Bet in Advance

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The shield was not originally part of the plan, but Fitz from the scientific duo suggested it to her. The curly-haired boy thought it was stupid for her to create cold weapons in this era; what was the use of wielding a sword in gunfire?

Daisy couldn't say she could dodge bullets; it would seem terrifying to those unaware of the situation. After contemplating, seeing that there was still a surplus of the specially made alloy from the old Yashida, she decided to make a shield.

Adamantium alloy for the shield was definitely not as good as Vibranium, but it had sturdy characteristics. In field tests, it could defend against grenades, rockets, and armor-piercing bullets without any damage. The only drawback was its weight. Fitz watched her effortlessly lift the nearly 60-kilogram shield and was shocked, but she casually dismissed it with her natural strength.

The remaining silver samurai arm alloy was melted down to make armor. The ancient full-body armor like an iron can was abandoned; Daisy added a lot of titanium alloy to the mix, reducing hardness density while increasing flexibility. It was like a thin layer of soft armor that could be worn close to the body.

It could easily withstand ordinary handguns and rifles.

Unlike the Viper, who liked to show off and reveal skin, she covered her key areas securely. To showcase her affiliation with S.H.I.E.L.D. and her uniqueness, she specially crafted the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem of an eagle on her chest.

Looking in the mirror, Daisy sighed. With a long sword, a shield on her back, and armor adorned with the eagle emblem, if she added a pair of Vibranium wrist guards, she can go to the universe next door and pretend to be Wonder Woman...

The equipment matters settled, and the time moved to August 2007.

Daisy was now a senior agent herself, and she began to voice her opinions within S.H.I.E.L.D.

The first to oppose her was Victoria Hand, a redhead who seemed to be inherently at odds with Daisy no matter what she said.

Daisy suggested increasing the vacation time for female agents, and Hand proposed moving all frontline female agents to rear placements, the subtext is that they should all be under her command.

Daisy also proposed equal pay for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents from different countries. Hand rambled on about the differences in living standards and resources worldwide. The implication was that it was a complex issue and not something you Daisy, with your short-sightedness, should worry about!

Many other suggestions, such as increasing medical personnel in special ops teams, focusing on cyber warfare, reducing risky infiltration missions for agents, and changing the rotation mechanism for stationed agents from three to two years, were all rejected.

Despite being a level 7, Daisy faced opposition from the level 8 Hand, who held considerable influence over internal affairs.

In the beginning, there might have been some merit to Hand's arguments, but as time went on, it seemed she was opposing for the sake of opposition.

Hand, always dressed in suits and heels, behaved more like a politician than an agent.

"How about I go kill her?" Miss Maid, skilled in martial arts and now with a strong killer instinct, couldn't help but suggest one day when Daisy was particularly angry.

Honestly, Daisy was tempted, but she realized that killing wouldn't solve everything. Just as she could tolerate Hydra, she also had to tolerate neutrality. It was immature to resort to violence at the slightest sign of opposition.

Victoria Hand irritated her, but she couldn't use unconventional means against her.

Upon closer analysis, Daisy discovered that the reason why Hand was able to maintain a neutral faction between the two conflicting groups within S.H.I.E.L.D. and rise to an eight-level agent was due to her close ties with the government. In terms of factional division, she could even be considered a person of the Security Council.

It was this identity that prevented anyone from moving against her.

To defeat Victoria Hand, Daisy had to start with the government.

Given her knowledge of the future political developments, obtaining an advantage wasn't difficult, especially since it was an election year.

Daisy called James Wesley, the former underworld strategist: "Donate some money in the name of Skye Data to the Obama campaign."

"How much?" The gangster didn't question why she suddenly joined the Democratic Party; businessmen choosing sides was a normal occurrence in this big election environment.

Accustomed to using other people's money for her own schemes, Daisy felt uncomfortable about giving money to someone else. After some thought, she said, "Let's go with a hundred dollars."

The former gangster almost thought he misheard. This was a presidential campaign, not a neighborhood association election! What could a hundred dollars do? He cautiously asked, "How much? Say it again?"

Daisy repeated, "Don't worry; the other party knows my true identity. They won't care about this amount of money."

Her plan was well-calculated. Whether she donated more or less, the effect would be the same. Her identity as a senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was the focal point.

Things unfolded as she expected. Three days later, the campaign office enthusiastically sent a letter to Skye Data, inviting them to a party in the inner circle.

"So, I joined the Democratic Party now?" James Wesley, dressed in a suit and tie, looking like a polite business elite, found it somewhat unbelievable. Just last year, he encountered Miss Daisy washing the car, while discussing the distribution of drugs with Russians. Now, with a quick transformation, he had mixed with the base camp of the Democratic Party.

You have to know that he hadn't even read Obama's campaign targeting before the 100-dollar donation. Now that he was walking into the campaign office, he had to say that this change was a bit quick.

"Don't worry; it's just a meeting, a chance to chat. Use your skills," Daisy said. Today, she deliberately put on refined makeup and wore designer jewelry, a beige short skirt, and a pair of high heels. She radiated a noble and vibrant charm.

This time, it was just a meeting, and for the first time, Daisy didn't have a gun in her handbag. Instead, the maid filled it with a bunch of cosmetics and tissues, many things Daisy hadn't quite figured out the use for.

As they got out of the car and entered the lobby, the gathering organized by Obama was indeed not very large, more of an internal place for networking.

Daisy was escorted away by a waiter within a minute, leaving Mr. James, who was skilled in his socials, with a group of social elites to chat and deceive.

"Miss Johnson, you look much more beautiful than in the photos!" Confident and appearing friendly, Obama, who appeared to be waiting for her, complimented.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Daisy briefly commented on his policy agenda, expressing her appreciation. Then they got down to business.

"Are you representing the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, or is this a personal matter?" Obama's face became serious.

As one of the candidates, S.H.I.E.L.D. was not a secret to him. Someone can inform him of Daisy's true identity after a phone call.

To Daisy and Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed like a super sieve leaking everywhere, but to the people who don't know the truth, including the Council members and the Obama in front of her, they still considered S.H.I.E.L.D. the largest and most powerful military organization on Earth.

After receiving Daisy's olive branch, Obama analyzed and investigated for two days before deciding to meet formally today.

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