Atomic Cutting

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The palm couldn't be reached, so it was the fingers. In the blink of an eye, without much thought, Daisy glanced at the five rings. The hurricane and vibration rings were the first to be discarded. The dark force field of the pinky finger might fool ancient people, but it wasn't very useful in modern society. Smoke bombs, anyone? Buy one, get ten free!

The remaining two rings, material reorganization, and atomic cutting, were decent. Unfortunately, the index finger was too far back, out of her attack range. Daisy could only aim at the ring finger and cut it fiercely.

"Ah!" The Adamantium alloy did not betray her trust. With a scream from The Mandarindarin, a finger along with the ring face, forming a golden cubic ring, was cut off by Daisy. The pinky finger also lost a significant portion, leaving only some flesh connected to the palm.

Regretfully sighing, Daisy thought it would have been great if she had predicted this fight today, then she would have brought a big sword...

She rushed forward, picked up the severed finger and ring without looking, and bolted away.

Though the fingers covered in blood were somewhat disgusting, she didn't discard them. Daisy estimated that she might need this part of her DNA to decipher the rings' ownership function.

This time, Daisy didn't hold back. She sprinted at full speed. However, The Mandarin was completely serious, physical pain is one thing, and the heartache of losing something you had for hundreds of years is another.

The most powerful cutting ring was taken away, not something that would put him in a good mood.

Chasing after her, he yelled, "Come back, my ring! Come back!"

Daisy occasionally looked back, realizing the old man was truly fast. Even indoors, he outpaced her slightly. In the external sky, he easily broke the sound barrier.

The rings, hearing their master's call, struggled desperately in Daisy's hand. While running, she chatted with the rings.

"Hey, the old man has lost a finger. Where is he going to wear you? Do you have to fight for the positions with those other rings or maybe go settle down on his toes?" This talk wasn't entirely baseless. In the original timeline, after the death of The Mandarin from another dimension, these ten rings, like the neighboring DC Lantern Rings, looking for hosts all over the world. 

Some hosts perfectly met the criteria, but due to finger issues, they were rejected. For example, some aliens lacked fingers, and the Hulk's fingers were too thick to wear the rings.

The ring didn't listen to her explanation or communicate with her; it just wanted to escape.

Daisy wasn't polite either. She took out a specially-made box from S.H.I.E.L.D., square-shaped, similar to a diamond ring box. The outer layer had a special metal coating that effectively isolated internal and external signals. After all, agents have to sometimes steal some USB flash drives or special equipment. In order to avoid being tracked, there has to be isolation equipment.

This kind of box was developed for this purpose and Daisy took one before and now used it here.

As expected, once the internal and external connections were cut off, the ring stopped struggling. Meanwhile, The Mandarin outside yelled, wanting to strangle Daisy as if his ancestral grave had been dug up.

The old man dropped his pretense of being a wise elder and simply cursed in various languages Daisy couldn't understand. To slow him down, Daisy occasionally turned back and smashed walls!

It was real smashing! The military base, capable of withstanding a magnitude seven earthquake, was left riddled with holes by her. If the building collapsed, it would be convenient to bury The Mandarin here, but unfortunately, even Daisy couldn't accomplish that.

"Boom!" The sound of collapsing walls echoed continuously. Walls, ceilings, and floors along Daisy's escape route began to crumble, while The Mandarin skillfully maneuvered through the debris using the ring's abilities.

Inside the base, two generals looked at each other. They couldn't see the actual scene, but the speed of the demolition shocked them. Reporting this for repairs would be a big issue.

The US military base in Kandahar might just have to be removed from the current US military layout after this battle.

Daisy completed what the Afghan resistance had always wanted but failed to do.

Even though she was the one tearing down the walls and leading the way, the large amount of dust made her look extremely disheveled. It seemed like she had been moving bricks at a construction site for three days. You could barely make out a female outline through the contours; the rest was indistinguishable.

The Mandarin behind Daisy was in an even worse state. His dignified and ethereal appearance had completely vanished. With gray hair and a dark green robe torn during the run, he continuously used the rings, leaving him somewhat exhausted and burning with rage.

Daisy was afraid he might suddenly jump out and make a powerful move, but fortunately, fueled by hatred, The Mandarin didn't want her to die quietly. He wanted to torture her inch by inch.

Navigating through the base along a predetermined route, Daisy, nearing the ambush point, accelerated for the last time, leaving The Mandarin behind.

"Quick, quick! Here!" Colonel Rhodes and Bobbi, the Mockingbird were waiting not far away.

Like a sprinter in a 100-meter race, even before their words were spoken, Daisy swiftly passed by them.

Both were shocked by her speed. What was that sonic boom-like sound in the air? Is that a speed that humans can run? They felt like they had misheard...

Fortunately, both were well-trained. Without thinking too much, on three, two, and one, they simultaneously pressed the gate control. A massive alloy gate, weighing a ton, fireproof and resistant to electronic scanning, thundered down.

This was a secret storage room for nuclear warheads, but it wasn't active, with all the warheads remaining only on paper.

Though there were no nuclear warheads, the base construction adhered to the requirements, creating a space of 100 square meters far superior to a bank vault. The walls were reinforced with reinforced concrete, embedded with high-strength steel plates. Even with explosives, an ordinary person would take three days to dismantle it, but that wouldn't trouble The Mandarin.

When the old man rushed forward and found the huge gate blocking his way, with another identical gate closing behind him, he chuckled.

"Do you think this scrap metal can stop me?"

The Mandarin pressed his hands against the gate, preparing to use his powers to break through. Just as he spoke, the trap activated. High-pressure water jets squeezed powerful acid, spraying at him from four angles.

"A little trick!" The strong acid couldn't harm him at all, but his clothes couldn't endure. The old man had no habit of fighting in the nude, he could only change direction and release four ice arrows from the water jets.

Before he could say anything, the second wave of attacks arrived.

Quick-drying cement surged from all directions, and The Mandarin wrinkled his brow slightly. This substance had no lethal effect on him; it felt more like an attempt to disgust him.

In line with his instinctive thinking, he activated the flame ring to burn the mud, making the air inside the room extremely polluted and, more prominently, foul-smelling.

In a corner unnoticed by The Mandarin, several tiny probes sprayed a faint green smoke into the room.

This was a type of poison Daisy had learned from Viper's memories. It was entirely non-lethal, practically harmless even if a person drank several kilograms. However, it had one effect – paralysis, ten times more potent than the sedatives used by S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military.

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