From Lady Viper

Striking at the Nazis within S.H.I.E.L.D. and even the entire Western world is a politically correct action. If the information is indeed accurate, it would greatly aid Daisy's promotion and serve as political capital. However, she doesn't believe that Nick Fury would promote her without reservations. For now, she remains a loyal member of the loyalist faction.

"Where exactly? Tell me," she asked gravely.

Madame Hydra had plenty of chips at hand, but she dared not use many of them. Tossing out a semi-dead Nazi already posed a significant risk. She had to ensure that Daisy could finish him off and prevent any escape for retaliation.

These days, being a good person was difficult, and being a bad person was also challenging.

Rubbing her drowsy head, she forced herself to reply, "If I tell you, what do you plan to do?"

Daisy gave her a puzzled look. "Of course, I will report to the Director and gather a team to eliminate the enemy. You don't expect me to charge in alone, do you?"

Dealing with matters related to the Nazis was not a small task. Daisy was no match for them alone; she needed backup.

Madame Hydra breathed a sigh of relief. Despite being mortal enemies, the upper echelons of HYDRA respected Nick Fury, considering him the king of contemporary agents. If Nick Fury led the operation personally, they could indeed wipe out the remaining Nazis.

After careful consideration, Madame Hydra decided to use some of her chips: "At the South Pole, longitude 71.20, latitude 81.91. That's where Adolf Hitler chose as the final refuge for the Thule Society."

Daisy was intrigued. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has conducted multiple searches in the Antarctic. How come nobody, not even civilian teams, has discovered them?"

Madame Hydra seemed to regain some sense of superiority, despite her red nose, and smirked. "The Red Skull possessed super technology far beyond the contemporary era. That's what has kept them alive. The Yashida family has been supporting them with supplies for years. I'm not sure of the specifics since I've never been there."

Daisy nodded, surprised that the missing Yashida family resources were connected to the Nazis. She had unknowingly completed this mission.

A sense of familiarity linked her memories together through the Red Skull. This event in her memory was referred to as the "Origin of Fear."

It was caused by the daughter of the Red Skull. If her memory was correct, there was a hammer at the heart of the Antarctic fortress—a hammer belonging to the Norse goddess Skadi, also known as the Hammer of Fear.

Daisy didn't understand why these deities liked throwing hammers to Earth, but she had no intention of getting involved. The Hammer of Skadi was an essential tool for resurrecting the Midgard Serpent Jormungandr. It had chosen Red Skull's daughter as its host.

Notting down the coordinates, Daisy contemplated onhow to inform Nick Fury. Texts and emails wouldn't suffice; she needed a solid chain of evidence to prove she had discovered it herself, not been informed by a HYDRA insider.

"There's too much contamination here. I'll take you out of here," she finally said, making Madame Hydra's heart flutter.

She wrapped her in two coats, leaving behind the remaining supplies.

"How are we going?" Madame Hydra surveyed her surroundings, then swallowed nervously as she realized Daisy might leave her behind.

Luckily, Daisy's sense of integrity was not high, but she knew when to pick her battles. Madame Hydra was highly valuable due to her contract with the Red Skull, and Daisy couldn't kill her.

Raising her hand, she conjured a portal, motioning for the other person to follow her.

"Does having superpowers make you special? Hmph!" Realising she had overthought things, Madame Hydra relaxed, crossing the threshold of the teleportation gate.

Once again, they appeared dozens of miles away.

She pulled out her phone and pressed a command, most likely a prearranged measure for the safe house to explode.

"Your abilities are quite impressive. Are you interested in joining forces with me? With your stealth and my toxins, we could eliminate any target!" Madame Hydra enjoyed the swiftness of teleportation, finding it novel, and couldn't resist recruiting.

Daisy scoffed. "I have a bright future ahead at S.H.I.E.L.D. Why would I run off with you to play assassin? Don't be ridiculous."

"You should have a safehouse, right? Hey? Speak..." She had only just begun asking when Madame Hydra suddenly slumped to the ground like a toppled scarecrow, unconscious and unresponsive.

Madame Hydra's face was an unusual shade of red. Daisy tested by touching her forehead, finding it burning hot.

Grumbling in dissatisfaction, she muttered, "I have to take care of you. My luck's just awful."

They found a small roadside inn and rented a room.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. had specialised medical training, Daisy's knowledge was not as extensive as Sharon's. Nevertheless, she was proficient in the procedures for administering intravenous fluids and cooling.

To prevent further complications from shaking, she used a stethoscope to listen to Madame Hydra's heart and lungs.

The woman's lung sounds were noticeably abnormal. Delaying treatment for a week had resulted in pneumonia.

Because of her robust constitution, Madame Hydra fell into the category of individuals who seldom fell ill but suffered severely when they did. Moreover, her prolonged exposure to various toxic substances had significantly weakened her immune system, allowing toxins to spread abnormally.

The integration of external flu viruses and internal toxins formed a new substance that Daisy couldn't identify.

Despite hours of intravenous treatment, the inflammation not only failed to subside but seemed to be worsening.

Daisy had no choice but to call her close friend Sharon for help.

Although it was a common ailment, the treatment methods were fairly limited: intravenous fluids, hydration, temperature reduction, and anti-inflammatories.

Sharon's suggestion was to induce heavy sweating in the patient, enabling the body to detoxify naturally. However, seeing Madame Hydra's dehydrated appearance, Daisy couldn't imagine how sweating would help her.

Modern medicine offered no better solutions, leaving Daisy to employ a trial-and-error approach. She hung four IV bags to hydrate and treat inflammation, then waited for her body to recover.

Dropping Madame Hydra onto the bed, Daisy sat in a chair, closing her eyes to rest.

Her training in Kunlun's Qi cultivation had been enlightening. Before, she could only interpret strings on a macro level, but the specifics of their application eluded her.

Diverging paths led to the same destination. While the developers and users of Qi were unaware of string theory, they combined their Eastern martial arts wisdom with intelligence, forging ahead blindly. In the end, they developed some techniques and applications that could be overlaid onto string theory. This knowledge proved valuable to Daisy.

She focused on understanding the intricacies of Qi and its application methods, gradually unlocking her own abilities.