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Ten minutes later, Miss Christine, a journalist from Vanity Fair who had been waiting patiently, walked in with her photographer.
This female journalist had a fair amount of attractiveness, having rolled in the sheets with Tony Stark. This was the main reason Daisy agreed to the invitation—whether to chat with a fat woman or a young and pretty one was not a difficult choice.
However, Daisy was quite curious about this journalist. In the film, one moment she was questioning Stark about manufacturing missiles, and the next moment they were rolling onto the bed for an "intimate conversation". It was indeed a peculiar logical chain.
If you say journalist was after money and vanity, Daisy didn't see it. In the end, she could only attribute it to Tony Stark's charm.
The journalist started with the usual pleasantries and engaged in small talk with Daisy, discussing campus life and past experiences.
Can't really talk about Wakanda or the Mandarin for discussion, so Daisy had to make up stories from her own experiences. Luckily, having read many online novels in her past life, she effortlessly crafted various events in her life, leaving the journalist amazed.
After half an hour of casual conversation, they finally got to the main topic—what the core theme of Saving Private Ryan was. The journalist straightforwardly asked, "Miss Johnson, what are your thoughts? Do you approve of this act of eight people saving one? If you were one of those eight, what would you think? If you were Ryan, what would you think?"
This question didn't have a standard answer, but to align with the military's perspective, Daisy reiterated the spirit of not abandoning and not giving up. No matter how one interpreted these words, they couldn't find fault.
The journalist didn't get the news she wanted, feeling a bit frustrated. Nevertheless, Daisy stuck to her creative approach, and there was nothing more to be said.
At the end of the interview, the journalist suggested taking a few photos of Daisy for the next magazine cover.
To be honest, Daisy was a bit resistant to it. What if there was some pervert doing perverted things with her photos? It feel nauseous when you think about it.
However, at the insistence of the female reporter and Maki, she reluctantly agreed.
First, Maki helped her choose a short red half-shoulder one-piece dress, and then browsed through many jewelry necklaces, choosing one of the pearl necklaces.
"Not going to wear the silk stockings, absolutely not!" She rejected the pile of stockings that Maki took out. The reason was also available. Women in Europe and the US don't wear stocking, and even wear less socks...
"Miss, try it once, it's really beautiful..." Maki persuaded with a blush on her serious face, but Daisy insisted in not wearing it, and Maki couldn't win this round.
Then she took out a pair of beige high heels with a heel of 8 cm.
Spending an hour in total, Maki gave her a light makeup.
"Maintain this pose, yes, don't move..." Click, click, click.
"Turn to the side, tilt a bit, yes, just like that." Click, click, click...
"Keep smiling, relax the facial muscles a bit." Click, click, click...
Daisy felt like she was about to freeze her smile, watching the photographer find angles around her. She felt uncomfortable all over.
After an hour of conversation, an hour of makeup preparation, and half an hour of photography, she finally sent off the reporters.
Daisy admired female celebrities who wore high heels, all their strength concentrated on their knees, thighs wrapped in skirts, unable to move except for their calves. It was truly a test of balance and stamina... and they didn't even have Heart-Shaped Herb reinforcement.
She resolved not to take such cover photos in the future. Posing in one position for dozens of shots was genuinely exhausting. She didn't see that Maki's face was lit up, and she left the dressing room with a spring in her step with the backup of the photos...
Just as she was about to change clothes, the phone rang.
"Daisy, I need back-up." Coulson's voice on the other side of the phone was a bit hoarse.
"Okay, I'll be there soon." Coulson had a good relationship with her, and she would definitely help if there was any trouble.
Only then did Daisy turn around to find that Maki was missing. Where did this girl run off to?
Maki was nowhere to be found, and Daisy didn't even know where her previous clothes were. Seeing that Coulson seemed to be in a hurry, it didn't seem appropriate to tell him she needed to remove her makeup and change clothes. The camaraderie felt too thin.
After some thought, she decided to go as she was. Judging from Coulson's urgent tone on the phone, it didn't seem suitable to casually drive over. Now that more people knew about her abilities, one or two more wouldn't make a difference.
According to the location on her phone, she teleported to the destination.
Looking around, she was familiar with this place. It was the Stark Industries, not far from where she had manufactured the nuclear reactor a few days ago.
Her high heels made a clacking sound on the ground late at night. Walking at such a slow pace was both slow and easily exposed. She decided to simply control gravity and levitated.
In less than three minutes, she found Coulson.
Good guy, he was buried in a pile of rubble. Seeing Daisy, with her feet not touching the ground, he was slightly stunned but still waved to her.
Daisy respected Coulson very much, not for his abilities, but for his character. Without much ado, she directly used her gravity manipulation to clear away debris.
After clearing the surrounding debris, she realized Coulson was pinned under three intersecting beams, with more bricks and metal materials on top of them.
Hundreds of kilograms of weight were on the beams, and the beams supported each other, preventing the heavy objects from directly pressing onto Coulson's head. This guy was indeed lucky.
If it were a weak woman, like Pepper Potts, for example, she probably could only scream and ask for help.
"Are you not hurt?" Daisy asked.
Coulson was stuck underneath, with almost no room to move. However, excellent training allowed him to move most of his muscles, and he was perfectly fine with no injuries.
"There are a few subordinates who came with me..." he glanced left and right with his neck but saw nothing.
Daisy used a S.H.I.E.L.D.-issued phone to scan the surroundings. "Sorry, there's only your life signal here."
Without saying anything, Daisy could see that Coulson had absorbed all the good luck, as she saw two bodies lying in the rubble. Additionally, there were two severed legs, with the rest of the body nowhere to be seen.
The bodies of his men were already cold, and Coulson probably just had a few scratches.
"Get ready; I'll lift these things up." It was just a few hundred kilograms of weight. After careful observation to ensure no chain reactions would occur, she initiated gravity manipulation, lifting the beams and all the heavy objects on top.
Coulson wasted no time, rolling to the side and getting out of the way of the heavy objects. Daisy gently placed the weights back down.
As she inquired about what had happened, she learned that a lot had happened during the two hours of her interview.
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