The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

“I’m sorry, sir. You cannot approach this area. We’re already taking a huge risk by being here,” a bald man said to the person who asked the question.

"Do you know what you're doing?" the man asked the bald man.

The bald man didn't back down at all, and looked directly into the man's eyes: "I'm protecting your lives, sir."

"Tell me your name, position, and which department you belong to," the man said to the bald man after glancing at the monitor in his hand.

"Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Bureau, Level 6 Agent, Sitwell." Sitwell pulled out his badge, which bore his company's eagle logo.

"Fine, the Territorial Strategy Bureau, is it! Wait here!" The man waved his hand and left with his men.

“It’s the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency, sir. You’re welcome to file a complaint against me,” Sitwell shouted as the man was about to get into the car.

The man turned around, made a mental note of the hateful bald boy, and urged the car to leave.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to resist forcing his way in and taking away his target.

"Damn it!" the man gritted his teeth and spat out, pounding the chair indignantly.

"Sir, what's the next step?"

“Let’s go back to base first. We don’t know what kind of organization it is, but we trust General Ross will give us the answer,” the man said.

"Okay, Sir."

Sitwell, who remained where he was, indifferently took a sip of the coffee he had just bought.

“Sir, is this really alright? They must be military personnel, right?” an agent said to Sitwell.

Sitwell didn't take it to heart at all, waving his hand: "Don't worry, we're saving them, aren't we?"

“Besides, as long as that person lives in Brooklyn, this place is off-limits to organizations like ours.” Sitwell shrugged. For him, this kind of easy job, which didn’t give his two bosses any reason to be lazy, was just what he wanted.

"Alright." The junior agent stopped paying attention to the matter, after all, there was still someone taller holding up the sky.

Diana was carefully examining the blonde woman who had just washed her hair.

The energy fluctuations emanating from the blonde woman were basically the same as those from Charles who came yesterday, but there was another power beyond this energy.

"This must be the White Queen." Even in her unconscious state, a faint air of arrogance lingered on her beautiful face. The only one capable of possessing dual abilities comparable to Charles's was the White Queen, Emma Grace Frost.

"Meow!"

The cooing bird flitted around Diana's feet.

"What's wrong, Gugu?" Diana picked up Gugu and stroked its little head.

"Meow~" Gugu enjoyed Diana's petting and warm embrace.

Diana was both amused and exasperated; the little guy just wanted a hug from her.

"Let's go, I'll take you to get something to eat." Diana no longer stayed by the White Queen's side, letting her recover slowly now.

Holding Gugu in her arms, Diana ran to the kitchen to see if there was anything for Gugu to eat.

"Uh, Gugu. Today is shopping day, and we haven't gone out to buy anything yet." Diana gave a wry smile at the refrigerator that only had a few cups of ice cream left. "Come on, Gugu, let's go out shopping."

Diana touched her forehead to Gugu's.

"Meow"

Diana smiled brightly, then took her harmless cat and went out to shop.

The sun slowly sank westward, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the beautiful face of the White Queen, whose brows were furrowed.

Perhaps it was the sunlight that made the White Queen open her eyes.

But what came into view was neither the dark and gloomy laboratory nor the damp and dirty streets and alleys.

It had a faint, pleasant scent of olive blossoms that was comforting and relaxing, at least letting Emma know that her current situation was not bad.

The hunger she felt from not eating for so long made her lift the blanket, intending to find something to eat and thank the person.

But after getting out of bed, Emma discovered that she was no longer wearing the same clothes.

Emma's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as she slowly opened the door and tiptoed down the stairs. The fact that her clothes had been changed meant she had been seen naked.

Now it all depends on whether the person who saved them called the police or had other motives.

"You're awake." Diana, who had just finished shopping, was carrying a large pile of things and replenishing her refrigerator.

"You saved me?" Looking at the dark-haired woman, Emma couldn't believe that she was the one who had been rescued from those military lunatics, even if the woman was in good health.

Emma watched as Diana activated her telepathy, only to find that she was completely unable to enter Diana's subconscious world, blocked by a powerful force.

“This is impossible.” Emma looked at Diana in surprise; she had never seen such a mental barrier before. She could even enter Professor X’s mind, but she had failed with this woman.

Diana simply smiled, completely unconcerned about the intrusion of these telepaths. No one could enter her mind without her consent; no one understood the power of the mind better than God.

"Are you hungry?" Diana took out the pizza she had just bought and handed it to Emma. "Eat up."

Emma, ​​still somewhat dazed, accepted the pizza Diana offered and said "thank you."

“I am Diana Prince, you can call me Diana.”

“Emma, ​​Emma Frost.” Although Emma didn’t understand why she couldn’t access Diana’s mind, she could sense that Diana didn’t have any ill intentions towards her.

