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An hour later, at the secret base named "Cocoon" by Nick Fury, an agent handed him an investigation report.
"No identification certificate, no social security number, and no fingerprint records." Flipping through the records, Nick Fury scratched his head. How was he supposed to track them down?
"Yeah, not even a trace of social activity," Daisy also put down her laptop. Facial recognition was completely useless; it was as if the other party was invisible, with no social interactions whatsoever. Even the most advanced software was of no use.
Hawkeye suggested a method: to investigate the clothing, equipment, or even weapon components of the enemy. Theoretically, this method was feasible, but it would take too long and was practically a stupid approach.
"I'll handle this personally," Fury's implication was that Daisy and Hawkeye could leave. Hawkeye flew back to headquarters in his jet, while Daisy waved goodbye and headed home.
Daisy didn't remember much about Namor. This guy had a bunch of enhanced physical abilities like super strength, super endurance, unmatched speed underwater, and even had the ability to fly, unlike the neighboring Aquaman.
Daisy didn't have a good impression of him. He was rude, impulsive, had erratic mental issues, and lacked any heroic spirit despite being among the ranks of superheroes. He flooded Wakanda, causing numerous civilian casualties.
If it weren't for his status as the ruler of Atlantis, he wouldn't even qualify to join the Illuminati.
A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. Daisy had been telling people she was friends with Wakanda so much that now she believed it herself. The flooding of Wakanda hadn't happened yet, but she already had a natural dislike for Namor.
The next day, she changed into a T-shirt, ripped jeans, and canvas shoes, looking like an ordinary person, casually walking down the street while playing with her phone.
Namor was about a hundred meters ahead of her. This shabby middle-aged man had bulging muscles and tall stature, appearing very powerful, but his image was ruined by his unkempt beard and hair, looking like a homeless man from a distance.
Daisy carefully examined his ears. His pointed ears were covered by thick hair, but the outline still revealed some abnormalities.
Namor's eyes looked vacant as he wandered aimlessly on the street, only showing a hint of thought when he saw Human Torch on the television screen.
After three days of surveillance, Daisy felt like she had been tricked by Nick Fury. Namor did exhibit some abnormalities when he saw the Human Torch, but it wasn't severe enough to cause trouble. Tracking him day after day, when would they reach a conclusion?
Because it was a covert surveillance mission, she couldn't hand it over to her subordinates at S.H.I.E.L.D.
Seeing Namor hesitating to act, Daisy lost her patience. She wanted to cut to the chase and resolve the matter. Involving mutants, she specifically called upon Jean Grey for advice.
Although the two weren't very familiar, having Storm act as a bridge made it hard that they didn't know each other.
They agreed to meet at a café. Jean remained calm as always, dressed in a red long skirt with a shoulder bag, exuding an air of intellectual beauty.
"Namor?... I remember him. Is he still alive?" Upon hearing Daisy's intention, Jean thought for a moment before recalling the name.
Being a figure from seventy years ago, Jean hadn't seen him personally, but with her multiple doctorates in history, human genetics, medicine, and other fields, she could easily recall a lot of information, including many data collected by Professor Charles Xavier.
"Indeed, he's still alive, but his mental state is not good. Can you use your telepathic abilities to make him leave New York? I'm worried he'll cause damage to the city," If Daisy had strong psychic abilities, she would have already kicked Namor out, ensuring a single suggestion would send him off to Siberia to play with Ivan Vanko.
Brainwashed by Professor Charles Xavier every day with a bunch of worldview and life philosophy indoctrinations, Jean was very cautious about using psychic abilities. She wanted to see for herself before making a decision.
Both of them discreetly trailed Namor from a distance. As the perfect host of the Phoenix Force, even though 99% of her powers were sealed, Jean still possessed a lot of superpowers.
She also had a method to lower their presence, if someone doesn't look carefully, their brain will automatically ignore it.
"What an amazing ability," Daisy whispered in admiration. The power of the Phoenix Force was unparalleled. However, she couldn't accept the idea of being dragged into the pit of dying and resurrecting again and again, which was simply torture.
She planned to enact a rule once she became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.: After my death, choose a new director quickly, and don't you dare resurrect me!
The two didn't discuss their respective abilities and continued to follow Namor from afar.
The Phoenix Force brought them good luck. Originally just everyday activities, wandering around to catch a glimpse of Namor who watched Human Torch every day, today something happened.
"Kid, let me tell you!..." The Thing and Johnny Storm, the Human Torch seemed to be having some dispute, arguing on the street.
Johnny, with his carefree personality, always teased the Thing who looked more and more funny for fun. Occasionally he could endure it, but today, the Thing couldn't take it anymore.
Excited, the Thing's catchphrase slipped out as he raised his gigantic hand like a fan and slapped Johnny's handsome face. "It's clobberin' time!"
A big slap sent Johnny flying into his Human Torch state, flames swirling around him. Johnny barely stabilized himself in mid-air. He was about to ask the Thing why he hit him so hard when he heard a rush of wind beside him. Lacking combat experience, he quickly turned around, but before he could figure out what was happening, he was kicked hard in the back.
Johnny was like a cannonball, kicked into a nearby clothing store. Customers and clerks screamed as they ran out in a frenzy.
By the time Johnny burst out of the clothing store, the Thing was already fighting Namor.
The Thing was really angry this time. He felt that even though he and the Human Torch had their conflicts, Johnny was ultimately like his little brother. Now, seeing his little brother being kicked dozens of meters by a passerby, how could he bear it? He swung his fist and attacked Namor.
When in a normal mental state, Namor already lacked brains, now the word "retarded" needs to be added to the description.
He had forgotten his original intentions and started fighting back against the Thing.
Although not as strong as the Hulk, the Thing was still a power-type superhero. Dealing with Namor, who had lost his memory, was effortless. He quickly gained the upper hand.
But as the battle dragged on, Namor's strength, speed, and decades of accumulated combat skills began to resurface in his memories.
His extensive combat experience allowed Namor to regain the upper hand and even put pressure on the Thing, who didn't dare to unleash his full strength for fear of causing major damage.
"Jean? He is a good person. We should help him," Daisy hid in the distance and asked Jean Grey. With so many concerns before, wasn't it time to take action now?
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