S.H.I.E.L.D. highly valued Duval. Starting the next day, the number of S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel monitoring Duval increased tenfold—a total of ten disguised Dum Dum Dugans taking shifts in the adjacent building.
Various forces also came to his door. At least on the surface, they were all polite to Duval, trying to extend an olive branch, but none received a positive response from Duval.
This was only natural. Such intense fighting had occurred, resulting in the death of a general on the spot. It was impossible to hide. Everyone knew about the Xenomorphs, and they realized the value of these biological weapons. Duval's status was thus elevated infinitely, making him fully qualified to say no to them.
Well, the fact that Duval hadn't casually killed the people they sent might be an incredible gesture in itself, enough to surprise some extremely vicious individuals.
"During the Broadway incident, the newly appointed Deputy Director George rushed to the scene, comforted the injured citizens, and promised the citizens of New York City that he would apply to the government for special funding to strengthen the police force and prevent the recurrence of this incident..."
Duval muttered a passage and then threw down the newspaper in his hand.
The whole article was full of clichés. The only thing that interested him was that George Stacy had been promoted. This must be the sugar-coated bullet that Dum Dum Dugan used to shut George's mouth.
"Compared to boring news reports, it's more interesting to watch the enthusiastic performances of some guys. Even Kingpin has sent someone. At least he's openly sending me money to build a good relationship. No one would refuse money. But, I really didn't expect that someone would sneak into my territory? Am I not being hospitable enough?"
Duval sighed. Without even blinking, several Xenomorphs, who had been as quiet as large puppies, suddenly stood up as if they had received a definite signal. Their bodies tensed, and they quickly moved through the building.
Hiding in the dark, Elektra was startled. Her heart rate spiked for a moment, enough to reveal her position.
Because she was facing someone who was never an ordinary human, but someone whose standards far exceeded ordinary people, and who also had several Xenomorphs as his claws.
Whoosh! Several Xenomorphs moved quickly, silently throughout, but their cooperation was seamless.
Elektra completely abandoned any侥ucky mentality (侥ucky mentality:侥ucky mentality). Facing the Xenomorphs who showed no mercy, she was sure that she would die here if she was careless. She immediately complained in her heart, feeling that she shouldn't have gone to this place to carry out the mission.
A Courier Xenomorph came behind Elektra, its flexible tail stabbing over. Obviously, if it hit its target, Elektra would be skewered like a candied hawthorn.
Bang bang bang! Elektra seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She decisively drew her gun, turned around, and fired quickly, accurately hitting the limbs of the two Courier Xenomorphs in the front. At the same time, she carefully avoided the splashing blood, her eyelids twitching as she watched the indentations corroded into the ground by the blood.
"Don't get me wrong, I was just following Kingpin's people and came here!" Elektra only used less than a second. After one exchange, she confirmed that if she continued to be stubborn, the outcome would be miserable.
Watching videos for deduction and analysis is ultimately not the same as actual combat. This was just the weakest Xenomorph. If she encountered that Hulk-like behemoth...
What kind of strength did Duval himself, the man who controlled these Xenomorphs, possess? "A clever reason, at least more reliable than fabricating a clumsy lie. So, do I have reason to believe that you are representing The Hand in provoking me? Or will you deny this and claim that The Hand you belong to knows nothing about me?" Duval clapped his hands.
"..."
Elektra's face was heavy. Standing in front of Duval, she had the illusion that she was completely naked: "That's something for 'The Five Fingers' to think about. A ninja like me is only responsible for carrying out assassination missions. But I personally think that as long as they are not fools, they will not be your enemy."
"No, your appearance in front of me has already shown the attitude of those five old geezers."
"As far as I know, the five of them should be discussing your matter, but there is no result yet." Elektra finally revealed some information.
It wasn't that she had lost her integrity as a top assassin, but because she saw three more Xenomorphs emerging from the darkness, silently surrounding her.
No matter how subtly Elektra shifted her position and the direction she faced, preparing to strike out and kill a path, there would always be a Xenomorph blocking her.
Elektra watched helplessly as terrifying saliva flowed from the mouths of these Xenomorphs. She could only weakly grip the guns and blades in her hands.
According to the information revealed in that video, one of the most powerful weapons of the Xenomorphs seemed to include the small mouths in their mouths. It was an organ similar to a tongue or bone, with a ferocious little mouth at the tip of the tongue, and its attack speed was faster than a bullet.
If she really had to face multiple Xenomorphs at the same time, especially with Xenomorphs constantly appearing quietly, she would die miserably.
"Elektra, you really don't understand your five old bosses. You don't even know why they can become so powerful and master various magic and ninjutsu." Duval said, looking at the beauty in front of him.
Elektra, Daredevil's old flame, an assassin of The Hand, proficient in various killing skills, is a world-class assassin.
But... with just this level, Duval was too lazy to look at her more. Because when it comes to assassination, ordinary humans who have not mastered extraordinary power, no matter how much they train their bodies, are still a bit lacking.
Purely in terms of fighting skills, she might be able to fight ordinary Xenomorphs evenly, but against special Xenomorphs, even those born from Vampires, it would be tough.
Duval really couldn't figure out where The Hand got the confidence to let a guy like Elektra appear in front of him.
Yes, Duval never believed in any form of coincidence. Those old things called "The Five Fingers," who stole the power of the dragon from Kunlun and had hundreds of years of life, and then united to enshrine a hell demon, would honestly follow the rules.
One of the important abilities that The Hand obtained from the "Beast" demon was to resurrect the dead and turn them into their own assassins—to some extent, similar to the Court of Owls next door in DC.
However, in terms of class, it was far inferior to the Court of Owls, which could connect to the gate of the Dark Multiverse and indirectly allow the dark gods who were the origin of Batman to enter the normal Multiverse.
The Hand was full of interest in all forms of assassination, and with that "Beast" demon standing on the platform, the moment Elektra appeared here, it was already their attitude.
"Let her go, this rookie of The Hand is probably still unaware of anything. I can provide a piece of information. Those five guys are secretly inquiring about the Deviants and the 'Flying Man'."
Coulson walked out from the side and said with a slightly serious expression, but he quickly blinked and emphasized: "This information is free."
"Come on, Coulson, I only lack money in the initial stage. As long as I accumulate enough original capital, I don't need extra dollars at all. But, maybe I misheard just now, you said... Flying Man?"
"That's right, that mysterious person in the blue and gold battle suit, after being defeated by you, escaped again and single-handedly killed General Ross. Someone on the internet reverently calls him a T0-level super criminal, on par with Magneto," Coulson said with a matter-of-fact expression.
"I don't think Magneto would consider Ikaris qualified to be on par with him, so, after Ikaris demonstrated his powerful strength, the title he earned was 'Flying Man'? He's a very proud guy, he'll soon know about this, and then desperately kill everyone who calls him that," Duval said with a somewhat teasing expression.
"Ikaris?"
Coulson's spirits lifted, finally finding an entry point, so as not to waste too much time on meaningless small talk. He opened his mouth like a machine gun, "Is that his name? You loudly accused him of being a Deviant at the time, what are the Deviants, and how many people like Ikaris are there among the Deviants?"
Elektra was glad she was being ignored, retreating while observing the newly arrived Coulson, and occasionally looking at Duval.
If it weren't for a few Xenomorphs precisely blocking the only few suitable combat positions, trapping her tightly inside, Elektra would have run away long ago.
These two men were talking loudly about irrelevant things, and neither of them took her to heart, which made the young Elektra both relieved and a little frustrated.
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