The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

You said that tranquilizer bullets are slower than regular bullets, but they are still not something that humans can detect with their keen senses.

“It seems I haven’t fallen behind in this skill.” Diana blew on her protective silver bracelet as if she were a cowboy blowing on a gun barrel, even though there was no gunpowder smoke on it.

The Hydra soldiers around them were clearly stunned by what they saw and were completely unable to think straight.

A woman stood calmly before them all, surrounded by numerous tranquilizer bullets that she had deflected. This, perhaps, was the true meaning of "guns and beauty."

Diana adjusted her protective silver bracelet: "Looks like that's all you've got."

Diana raised the sword of Vulcan back into her hand and placed it on the divine shield.

"Now, it's my turn."

From a distance, Cistercer watched through his binoculars as Diana mowed down her Hydra soldiers like grass, completely oblivious to any damage Diana had sustained from the previous electric grid.

Now, West Trekker has to admit that Trekker was indeed right.

This operation should never have been...

No, there are still fights to be had.

Sictrekel banished the memory of his defeat from his mind; he would no longer consider capturing the woman alive. Even a corpse had meaning, so killing her would suffice.

"All personnel are armed. I want her dead!" Sternek said into the walkie-talkie.

At this moment, one has to admire the Hydra soldiers' loyalty to Hydra. No one questioned it; they simply and decisively removed the tranquilizer from their guns and replaced them with live ammunition that they had been preparing.

Although Strucker can be whimsical at times, he always prepares thoroughly for every operation. Whatever he needs to use, he has it all ready in advance.

The cannons beside them were also fitted with real shells and aimed at Diana, who had already completed the massacre.

The tank, which was originally just used as a safety precaution, was started up again.

Blood dripped slowly from the sword of Vulcan. Diana could see the soldiers' movements and the large pieces of equipment as she looked around.

Diana was somewhat disappointed. They had the confidence to ambush her, but they couldn't come up with anything that could pique her interest, which was quite disappointing.

The rumbling tanks rolled toward Diana, their massive cannons testifying to their firepower.

"Oh!"

A shell was fired and headed straight for Diana.

Diana raised her divine shield, directly withstanding the immense impact and intense heat of the exploding shell.

But his feet didn't move an inch.

Diana moved aside the divine shield in front of her, and with a sudden burst of strength from her long, muscular legs, the ground beneath her feet was crushed into shattered stones.

Tank had a close encounter with Diana, and the final result was as expected.

Diana's charge sent the Hydra tank flying more than ten meters.

Diana tilted her head: "This is the kind I like."

With that, Diana walked toward the tank that had been smashed into a human shape, grabbed the chassis with her right hand, and hurled it toward the place where Striker was hiding in the distance.

The forty-ton tank transformed into a high-speed baseball, sent hurtling towards Sietrecker.

Cistreck had already closed his eyes and was awaiting his fate of being smashed into a meat patty by this steel baseball.

But clearly, someone didn't want him to die so soon.

"OK, you survived." A man rescued Sitor just as the tank was about to crash into him.

The guy with white hair was patting Cistreck on the shoulder and saying something.

"Why are you here?" Sitor couldn't believe that this person would appear here. He had strictly forbidden them from leaving the base area.

“Not just me, my sister is here too.” The white-haired man shrugged at Severkel and pointed to the long brown-haired girl in the distance who was looking directly at Diana.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Sistrek knew that it was pointless to dwell on who had released the twins; the most important thing was to keep the twins alive.

“She is Stark’s partner, and therefore our enemy.” The white-haired man clearly harbored deep resentment and hatred towards Stark. “This is our first battle against Stark.”

After saying that, the white-haired man arrived at the brown-haired woman's side at lightning speed.

Just as the white-haired man finished speaking, Cistreckel shouted, "You are no match for that woman!" but this novice speedster did not hear him at all.

"Are you one of Stark's people?" the brown-haired girl asked Diana.

Diana nodded and said, "Strictly speaking, we are friends, and neither of us belongs to anyone else."

After saying that, Diana realized that sometimes your friends can seriously influence the way you speak, such as "strictly speaking," which is something Stark always says.

When the white-haired man reached her side, the brown-haired girl and the white-haired man nodded to each other, and then the girl said to Diana, "That's right, Stark's blood debt begins with you."

“It seems I still need to give him a beating before I can change his mind.” Diana knew why these two children harbored such intense hatred for Stark.

After all, the weapons used in that war belonged to Stark Industries.

And these two siblings are none other than Wanda Django Maximov and Pietro Django Maximov.

Whether these two siblings are related to Magneto in this universe is a question worth exploring. Diana thought to herself.

Chapter 74 A brat? A good scolding will do the trick.

To be honest, Diana didn't have any ill feelings towards the two children in front of her.

These two kids simply knew too little; the missile from Stark Industries from their childhood had completely captivated their minds. They didn't even consider who used that missile to kill; their only concern was the trouble they were facing with the blacksmith who had forged that sword. The fact that this blacksmith had now started forging farm tools was completely forgotten.

