Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Raven took out a small medicine bottle from her pocket. The bottle trembled slightly in her hand, as if it had its own life, like a frightened little animal, moving restlessly in her palm.

She took it silently in her hand and opened the bottle cap, her movements were a little slow, as if she was being held back by an invisible thread. She swallowed a small green pill, and the moment the pill touched the tip of her tongue, a bitter taste spread out, and that bitterness seemed to be a reflection of her chaotic heart at the moment, spreading in her mouth for a long time.

"Okay, let's carry out the mission quickly! We don't have that much time." Vanessa's voice slowly dissipated, just like the morning mist that gradually dissipates under the sunlight, leaving no trace.

But her eyes were always fixed on Riven standing in front of her from the long shadow cast on the ground.

Hundreds of mental suggestions have been planted in this woman's brain. There are many types of these mental suggestions, some that confuse memory, some that distort cognition, and some that block emotions, and they are hard to guard against.

They are like dense spider webs hidden in the darkness, each strand of spider silk flashing with strange light, silently binding Riven's thoughts and memories. If Vanessa had not followed her all the time, Riven would probably have completely remembered her identity. Once the dusty memory is opened, all the past experiences, emotions and missions will come back like a surging tide.

It feels like restarting a computer. Every time you restart, no matter what you have done, everything will return to the starting point.

Riven twitched her sensitive ears slightly, and in an instant, the whole person disappeared into the thick darkness like a ghost.

Her nimble figure shuttled through the shadows, like a night elf that had merged with the darkness, quietly and silently shuttling through this military base full of unknowns and dangers.

She had been sneaking into the military base for several hours.

But he has been wandering around the periphery.

In fact, the defense here is definitely many times stronger than what was estimated at the beginning of the plan.

First of all, there are the ubiquitous hounds, whose keen sense of smell seems to be able to capture the slightest strange smell in the air.

In addition, there are cameras everywhere, like countless pairs of eyes that never close, coldly monitoring every corner of the base.

There were also patrols that were impenetrable and continuous like the surface of a waterfall. The neat footsteps echoed in the silent base, as if it was a countdown to death. It was no exaggeration to say that unless a strong army was sent to launch a frontal assault, otherwise, if you wanted to explore the secrets here, you could only indulge in endless daydreams.

However, as the saying goes, every profession has its specialties. Things like infiltration may seem daunting and insurmountable to others, but Riven is a well-deserved top expert in this area.

She was like a silent breeze, quietly approaching a soldier who was patrolling past her.

The soldier was wrapped in heavy military equipment, wearing a gas mask and night vision goggles on his head, and holding tightly in his hand a ferocious-looking hound with its tongue hanging out.

The hound's nose should have been the most deadly detector, but at this moment, it seemed to be under a spell and lost all its effectiveness, and it didn't smell any unnecessary scent of strangers.

At the moment when Riven's hand gently touched the soldier's neck, something magical happened. The intruder with golden hair and graceful figure had transformed into a burly soldier. This was not an illusion from some kind of mental suggestion like Angela's, but a real change in the body, a genuine reshaping of the form.

This is the most powerful aspect of Mystique's gene, which gives Riven unique capital for survival and exploration in this dangerous world.

"Ok?"

The soldier's nerves, which were originally tense due to high alert, were instantly touched. He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and turned his head subconsciously, with confusion and alertness in his eyes.

His movements were quick and slightly stiff. His body twisted slightly as his head turned. The muscles in his neck were tense, revealing blue veins.

However, before he could react further, Riven's hand, hidden under the disguise of a soldier, had hit his vital parts with lightning precision.

In an instant, a feeling of numbness quickly spread from the place where he was hit to his whole body. His eyes lost focus instantly, and his brain seemed to be suddenly drained of all consciousness. His eyes rolled up, and his body fell lifelessly into Riven's arms like a heavy sandbag.

