Chapter 88

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"Hey, Coulson, since when did your agents become plane hijackers?" Tony quipped, even in the midst of danger.

"Don't be ridiculous. They're not S.H.I.E.L.D. agents," Coulson said, taking a deep breath.

"Who are you? Which faction do you belong to, and when did you infiltrate us?"

Coulson asked calmly.

"Shut up. You're our hostages now. Keep quiet if you don't want to die," one hijacker threatened, his gun trained on Tony's head.

Tony had removed his helmet after boarding the plane, and without the nanotechnology he hadn't yet developed, his suit was still the traditional removable type. No matter how powerful his armor was, an exposed head was a lethal vulnerability, especially with low power.

"Shit, that damn Fury can't even keep track of his own people. He doesn't even know there's a mole," Tony muttered, trying to figure out a way to handle the situation.

Tony wasn't the only one dealing with hijackers; Natasha was in a similar predicament. Half of the agents who had come with her to handle the Evil God Statue were moles, and they had already redirected the Quinjet.

Some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents tried to resist but were instantly shot dead.

"Don't move, Black Widow, or I'll put a hole in that pretty face of yours," a hijacker threatened, pointing a gun at Natasha's face.

"Who sent you? You infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. so seamlessly. Are you remnants of Hydra?"

Despite the situation, Natasha remained calm, analyzing the hijackers' origins.

"As expected of the famous Agent Natasha. Your psychological resilience is impressive. Too bad I won't tell you anything."

The hijacker sneered and snatched the Tara mask from Natasha.

He had his fellow hijackers keep an eye on Natasha and the other agents, then walked to the iron box holding the Evil God Statue and knocked on it.

"Can you tell me what's inside? A weapon that can kill so many without being seen must be terrifying. And this mask that summons soldiers—what's its origin? When did you get it?"

The hijacker shook the Tara mask, curious. He had seen Natasha summon those formidable shadow soldiers with just a mask.

Natasha remained silent, staring at him.

The hijackers had cut off the Quinjet's surveillance system before the hijacking, so S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't see what was happening. However, the screen continued to monitor everything. Nick Fury watched the situation inside both Quinjets clearly.

"Shit! Damn it! What's going on? Why do we have moles in S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Nick Fury yelled in frustration. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were carefully selected elites, dedicated to maintaining world peace. Yet now there were hijackers among them.

As a seasoned veteran, Fury quickly realized the moles weren't limited to these hijackers; there had to be higher-level infiltrators in S.H.I.E.L.D., or they couldn't have pulled this off.

"Hill, take a team and find those two Quinjets. Rescue our people and capture those moles. We need to find out who's behind this! And make sure those two SCPs don't escape!"

Fury ordered.

Hill immediately organized a team.

Many agents were confused, wondering how their director knew about the moles and what he was yelling at.

Meanwhile, the screen displayed various comments.

Sengoku: "What's going on? Your people have turned traitor?"

Nick Fury: "Not traitors. They were moles from the start, planted by some organization!"

Bruce Wayne: "That's problematic. If something goes wrong and those two SCPs escape, the casualties could be enormous!"

Nick Fury: "I know! Damn it!"

Dan: "It seems no matter how large the organization, internal moles are inevitable."

Jiraiya: "I can relate. We've had similar issues in our ninja village."

In a luxurious villa.

S.H.I.E.L.D. high-ranking officer Pierce was reviewing some documents. They contained photos of the Weeping Angel, the Evil God Statue, Black Shuck, the Tara mask, and Hawkeye's drop-star technique.

These abilities fascinated Pierce.

"Where did these come from? I haven't heard of them. But they're interesting. If Hydra can harness these, it could be beneficial."

Pierce licked his lips.

In the Marvel world, any major organization would try to collect things beyond human imagination, and Hydra was no exception.

Upon receiving intel from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s moles, Pierce organized the hijacking to capture the Evil God Statue, Black Shuck, and the Tara mask for research, hoping to gain advantages for Hydra.

Back on Natasha's Quinjet, the atmosphere was tense. Apart from Natasha, the other agents didn't dare move, not even blink.

Only Natasha, a seasoned agent, remained calm.

"Can you tell me how to use this mask? Do you just put it on to summon those ninja soldiers? Is there a spell?"

The hijacker put the Tara mask on, hoping to summon the powerful shadow soldiers.

"Humph."

Natasha chuckled.

"Sorry, but no matter who holds the mask, I'm its true master."

As Natasha finished speaking, a shadow soldier emerged from the iron box's gap, pinning the hijacker to the ground.

Simultaneously, shadow soldiers sprang from the hijackers' shadows, breaking their gun-holding arms and rendering them helpless.

"Impossible! I thought the mask controlled the soldiers."

The hijacker, still wearing the Tara mask, stared at Natasha in disbelief.

"Sorry, but the mask's master is me. It won't work for anyone else. I always summon a few soldiers as secret guards to prevent situations like this."

Natasha knelt before the hijacker, coldly asking, "Now, can you tell me who sent you?"

(End of Chapter)