The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

He had just tried to take it off, but it didn't work. It was still firmly wrapped around his wrist, as if it had been there since he was born.

"So you really are Wonder Woman?" Pepper completely ignored Tony's question. Her childhood idol was right in front of her, so she couldn't help but be excited. "When I first heard your name, I never would have guessed. If you hadn't just pulled out this sparkling Lasso of Truth, I would have really thought you were also an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Yes, I am." Diana saw no need to hide it and readily admitted it. "Aren't you afraid I'm a fraud?"

“Don’t worry, after all, my boss just admitted he’s Iron Man.” Pepper said, then turned to Tony, “Why did you admit you’re Iron Man?”

“Hiding my identity will only put me at a disadvantage, and America will also obstruct me, even using my things to start a war.” Tony looked at Diana with surprise. He had just roughly understood the function of the thing in his hand, which was like a lie detector with an amplifying function, but he did not expect it to be so useful.

"Besides, I am Tony Stark, I have no need to hide myself."

Retracting the Lasso of Truth, Diana glanced at the silent Pepper, then at Tony Stark who was staring intently at the Lasso, and said, "You can't study this thing."

Tony scoffed; he didn't believe there was anything science couldn't explain.

Diana didn't bother explaining further; the little mustache would understand eventually. Standing up, Diana decided it was best to leave this space to those two lovestruck fools who never openly expressed their feelings.

Some things they have to discover for themselves.

Chapter 39 The Stick-Wielder and Daredevil

Before Diana could even leave Stark Tower, Kingpin called.

The cell phone in Diana's hand was naturally one of the things she took from Tony. Sometimes it felt great to be a big spender, and she had gotten quite a few good things from Little Bat before.

For example, the old-fashioned personal transportation vehicles.

“Looks like you have good news to tell me, Fisk,” Diana said as she answered the phone.

Fisk then said, "I didn't find it; it was that street hero I mentioned before who found it."

Fisk didn't take credit for it for a simple reason: he didn't think much of it.

“It seems they are significantly more enthusiastic about fighting this kind of crime than we are.” The biggest reason why Diana had never taken the Hand seriously was that these people were really too insignificant.

They're just a bunch of kids who crave immortality.

“Maybe.” Fisk didn’t comment on Diana’s words, because that bastard Daredevil had destroyed several of his own strongholds. “This time Daredevil has an old blind man by his side. It seems that he led Daredevil to the Hand’s stronghold.”

That old blind man was not someone to be trifled with; at the very least, he was a martial arts master skilled in combat.

"Daredevil?" Diana had never heard of this name before, not even in the depths of her memory.

“He’s just a hot-blooded street hero,” Fisk explained, since Diana didn’t know who he was. “He’s currently heading to the Hand’s territory with that old blind man.”

"Truly full of passion," Diana chuckled, her behavior no different from her first battle.

"I'll send you the approximate address of the Hand to your phone." Fisk hung up the phone after saying that; things weren't uncommon in such a large territory.

He's not like those masked clowns who hide behind masks and conceal everything about themselves.

His men still need to eat.

Diana was not surprised by Fisker's sudden hanging up; a man who had to manage the entire underground of New York City could not possibly be as leisurely as she, a museum worker.

Speaking of museums, it seems like they haven't been open for two or three days.

Diana sighed, guessing she was going to get her pay docked, even though her pay wasn't much to begin with.

"Ding!"

The notification sound broke Diana's reverie.

Fisk had already sent Diana the location where the Hand's fingers were hidden.

Diana didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This group of people were openly hiding right under her nose, or rather, it was a case of the darkest place being under the lamp.

The address Fisk sent was an abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn.

"Why do these guys always like to go to places like this? Is it a tradition?" Diana couldn't understand what these people were thinking. Did they think that abandoned warehouses could bring them good luck?

Diana didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from killing the bugs.

Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, Daredevil Matt Murdoch was in his small law firm with his mentor, Stick.

"It's been investigated. The remaining four members of the Hand have all gathered together because of Mrs. Gao's mysterious death," Matt said, adjusting his glasses.

“Xin was supposed to bring Black Sky into New York City, but it seems that Black Sky is not with Xin.” Stickman knew Black Sky’s power very well. If Xin had brought Black Sky into New York, he wouldn’t have died so mysteriously.

Yes, it's eerie.

Both he and the Holy Church currently only know that Madam Gao and Xin allegedly died after their meeting with Wilson Fisk, and that the manor where they died has now been rebuilt; nothing else is known.

As for whether Fisk actually killed those two, no one believed that Fisk could kill Madam Gao and Shin, who were carrying a large number of ninjas. After all, even the Stick himself wasn't confident that he could kill those two in a one-on-two situation, let alone achieve a completely silent and overwhelming victory.

It's a good thing Diana wasn't here, otherwise she really would have laughed out loud. Was it silent? It's just that everyone except Fisk turned to ashes, which made it silent.

“Perhaps we can find that person and work with him,” the old man said, leaning on his long cane.

Matt shook his head, then, remembering that his master didn't possess his extraordinary senses, he said, "No one knows who killed Madam Gao. The only person who might know the identity of that person is Wilson Grant Fisk. After all, he was the only one who saw those two people last."

After meeting with Mrs. Gao and Xin, Fisker demolished and rebuilt the old castle he owned. Matt absolutely didn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on, but who could confront this head of New York's underworld?

