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Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 87 When it comes to killing, you have to find a professional. · Oct 29, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: No dark and heavy secrets, everything is light and bright~ 2026-10-29
52 Chapter 52 An elegant Meditation Room with a wide view where one could see the snow-capped mountains. 2026-10-29
53 Chapter 53: Coworkers are Benefactors 2026-10-29
54 Chapter 54: Envious Mordo 2026-10-29
55 Chapter 55: A Junior Sister Arrives at Kamar-Taj 2026-10-29
56 Chapter 56: The Gentle Wong 2026-10-29
57 Chapter 57 Despite being a noble lady who often complained about classes 2026-10-29
58 Chapter 58: This Girl is a Keeper! 2026-10-29
59 Chapter 59 Sumire’s Immortal Life 2026-10-29
60 Chapter 60 Sumire took a bite of a potato chip with righteous indignation 2026-10-29
61 Chapter 61: Reze’s Nightmare 2026-10-29
62 Chapter 62 She was too attached to this ”country mouse’s life.” 2026-10-29
63 Chapter 63: Pain and Pleasure 2026-10-29
64 Chapter 64 She instinctively rubbed against the pillow 2026-10-29
65 Chapter 65: The Fourth Incarnation! 2026-10-29
66 Chapter 66 What was most heart-stopping was those eyes. 2026-10-29
67 Chapter 67: The Control Devil and... Controlling the Control Devil 2026-10-29
68 Chapter 68: The Tacit Understanding Between Sumire and Makima 2026-10-29
69 Chapter 69 Any fatal damage Makima received would be converted into diseases or accidents among Japanese citizens. 2026-10-29
70 Chapter 70: Makima’s Rat Army 2026-10-29
71 Chapter 71 An indescribable aura belonging to a high-level predator instantly enveloped the brute. 2026-10-29
72 Chapter 72: Uninvited Guest 2026-10-29
73 Chapter 73 She looked like a big sister from next door who had wandered into the wrong room 2026-10-29
74 Chapter 74: Star-Crossed Lovers 2026-10-29
75 Chapter 75 Seeing Makima walking toward the life-hanging Fisk 2026-10-29
76 Chapter 76: Rewards for a Good Child 2026-10-29
77 Chapter 77 In the World of chainsaw man 2026-10-29
78 Chapter 78: It Turns Out I’m Makima’s Cat? 2026-10-29
79 Chapter 79 If those people were dogs... 2026-10-29
80 Chapter 80: A Good Child’s Kiss 2026-10-29
81 Chapter 81 Not only did Makima gain tens of thousands of lives 2026-10-29
82 Chapter 82: Nick Fury, What the Hell Are You Doing? 2026-10-29
83 Chapter 83 Fisk was like a startled giant Beast 2026-10-29
84 Chapter 84: Kingpin’s Eyes Suddenly Cleared 2026-10-29
85 Chapter 85 A charity organization? 2026-10-29
86 Chapter 86: No Russian 2026-10-29
87 Chapter 87 When it comes to killing, you have to find a professional. 2026-10-29
88 Chapter 88: I Don’t Like the Sound of That 2026-10-29
89 Chapter 89 Although she had never met Reze 2026-10-29
90 Chapter 90: ”Devil” Hunting ”Humans” 2026-10-29
91 Chapter 91 The job is done 2026-10-29
92 Chapter 92: Dragons are the Symbol of an Emperor 2026-10-29
93 Chapter 93 The site’s searchlights weren’t on 2026-10-29
94 Chapter 94: Makima’s Finger of Death 2026-10-29
95 Chapter 95 Sumire knew the time was ripe. 2026-10-29
96 Chapter 96 Makima: Hail HYDRA 2026-10-29
97 Chapter 97 At the moment of life and death 2026-10-29
98 Chapter 98: Haha, Why Don’t You Look Behind You Again? 2026-10-29
99 Chapter 99 Sitwell immediately retracted all his curiosity 2026-10-29
100 Chapter 100: Sumire’s New Stronghold 2026-10-29

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 When it comes to killing, you have to find a professional.

When it comes to killing, you have to find a professional.

”Makima, what do you think?”

