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The anesthetic is very potent, with the only drawback being that it is colored and odorous, making it impossible to knock out enemies silently. The Viper spent a long time researching and improving it, but the final results were unsatisfactory, and it has now been abandoned.
The anesthetic used in the Juggernaut on that day was of this kind of poison. No matter how good Mandarin's physical attributes are, he wouldn't be better than the Juggernaut, right?
"Invulnerable to all poisons" is an adjective, but in reality, it's not absolute. Unless it's an energy-based life form, normal humans, no matter how high their poison resistance, cannot achieve absolute immunity.
Mandarin is indeed powerful, but fundamentally, he is still a person who needs to breathe and can become fatigued. Not having transformed into a higher-dimensional life, the anesthetic still affects him.
Continuing to use the surrounding stench as a cover, the anesthetic enters the respiratory system directly. Although Mandarin's robust constitution resisted most of it, a considerable amount of the drug still accumulated in his body.
Initially, there were no noticeable effects, but as more of the drug entered his body, Mandarin finally sensed something wrong.
"I am invulnerable to all poisons! Just mere toxins!" He tries to expel the drug using his own strength.
Unfortunately, the anesthetic is not a poison. Mandarin's attempts to detoxify, using his usual methods to reverse the blood circulation, not only failed to eliminate the toxins but actually accelerated the circulation, allowing the drug to spread throughout his body.
"Not a poison?!" Realizing he had been deceived, he switched tactics, attempting to expel any excess substances from his body.
Unfortunately, it's too late. The left side of his body, nearly one-third, has already lost sensation. This part of his body is out of control, and consequently, the anesthetic cannot be expelled.
With a moment of dizziness, his head feels heavy, as if he hasn't rested for days.
Mandarin no longer hesitated, taking decisive action to retreat!
The left half of his body is completely anesthetized, but his right hand is still functional.
Gathering a large amount of energy in his right thumb, he activates the ability of material reorganization. In a dazzling display, mud, sulfuric acid, and even the walls of the arsenal are included in the recombination range.
Amidst the radiance, a lifelike black dragon emerged, with a long neck, a massive belly, and huge wings. It's a very Westernized dragon, but its eyes are blank, indicating it is lifeless.
Mandarin took three quick steps, stepping on the dragon's wings, and with a command, the black dragon rose from the ground, shattering the ceiling and bursting out of the underground base.
Communication devices in the base completely malfunction, but with such a conspicuous target, everyone can see it. Various cannons began to unleash a barrage on the black dragon.
Parts detached from his body reform into debris, falling to the ground, but the black dragon soars higher and higher, eventually carrying Mandarin to escape the battlefield.
The U.S. military hastily deployed fighter jets to pursue, but after Mandarin shot down two planes in succession, the remaining aircraft hurriedly retreated.
In the high altitude, Mandarin lay on the back of the black dragon, expelling the anesthetic while trying to recover.
Just two minutes ago, he was injured by the fighter jets. His left hand was anesthetized, and he lost one of his rings on the right hand. His internal energy was also disrupted. Faced with sidewinder missiles, he struggled to resist, and the intense explosions caused considerable internal injuries. At the moment, he is merely holding on.
The black dragon carried him all the way to the East. His memory was blurred, unable to recall anything in the East, but his intuition told him it was the safest place.
Flying over plateaus and into snowy mountains, the plummeting temperature finally overwhelmed Mandarin. His brain completely shut down in the extreme cold, and the black dragon, created through material recombination, reverts to sand and dust.
Mandarin fell from the sky deep into the snowy mountains, accompanied by a deafening roar as the mountains returned to tranquility.
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At this moment, Daisy was sitting in the command room in Kandahar, playing dead. The excuse given to the outside is an excessive use of adrenaline, and she is currently in a weakened state.
She had once suggested using surface-to-air missiles to bring Mandarin down, but the general, considering the potential diplomatic consequences as Mandarin entered China, vetoed the proposal. Daisy thought about it but didn't insist.
"Commander, are you okay?" Bobbi, the Mockingbird, is still quite loyal, expressing concern for her.
How could she be okay!? It's Mandarin, who can tear through steel armor with his hands, and she was pursued for five minutes. Daisy was covered in injuries all over.
However, she can't make a fuss. The doctor isn't blind, and her recovery speed is not that of an ordinary person. Currently, she can only sit in a chair and pretend to be sick.
"Generals, I'll go back to report on the work first." She bid farewell to the base general and left with her special agents in tow.
As they don't belong to the same system, Daisy doesn't feel obligated to report everything to them. The two old men nod politely, considering it as a farewell.
They really wanted S.H.I.E.L.D. to help share some of the reconstruction costs, but Daisy escaped so quickly, not giving them the opportunity.
With no other choice, they summon Air Force Colonel Rhodes. After some communication, the two big shots hope he can use his personal connections to play a role in the reconstruction of the Kandahar base.
What kind of personal connections does the Colonel have? He can only put the bill on Stark!
Faced with the assigned task from higher-ups, he hesitated but ultimately, unable to escape, he reluctantly agreed. He had no choice but to say that if he rescues Stark, he will, under the condition of confidentiality, fool him to bear a portion of the base reconstruction costs.
On the other side, Daisy led her special agents to the S.H.I.E.L.D. rest area in Kandahar.
She is unaware that Mandarin has been buried under the snow-capped mountains. Carefully opening the box, she finds the Atomic Disintegration ring showing no abnormalities.
Finally, at ease, she valued this ring very much. Although there is a time interval, the atomic cutting can still be used as a killer move.
After putting away the ring, and taking a shower, she fell asleep.
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"Wake up, beautiful!" In a daze, she heard someone talking to her. Subconsciously, she thought, eh? Beauty? Where!?
Opening her eyes, she saw Black Widow sitting on the side of her bed looking at her.
"Good figure..." Widow is still wearing her usual combat suit, but a size smaller than her actual body size, making it look tight and the zipper on the chest is pulled a bit deep...
At this moment, Black Widow propped her chin with her arms up, her pair of charming eyes looking at her.
Daisy sighs. It turns out this beauty is referring to herself.
There was no need to avoid anything, and she took off her pajamas and put on her regular clothes.
"When did you come?" she asked.
"An hour ago, the director is waiting for you online."
Daisy yawned, logged into the S.H.I.E.L.D. network, and after some verification, connected with Nick Fury.
She had already reported once before, so this time she narrated the specific combat process. Of course, the details are all simplified; she doesn't mention anything about the ring fingers.
"Do you think the enemy will pose a threat to world security?" Fury has no intention of small talk, nor does he ask if his subordinates are injured or need a vacation or something. Just go straight to the most serious question.
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