes widened instantly, and the sweet coffee in her mouth almost sprayed out.

”This is Romanoff, we have a situation.”

She quickly pressed her earpiece and reported the discovery to Nick Fury. ”Someone is attempting to forcibly enter the target’s apartment.”

”Huh?”

On the other end of the comms, Nick Fury even wondered if he had misheard.

Who? Who’s that brave?

Do they have a death wish?

Immediately after, Natasha’s anxious voice came through again:

”Director, they look like local gang members and might be carrying cold weapons. Do you need me to step in and help?”

Hearing this, the always serious Nick Fury was stunned for a few seconds.

Seriously, girl... are you joking?

The girl inside blew Abomination to pieces a few days ago and could fight a monster like Hulk to a standstill.

Don’t be fooled by her appearance as a weak young girl; it’s all a lie!

If things really get physical, forget about some thugs and thieves—even ten of you wouldn’t be enough to take her on alone!

And you want to help?

Who’s helping whom here?

Do you want to go help collect the bodies of those unlucky thugs?

During those few seconds of silence, Natasha seemed to realize what she had just said and felt a bit embarrassed for a moment.

”No need, continue observing!”

Fury ordered irritably, ”If you find something wrong—and I mean if the building is about to be blown down, or if the bomb girl is ready to go on a killing spree—immediately evacuate the public and call for backup. As for those intruders...”

”Wish them luck.”

”Copy that.”

Black Widow helplessly lowered her hand that was about to pull out her gun and picked up her binoculars again, a hint of sympathy for those four death-seeking men showing in her eyes... Meanwhile, in the apartment hallway.

The four men had no idea they were being watched by S.H.I.E.L.D., let alone what was behind the door.

The leader was impatiently shaking his leg, a cheap cigarette dangling from his mouth, with ash falling all over the floor.

”Not done yet? You useless piece of junk!”

The thin man picking the lock had beads of sweat on his forehead as the wire in his hand turned. ”Brother Jason, don’t rush me. This lock style is a bit new and hard to pick. It’ll be ready soon... very soon!”

Jason snorted coldly and began to mutter while looking at the closed door.

”That little wench Su actually moved out of Hells Kitchen overnight. Does she really think she can dodge her debt just by hiding in Queens?”

Another man holding a wooden club chimed in, a lewd smile on his face.

”Exactly. I was thinking if she couldn’t pay back the money, we’d take her away to keep us company. That little thing was quite a snack, tsk tsk... then she suddenly moved here. She’s really ungrateful; she must have found some old man to be her sugar daddy.”

Hearing this, Jason also let out a knowing, lecherous laugh and whispered.

”Heh, you guys don’t know, but a few years ago, that little wench had long hair for a while. She was so beautiful she practically glowed, so tender you could squeeze water out of her.”

”But then, who knows what went wrong when she was running errands for the boss. After owing a huge debt, she left the gang. She probably went through some trauma; she cut her hair short and started dressing like a man every day.”

At this point, Jason licked his lips. ”But... it has its own flavor. That little frame, if I could just hold it...”

”Hehehe...”

The four men outside the door laughed together.

Their foul language was like indulging in a bit of verbal foreplay before a grand feast was served.

Right then.

Click.

With a soft sound, the lock opened.

”It’s open! Brother Jason!”

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