Chapter 133: Clark's Aunt

As another portal failed to materialize, Clark finally lowered his arm, powerless, and with a wry smile said to Hill beside him, "After more than a dozen teleports, this place should be safe now, right?"

Hill was shocked by his words and hurriedly asked, "You still haven't told me, what exactly happened?"

Feeling his consciousness fading, Clark weakly replied, "There's no time to explain. I can only tell you that nearly half of the hidden Hydra within SHIELD is led by Alexander Pierce."

His words nearly shattered Hill's worldview, as that name was undoubtedly the most trustworthy and above suspicion within SHIELD. Almost no one would suspect him of being part of Hydra.

Doubting she had heard correctly, Hill urgently asked again, "What did you say?"

Clark, now lacking the strength to repeat his previous words, continued on his own, "In this situation, acting rashly is tantamount to seeking death. However, with your intelligence, you should know what to do once you've calmed down. Remember, you must protect yourself…"

After saying this, he passed out.

"Clark!" Hill exclaimed, quickly pulling out her communicator to call Nick Fury, "We're in trouble. Clark has been critically injured and needs support!"

"Repeat, we need support!"

"He's just in a coma for now. Such injuries would be fatal for anyone else, but for him, he just needs some time to rest and he'll recover on his own. However, he's lost a lot of blood, and we need to transfuse blood quickly if we want him to wake up sooner."

This voice didn't come from the communicator, but from beside Hill.

Turning her head sharply, she saw a black woman checking Clark's injuries while casually saying, "I'm Clark's aunt, you can call me by my name, Monica."

Pausing for a moment, Monica continued, "My full name is Monica Rambeau. I suppose you've investigated Clark's background and know of my existence."

Upon hearing this, Hill immediately recalled information about her.

Monica Rambeau:

Gender: Female

Born in New Orleans, lost her father at a young age, and her mother later remarried a Chinese man, Clark's grandfather.

After reaching adulthood, Monica chose to enlist and then disappeared after an experimental accident.

The record ends there, but upon seeing Monica in person, Hill started to suspect another possibility.

That is, SHIELD does have her real records, but Hill's clearance isn't high enough to access them. This bold guess, fueled by women's intuition, seemed more plausible to her.

Knowing that her clearance as the deputy director of SHIELD is Level 8, just below Nick Fury and Pierce, and even higher than Coulson, it was shocking to think Monica's existence was of such significance that it surpassed many superheroes.

But now wasn't the time to delve into this matter. After Monica's reminder, Hill immediately took out a spare blood transfusion kit.

As a competent agent, she naturally carried emergency supplies, each a high-tech product with compact size and full functionality.

After checking her own blood type against Clark's and finding no match, Hill's face showed disappointment. A mismatched transfusion could worsen Clark's condition.

Then, Monica spoke again, "Use my blood. Though we're not related by blood, our blood types match."

With the fresh blood transfused, Clark's wounds, already stopped bleeding, visibly began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his pale complexion quickly turned rosy.

About half an hour later, Clark suddenly opened his eyes, quickly got up from the ground, and looked at Hill confusedly, "How long was I out?"

Seeing Clark's anxious demeanor, Hill explained helplessly, "You're a freak. You recovered so quickly from such severe injuries without even a scar left on your body."

Glancing at her watch, she continued, "It's been less than half an hour since you passed out, to be exact, 27 minutes."

Clark frowned, wondering if his recovery ability had reached such a formidable level.

But something felt off. He remembered losing a lot of blood and even falling into a coma. Even if his body could heal, he should have been very weak.

Yet, his current condition was unprecedentedly good, even stronger than before the injury.

This feeling couldn't be wrong. His strength had indeed improved in just this short half-hour.

As Clark pondered, Hill added, "Oh, your aunt came by. She donated a lot of blood for you, but she has already left."

She then detailed Monica's visit to Clark.

"Before she left, she destroyed the blood transfusion kit and told me to tell you that she had severely injured Mr. Man, who would need a long time to recover."

"But she didn't completely solve your problem. Instead, she intended for Mr. Man to be your test and motivation to keep getting stronger. When your strength improves, you'll take your revenge."

"Are Mr. Man and your aunt even stronger than you?"

"I guess so?" Clark replied uncertainly with a wry smile. "I can't handle Mr. Man right now, but if my aunt defeated him, she must be even stronger. I only remember her from my childhood as someone who liked to tease me, even calling me 'Clark the coward.'"

Regaining his focus, Clark changed the subject, "Have you contacted Egg?"

Though not pleased with the nickname, Hill nodded and said seriously, "He mentioned Natasha is also in danger, not far from here. He asked us to regroup if possible, and reinforcements will arrive within an hour."

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