White Tiger Amulet

Daisy couldn't understand why Hill could glean so many insights from watching a movie. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "It depends. If it's someone I know, I'd feel really sad. If it's someone I don't know, I'd probably just express my condolences."

She interrupted Hill, who was about to continue questioning, and turned the tables, "You're overthinking it. Let me ask you this: if our director and I both fell into the water, who would you save first?"

Hill seemed puzzled by the reference, her pale blue eyes darting around as if trying to grasp a special meaning.

Daisy clarified, "Neither of us can swim."

After a brief comparison, Hill seemed to come to a conclusion, "Then I would probably save you. We're friends. Besides, I bet the director has backup escape methods. Your survival skills aren't that great..."

To this, Daisy could only make a facepalm expression. Clearly, there was a generation gap when it came to cultural references.

Nevertheless, she continued with a twist, "So your previous question wasn't quite relevant. Special agents have their own methods, and even if we had to climb an electric fence, we wouldn't be as reckless as in the movies. And as for regular people, why would they even climb electric fences? They'd naturally stay away from danger. Those of us who are trained to handle dangerous situations wouldn't need to worry."

Hill considered this for a moment, finding some validity in Daisy's words.

Daisy quickly refocused her attention on the movie. The plot was indeed tightly woven, and soon Hill was engrossed in the storyline as well.

It wasn't until the movie ended that she sighed with relief.

"The movie was good. As an ordinary person, there really aren't many ways to deal with dinosaurs. If they had some specialised skills, they could set traps and..."

Hill continued to ramble on about her thoughts on hunting dinosaurs.

Daisy couldn't help but feel speechless. Was this why movies resonated differently among agents? They thought dinosaurs were weak!

Although the agents might not buy into it, the general public seemed to enjoy the movie. Thanks to positive word of mouth and high screening rates, the box office began to show an upward trend.

During a stress-relief session with Hill, Daisy realised something. She had been fixated on advanced enhancements, but many street-level heroes weren't weak either. Their opportunities could also be harnessed for her use.

Unfortunately, many of those opportunities seemed like hitting the jackpot—often involving nuclear radiation, chemical erosion, or biochemical experiments. She had to choose ones that didn't rely on luck and wouldn't hinder her future development.

With determination, she carefully reviewed her options and picked up the phone to call the Puerto Rican police department.

Initially, her journey through time was to find the underground temple. Then it was for movie promotion. Now, it marked her third time reaching out to the Puerto Rican authorities.

In a single phone call with the local chief, she made sure to mention her FBI badge number. The tone on the other end immediately turned respectful. She had become somewhat of an acquaintance by now.

Daisy exchanged a couple of casual words with the director in Spanish and then asked, "Do you have someone named Hector Ayala over there?"

The other party hesitated slightly, then instructed his subordinates to look into it over the phone. Ten minutes later, information about a young man was faxed to Daisy.

Thanking the director for his assistance, she carefully examined the information in her hands.

Hector Ayala was currently a young man from Puerto Rico studying in the United States. Local police records showed that he was in the process of immigration, so his information was quite comprehensive.

Home address, family relationships, social security number, driver's license, medical records—all presented before her eyes.

"This should be the guy." Daisy had some impression of this man. He was the original White Tiger, who became a street-level hero by chance after finding the White Tiger amulet. Unfortunately, his fate didn't end well—he was shot outside the courthouse.

After his death, the amulet ended up in the hands of his niece, becoming the second-generation White Tiger. This female hero also met a tragic end, killed by the Lady Bullseye in the original timeline—yes, the same Lady Bullseye who was currently by Daisy's side as her maid.

This amulet could be used once obtained, and removing it caused the powers to vanish. There were virtually no side effects.

According to police records, Hector Ayala had already arrived in New York and was currently studying at the Empire State University. Daisy estimated that his time of finding the White Tiger amulet was approaching.

She began searching for information about the original owner of the amulet online. This part of her memory was quite vague, and her previous life's knowledge of these old comics was limited to general awareness—she couldn't remember the names.

She had triple-checked the name of the original White Tiger, but these peripheral characters didn't leave much of an impression.

Daisy only remembered that the amulet had originated from a team called "Sons of the Tiger," consisting of an Eastern man with a tiger head, and two foreigners with tiger claws—three individuals forming a superhero team.

Using big data analysis, she narrowed down her search using Hector as a starting point. She studied his activity radius, narrowing it down further by comparing the skin tones of Chinese, Caucasian, and African-American individuals. Finally, she found her target.

Eastern man Lin Sun, Caucasian Bob, African-American Abe—these three people entered her field of view.

Should she make a move or wait? Daisy chose to wait. Since they would discard the amulet themselves, why should she be a villain? The White Tiger amulet originated from the East, and Daisy held respect for the Eastern culture. She didn't want to make herself look bad.

She didn't have to wait long for the trio to appear. It was due to a woman that the conflict between Lin Sun and Bob became increasingly intense.

Finally, one week later, on a certain night, everything came to a head.

Bob, unable to bear it any longer, confronted Lin Sun with fists flying.

Abe tried to break up the fight, and the woman was in a panic. Daisy, observing from the shadows, sighed inwardly. The strength of this trio was truly lacking. Even calling them street-level heroes would be an exaggeration—their combat abilities were slightly better than cannon fodder, just slightly.

All three together were no match for Daisy.

Perhaps the combination of the tiger head and tiger claws would be more formidable? Daisy pondered. Given their current level, there was no need for her to seize the amulet forcibly. Even if she didn't use it herself, she could give it to Hill. So she patiently waited.

After a ruckus-filled scuffle below, the trio eventually parted ways. Although Lin Sun, the Chinese man, managed to win the woman's affection, the small team came to an end. The White Tiger amulet, both head and claws, was left by the roadside, and each person went their own way.

Daisy emerged from her hiding spot, confidently picked up the amulet. The golden tiger head was vivid, and the claws were extremely sharp. The craftsmanship of its original creator must have been superb.

There was movement nearby—surely the original White Tiger, Hector Ayala, was drawn to the commotion. Daisy leaped up, grabbed the second-floor railing, flipped over from the other side, and vanished into the night.

Back at her residence, she examined the amulet closely. When its three parts were combined, it offered significant enhancements to the body's attributes—strength, speed, endurance, and hunting skills, all received a boost.

Wearing the amulet felt like having a real tiger within, augmenting her strength, speed, endurance, and predatory skills.