The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

The television presenter stared intently at the camera: "It's obvious that our government or military is hiding something from us. That thing is definitely not a drone. Now we hope they can answer us: what are they hiding?"

Diana was somewhat troubled. She hadn't expected this kind of problem to arise. After all, she had never intended to hide her identity in her original world, but the feeling of being treated as an unknown creature was really unpleasant.

Even the ice cream in my hand doesn't taste good anymore.

Looking at the ice cream in her hand and then at the television, Diana shook her head.

Ice cream is still the most important thing; it doesn't taste good when it melts.

Thinking about it, I started eating ice cream again.

"It's so delicious!" A satisfied expression appeared on her beautiful face.

While Diana was enjoying her meal, chaos reigned within S.H.I.E.L.D. on the other side.

Nick Fury stared intently at the news broadcast with a somber expression.

“Can anyone tell me how anyone managed to film this?” Nick Fury turned to his intelligence team. “Fuck! Why didn’t we know Diana’s whereabouts?”

The agent from the intelligence team who had been playing with a gadget during work hours stepped forward: "Sorry, Sir. Diana may have already discovered that we were still monitoring her every move, so I had to urgently shift the satellite's detection."

The agent then showed footage of Diana seemingly looking directly at a satellite from the rooftop.

Seeing this, Nick Fury couldn't help but feel a chill; the oppressive feeling in their gazes was simply too strong. He waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

"What about public opinion now?" an assistant reminded him.

Nick Fury tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully and said, "What do you think about calling it a newly invented bionic robot?"

The assistant was taken aback by the director's question, but still shared his thoughts: "I think it would be better to bring the mutants back into the public eye and let everyone believe that the figure is a mutant."

To be honest, Nick Fury had thought of this method, but if mutants were to reappear in this way, the first people to get restless would probably be those congressmen.

The mutant riots of the last century had instilled considerable hostility in these men towards mutants.

Only a few dozen people have survived to this day.

Nick Fury stopped asking his assistant questions; he had made his decision.

Now he has to face the questions from the five bosses.

As the sunlight of a brand new day awakens all those who are still asleep, the morning news on television begins to play.

First, a military spokesperson spoke eloquently at the press conference.

The crux of the matter is that the humanoid figure that appeared in Brooklyn, New York yesterday was part of the military testing new individual combat equipment.

In short, we have never hidden anything from you; it's just that you have wild imaginations.

You say they're mutants. But haven't mutants been cured since the beginning of the new century?

This world did not implement Project Sentinel, but the government still developed a so-called treatment that could eliminate mutant genes.

Diana simply watched the spokesperson on television with a calm expression, not understanding why everyone was covering up the various superhumans that were appearing in society.

Perhaps only the man who is still trapped in the cave can truly unveil the curtain on the superhero world.

Diana went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art as usual.

But today's museum is clearly different, especially the burly man in the white suit.

Fisk arrived early in the morning, waiting for Miss Diana Prince.

"Good morning, sir." Diana wore a gentle smile, a stark contrast to the murderous shrew who had turned people into oil paintings yesterday.

Diana didn't care at all that Fisker could find her; how could a local New York tycoon not find her?

“Good morning, I am Wilson Grant Fisk.” Fisk extended his large hand.

Diana did not refuse; her fair hands, which could easily crush steel, appeared somewhat small in Fisker's large hands.

"Diana Prince".

Neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday.

But everything was kept unspoken.

The two walked into the museum side by side, while the people around them were stopped by the bodyguards that Fisk had brought.

“I have an appointment with Mrs. Gosling of the Hand tonight for negotiations, Miss Wonder Woman.” Fisk and Diana stood before Henry II’s helmet. They had only decided to call her that because her appearance was so similar to the WW in the comics, and besides, it was impossible for them to even have the same name, especially since she had suddenly appeared in New York thirteen years ago.

Thirteen years, and no signs of aging...

While Fiske was looking at Diana.

Diana's gentle voice reached Fisk's ears: "Please call me Diana or Miss Prince."

“Okay, Diana.”

Chapter 23 Five fingers? Four now.

At that moment, Madam Gao was looking at the invitation card sent by her subordinate, and the person who invited her was none other than Fisk.

"It seems they've finally given up and are preparing to bow down and beg for peace." Xin, noticing Madam Gao's still furrowed brows, asked with some confusion, "Is there something wrong with this?"

"Although the result is similar to what we expected, it still makes me a little uneasy." Mrs. Gao's withered face showed an inexplicable worry. "We still have too little infiltration into New York, otherwise we could still find some clues."

Xin found Madam Gao's inexplicable worry laughable, but he didn't say anything, since Madam Gao was the boss now.

"Bring more people to the meeting with Fissik tonight." Mrs. Gao simply resorted to the most basic method: bringing more people. This was the only way she could think of to alleviate her anxiety.