The hound next to it seemed to have noticed something strange, and it quickly turned its head, which was originally focused on the front. Its deep and wild eyes flickered with doubt and anxiety. Its ears stood up alertly, like two sharp daggers piercing the night sky, keenly capturing any sound around it.

But immediately, Riven's hand, hidden under the disguise of a soldier, tightly grasped the reins of the hound's throat like an iron clamp.

She pulled with a little force, and the strong command conveyed by the reins instantly suppressed the hound's nerves that were originally tense due to vigilance. The fierce light in its eyes gradually dimmed, and it returned to its mechanical patrol state, continuing to move forward with its seemingly steady but actually controlled steps.

Riven's movements were skillful and calm. She threw the unconscious soldier's body into the inky shadow behind her as if it were an insignificant object.

At the moment the corpse touched the shadow, an invisible ripple flashed gently. The ripple seemed to have a mysterious magic, like a portal to another world. The corpse was slowly swallowed by it and entered the world of dreams.

Riven had a blank expression on her face, and her eyes were as cold as stars. She was like a real patrol soldier, holding her dog, walking towards the depths of the base with firm and natural steps.

Along the way, none of the other patrolmen she met doubted her. After all, in this military base, everyone wore an expressionless gas mask, and it was difficult to identify each other by their faces.

At this time, the hunting dog in his hand became the best proof of his identity.

After lying in wait for several hours, Riven had already mastered the techniques and strength of the soldiers' hounds.

Following the team, he kept patrolling the empty room.

Riven crept quietly through the corridor of the base, and her hawk-like sharp eyes quickly caught sight of the heavily guarded elevator in the distance.

If there is any place in this huge and complex military base that even their patrol personnel cannot easily approach, then this elevator under heavy guard is undoubtedly the only focus.

It is like an isolated island, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the base, yet closely monitored by countless pairs of vigilant eyes.

This elevator is also very obvious and not that easy to get to.

There are no armed soldiers standing at the door like ordinary guards, but this does not mean that its defense is weak. On the contrary, more than a dozen independently wired cameras are like loyal guards, firmly locking the entire elevator entrance from all directions and angles.

This meant that Riven's previously tried-and-tested camouflage method was no longer effective at this time and place. She had no way of getting close to the elevator by camouflaging herself like she had done before to get close to the patrolling soldiers.

"I need your help." Raven lowered her voice.

"Understood!" Vanessa responded briefly and forcefully.

Her eyes were like nimble snakes, constantly wandering in the shadows, as if looking for a breakthrough, or as if having a silent conversation with the surrounding darkness.

Then, invisible thought ripples began to entwine and spread in all directions with her as the center. Those thought ripples were like tangible silk threads, weaving a mysterious and huge net in the air.

Vanessa has a unique and magical ability. She can create a portal into dreams through painting. Her paintings often do not require a traditional brush, but only the places that her eyes and thoughts can reach. She concentrates all her mental power and focuses her thoughts on the distant and heavily guarded elevator.

Soon, under the continuous entanglement of the ripples of thought, an oil painting was being created quickly in the elevator cabin. The oil painting seemed to be a phantom gradually emerging from the void, with only some vague outlines and color smudges at first, and then gradually became clear.

The scene presented on the screen is full of fantasy and mystery, like an ancient and quiet forest, with lush and twisted branches and leaves of the trees, as if hiding countless unknown secrets.

Deep in the forest, there is an ancient castle vaguely visible. The walls of the castle are covered with vines, exuding an old and mysterious atmosphere.

Under Vanessa's exquisite control of her mind and eyes, a brand new entrance was soon successfully built. The entrance was like a mysterious portal that appeared out of thin air, emitting a subtle and unique light, which was incompatible with the solemn atmosphere of the surrounding military base, but was not easily noticed because it was hidden in the special location of the elevator car.

Ruiwen was still holding the dog, her pace was neither fast nor slow, and she seemed to be nonchalant as she slowly followed the end of the patrol. Her eyes were calm and composed, always paying attention to the movements and opportunities around her.

