Fleeing in panic and disorder

Hill has great confidence in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strength: "This is the right decision; S.H.I.E.L.D. can definitely protect you."

Thinking about Daisy's combat abilities, she curiously asked, "Is that old woman really that formidable? Can't you defeat her with your current skills?"

Daisy assessed silently and then shook her head slightly, "I checked some information about her. Do you believe someone can live for several hundred years?"

One could tell that Nick Fury held Hill in high regard, and Hill knew many secrets. She nodded, "I believe."

As Daisy entered S.H.I.E.L.D., although she didn't have any special privileges, she did have the organisation's support. She gathered a lot of information, and while ancient records were vague, Madame Gao's appearance sporadically showed up throughout history. Even from these scattered records, it could be determined that Madame Gao lived for over four hundred years.

"Based on the current data analysis, she first appeared in historical records in 1603, as a guest at Tokugawa Ieyasu's celebration when he became Shogun. After that, she was active in Southeast Asia and came to the Americas during World War I."

After saying this, Daisy showed Hill a wanted poster issued by the NYPD. The portrait depicted Madame Gao's aged face, resembling a weathered tree bark. About seventy to eighty percent of the features matched, according to Daisy's estimation.

"She's really old." Hill's initial reaction upon seeing the wanted poster was, "Given her advanced age, how much power does she still possess?"

"Unfathomable. I'm afraid conventional weapons wouldn't even harm her. If you come across any information about her in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal network, inform me immediately."

Daisy had been vigilant about the deranged old woman. She was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

While Hill claimed she was no longer a deputy, she still held authority. With her assistance in the investigation, if they found any trace of Madame Gao, they could unleash a barrage of bullets without hesitation. Even if she was powerful, she wouldn't withstand a rain of bullets!

And if that wasn't enough, they could deploy Koenig-style aircraft and use machine guns. Daisy was confident that a martial artist old lady wouldn't survive that.

Thanking Hill for her assistance, they finally managed to shake off the initial awkwardness.

Subsequently, their conversation shifted to the life in New York and S.H.I.E.L.D. training.

Before long, the bar's main guests arrived for the evening. Instead of driving away unrelated patrons, they greeted everyone warmly.

Some knew each other and engaged in conversation, while others remained strangers, entering the bar cautiously.

However, regardless of whether they were acquainted or not, all the women present tonight were the focus. Their attire and appearance spanned various social strata, covering an age range from twenties to forties.

If Black Widow were present, she would undoubtedly identify the anomaly and either join in the festivities or depart, both options equally possible.

Yet, infiltrating and gathering intelligence were not frequent tasks for Hill and Daisy. This kind of social setting was entirely new to them. The two novices stood there with puzzled expressions, observing more and more women entering the bar.

Neither of them quite understood the purpose of tonight's event.

Daisy suggested to retreat again, but Hill refused, citing the need to complete the mission.

The lighting began to soften, and the music grew mellower. Women embraced one another, exchanging meaningful glances and occasionally sharing whispered laughter.

Daisy was taken aback, having come from a world of more advanced information and knowledge. Gradually, she began to understand the atmosphere.

Her neck stiffened, and she turned to lock eyes with Hill.

The female deputy director had a bewildered expression on her face. She felt that the atmosphere was strange, but she hadn't quite figured out what was odd about it yet.

Soon, two beautiful girls emerged from the crowd. One exuded elegance, while the other had a delicate appearance. They held hands, appearing like a pair of close friends.

Daisy couldn't understand Hungarian, but she could read their expressions.

Hill understood completely. Her light blue eyes widened in astonishment, her lips slightly parted, displaying an expression of disbelief.

The two pretty girls loudly announced something to the crowd below and kissed amidst applause from the audience.

"Heh heh, it seems that this bar is reserved for them... this group... Is this an announcement of coming out of the closet? It's quite lively. Let's get out of here quickly!" Daisy said nervously.

Hill nodded quickly. At this moment, she had forgotten about the tasks, Dr. Pym, and the first Ant-Man. Let them all be damned!

The two of them picked up their belongings and tried to head outside. However, the crowd was dense, with young women dressed boldly and provocatively. They were very excited, some shouting loudly, some taking off their clothes and tossing them around, and others celebrating with champagne.

Deafening music started playing, and the vibrations affected Daisy's senses severely. She had to suppress her abilities and rely on her vision to navigate.

With a loud "pop," a woman opening a champagne bottle was next to Daisy. Her movements were rather exaggerated, and she ended up spraying Daisy from shoulder to abdomen.

Daisy's clothes were thin, and the alcohol instantly soaked her attire, trickling down her abdomen to her legs.

The woman apologised profusely, and Daisy couldn't resort to violence over such a trivial matter. She could only resign herself to her misfortune.

Cursing the bar owner for taking all kinds of business, Daisy walked with Hill toward the exit. They were doused with champagne twice on the way, ending up looking like soaked chickens.

Even the usually stern and serious female deputy director appeared disheveled. Her high heels were broken, so she could only carry them in her hand.

After enduring countless difficulties, the two rookie agents finally managed to break free from the enthusiastic crowd.

The two of them exchanged glances, both wearing expressions of speechlessness.

Daisy's hair was stuck to her forehead and shoulders, her clothes drenched, and she emitted a faint smell of alcohol.

Hill's appearance was slightly better. Standing behind, most of the champagne had ended up on Daisy. She had a little alcohol from her chest to her abdomen, but her high heels were completely ruined, leaving her to carry them in her hand, looking rather foolish.

Presenting themselves like this to meet up with Black Widow and the others would undoubtedly lead to a lifetime of ridicule! Daisy thought of her pseudo-friend Sharon laughing uncontrollably and shook her head.

Hill cared more about dignity and face, realising the same issue.

This embarrassing incident must not be known to outsiders. They quickly agreed not to join the rendezvous tonight.

Daisy felt uncomfortable in her soaked state. She removed her high heels and swiftly made her way to the hotel.

It was already late at night, and the small hotel had few guests.

Pushing open the door to their room, Daisy felt incredibly uncomfortable. The mixture of alcohol and sweat clinging to her body created an unpleasant odour.

They were both in such a sorry state that there was no need for embarrassment. Daisy simply took off her outer garments. Unexpectedly, the quality of her clothes wasn't great, and her use of powers was a bit excessive. With a tearing sound, they split in half.