Jason Kin lifted his hand slightly, and a ripple of black energy spread from his palm. The Rotting Poison he unleashed struck the corpse of Viper, whose body had already suffered brain death.
In an instant, her form disintegrated into fine black ash, scattering into the air as if she had never existed.
Jason's gaze sharpened. Truly, this power was worthy of the title Supreme of Venoms. The Rotting Poison could corrode anything, leaving nothing behind.
"Commander, now that we know who plotted against the Phils family, allow me to take care of it," Bismarck said in a steady voice, her eyes cold with determination.
Jason gave a slight nod. "Yes, it is time to let S.H.I.E.L.D. see my stance clearly." His tone carried a calm finality, as though he were declaring fate itself. He looked back at Bismarck with a rare smile. "Bismarck, you have performed well today. You deserve a reward."
Bismarck's expression softened into a faint, almost uncharacteristic smile. "Commander, serving you is my greatest honor. I ask for no reward."
Jason's tone grew deeper, filled with divine authority. "You are my apostle. I must reward and punish with clarity. I grant you the Rotting Poison."
Since Bismarck had captured Viper, it was fitting that the spoils would flow back to her. As a legendary-level powerhouse, she was worthy of wielding a skill as terrifying as the Tier 8 Legendary Rotting Poison. Combined with her cold and unyielding personality, the venom would suit her perfectly.
Jason released a crimson light from his hand, which flew directly into Bismarck's body. She shivered as the energy merged with her, and she immediately sensed the poisonous skill becoming part of her essence.
Her breath quickened. Having already witnessed the destruction the Rotting Poison was capable of, she knew its value. With this power added to her arsenal, her strength had reached yet another peak. She was more dangerous than ever before.
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High above the S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion base, a black dragon descended rapidly, its wings blotting out the sun as it landed with a thunderous roar.
The moment it touched down, heavily armed soldiers swarmed forward, weapons raised. In the sky, countless Quinjet fighters appeared, locking onto the dragon from multiple angles. From the ground and surrounding buildings, more agents closed in, sealing every possible escape route.
A net of steel and fire surrounded the dragon, and atop it stood Bismarck. She leapt down gracefully, her long cloak fluttering in the wind as she landed without so much as a glance at the array of weapons aimed at her.
"So, this is how you want it? If that is the case, I will slaughter you all without hesitation," Bismarck muttered, her lips curving into a cold smile.
Today, she had come on Jason Kin's orders to deal with Pierce and settle the matter involving the Phils family. The commander's target was only Pierce, but he had made it clear. If anyone else tried to stand in her way, they too would be eliminated.
If gods blocked her, she would kill gods. If buddhas blocked her, she would kill buddhas.
Her mission was simple: achieve the goal at any cost.
So to her, these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were nothing more than ants, fragile creatures she could crush without effort.
Just as Bismarck was about to unleash her power, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
"Wait! What are you doing? Lower your weapons immediately! Bismarck is our honored guest!"
Natasha Romanoff stepped forward quickly, her expression tense. Her sharp eyes met Bismarck's icy gaze, and she felt her heart sink.
Few people knew, but Natasha did. If this woman grew angry, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters could be obliterated in moments.
"An honored guest?" Bismarck's laugh was soft, but full of scorn. "Is this how S.H.I.E.L.D. treats its guests?"
"It's a misunderstanding," Natasha quickly assured her. She turned toward the soldiers and barked, "Drop your weapons now. Back off immediately!"
But her words fell on deaf ears. The soldiers did not lower their guns. The Quinjets above still had their targeting systems locked on Bismarck.
The killing intent was unmistakable.
Natasha's face went pale. Sweat prickled her forehead. She had no idea why Bismarck had suddenly appeared here, but she knew this much: if the situation escalated, there would be no stopping the bloodshed.
And then, the air grew heavier.
An elderly man in a suit walked forward with measured steps. Behind him, a squad of elite agents followed, all clad in specialized combat uniforms and armed to the teeth.
"Forgive me, miss," the man said with a practiced smile that never reached his eyes. "You pose an enormous threat to S.H.I.E.L.D., and indeed to this nation as a whole. We ask that you cease resistance and submit to our investigation."
He stopped several meters away, cautious yet resolute. The agents behind him stared at Bismarck with open hostility, ready to attack at the slightest provocation.
Natasha's eyes widened in disbelief. "Director Pierce? Why are you here? What are you doing? Bismarck is with the Phils family. You cannot treat her like this!"
The man was none other than Alexander Pierce, former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and now a senior minister of the World Security Council.
His voice turned cold as he addressed Natasha. "Natasha, do not presume to teach me my duty. You are an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I am your superior. Stand down at once. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to suspect you of collusion with outside forces."
"You…" Natasha's face twisted with anger and frustration, but she could not refute him.
Bismarck, however, was entirely unconcerned with their argument. She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a mocking smile as her eyes locked on Pierce.
"You hardly sound like a man seeking an investigation," she said coldly. "From your people, I sense only one thing. Killing intent. And it is laughable."
Her voice grew sharper, carrying across the entire base. "If you want to fight, then stop wasting words and make your move. It saves me the trouble of hunting you down myself."
Bismarck nearly laughed aloud. To think such weak, insignificant ants dared harbor killing intent against her.
It was the height of foolishness. It was ignorance of death itself.
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