"Then let's go find him!" The old man slammed his stick against the ground.

“That’s Wilson Grant Fisk! The Kingpin of New York!” Matt shouted, unable to comprehend what his father and mentor was thinking.

Go find Kingpin? Isn't that just an ordinary person facing a tiger and then sliding in with a tackle?

"The Hand has brought Black Sky in this time. If we don't stop them, New York will become a living hell! What kind of Kingpin is he?!" Stick shouted loudly in Matt's direction.

"I don't know what Black Sky is, but I know that going to Kingpin rashly like this will definitely not end well." Matt didn't have a clear impression of the Black Sky that Stick was talking about, but as long as he was going to die, there was no need to be afraid of anything.

The old man could only sigh. He respected his disciple's opinion. "Alright then. Go and investigate tonight. If you're outmatched, retreat immediately." As he spoke, the old man raised his head, his lifeless eyes seemingly looking at Matt. "After you retreat, listen to me. Go find Fisk and ask him about that mysterious man."

Without giving Matt a chance to speak, Stick got up and left Matt's small law firm.

Matt could only grip his guide cane tightly.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” Alexandra asked, sitting at the round table and looking at the other three.

The remaining four fingers of the Hand were now all gathered together. This meeting had no other purpose than to make sense, and Alexandra was getting impatient.

All her organs were failing, and she needed the dragon bone to be reborn. It was at her behest that Mrs. Gao came to New York to find the dragon bone. Now that Mrs. Gao was dead, the other fingers were only telling themselves to hide, that the day of success would come.

Botu simply took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry, Kingpin has fewer and fewer people at his disposal. We'll get that dragon bone soon."

The other two agreed with what Boto said, saying that sometimes things can be solved by those fearless ninjas, so there's no need to rush.

But Alexandra couldn't wait any longer, and she stormed off the meeting in a huff.

After Alexandra left, Murakami said, "She's lost her composure now. Perhaps we really need to speed things up."

“No, Black Void hasn’t fully awakened yet. When Black Void awakens, everything else will just be toys in our hands,” Sowanda said, his eyes gleaming.

At this moment, Diana was still on her way back to New York.

Chapter 40 Naive Master and Disciple

As the sun gradually set, night once again enveloped the entire land.

Matt Murdoch, dressed in a red bodysuit, and his master Stick were already preparing for the battle against the Hand.

The two stood in an alley not far from the abandoned warehouse, relying on Matt's extrasensory perception to conduct surveillance and reconnaissance of the surrounding area.

“No, there are basically no blind spots,” Matt said to Stickman. “Unless we can fly to the roof of the warehouse, we can’t sneak in; we’ll just have to confront them head-on.”

No one expected that this time the Hand would not only rely on its own ninjas, but also recruit a group of mercenaries to ensure the safety of the place.

Stickman listened without offering any opinion. His trip to New York was a personal matter. The Holy Order, completely unaware of his intentions, wouldn't assign him many men.

The best course of action in this situation is to retreat and find another solution.

After all, none of them survived being shot.

The old man said somewhat reluctantly, "Then let's go. This time you really have to listen to me and go talk to Fisk about this."

Matt remained silent. He really didn't think that cooperating with Kingpin was a good thing, but his master didn't want to drag the Holy Order into this matter, which was indeed an extremely difficult task.

But just as the two blind people, one old and one young, were about to leave, Matt felt a loud, explosive sound enter his ears.

"Wait, someone jumped into the warehouse from the sky." Matt pulled the stick-wielding old man back. The guards who were on guard outside rushed into the warehouse like a hornet's nest that had been disturbed.

The old man could probably hear the chaotic sounds coming from inside the warehouse.

"It seems we don't need to find any more help for this operation." The old man was completely unlike the wise and astute master he usually was; instead, he was overly excited.

He picked up the stick and headed toward the Hands' warehouse.

Matt really wanted to observe for a while longer to determine whether they could take action. No one knew the strength of the person who had suddenly barged in. What if he was just a small fry? That would only put them both in danger.

But Matt had no choice but to follow his master as he rushed toward the warehouse.

The warehouse is indeed dangerous at this moment.

All the guns, big and small, were aimed at the warehouse roof that had just been breached, and many ninjas holding samurai swords were hidden in the shadows. All of them were focused on the figure in the center of the ground.

This person was none other than Diana, who had already returned to New York.

At this moment, Diana looked around at the mercenaries who were pointing various guns at her with great interest, but soon her beautiful brows furrowed.

She sensed a power here that did not belong to this world.

Ancient, dark, bloodthirsty, and tinged with pain.

“I originally thought you were just children yearning for immortality,” Diana said, looking at the four people who emerged from underground. “But now I realize you are not.”

Do you even know what you're doing?!

Diana's stern rebuke had no effect on the four fingers of the opponent's group; it only made three of them laugh out loud—the three gamblers.

As for Alexandra, she didn't know what the three gamblers were really up to, but she had a rough idea of ​​what it was related to.

"You brought Black Sky here?" she asked in a deep voice.

The gambler did not answer Alexandra's question, but simply waved his hand, indicating that he would deal with this unexpected visitor.

"Bang!..."

As the gunshots rang out, Diana, who should have been riddled with bullets on the spot, simply vanished from everyone's sight.

When she was rediscovered, Diana was already standing in front of the Hand's four fingers.

“Making deals with the dark will only lead to your own destruction.” Diana stared into the gambler’s eyes.