At the moment she was about to step into the darkness, her figure turned around like a nimble ghost and walked into her own shadow very naturally and quickly.

The shadow seemed to be a passage to another dimension. She disappeared silently with the hound in her hand, without arousing any suspicion or vigilance from the patrol team.

When she appeared again, the space seemed to have undergone a mysterious distortion and transformation, and she was already in the car.

The light in the car was dim, and the metal walls around it gave off a cold atmosphere. There were no surveillance cameras here, but Ruiwen knew that this brief peace did not mean safety. Perhaps in some invisible corner, there was a more sophisticated monitoring system hidden.

Sure enough, just a moment later, an extremely shrill alarm sounded like a sharp arrow, piercing the silence, echoing in the car and hurting people's eardrums.

However, Ruiwen was not panicking at all at this time. Her eyes had already locked on the only down button on the elevator control panel. She stretched out her hand without hesitation and pressed the button firmly with her slender fingers.

Then, as if she sensed some potential danger approaching quietly above her head, she slowly raised her head and looked upwards.

Her eyes revealed a keen insight and resolute determination. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand, which drew a powerful arc in the air, and then she punched the ceiling directly. Broken metal pieces scattered one after another, making a crisp sound in the small cabin.

She took advantage of the situation and pulled down a nanometal worm bomb that had begun to glow red and hot. The bomb was emitting a dangerous red light, like a death star that could explode at any time.

Without any hesitation, Riven threw it directly into the shadow.

In an instant, Vanessa's cursing voice was heard, and the voice was full of helplessness and anger. But at this time, the elevator car seemed to have broken free from some powerful restraints, lost its original balance and control, and fell rapidly towards the depths of the earth.

Chapter 267 Out of control?

The elevator descended rapidly, and the metal car fell like an out-of-control meteor in the narrow shaft. It felt as if a rocket launcher was embedded in the elevator. The only sound in the ears was the whistling wind, as sharp as the howling of ghosts and wolves, blowing Riven's hair wildly and her clothes rustling.

Because there was no traction equipment, the originally tough steel cable now hung weakly by the side, becoming useless scrap metal, so the elevator fell straight into the depths of the ground.

The lights in the car flickered due to the violent shaking. Each flash was like the scythe wielded by the god of death, bringing endless gloom and fear.

If it continues to fall at this speed, unless there is an iron man, he will be smashed into a pile of meat paste!

However, as a top-level infiltrator, Riven has sufficient methods to deal with this desperate situation. She is not a weak lamb that will be easily dragged into the abyss by the god of death. Even though many memories have been processed now, the ability to cope with crises is engraved in her bones.

Riven took a deep breath and quickly took stock of the equipment she was carrying in her mind. Her fingers quickly reached into the seemingly small tactical waist bag on her waist, and a familiar touch made her eyes light up - it was a bundle of high-strength nanofiber ropes, slender but able to withstand several tons of tension, specially made for dealing with extremely rugged terrain.

She quickly pulled out the rope, skillfully tied one end to a relatively stable metal beam on the top of the car, tied an extremely strong sailor's knot, and tied the other end tightly around her waist to ensure that it was safe.

Then, she glanced at the wall of the car, staring at the metal plate that was slightly bulging due to the violent impact.

Riven knew that the elevator's emergency brake device was most likely hidden behind it. Although most of these devices required professional operation and the probability of successful activation in an out-of-control state was extremely low, she had no time to hesitate at this moment.

She pulled out a special dagger from her boot. The blade shone with cold light, sharp enough to easily cut through the steel plate. Riven gritted her teeth, took advantage of the bumpy gap in the car, pounced on the metal plate, and stabbed the dagger in her hand fiercely.