They were solely focused on killing the man who forged the weapon that killed their parents, hoping to erase the shadows from their childhood. They never considered who truly caused their tragic childhood.

The two little ones in front of me were ready to fight Diana.

A brilliant red light surged in Wanda's hand, while Pietro, standing nearby, was eager to use his super speed to deliver a devastating blow to the woman before him.

"It seems you have no intention of talking to me." The burning hatred in the eyes of the two little ones clearly told Diana that this battle was completely inevitable.

“There’s no point in talking to Stark’s people.” Wanda’s voice, filled with deep hatred, reached Diana’s ears.

“That’s right.” Pietro nodded in agreement.

Diana smiled gently and shrugged: "Then let me see what you're going to do."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Pietro transformed into a streak of light and rushed straight towards Diana.

Pietro thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle of this extreme speed; everyone else seemed like snails or three-toed sloths in his presence. Everything became easy and simple in the face of such extreme speed—bullets and anything else were merely small objects that could be easily manipulated at high speed.

But now, Pietro strangely discovered that the dark-haired woman could see him. Her eyes were even fixed on his movements, not missing a single change.

“That’s impossible.” Pietro couldn’t believe that anyone could keep up with his speed, or even observe him in this state.

“Nothing is impossible, little boy,” Diana said to him, as if she had heard Pietro’s words.

Wanda, who has absolutely no speed abilities, can only see Diana talking, but doesn't understand what she means.

"Focus!" Wanda shouted, then raised her hand and unleashed a red spell at Diana.

Raising her arm, Diana easily deflected Wanda's magical attack with her protective silver bracelet.

Wanda could only watch helplessly as her attacks only made Diana's protective silver bracelets shine even brighter.

"As expected." Diana observed the red magic that had been neutralized by the protective silver bracelet. "These things are quite interesting."

There are some things you can't easily judge without seeing them with your own eyes. For example, the red magic the little witch is using now, although it's still in its infancy, already shows some signs of becoming the Scarlet Witch of the future.

"Not bad, keep it up." Diana nodded and said to Wanda.

But Wanda felt like an elder was praising a junior for achieving a perfect score, and never considered them a threat.

Wanda began to gather her strength, no longer caring about the attitude of this woman connected to Stark. She had only one thought: revenge against Stark.

As the older brother, Quicksilver naturally understood his sister's meaning; perhaps this is one of the advantages of being twins.

Sometimes, you can understand what the other person means without words.

Quicksilver no longer cares why Diana could see him in his supersonic state; now he only has one thing to do: help his sister and buy her some time.

"They really are so innocently adorable." Diana naturally noticed what the two children were up to, but she didn't mind playing with them for a while.

“Fisk, are you alright?” Diana called out.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Fisk held up the full-body shield constructed of divine power, not only blocking bullets fired by the surrounding soldiers, but also using the shield to launch counterattacks.

Fisk has used that full-body shield as his most effective weapon, much like Captain America's vibranium shield, but it's larger and not round.

“I’m fine.” Fisk responded to Diana’s words quite easily, not at all like someone who was surrounded and caught in a hail of bullets.

After receiving Fisker's response, Diana stopped caring about what would happen to the fat man.

Now is the time to discipline the unruly child.

Pietro had been preparing to attack Diana while she was talking to Fisk. But just as he was about to touch her, he felt as if he had run into a reinforced concrete wall.

He crashed into Diana without slowing down at all.

“Calm down, kid.” Diana tilted her head, looking calmly at Pietro, who was staring at her with a look of utter disbelief. “Unbelievable, isn’t it?”

"Huh?" Pietro finally reacted to Diana's words.

Sometimes, not realizing it at first is a good thing, like right now.

Diana gripped Pietro's shoulder with her left hand: "The Paradise Island Express is departing."

Before Pietro could react, Diana had already pulled him by the shoulder into a different kind of extreme speed. Completely different from Pietro's own speed, it far surpassed the speed Pietro could currently achieve.

He was like a kite that was being forcibly released, but the person flying the kite kept holding onto its wings and couldn't break free at all.

"Pietro!" Wanda shouted, but she couldn't see anyone. Diana had already taken Pietro somewhere.

The next moment, a dark-haired woman appeared in front of Wanda.

It was Diana.

“Looks like I’ve forgotten a little cutie,” Diana said to Wanda with a smile.

Then, with her other hand, she gripped Wanda's shoulder, holding the two siblings tightly in her grasp, and began a new round of high-speed racing. This time, Diana's entire body was enveloped in silvery-white lightning, which flowed through her hands to the two siblings.

There is numbness and pain, but it is not fatal.

No one could see where Diana had run off to, but the figure with white lightning flashed repeatedly on the original helipad. It was only for those brief moments; the more times it appeared, the clearer the afterimages became.

When Diana stopped again, the two siblings had been completely turned into two irritated little guys by Diana's combination of speeding and electrotherapy.

Wanda had been completely knocked unconscious by Diana's actions. Even Pietro, who was used to extreme speed, was not spared; he felt his stomach churning and felt like he might vomit his intestines at any moment.