Madripoor Port

Bringing up the Nazis, Sharon's interest shifted automatically. With curiosity, she asked Daisy how she discovered the Nazis.

After finishing dinner together, they went to the gym and then went their separate ways.

Alone in her apartment in New York for the rest of the night, Daisy laid down. She figured that while Hill might say that she didn't mind, she probably still had reservations. But Daisy wasn't planning to back down. Now that she knew, she couldn't just ignore it. She would make amends with Hill later if needed, but she was determined to hold onto power. She knew that Hill, like Nick Fury's judgment, wasn't suited for that position. It required a certain set of qualities - a thick skin, a cunning mind, the ability to negotiate with politicians, discuss ideals with heroes, and talk business with villains.

The most crucial quality, as Nick Fury had put it, was to always put one's own life first. Hill lacked these qualities, but Daisy believed she possessed them.

At this stage, she couldn't say a lot of things out loud. She had to let time confirm everything.

Looking at the clock, it was already past midnight. Daisy took off her clothes and relaxed in the bathtub.

"Miss, are you alright?" The sweating maid pushed open the bathroom door, concerned to find Daisy there.

"Oh, it's you, Mako. Training is important, but you also need to take care of yourself." Daisy looked at the maid, and recalling some secretive documents she found in the Yashida family records, she handed them over to her. The documents detailed the ancient training methods of the Yashida clan's ninja. Daisy wasn't interested, so she gave them to her maid.

Her maid, Maki, took the training manual and devoted herself to it. During the day, she worked, and at night, she trained. She improved her skills rapidly, surpassing Daisy's abilities in swordsmanship in just a few days.

Concerned, Maki bowed respectfully. "Please take care of yourself..."

"Take care of yourself..." Daisy's gaze drifted for a moment. The maid was about to take a bath, naturally without clothes, and the ninety-degree bow naturally presented a different scene.

"I'll help you wash your back." Her maid quickly found her role and offered her assistance.

After over a year of "initiation," Daisy was no longer as resistant as before. Now, her maid took care of every aspect of her life.

Her previous appearance when meeting Osborn was all thanks to her maid's work. Daisy's natural look was a solid eight, and with her maid's makeup and styling, she could reach a nine. But if she tried to do it herself, she'd barely manage a six...

Maki occasionally helped her trim her nails or cut her hair, and for important occasions, she'd do her makeup. Even removing makeup became routine.

Now, even bathing and having her back washed was not considered excessive.

Daisy leaned on the edge of the bathtub, and Maki stood behind her, helping her dry her back.

"Miss, your skin is really nice..." As she dried it, Maki exclaimed.

It wasn't just flattery; Daisy had seen her back in the mirror before, and indeed, it could be called a beautiful back.

Women like Black Widow and Viper had strong allure, captivating both men and women, but their charm was more evident in their eyes, expressions, and words—a series of factors. Simply wearing a backless outfit didn't make them as appealing as Daisy. As for other women, they were even further behind.

The bloodline of an Inhuman had revitalised Daisy's skin, sweeping away birthmarks and blemishes. In areas like her back, her skin was smooth and delicate.

Occasionally, when her skin's oil balance went awry, her natural regenerative abilities would adjust it.

Even though she wasn't skilled at dressing up, she could still be a silhouette killer.

Not in the best mood, Daisy thanked Maki for her help and left her to take her bath. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went back to her room to sleep.

...

A few awkward days passed. Viper informed her that they had located Erik Killmonger. Daisy requested time off from S.H.I.E.L.D., using the same old excuse of searching for her birth parents.

She suspected that her birth mother and the Inhumans were hiding on the moon city of Attilan, a place where even Nick Fury's extensive resources couldn't find them. But her birth father, Mr. Hyde, was likely known to Fury and he might even be held in one of their secret facilities. Yet, he refused to reveal this information, keeping it as an ace up his sleeve for crucial moments.

This was called compartmentalised management. Similar to how he knew that Bucky Barnes was the Winter Soldier twenty years ago but never told Captain America, he now treated Daisy the same way. Fury didn't trust anyone, not even a virtuous figure like Captain America, let alone Daisy. Keeping a backup plan was normal for him.

Daisy was content to play dumb; if Fury didn't say anything, it saved everyone trouble. She left Washington with a worried expression and headed to Madripoor.

Situated in a crucial Southeast Asian location, Madripoor was an island city she didn't have in her previous life.

In the heart of the island was a high mountain, surrounded by cliffs. The city was divided into an Upper and Lower Town, with a stark contrast between the rich and the poor. In history, it had been a pirate haven, and now it was a paradise for fugitives, spies, and smugglers.

The current ruler of the island was the Serpent Society, with her old friend Viper as its leader.

The port city was lined with countless giant ships docked at the pier, and the daily flow of people through the city was astonishing.

Like Jerusalem, this place was a hotspot for spies from various world powers, exchanging intelligence or indulging in drinking binges.

The Upper Town was lavishly adorned, with major banks having branches here. Hotels dotted the area, making it as bustling as a palace.

Daisy adopted a tourist disguise, tying her outer coat around her waist, wearing sunglasses, and carrying a large backpack. Her shield and sword were in the bag. S.H.I.E.L.D. had a special anti-metal detection coating, and with her FBI credentials, although the bag seemed a bit overweight, the airport eventually allowed it.

After identifying the direction, she followed the main road to the entrance of a hotel named the King's Inn.

There were no awkward confrontations. Following the directions, she entered a suite on the top floor of the hotel where Viper had been waiting for her for two days.

Upon meeting, the beautiful snake woman couldn't help but express her disdain for Daisy's attire: "This outfit of yours has zero charm. Doesn't Black Widow teach you to use your own body as a weapon anymore?"

Daisy was familiar with her habit of poking fun and taking advantage of the situation. A few playful remarks didn't faze her; she candidly admitted that she just wasn't good at dressing up.

To prove her point, Viper stood up and turned around. "Take a look at my new combat outfit. Isn't it seductive?"

Daisy cast a sidelong glance and saw the same belly-exposing combat attire as before. There were some alterations compared to last time; three-quarters of the protective material on the inside of Viper's thighs had been removed, revealing her fair skin. Only a quarter of the material remained, connecting the knee guards to the thigh guards.