Sumire knew the time was ripe.
"Since the conversation is going nowhere..." A playful light flashed in Sumire's eyes: "Makima, don't let the atmosphere die."
Hearing this, the corners of Makima's mouth curled up slightly—
The negotiation had reached a dead end.
A cold wind swirled between the two.
Sitwell's hand had already quietly pressed onto the Glock pistol at his waist.
Behind him, the row of well-trained Agents did the same.
"It seems there is a lack of basic trust between us."
Madame Gao sighed, appearing to regret this uncouth situation.
She raised her hand, covered in age spots, and gave a light wave.
Receiving the order, two elite ninjas suddenly stepped forward.
"Zheng—"
Bright katanas were unsheathed half an inch, the cold light sharp and biting.
But it was limited to that; Madame Gao's intention was clear.
They wanted to let the bald man in front of them know that The Hand was not to be trifled with at will.
It was just to give Sitwell a small deterrent.
Of course, Madame Gao wouldn't dare kill a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
The trouble that would bring would be far more than what they were facing now.
Sitwell was indeed startled, and his greedy eyes cleared up a bit.
This guy was a coward.
Sumire knew very well that without third-party interference, The Hand and HYDRA would most likely each take a step back.
After all, the original plot was that The Hand continued to dig for the Dragon Bone honestly, and S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't say a word.
Could Sumire tolerate this?
Boring! I want to see blood flow like a river!
Just as Sitwell was about to open his mouth to back down.
Makima, sitting in the luxury car and observing everything, tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes narrowing.
Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the leather armrest, and then... "Swish!!"
The two ninjas who were just about to sheath their swords suddenly lunged without any warning. Their speed was so fast they left afterimages on the retina, driving their blades directly into the chests of the Agents closest to them!
"Puchi!"
The dull sound of sharp blades piercing through fabric and flesh was particularly jarring in the silent night.
Hot blood splattered onto Sitwell's glasses, staining his vision a crimson red.
Sitwell was completely stunned. By the time he realized what had happened, his face turned deathly pale.
It wasn't just him.
On Madame Gao's usually calm face, shock appeared for the first time, as if someone had secretly changed her keybindings.
"Wha...?!"
This was completely different from the order she had given!
"Bastards! You're absolutely insane!" Sitwell screamed in terror. Clearly, he hadn't expected the other side to actually dare to strike. He scrambled backward toward the car: "Fire! Return fire!!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
Gunfire erupted.
The already taut string snapped completely.
The HYDRA Agents no longer cared about cooperation. They held down their triggers and didn't let go, dense bullets pouring out like a rainstorm.
Although those ninjas hadn't received an attack command from Madame Gao, the moment they were attacked, they instinctively began to fight back.
The scene instantly spiraled out of control, turning into a meat grinder where flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"Stop! You fools! Who told you to attack?!"
Madame Gao waved her cane to deflect a few stray bullets, shouting loudly.
But it was useless.
[villainess value +153]
[simulation value +162]
Just as the chaos reached its peak.
Tap, tap, tap.
A set of footsteps, completely out of place with the surrounding sounds of slaughter, rang out abruptly.
At some point, a figure had appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
Makima wore a black trench coat, her hands in her pockets.
Her long red hair drifted gently in the night wind as she strolled leisurely toward the center of the meat grinder.
A red-clad ninja, eyes red with bloodlust, happened to block her path.
This ninja had just cut down an Agent. Turning to see Makima, he instinctively swung his blood-dripping katana down.
Makima stopped in her tracks.
She didn't dodge; she simply pointed her finger nonchalantly at the opponent.
You're not allowed to join the orgy!
The ninja's body suddenly froze, and then... it was as if he had been squeezed hard by an invisible giant's hand.
The ninja's upper body instantly underwent a horrific distortion, and then—
Boom!
The entire person exploded directly into a cloud of blood mist!
Shattered bones and mangled flesh splattered in all directions.
The visual impact of this strike was simply too strong.
Hearing the sound, Madame Gao whipped her head around, and the scene immediately made her hair stand on end with fear.
She looked up at Makima, her pupils shrinking violently.
"You... who are you?!"
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