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The night breeze blew gently, and a graceful figure sat quietly on the edge of the bridge, allowing the cool wind to brush against her face. Her expression remained unchanged, as if burdened by heavy thoughts.
After a moment, there was a rustle, and suddenly a figure stood beside her, though she did not know when he had arrived.
"You really are hard to catch off guard!" Felicia said with a faint smile, breaking her contemplation.
Shasha also smiled in response, "In my memory, it seems that our meetings here are the most profound."
Felicia slowly lowered her head, letting out a soft sigh as she recalled those times. A life of freedom and joy had always been what she yearned for. However, ever since she took on the weight of revenge, it felt like her life had taken an unending detour.
"Why did you call me here without saying anything? If you need help, I can agree to it in advance."
Though Felicia and Shasha were not particularly close, Shasha felt an inexplicable connection to Black Cat; it was not love.
"Do you remember when I told you about my father here?"
Shasha was taken aback. Hadn't that matter already been clarified? Was there still something hidden? After a moment of silence, he slowly replied, "I know who the mastermind is; you must know too."
Felicia nodded. "That's also why I joined the White Queen Faction. I just didn't expect that you would join White Queen's camp as well."
As a member of the White Queen Faction, she naturally knew about its members. As White Bishop, Shasha's involvement was something she couldn't overlook. Although surprised that Shasha was in the same camp, she did not narcissistically assume that Shasha was there to help her with revenge.
"Sometimes circumstances force one to bow down. A brief submission does not mean lifelong servitude. Besides, our goals are aligned now," Shasha admitted without hiding anything. After all, the chain of events concerned Felicia; they were now allies standing on the same front—almost unbreakable.
Felicia pressed her lips together tightly and softly said thank you.
It would be false to say she wasn't moved. After all, their encounters had been fleeting; although memorable, they were devoid of deeper emotions. They could be considered friends but not necessarily close ones. Yet despite this, he stood resolutely by her side—not for any transaction but out of camaraderie.
"I think I can tell you what I know because aside from you, I can't think of anyone else to share this with. If you're willing to listen, it won't take long."
This statement was a test but not overly so; she merely wanted to see if Shasha would catch the underlying implication and back away.
Even without hearing it directly, Shasha knew this secret must be related to Black Queen. Without hesitation, he nodded in agreement.
Seeing Shasha's determination, Felicia felt a hint of relief at the corners of her mouth, and then slowly revealed the shocking secret she had learned.
Moments later, after listening to Felicia's account, Shasha's brows furrowed deeply. He had initially thought that the death row inmates were used by the Black Queen to extend her lifespan, but he never imagined they were meant for a Ritual. The statue was clearly linked to some Evil God.
The power of the Evil God was unfathomable, adept at seducing hearts and thriving on deals. He would tempt you to serve him at a great cost; what seemed difficult to you was worthless in his eyes.
So, what wish had the Black Queen made to the Evil God?
Though curious, Shasha saw an opportunity to complete a series of Side Quests. No matter what the Black Queen was plotting, as long as they destroyed that statue, her conspiracy would collapse on its own.
He then asked, "Did your father mention anything about the location of the statue in his letter?"
Felicia shook her head slowly. "Even though he escorted those death row inmates to the stronghold, he was blindfolded the entire way, so he has no idea where the statue is stored."
Not knowing the exact location? That was indeed a dilemma.
But it made sense; such important matters would hardly be disclosed easily.
"How about this? We investigate separately and share any intelligence we gather. Once we have progress, we can take our next steps."
Felicia nodded at Shasha's suggestion. "That's all we can do."
Meanwhile, within Jin Bing's empire conglomerate.
Anna, under the alias Mira, infiltrated the organization as an assistant director in Jin Bing's money laundering operation.
Though she had only been there for a short time, she had already gathered substantial evidence regarding Jin Bing's criminal activities. After all, she could uncover others' memories simply by interacting with them, so this company held no secrets from her.
Natasha had indeed been a great teacher, imparting many skills to Anna—how to disguise herself, act convincingly, and evade others' gaze while disappearing from surveillance.
Anna had mastered these skills well and even seemed to surpass her mentor in some aspects.
It was no wonder Nick Fury valued Anna so highly and sought to keep her within S.H.I.E.L.D.
Combat is crucial; without armed forces, it is impossible to control those who act without restraint. However, intelligence operatives are, in many ways, even more important than military forces. Without them, much information and secrets would remain unknown.
Intelligence is vital; it can determine the course of significant events, influence the rise and fall of factions, and even decide the life or death of individuals or groups. It may not be as tangible as military might, but it surpasses it in importance.
Thus, the heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D. covets intelligence operatives.
As the last piece of data was transferred onto the external hard drive, Anna breathed a sigh of relief in the dead of night while sneaking into the company's confidential data room.
Just as she was about to unplug the hard drive and leave, a nearly imperceptible sound of footsteps echoed in the silence.
Most people wouldn't notice it, but Anna was different; her hearing had been specially trained to detect even the faintest sound, like the fluttering of a fly's wings from afar.
Who could it be at this hour?
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