"Count me in."
Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow, shook her iconic red hair and stood beside Maria.
Her tight-fitting agent suit outlined her perfect curves, enough to make countless men nosebleed, but at this moment, only a chilling killing intent emanated from her alluring body.
Immediately after, Sharon Carter, Captain America's ex-girlfriend... no, they probably haven't started dating yet, this blonde sweetheart agent also stepped forward.
"I'll go too."
The three female agents of SHIELD were all assembled.
Alexander pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, trying his best to suppress the upward curve of his lips.
As a seasoned Hyd—no, a seasoned SHIELD high-ranking official, his heart was practically blooming with joy at this moment.
This was simply too pleasing to the eye.
Look at these three.
Maria's icy demeanor, like an unapproachable snow lotus.
Natasha's charming and dangerous allure, practically a thorny black rose.
Plus Sharon's sweet and resilient girl-next-door charm.
This was the peak of SHIELD's beauty.
Alexander, though thinking about how to use these people as cannon fodder, had to speak eloquently, "Ladies, as the three most beautiful sights of SHIELD, your willingness to step forward in this darkest hour to undertake such a life-and-death mission is truly admirable."
"This is not only courage, but also... well, an aesthetic."
Alexander spoke quite skillfully, both praising them and defining the situation.
"For Earth, for the fallen Director Fury, it is our inescapable duty." Maria replied coldly, completely immune to his sugar-coated bullets.
The surrounding agents and Avengers all nodded, their eyes showing admiration.
Indeed, sending these three beautiful women to steal something from that devil's lair was in itself a tragic romance.
"Then it's settled."
Alexander made the final decision, a calculating glint flashing in his eyes behind his glasses. "Female agents have a natural advantage. You are more flexible, better at disguise, and more likely to... make people drop their guard."
"Especially when facing an arrogant fellow like Frieza, he might kill men, but for beautiful ladies, he might just let a little opportunity slip through his fingers."
After speaking, he turned to look at the two men sitting in the corner.
"Stark, Thor, do you have any objections?"
Tony was slumped in his chair, fiddling with a broken part, and merely shrugged at the question.
"I have no objections. This kind of sneaky... sorry, this kind of infiltration work isn't suitable for a genius like me, who, despite being handsome, is too dazzling."
Tony chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Someone has to do it, right? Although I'd love to say let them wear my armor, that would make too much noise."
Meanwhile, Thor, who had lost his hammer, was now standing with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the three female warriors.
Thor's voice was deep. "In Asgard, we had a Valkyrie army. You remind me of them. Brave, fearless, and beautiful. I admire your courage, ladies."
At this moment, Steve couldn't hold back.
This old-fashioned moral compass stood up, his face serious. "This is too dangerous, I request to join the operation. One more person, one more strength."
However, his suggestion was mercilessly rejected before it even landed.
Natasha glanced at him, shaking her head helplessly. "Captain, forget it. Your star-spangled uniform is too conspicuous, and..."
Natasha pointed to his shield. "Your infiltration style is usually 'knock on the door, then tear it down.' This delicate work isn't for you."
Steve opened his mouth, but in the end, could only sit down helplessly. Even a super soldier couldn't handle being dismissed by a beautiful woman.
"In that case, Hill, you will be the captain."
Alexander stood up and issued the final order, "Operation tonight. Objective: retrieve the Infinity Stones. Success is the only option."
"Yes."
The three beautiful female agents responded in unison, then turned and left, their dashing figures eliciting sighs from the men present.
Just then, an agent rushed in, pushed open the door, and whispered a few words into Alexander's ear.
"Sir, King T'Chaka and Prince T'Challa of Wakanda have arrived and are waiting for you in the reception room."
Alexander raised an eyebrow.
Had these invisible African tycoons with vibranium finally grown impatient?
"Understood, I'll be right there."
Alexander adjusted his suit, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
It seemed the waters were getting murkier, but this was exactly what Hydra wanted to see.
—
Meanwhile, in Manhattan, at Frieza Tower.
Dynamic disco music was playing in the luxurious penthouse lounge.
Frieza was elegantly seated on a leather sofa air-freighted from Italy, swirling a glass of red wine, admiring the view before him.
In front of him, the once formidable God of Mischief, Loki, was now wearing that incredibly embarrassing white and purple bodysuit, vigorously wiggling his waist.
"To the left. Stick your butt out more. Yes, just like that."