“I was going to cook for you, but I was delayed on the way, so you’ll have to eat this for now.” Diana sighed as she looked at Emma eating pizza. “I spent a long time learning to cook Asian food.”

“It’s okay,” Emma smiled.

Diana smiled too.

But some people couldn't laugh.

Chapter 26 Ross's Actions

At this moment, in the military base, the man who had left was reporting to the general in front of him why he had failed to bring the White Queen back.

"Alright, I understand. It can only be attributed to external interference." The man in the Air Force general's uniform didn't seem to blame them; after all, those pests had jumped out. "Call Stryker and Bronsky over."

"Yes, sir." The man saluted the general and left.

The general simply responded and then used the landline on the table to make a phone call.

"Hello, Lieutenant General Ross. Is it because my men stopped your squad's mission?" The voice that came through the receiver was none other than Nick Fury, the man who made the general grit his teeth.

General Ross tried to calm himself down: "I believe you know how important Emma Frost is. That mutant is very important to us."

Nick Fury was unfazed by General Ross's emphasis on importance: "I'm sorry, General. I don't see anything wrong with the appropriate dissuasion our agents made. They were simply adhering to the basic professional conduct of an agent."

The two men walked into General Ross's office and were about to salute when they saw General Ross wave his hand.

The two men could only stand there and wait for their general to finish his call.

"So, you mean the White Queen is now being protected by you, Nick Fury?" General Ross's eyes were already showing impatience.

"General, the White Queen isn't in our hands, so what's the point of talking about protecting her? My agents are simply carrying out orders..."

General Ross didn't want to hear Nick Fury's nonsense about agent skills; all he knew was that because of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s obstruction, a crucial experimental subject from one of their plans had escaped.

"General, has there been a problem with the capture of the White Queen?" Stryker asked anxiously, since he was in charge of the mutant program.

Bronsky, on the other hand, remained unmoved. The two were responsible for different things and had no personal relationship. So, what did it have to do with him?

General Ross simply nodded, ignoring Stryker's astonished expression. He turned to Bronsky and said, "Today, I will have you lead a hunting party to bring the White Queen back to me."

“Time and place,” Brown stood up straight and said to General Ross.

"2 a.m., Brooklyn, New York."

"Yes, sir!"

Regardless of General Ross's arrangements, Diana was sitting leisurely on the sofa, holding a fashion magazine, Runway.

Meanwhile, Emma on the other end was getting restless.

She knew very well that she was now a big problem, and that she wasn't attracting any small-time gangsters or anything like that.

But in her opinion, Diana simply didn't take what she had told her seriously.

"Diana, really..."

“OK, OK.” Diana turned a page of the magazine in her hand. “Wait a minute.”

“We can’t wait, Diana. Those people are probably already preparing to act.” Emma was a little anxious. She didn’t know where those people got something from that could suppress the mutants’ abilities.

Diana stretched after closing the magazine, revealing her perfectly toned abs: "I know very well, Emma."

"Then why will you continue to take me in?"

“I told you, I am a god.” Diana smiled brightly at Emma.

“Diana, there are no gods in this world, only powerful mutants.” Emma firmly maintained her opinion that there was no such thing as a god, only powerful mutants.

The blonde girl's stubbornness was giving Diana a headache. She really didn't know if the X gene, while granting them immense power, also made them maintain a peculiar rationality towards all supernatural abilities.

Even though Diana had demonstrated some abilities, she simply assumed that Diana, like herself, had awakened multiple times.

"Emma, ​​it's okay," Diana hugged Emma and said softly. "Trust me, everything will be alright. What you need now is to rest, okay?"

Emma lifted her head from Diana's embrace, and just as she was about to say something, she met Diana's gentle brown eyes.

"Trust me, Emma."

Diana's voice and her all-encompassing eyes filled Emma with a sense of security, gradually calming her down.

Then, a wave of exhaustion from the continuous travel washed over Emma, ​​and she fell into a deep sleep in Diana's arms.

A smile appeared on Diana's face. There was no other way; Emma was too nervous, and Diana had to use a little magic to help her completely relax.

Seeing Emma sleeping peacefully in her arms, Diana could only lift her legs and carry her into the bedroom in a princess carry.

After covering Emma with a blanket, I turned on the air conditioner and quietly slipped out.

"Gugu, you can sleep here tonight. Take good care of yourself and the person inside." Diana placed Gugu's little nest outside Emma's house.

"Meow?" Gugu tilted its head and looked at Diana.

“Me?” Diana patted Gugu’s little head. “I have to make sure my house isn’t smashed up by some random person.”

Just as Diana was talking to Gugu, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Diana touched the cuckoo again before leaving.

As for why Diana was so unhurried, just look at the long, straw-like blonde hair by the door and you'll understand.