"Who... who are you?!"
Even though Madame Gao had seen four hundred years of the world, she had never seen such an eerie woman before.
When did she appear?
And when did she make her move?
Was that Qigong? magic? Or some even more profane sorcery?
With just a light point of a finger, she could turn a ninja she had cultivated for decades into a lump of rotten meat?
If she were to point at her... A chill crawled up her spine and filled her body; Madame Gao had never been so panicked, but something even more terrifying was yet to come—
Makima lowered her finger, her golden ringed eyes looking past the crowd to meet Madame Gao's gaze from afar.
"Just a passing-by Devil, remember that!"
This somewhat chuunibyou classic line couldn't help but pop into Su Modie's head.
There was really no helping it; hearing Madame Gao ask that, it would have been uncomfortable not to use that meme.
Of course, Makima didn't have that much leisure; she silently scanned the five or six surrounding ninjas with those ringed eyes.
No incantations, no medium required.
Just a single look.
Those death soldiers, who were originally loyal only to The Hand, shuddered violently.
Then, under Madame Gao's horrified gaze.
They turned around and pointed their still-dripping blades at the Master they had served for countless years—Madame Gao.
"You did this? How is that possible..."
Madame Gao felt a chill rush from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.
So the culprit behind those two ninjas who suddenly went berserk earlier was this woman with the strange eyes?!
How did she do it?
How could these ninjas be controlled by someone else?
"Kill."
Makima's red lips parted slightly, and in the gentlest voice, she spat out the most cruel word.
Swish, swish, swish!
Without the slightest hesitation, several ninjas charged frantically at Madame Gao like moths to a flame.
"Get away!!"
Madame Gao had no choice but to strike. The cane in her hand carried a powerful surge of Qi, each strike capable of shattering a ninja's bones, but her heart grew heavier.
「villainess value +73」
「simulation value +126」
Just as she crushed the skull of the last ninja with a palm strike, amidst blood and severed limbs, her old strength spent and her new strength yet to rise.
The woman Madame Gao feared finally made her move personally.
Makima just stood there quietly.
Whoosh—!
Suddenly, from her abdomen, a chain shot out!
Madame Gao's spiritual sense was screaming frantically.
Absolutely must not be touched!
Once connected by that thing, her four hundred years of cultivation, her soul, and her will would all change hands instantly!
"Hah!!"
At the moment of life and death, Madame Gao showed the true foundation of being one of the Five Fingers of The Hand.
She suddenly circulated her Dantian, frantically pouring the Qi she had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years into her limbs and bones.
An invisible surge of energy suddenly exploded around her.
Using this explosive force, her hunched body moved half a meter sideways in the air with startling agility.
Chii!
The chain grazed past her waist.
Although it didn't hit her directly, just passing by made Madame Gao feel the Qi in her body stagnate briefly, and half of her body went numb.
"A monster... this is a true Devil!"
Madame Gao was scared out of her wits, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
She didn't dare have any thought of staying.
She threw several specially made Smoke Bombs onto the ground, and thick smoke exploded instantly.
Under this cover, Madame Gao, like a panicked black spider, crashed through the construction site's fence with all her might, not even daring to look back as she disappeared into the depths of the night in a pathetic state.
"She sure ran fast..."
Su Modie couldn't help but sigh.
After all, she was an old fox who had lived for four hundred years; without some escape methods, she wouldn't have survived this long.
Makima looked in the direction Madame Gao fled but did not pursue.
Her and Su Modie's target from the beginning was not Madame Gao at all.
By now, the entire construction site had become completely quiet.
Except for the sound of blood dripping on the ground, there was no other movement.
Makima turned around and walked with elegant steps toward the Chevrolet Suburban that was currently trembling slightly.
Obviously, this wasn't an Autobot suddenly awakening and playing with its exhaust pipe... but Sitwell hiding in the car, clutching his head and huddled on the driver's side floor mat like a quail.
The screams outside had stopped, which only made him even more afraid.
He didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of attracting anyone's attention.
As for why he didn't just drive away?
The car keys dropped by his feet explained everything... This Agent had likely scrambled into the wrong car in his panic, and after realizing this, he didn't dare get out, worried about being targeted by ninjas, so he could only hide here.
Su Modie was speechless... For HYDRA to produce such an extraordinary individual, and an upper-level backbone at that, they must have accumulated a lot of merit in their past lives.
Click.
The sound of the car door handle being pulled was like a clap of thunder in the silence.
Cold wind poured into the cabin.
Sitwell shuddered all over, and before he could scream, a slender figure had already blocked the moonlight.
He raised his head tremblingly.
He saw a tall woman standing outside the car door, looking down at him.
Under the moonlight, the woman's red hair had an orange-pink glow, and in her pair of golden ringed eyes, there was no killing intent or brutality, but rather... a strange gentleness and compassion.
Like a shepherd looking at a lost lamb.
"Come out, Agent Sitwell." Makima's voice was very soft, carrying an irresistible magic.
Sitwell crawled out of the seat, trembling, his face as pale as paper, unable to even speak clearly: "Don't... don't kill me... I'm from S.H.I.E.L.D...."
"Shh."
Makima interrupted his plea for mercy.
Makima leaned close to his ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, slowly spat out the words that were enough to make Sitwell's heart stop: "Hail HYDRA."
Boom!
Sitwell's mind went blank instantly.
Then, a wild joy called "survival against all odds" erupted like a volcano!
He widened his eyes and looked at Makima, tears almost falling on the spot, his voice filled with sobbing and endless grievance.
"You... you should have said so earlier! You scared me to death!"
It was a good thing it was Makima; if it were anyone else here, they would probably have been amused on the spot by this unlucky kid's pathetic appearance.
In fact, Su Modie in the apartment was already rolling on the bed laughing.
There was really no helping it; Sitwell's appearance was like a wronged little daughter-in-law, and combined with his shiny bald head, it was truly an eyesore.
He looked around nervously like a groundhog and asked in a low voice:
"Where are those bastard ninjas? And that damn old woman?"
"Don't worry." Makima smiled and straightened her cuffs, her tone as indifferent as if she were talking about throwing away a few bags of trash: "Those ninjas have been dealt with. As for Madame Gao... she was lucky and ran very fast."
Sitwell stunned.
"De... dealt with?"
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