Marvel: All My Incarnations Are S-Class Villainesses

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Dragons are the Symbol of an Emperor

Unlike Sumire,

Although Makima was also skilled at staying behind the scenes to control the overall situation, she would occasionally go to the scene in person for the sake of her goals.

For instance, right now, while Reze and Quanxi were clearing out the Russian Gang, Makima wasn’t idle either.

A pitch-black bulletproof Maybach was parked in the shadows half a block away from the destination.

Makima sat elegantly in the back seat, the window lowered only a crack.

Those golden ringed eyes were unfocused, as if she were daydreaming, but as several plump sparrows landed on the top of a wall, through their eyes, Makima and Sumire’s vision extended all the way into the deepest part of this construction site.

No matter how many times I see it, it’s hard to keep a straight face.

Observing from the shadows.

This was an unfinished building construction site located on the edge of Hells Kitchen.

On the surface, it was overgrown with weeds and several streetlights were broken, but deep within the site, several black Chevrolet Suburbans were parked.

Two groups of people were currently in a standoff here.

The group on the right was dressed uniformly in black suits and white shirts, with acoustic tube earpieces in their ears. They looked like ordinary federal Agents, but the slight bulge at the hem of their suits and the way their hands remained pressed to their waists even during negotiations revealed the elite and dangerous nature of this group.

However, the most eye-catching one was the man in the suit leading them; he had a very prominent, large bald head.

Sumire almost lost it the moment she saw him.

She might not have been certain if she were looking at someone else, but seeing this boiled egg—that white bald man standing at the very front, wearing glasses and exuding a bureaucratic air—Sumire immediately knew exactly who these men in suits were.

Aren’t these guys S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents?

Or rather, they were HYDRA Agents within S.H.I.E.L.D.

The leader with the large bald head was none other than Jasper Sitwell.

He was a senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and also a key backbone of HYDRA lurking within the organization.

Who knows why—maybe the work pressure at S.H.I.E.L.D. was too high? Did they have to work overtime every day?

Nick Fury and Jasper Sitwell, these two bald heads—one black and one white—really were quite a comical sight.

Sumire turned her gaze to the other side.

Opposite the suit-clad Agents stood a group of masked eccentrics wearing dark red ninja attire.

They surrounded an elderly Chinese woman leaning on a cane, treating her like the moon among the stars.

”The Hand... Madame Gao?”

It seemed Wesley’s intelligence was completely correct; The Hand was indeed secretly collaborating with HYDRA.

So the question was... what were they trying to do?

The cold wind howled, kicking up dry dust from the construction site and hitting the bulletproof glass of the black car with a rustling sound.

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