Xin had no choice but to nod and go to prepare the manpower for tonight.

Although I was puzzled by Madam Gao's unease, it's always better to be safe than sorry. Dying once is still quite a headache.

“Well then, let’s see what backup plans you have in store, Fisk.” Mrs. Gao stared at the invitation, her gaze heavy.

Time is like sand in your hand; it always slips through your fingers without you even noticing.

The appointed time arrived quickly.

Fisker chose a manor outside New York as the location for this negotiation, which would put Mrs. Gosling at ease. After all, it wasn't exactly her territory.

“Welcome, Mrs. Gao.” Fisk, standing at the entrance to the hall, smiled and extended his hand to Mrs. Gao.

“Negotiation is a very wise choice, Mr. Fisk.” Mrs. Gao also shook Fisk’s hand with a smile.

"Please." Fisk's expression remained unchanged as he greeted Madam Gao and Xin, who had been by her side, with a smile.

Just after the three entered the hall, a woman dressed in classic Greek red armor came down from the second floor.

The moment Madam Gao saw the woman, her pupils contracted. Her four hundred years of life allowed her to clearly sense the presence of a kindred spirit.

That scent of longevity.

But Madam Gao did not sense the power of the dragon bone from that woman, nor did she sense the repulsive aura of those European vampires.

Just as Mrs. Gao was about to ask Fisker a question, she found that the man was already standing obediently at the bottom of the stairs, as if he were just that woman's pawn.

"Shin, if things get out of hand, let the ninjas in," Madam Gao said to Shin.

Xin nodded.

Even though he disdained Madam Gao's concerns, he strictly followed her orders, especially in this situation.

It's clear that Fisk isn't the one in control.

Diana walked down the stairs and came to Fisk's side: "Is it really them?"

Fiske nodded.

"It seems you don't want to talk to us, Fisk," Mrs. Gao said in a deep voice, leaning on her cane.

“No, this young lady will speak with you first before I do,” Fisk said to Mrs. Gao with a smile, while gesturing to Diana beside him.

“Oh? I don’t think we have anything to talk about with a little girl.” Before Madam Gao could say anything, Xin interrupted her.

Diana almost laughed, after all, no one had ever called her a little girl before, and only Darkseid had the right to call her that.

Now, a child who is in their twenties or even hundreds of years old calls themselves a little girl.

“Little girl, are you calling me?” Diana looked at the letter calmly.

"Otherwise what? How old are you? Twenty or twenty-five?" Xin said with a smile. "Don't think that just because you're wearing fancy clothes you can talk to us."

To everyone's surprise, Xin suddenly made his move.

He swiftly lunged at Diana, throwing a punch straight at her face.

He didn't believe that an ordinary person who thought he had some strength could survive a punch from him.

But the truth is, the punch that landed directly on Diana's cheek wasn't even enough to make her turn her head.

“Kid, you have to hit harder.” Diana said, raising her hand, clenching it into a fist, and striking Xin squarely in the abdomen.

With one punch, the letter was embedded in the ground.

Shin looked at Diana, whose cheeks hadn't even turned red, with disbelief, but could only breathe his last.

When Diana embedded the letter in the ground, Mrs. Gosling realized that this meeting was a trap set by Fisker, a trap that would cause them all to perish here.

"Is this what you mean, Fisk?" Madame Gao shouted sharply. "You want to start another war?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at Diana. Mrs. Gao saw Diana's young and beautiful face and said, "I don't know what Fisker promised you, but I can give you anything he can give you."

While saying these words, Madam Gao was also contacting the ninjas outside through the communication device in her cane.

But Diana clearly ignored Madame Gao and took the Lasso of Truth from her waist and threw it out.

Madam Gao tried to dodge the unidentified object thrown by the woman, but Diana's Lasso of Truth was too fast. Even though Madam Gao was once a disciple of Kunlun, she could only observe it but could not dodge it.

"The Lasso of Truth, anyone caught in it can only tell the truth." Diana pulled on the Lasso of Truth and dragged Madam Gao in front of her.

Mrs. Gao's withered face was filled with shock; she had never heard of such a thing in all her years of life.

What are you here in New York for?

"For the sake of the dragon bones." Hearing the truth that she hadn't originally wanted to say, Madam Gao could only look at Diana with a complicated expression.

"Dragon bones?" Diana knew very well that there was no description of such a thing in her memory.

"It is used to prolong our lives and maintain our health, and can be used to resurrect the dead if necessary."

“You? Aren’t you the leader of the Hand?” Diana realized that Mrs. Gauthier was referring to “we”.

Madam Gao's eyes blazed with hatred, but it was all in vain. She continued to recount the truth about the Hand: "There are five of us, including myself. We are the five fingers of the Hand."