Fitz and Jemma's efforts to suppress enemy fire are gradually becoming sparse. Their ammunition is also running low, but Mike, the Black Man, due to his great strength, is using a shotgun, and his ammo supply is still somewhat plentiful.
Watching Coulson and the others around him looking as if their bones had been sapped, with faces full of helplessness, Su Ming put away his smile and said softly, "The timing is just right."
"What timing?"
Miranda, who had been paying the closest attention without getting sidetracked, furrowed her delicate brows and looked seriously at Su Ming.
For some reason, she seemed especially wary of Deathstroke, not even glancing at the soda placed in front of her, remaining the most cautious of everyone except Coulson.
Su Ming stood up against the cover, slowly drew the Godslayer from his waist pouch, letting it transform into a large cleaver, with the blade even engraved with four golden Chinese characters 'XX Hero,' leaving May bewildered.
Unlike the mixed bloods like Skye, Melinda Mei is a native Chinese, having grown up in Guangdong. Her mother died young, leaving the family with only her and her brother. Their father smuggled them to the United States to seek refuge with wealthy relatives who ran a restaurant in San Francisco, and life was quite good.
Not long after, the good times ceased when the wealthy relative died, and the restaurant was on the verge of closing. After all, they were immigrants, pursued by the immigration bureau. At the critical moment, May's brother displayed incredible calm and managed to buy a few days from the bureau, witnessed by a Black Man dining in the restaurant at the time.
The Black Man said nothing, but soon after leaving, the immigration bureau came to apologize, claiming all of Melinda's family background information was erased as if washed away, with ironclad evidence showing their family had been Americans since the Civil War.
May's father was then taken to a premium private hospital, receiving top-notch treatment and care services.
Only days later, May discovered her brother had joined a mysterious special organization and was frequently absent because their father was hospitalized, and she was temporarily fostered by a person named Wesley.
Back then, Melinda was only seven, and once she hid in her brother's luggage, sneaking into an odd bar. She secretly drank some alcohol, went wild on stage, but accidentally fell off.
Someone caught her, a woman with beautiful brown curls named Peggy Carter, who had heard May was looking for her brother and wanted to become a special agent. Peggy thought for a moment and agreed, personally teaching Melinda various skills.
By 15, May officially became a special agent, at 17 earned the title 'Iron Rider,' mastering skills indisputably top-notch within the trade, naturally gifted, especially in combat.
However, later events plunged Melinda into deep darkness, with her past classified only accessible to Level 8 Agents, equating her to the likes of Black Widow's 'past' on the same level.
Discussing May's brother afterwards? The family that raised May? May's relatives and friends?
The Strategic Hazard Intervention and Intelligence Logistics Department stated they had never heard of these people, at least not existing in this world...
"While I was diverting all your attention, did none of you notice my butler disappearing? You people are really incompetent special agents." Su Ming said, raising the cleaver as a Teleportation Gate appeared beside him.
It wasn't really their fault. Su Ming started with a skillful distraction, drawing everyone's attention, and Xiaowang chose an obscure corner using a teleportation gate for departure, no ordinary person would notice.
When Deathstroke and Coulson discussed the unclear composition of enemy forces, Xiaowang had already begun action.
The Supreme Mage didn't understand the origin of these two factions, the butler must resolve the Master's issues, such matters a perceptive butler handles without the need for instruction.
Xiaowang's family had held the position of butlers for over 800 years, such tasks require no guidance for him.
Using dual teleportation gates, Xiaowang during transit can employ a pitfall-like trap for unidentified forces, and with a corpse, analysis would unravel the mystery, wouldn't it?
"Thunk!"
A silhouette fell from the golden portal beside, crashing onto the ground, and before everyone could react, Su Ming chopped off the person's head, just like slicing a roast duck on a chopping board.
Instantly, a burst of red blood splattered over everyone, making the cleanliness-loving Bobbi roll her eyes.
"What is this?"
She couldn't stay crouched anymore, stepping back as the freshly descended humanoid appeared not entirely dead, floundering like a fish out of water after decapitation.
She noticed the outfit, a black form-fitting leather suit akin to street Goth youths, wearing sunglasses late at night, while its severed head remained in Coulson's arms.
Coulson couldn't tell if Deathstroke was deliberate, that his chop coincidentally sent the head into his embrace? Moreover, directly meeting his eyes?
Yet, with a strong heart, he simply smiled calmly, placing the severed head aside and retrieving a handkerchief to wipe his hands, "Deathstroke, do you recognize this enemy?"
"Didn't I deliver the crucial evidence into your arms? Open its mouth and see for yourself."