”If it’s for killing... that person might be the most suitable, and they are low-profile enough.”

Thus, Makima and Sumire reached a tacit agreement... The second figure walking out of the elevator was a tall woman, standing at a staggering 1.8 meters.

She had long, silvery-white hair tied casually into a ponytail behind her head. She wore a slightly loose white shirt and black trousers, carrying no weapons in her hands.

Most striking was the black eyepatch covering her right eye.

She was expressionless, one might even say World-weary.

The coldness and indifference radiating from her very core made it seem as if the dozens of armed thugs before her were nothing more than a patch of weeds waiting to be harvested.

Yes, Sumire and Makima had chosen Quanxi.

I can’t imagine how powerful those hands would be when fingering someone.

The first Devil Hunter, and also a Crossbow Weapon Human of the same ”race” as Reze.

As for why she was chosen? Sumire had very sound reasons.

First, her strength was beyond doubt.

Although in terms of pure destructive power, Quanxi wasn’t top-tier—her range of fire didn’t even match Reze’s Bomb—she excelled due to her unparalleled combat experience and assassination skills.

Without the need to blow up the entire building, Quanxi’s killing efficiency was absolutely T0-tier.

Secondly, whether it was the Typhoon Devil that could create hurricanes or the mountain-like Colossus of Justice, Galio, their sizes were too massive and conspicuous.

This included the Incarnations as well.

Reze, Perona, and Lux either lacked sufficient lethality or their abilities were too high-profile, easily drawing unnecessary trouble.

Sumire’s current strategy was to develop quietly and then surprise everyone, not wanting to trigger S.H.I.E.L.D. or anyone else.

Of course, besides these high-sounding reasons, there was a more important one. That was... Sumire was actually an irredeemable ”face-con.”

The previous candidate summons couldn’t be called good-looking; they were just plain ugly... one might even say they were a bit SAN-draining.

Moria?

That gloomy zombie shut-in who looks like a moldy green onion?

Pass.

Typhoon Devil?

This one was even more of a heavyweight. Calling it a Typhoon Devil, it was more like a combination of a Large Intestine Devil and a Giant Baby Devil.

Pass!

Only Galio could be considered tall and mighty, but overall, he was still a big dummy.

On the other hand, there was Quanxi.

White hair, eyepatch, white shirt, long-legged onee-san—cool and dashing. Moreover, Quanxi was a lesbian, even a Chinese lesbian.

Wasn’t this the perfect match?!

Sumire felt like she had met an old friend in a foreign land; one beauty appreciating another!

Even if just for the eye candy, she had to choose Quanxi!

...However, Quanxi was a summon, after all, not an Incarnation like Reze and the others.

Sumire couldn’t completely take over her body and mind as she did with the Incarnations.

At this moment, she was the original Quanxi with her own independent consciousness.

Like Kumashi, she had been implanted with some basic knowledge, but her mind was still full of question marks.

Quanxi scratched her head in some distress, a trace of confusion flashing in her exposed eye:

”So... Makima disappeared because she ran off to another World?”

”Why... did I follow along too... Was I controlled by her? When did that happen...”

She sighed, her voice carrying a deep exhaustion. ”Can I still go back? They’re still waiting for me at home for dinner...”

However, before she could get an answer to this philosophical question, the Russians had already snapped out of it.

They had no idea what these two women were here for.

In the eyes of those hormone-addled gangsters, they only saw two girls with pretty faces who had actually delivered themselves to their doorstep.

”Hey, look what we have here.”

A bald guy whistled, dropped the gun in his hand, and a wretched, greedy smile appeared on his face.

The surrounding lackeys also let out malicious laughter as they slowly closed in, their gazes roaming wantonly over Reze and Quanxi. ”Are you lost, girls? Do you need your uncles to show you the way?”

Looking at these filthy men approaching without a care for their lives.

The confusion in Quanxi’s eyes vanished.

It was replaced by an annoyance at being disturbed, and... a coldness as if looking at dead people.

”Forget it, let’s get to work first.” Quanxi sighed softly, as if talking to herself, or perhaps passing a sentence.

She cracked her neck slightly and said softly in that lazy, magnetic voice—

”No Russian.”

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