Dr Pym

The elite agents were indeed formidable. Even in discomfort and without suitable weapons, Hill managed to deal with the centipede. She also used precise marksmanship to severely injure the most disgusting caterpillar.

Daisy joined the battle, and the outcome was without suspense—the large caterpillar was beaten until its juices splattered, eventually losing its life.

Hill was so tired that she had to support herself with her hands on her knees, panting heavily.

She didn't possess any superhuman abilities, and her weapon was just a regular Glock pistol. To deal with creatures this large, she could only rely on speed, manoeuvrability, and prolonged running battles. This was a severe test of her mental and physical stamina, especially considering she hadn't rested properly since the previous night, as she had been pondering over the Oriental Massage.

With the weight of heavy psychological pressure, Hill achieved a victory and a draw was already a testament to her intense training.

Using the Oriental Massage Techniques as a means of communication was like a bridge. In public, she could only pretend to be unfamiliar, but when alone, there was a difference—she felt at ease and unguarded.

"How did these things undergo mutation? Do you know?" Hill asked Daisy while recovering her energy.

"It's probably Dr. Pym's research. His Pym Particles can shrink the gaps between atoms, so theoretically, they can also enlarge things." Daisy combined her memories with her limited knowledge of quantum physics to provide an explanation.

"However, creating these things isn't as simple as it seems. It's likely the result of specific genetic manipulation."

She remembered that the second-generation Ant-Man had the ability to grow larger. Even the original Ant-Man in the comics possessed this power. Quantum physics, or rather Marvel's take on quantum physics, could somewhat explain it.

"But these scientists are just never content." Hill's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

Daisy chuckled. Scientists in this world were indeed the source of trouble. They caused mischief when poor, and they continued to cause trouble when wealthy. Regardless of illness, suffering, or disaster, as long as there was a breath left, they would create a major news event.

Faint gunshots could be heard coming from inside the building. They quickly loaded their firearms and hurriedly ran to support.

As they stormed the building, they found it had turned into a battlefield—corpses littered the ground. The enemies lacked any adornments that could identify them. Just looking at the struggling Black Widow and Sharon, it was clear that they were dealing with the cream of the crop.

The enemies were numerous and well-equipped with automatic weapons, boasting formidable firepower. Black Widow and Sharon could only fight back with handguns. If it weren't for their exceptional marksmanship and occasional use of gadgets, along with their teamwork, they would have been defeated long ago.

The two of them had to maintain a constant state of movement to avoid being surrounded. Despite this, the battle circle was contracting rapidly, and the enemies had already entered close combat range.

A blue-violet electric glow flickered on the staff. Black Widow grabbed a burly man's firearm, pushed him aside, and simultaneously thrust the staff into an indescribable area. The man didn't even groan; his body curled up and he passed out like a shrimp.

At this moment, Daisy and Hill joined the battle, receiving their support as the front line was like restoring the order.

"Where's the doctor?" Hill asked while firing her weapon.

"The doctor is in the underground facility. We not only need to rescue him, but we also have to destroy his research data. Otherwise, if it gets out, it will cause even greater chaos," Black Widow shouted to them.

Daisy had a feeling that the technology had probably already leaked out. These well-trained soldiers looked more and more like members of Hydra. Apart from not wearing the distinctive green and yellow uniforms, everything else, from their weapons to their morale and combat skills, was excellent.

She suspected that if she shouted "Hail Hydra!" at the top of her lungs, the enemies on the other side would probably respond loudly. However, that would be hard to explain later; she couldn't just say she was guessing.

The four of them courageously opened fire, with enemies occasionally falling to the ground.

Initially, Daisy was worried about not adapting to this dangerous battlefield. However, after firing a few shots, she felt a deep sense of joy welling up from within. Her body seemed to enjoy moving through the gunfire, not only embracing it but also feeling a bit eager to try it out.

She couldn't understand why protagonists in movies and TV shows only liked using small handguns and never changed their weapons, regardless of how intense the battle was.

Daisy picked up an M16 from the ground, her shoulder against the buttstock. She fired single shots, emitting countless sparks from the muzzle, and spent bullet casings scattered on the ground, accompanying the deaths of many enemies.

Her mind remained calm, and her state improved. She still couldn't see the bullets in motion, but she could perceive the actions of the enemies raising their guns and their aiming positions. She always managed to fire a split second ahead, a half-second difference determining life and death.

With her valiant suppression, Black Widow, Sharon, and Hill each stood up, some still using handguns, while others picked up the enemies' weapons. The four female agents suppressed the enemies from four directions.

Their shots never missed, and they finally gained the upper hand against this group of elite soldiers.

As the number of enemies dwindled, the pace of death accelerated. Yet, these soldiers, without any identifying insignias, continued to fight to the death, not retreating or surrendering.

In the end, all the enemies were killed. The four of them inspected the bodies, finding no markings. The faces behind the masks were unfamiliar, and there was no identification information. It was as if over a hundred people had appeared out of thin air.

If they couldn't figure it out, they wouldn't dwell on it. They would report back and let Nick Fury worry about it.

Black Widow took the lead and walked inside. Hill and Sharon followed suit.

Seeing all three of her companions casually discard their rifles, Daisy had initially thought about collecting more ammunition. Now, she could only follow their lead and toss her weapon aside. After all, she had her Rhino revolver.

The four of them, with their hands empty, entered the underground facility.

Dr. Pym was locked behind a password-secured door. Black Widow attached a bomb to the lock and with a loud boom, blew the door open.

This was Daisy's first time seeing Dr. Hank Pym. The old man had an extraordinary air about him, with his white hair, wrinkled face, and glasses. He appeared refined and scholarly.

However, at this moment, the old man completely ignored her, perhaps regarding her as just an ordinary bystander.

He was initially cautious until he saw Black Widow, at which point he visibly relaxed.

"This laboratory must be destroyed. That guy stole my experimental results. Don't worry about me; go after him!" The old man recognised that the group wasn't here to harm him, and his demeanour changed in an instant. He gestured authoritatively, as if he were the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Daisy's first impression of the old man wasn't very favorable. Perhaps she was happier about the rescue than meeting him. In her eyes, the old man seemed a bit eccentric.

Black Widow paid no attention to the elderly scientist. In her eyes, he was merely a mission objective. His height, weight, and attitude toward her were all inconsequential.

She ordered the others, "Daisy, take the doctor out. I'll go after the enemy. Hill and Sharon, destroy the lab data."

She knew that Daisy wanted to learn from the old doctor. Giving her a chance to interact with him, Daisy promptly accepted the goodwill, taking the old doctor's hand and running outside.