The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

The twitching eyebrows of Hawkeye Clint Barton, who was standing at the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York office at that moment, testified to the extent of the shock in the heart of this agent who was famous for his archery skills.

The scene of a person being cleaved in two by an arrow was deeply imprinted in his mind, unlike the scene of Diana tearing off a person's head.

After watching the whole thing, Nick Fury simply ordered the agents who had cordoned off Brookley to go in and clean up the scene.

"Cut one off, and there are still two pairs left?" At this moment, Nick Fury was completely unconcerned about the bloody scene caused by Diana. Instead, he felt something was off about the strange thing Diana had said to him earlier.

Meanwhile, in the Tri-Wing building, Pierce was just finishing a video conference.

"Cut off one head, and two heads will grow back."

Chapter 28 Tony Stark's Return

Nearly two months have passed since that night of the hunt, and Diana has not detected any further activity from the U.S. military, as if they have forgotten about Emma.

Diana stopped paying attention; after all, if those people came again, she could just kill them all—there was nothing to worry about.

As for Emma?

After resolving Emma's issue, the White Queen was relieved and moved into Diana's small house, becoming the first person to officially move in.

She also got a job as a history teacher at a middle school, I think it was called something like Midtown Science High School.

Although it's unclear why Emma, ​​who has a psychology degree, ended up becoming a history teacher.

As long as Emma was happy, Diana didn't interfere much with Emma's choice of position. After all, Emma was an independent individual, and there was nothing to worry about.

"Drip!"

Diana was brought back to her senses by the sound of a car horn behind her.

Seeing the green indicator light, he quickly released the handbrake and continued towards Zhongcheng High School.

Ever since Emma moved in, Diana's original idea of ​​buying a car was amplified. So she found some time to buy a car she had her eye on before.

A McLaren F1-LM, a car that has held the title of the world's fastest naturally aspirated sports car since its debut in the 90s.

I was captivated by it when I first arrived on Earth and saw it at the Le Mans endurance race in that bar. Later, due to various circumstances, I couldn't buy it, and gradually lost the idea of ​​owning one. Mainly, it's because I simply don't have the money; that car is just too expensive.

However, this time, thanks to Odin, as a VIP guest of the Continental Hotel in Norway, she naturally received some preferential treatment. This car was sold to Diana by a member of the organization that actually controls the Continental Hotel, using Continental Hotel gold coins, of course.

One car cost seven gold coins.

This car was delivered today by the Continental Hotel in New York.

It stopped at the entrance of Zhongcheng High School, its sporty and impactful appearance attracting the attention of the kids who had just finished school.

"Wow! McLaren F1!" One of the boys was immediately captivated by its unique appearance.

"Whose boyfriend is he?" The girls weren't particularly interested in the car itself; they were more concerned with who it was picking up, so they'd have plenty of gossip to talk about tomorrow.

Emma also came out of the teaching building at this moment. Looking at the slowly moving crowd at the school gate, she was a little puzzled. Maybe some silly boy was confessing his love right now.

Emma had no interest in watching the spectacle; instead, she was thinking about how Diana was supposed to pick her up from get off work today, and wondered where she was now.

When Diana got out of the car, the boys' attention immediately shifted from the car to the beautiful woman who had just stepped out, while the girls felt that no boy in their school was good enough for this older sister.

Diana's slightly wavy black hair made her skin appear even whiter and more beautiful. Her full bust filled out the white suit shirt, and her long legs were hidden under the white trousers.

Emma, ​​who was still searching for Diana, also saw the beautiful woman getting out of the car.

"Diana!" Emma exclaimed in surprise.

Diana also saw the White Queen at this moment, and it must be said that this blonde beauty was also a stunning woman in her professional attire.

He then waved for Emma to come over.

When the students nearby saw Diana waving, they knew that the person she was waiting for had arrived.

But they were somewhat taken aback when they saw that the person running towards them was their new history teacher.

No wonder this new history teacher always declines invitations from other teachers.

Every student who has taken Emma's history class can't help but think of this.

After all, the new history teacher is a rare beauty.

"I thought some silly boy was confessing his love here." Emma, ​​who had just bumped into Diana, looked up at the dark-haired beauty.

"No, not really, otherwise I'd love to see. But there's only this vain woman in a sports car waiting for her tenants," Diana said with a smile, stroking Emma's blonde hair.

Emma, ​​perhaps feeling that having so many classmates watching was inappropriate, pulled away from Diana's embrace. However, she was still startled when her gaze fell on the car behind Diana. Emma wasn't completely ignorant about such things; she knew very well the price of the car behind Diana.

"You're not robbing a bank, are you?" Emma whispered in Diana's ear. Emma probably knew her older sister's financial situation better than Diana herself. Her sister's most expensive possession was that small house in Brooklyn; the rest? Nothing. Her bank savings were probably only a few hundred thousand dollars—definitely not enough to buy something so expensive.

After all, two months is enough time for Emma to figure out the basic details of this woman, and given their current relationship, it's perfectly normal for her to know these things.

"Consider it a gift from my father, and at least I was a hero before," Diana said with a calm smile.

“Okay.” Considering this woman’s code of conduct, Emma could only erase the image of Diana, who robbed people to buy a car, from her mind. “Take me on a tour!”

Emma became excited after figuring it out. Although she used to say she was rich, it was impossible for her to buy something that would cost at least $300 million now.

"What year is this?" Emma asked one last question after Diana got back into the driver's seat.