Frieza, like a strict dance teacher, occasionally gave instructions.
"Arms straight. Be forceful. The essence of the Frieza Force is that seemingly silly but mysteriously confident aura. Understand?"
Loki's heart was bleeding, tears flowing inside him, but he still had to force a fawning smile onto his face.
"Yes, Master. How about this turn?"
Loki executed a magnificent turn, complemented by the Frieza Force battle suit and that unique one-legged standing pose.
Even Frieza, the genuine Emperor of the Universe, had to give it a thumbs up.
"Not bad, very good."
Frieza nodded in satisfaction, taking a sip of red wine.
"It seems you have more talent for dancing than for being a god, Loki."
"This is the captain's style I want. Only such breathtaking moves can match the prestige of my Frieza Force."
Loki breathed a sigh of relief, finally passing the test. If he had to dance any longer, he felt his waist would break.
Just then, Frieza suddenly seemed to remember something.
"By the way, Loki."
Frieza put down his wine glass, his crimson eyes fixed on Loki with interest. "You mentioned earlier... that Soul Contract thing, what exactly is it?"
Loki's spirits immediately lifted at this. This was his area of expertise.
"Master, that's a good thing."
Loki quickly leaned in, explaining like a salesman, "It's an ancient Asgardian magical contract. Once signed, the contracted party will completely obey the master from a soul level."
"Complete obedience?" Frieza raised an eyebrow.
"To what extent?"
Loki's face showed a knowing smirk that all men understood, though it looked a bit comical on his bruised face.
"Any extent, Master. Whether it's to die or to do things that make one blush and their heart race. As long as you command, their bodies and souls will irresistibly comply."
At this point, Loki even lowered his voice, seemingly hinting at something. "Even those proud Valkyries, once they sign this, will obediently wash your feet."
"Oh ho ho ho..."
Upon hearing this, Frieza let out his characteristic laugh, which echoed through the empty hall, sounding particularly evil.
"Interesting, an amusing little trick."
Frieza stroked his chin, and several figures involuntarily popped into his mind.
That fiery Black Widow, and the busty Wanda...
Since these Earthlings are so unappreciative and always trying to pull stunts, why not give them some proper work to do?
For example, serving tea and water to this great Emperor, warming his bed, and so on?
After all, how could the Emperor of the Universe's harem be empty? That would be too embarrassing.
"This is a good thing." Frieza gave Loki an appreciative look.
"When the need arises, I'll come to you for this contract."
"At your service anytime, Master." Loki bowed and scraped.
"Alright, today's entertainment ends here."
Frieza stretched, elegantly standing up.
"This broken building is still under renovation, there's dust everywhere, and it's uncomfortable to live in."
"I'm tired and plan to go back to my villa in my newly purchased private island to rest."
Frieza adjusted his collar and waved at Loki. "Go down and prepare my Rolls-Royce Phantom. Remember, the extended version, and the seats must be wiped three times with velvet."
"As you command, Master. I'll go now, I guarantee you'll feel like you're sitting on clouds."
Loki, as if granted a great pardon, turned and scurried out, so fast it looked like a dog was chasing him.
Watching Loki's retreating figure, Frieza's lips curled into a cold smile.
Under a vase in the corner of the hall, a tiny black listening device, no bigger than a grain of rice, was flashing a faint red light. It faithfully recorded all the preceding conversation and sent it via an encrypted channel to thousands of meters above.
At an altitude of ten thousand meters, a pitch-black Quinjet was soaring through the clouds.
Inside the cabin, Maria pressed her earpiece, her expression subtly changing as she listened to the incoming sound, then looked at Natasha and Sharon, who were organizing their gear.
"The target has moved."
Maria's voice was calm and efficient. "According to the intel just intercepted, Frieza is preparing to leave the tower and go to a luxury villa in a private island he owns to rest."
"A villa in a private island?" Natasha wiped her stun baton, a playful smile on her lips.
"It seems our Emperor of the Universe knows how to enjoy life on Earth."
"It's the most luxurious and expensive estate in all of New York, reportedly owned by an oil tycoon previously."
Maria added. "It's more secluded, and while the security system is advanced, for us, it's much easier to operate there than in that tower full of advanced technology."
"This is our chance."
Sharon finished checking her magazine, looked up, her eyes firm. "This is God's gift to us."
"Then change course."
At Maria's command, the Quinjet arced through the air, heading straight for the island.