"Crack—" The harsh sound of metal friction resounded throughout the car. She struggled to pry the dagger, her muscles tense, veins on her forehead bulging, and she poured all her strength into every movement. Finally, with a dull sound, the metal plate was pried off, revealing the intricate wiring and mechanical devices behind it.

Riven quickly locked onto the red button marked "Emergency Brake".

However, just as she reached out to press the button, the car shook violently, and she lost her balance and fell to the side.

Her head hit the wall of the car hard, stars flashed before her eyes, and warm blood flowed down her forehead, blurring her vision. Ruiwen shook her head, and endured the dizziness and pain, using her hands and feet to crawl back to the device.

At this moment, the numbers on the display screen were flashing wildly, and she was very close to the bottom of the well. The countdown to death was like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart.

"Do you need help?" Vanessa's voice finally appeared again, but it was not known whether she had deliberately not appeared before or was busy dealing with the nanomechanical insect bomb.

"No, thank you!"

Press the button. Instantly, a sharp and piercing friction sound came from the bottom of the car, and the brake device was fully activated. The metal gears were meshing and running frantically, and sparks were flying. The elevator's descent speed slowed down visibly, but it still continued to sink with inertia.

Just as the car was about to hit the bottom of the shaft, its downward momentum finally stopped completely.

The wound on Riven's head had recovered as her skin moved.

After a short rest, Ruiwen stood up, untied the rope around her waist, rearranged her equipment, took out a high-intensity flashlight from her tactical waist bag, and turned on the switch. The dazzling white light illuminated the surroundings. The bottom of the well was filled with a pungent smell of oil and dust. The walls were covered with wet moss, and several deep passage exits were vaguely visible.

This underground space is dark and quiet, with damp stone walls all around, covered with moss and unknown mucus, and emitting a pungent stench of decay, as if it were a decayed tomb sealed in dust by the years.

Her eyes were fixed on the road in the center.

It was not accidental that she was attracted by the sight of a series of striking footprints on the ground there. The footprints were deeply embedded in the mud, with clear outlines and wide spacing, revealing a sense of haste.

It doesn't feel like a trap that was left there intentionally.

Walk along this central passage.

I thought that the deeper I went underground, the higher the temperature would be, and the hot air would hit me, wrapping me tightly in a steamer-like heat wave. But strangely, the temperature around me did not start to rise. Instead, it was vaguely the same as the temperature on the ground, and it was cool and pleasant, which was a bit weird.

This place is clearly deep underground, with no sunlight. It should be scorching hot due to the geothermal heat, but it is so cool now, as if this place is not underground but on the surface.

Just as Riven was full of doubts and slowed down her pace to think carefully, a sharp "sizzling" sound suddenly came from the direction of the elevator shaft behind her. The sound was like the sharp sound of metal friction, and also like the hissing sound of high-voltage current leakage. It kept echoing in the empty and silent underground passage, being infinitely amplified and piercing the eardrum.

"The pursuers are coming."

Before he could finish his words, an arm suddenly stretched out from the shadows without any warning.

The arm was like a strange vine that broke out of the ground, and the movement was so fast that people had no time to react. The arm muscles were tense, revealing a fierceness, and the palm of the hand tightly grasped a C4 explosive with a detonator tied to it. The red countdown numbers kept flashing, like a deadly will-o'-the-wisp, exuding a chilling breath of death, which was particularly terrifying in this dead and dark underground space.

"You're welcome!" Vanessa's playful and somewhat proud voice came from behind, breaking the solemn and suffocating atmosphere.

Without saying a word, Riven turned around nimbly and threw the C4 explosive into the elevator shaft as accurately as throwing a grenade. The explosive drew an arc in the air and fell into the bottomless, black hole-like depths of the elevator shaft.

At the same time, Vanessa's arm had once again stretched out of the shadows, appearing and disappearing like a night elf. Her fingertips were firmly holding a bomb remote control that looked like a Mercedes-Benz car remote control. The remote control was exquisite and small, but it flashed a mysterious and cold metallic luster in the dark.