“From 1995,” Diana said with a faint smile.

He then started the car and left Midtown Middle School.

After the two beautiful girls left, the children at the school gate gradually dispersed, but one thing was certain: tomorrow there would be various versions of this story circulating on campus.

Just as Diana and Emma were leaving, a taxi refused to pick up its passengers and headed off in another direction.

The 680-horsepower V12 engine should have provided an unparalleled driving experience, but Emma, ​​sitting next to Diana, was staring intently at Diana's driving movements and the dashboard, instantly ruining the experience for Diana.

"Emma, ​​don't you think this will delay the car's purchase?" Diana said somewhat helplessly. After all, if it were just for the looks, Diana wouldn't have bought this car in the first place. Wouldn't an Audi R8 be better?

At least it's the same style as Tony Stark's, okay?

“No, Diana. I know you can drive this car very well, but the truth is we don’t have that much money to pay your speeding tickets,” Emma said to Diana earnestly.

"I couldn't possibly be speeding," Diana muttered to herself.

Every speedster has a corresponding reaction speed and thinking speed. As a being granted divine speed by Hermes, Diana also possesses the same abilities.

Emma looked at Diana's silent,吐槽-ing-ing-out expression and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

And the orange performance beast slowly drove back to Diana's small house.

Upon returning home, Diana went straight to her bedroom upstairs without lingering.

Emma was already used to it; her older sister always changed into her pajamas when she got home before she could cook.

Emma picked up the orange cat that was rubbing against her legs and sat down on the sofa.

I turned on the TV without thinking.

In the picture, a man is sitting on the ground, taking big bites of a cheeseburger.

“I couldn’t say goodbye to my father.” The man put down his hamburger, a look of inexplicable sadness on his face. “I have some questions for him. I want to know what he thinks of the company’s actions? Did he struggle with them? Did he have any doubts? Maybe he’s just like the person in the newsreel.”

The man paused, then addressed the reporters who were also seated on the ground: “I have seen young Americans being killed by weapons I created to protect them. I have also seen that I have become part of a system that does not take responsibility.”

"Mr. Stark, what did you experience there?" the reporter, who was singled out by the man, asked.

The man stood up and walked to the podium: "I've had an eye-opening experience. I've realized that I can do more for the world than just create explosions."

"Therefore, effective immediately, I am closing Stark International's weapons production division!" Chaos erupted in the audience, but the man did not stop. "Until I have decided on the company's future, decided on its direction—a direction I can accept and that aligns with the highest national interests."

Diana happened to see this scene as well, and she just smiled.

"Emma, ​​what do you want to eat today?"

"Stir-fried pork!"

Chapter 29 Stark's Unexpected Visit

Diana had just arrived at the museum this morning when she felt the previously relaxed work atmosphere suddenly become inexplicably heavy.

It seemed as if everything had lost its vitality.

"Hi, Miss Prince." Even the usually energetic security guard Boca was now weak and listless, as if something had suddenly drained all his energy.

"Good morning, please don't tell me you went to the Natural History Museum for the night shift, okay?" Diana said to Boca with a smile.

“I’d rather be chased by the dinosaur racks in the natural history museum than have that damn Tony Stark say that,” Boca said, clutching his head in frustration.

"Didn't you sell any stocks when Stark disappeared?" Diana asked curiously, since his company's stock price had been fluctuating wildly during Stark's disappearance.

“No, as long as Stark remains a partner of the US military, it can't fall. Even if the company's CEO disappears.” Boca said with a look of regret, “Why was I so rigid back then?”

Diana was at a loss for words. Comfort him? Don't be ridiculous; that would only make him regret it more. After all, when Tony Stark uttered those words about shutting down the weapons division yesterday, it was destined that ordinary people like Boca would become victims of Stark Industries' stock price decline, or even just boats smashed in the raging storm.

Moreover, it seems that many of his colleagues are like Boca, whose assets, which still held promise, were completely destroyed by just one sentence from Tony.

But just then, a figure slowly appeared at the doorway.

"Excuse me, sir, it's not opening time yet." Out of professional ethics, Boca still blocked the figure's way, preventing him from entering the museum.

Diana didn't pay attention to these recurring little things, since some tourists would arrive early because they didn't know the opening hours.

"Hey! I just heard you guys talking about my company." The man's voice was always filled with a strange sense of self-importance.

Diana turned her head and saw Boca trying to suppress his anger, but out of professionalism, he could only wait for his bloodshot bull eyes to glare at the mustachioed man.

The man was none other than Tony Stark, the one who had previously caused Boca Juniors to lose everything.

"Sir, this is not opening time. Please leave!"

Diana couldn't help but admire Boca's professionalism. After all, being able to refrain from violence in the face of the culprit who had bankrupted her was a testament to her strong mentality.

“Relax, buddy, I’m just looking for someone.” Stark was completely oblivious and even patted Boca on the shoulder. “Besides, I can come into the museum anytime; that was permitted by your curator.”

Just as Boca was about to say something more, Diana interrupted him.

“Alright, Boca. Let me help this gentleman,” Diana said to Boca.

After all, it was already clear that Boca Juniors was losing his temper due to anger.

Boca glanced at Diana and then at Stark, then simply nodded: "Miss Prince, if he tries to harass you, I'll throw him in the parking lot's trash can."

Diana didn't say anything, but simply patted Boca on the shoulder, indicating that he understood.

"Who are you looking for?" Diana stood in front of Stark, looking down at the mustachioed man.