[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Lydia can already make a summary for herself.

About Goldfinger.

Every time after using the so-called gold finger, the girl will become very straightforward.

Lydia thought about it carefully, and besides the sense of fullness that came with the emergence of power, what changed more about her was that she was able to do things she dared not do herself.

Like playing dumb in front of Matt.

For another example, speak loudly, don't hide your low self-esteem, and so on.

You can even freely express your preferences, what you like and what you don't like.

As for what she just said, about Peter's smell, she meant it.

She might smell their special essence.

The smell of Peter, the smell of Batman, the smell of Matt.

Different, special and very attractive.

Lydia has changed into her cute pajamas and is fiddling with the computer.

The system struggled for a while: [Lydia, I have something to tell you. 】

【Um? 】

[We have some points now,] the system said, [Do you want to spend points to upgrade yourself? 】

Lydia was categorical: [No! 】

System: [...Why? 】

Lydia turned off the computer: [Forget it, let's talk about what the upgrade is for first. 】

The system is interested.

As a system that can grow, it actually has countless possibilities... as long as it is given the opportunity.

It is now limited and only points can bring it changes.

[After the upgrade, I can detect where you can go. 】

The system proudly puffed out its thin chest in a space that Lydia couldn't see: [The initial investment is necessary, so that it can pay off. 】

Lydia thought it made perfect sense.

She counted her poor points with her fingers, only kept a fraction, and then reluctantly handed it all over to the system.

The little girl ate a whole pizza sadly.

She hiccupped: [Then what should I do next? 】

The system is extremely innocent: [The upgrade has been completed. 】

***

The function of the system has been upgraded to better combat crime.

Lydia believed it.

In the apartment, she changed into her tights and took a deep breath as the girl with superpowers progressed to become a real hero in 15 minutes.

【are you ready? 】

Lydia clenched her fists, her eyes turned dark green in a flash.

She raised her eyebrows and her tone was drawn out: "Oh? Are you leading the way, little system?"

System: [Don't call me Little System! 】

Lydia didn't think so, but she didn't plan to bully the little system anymore.

It is also the first time that the system has enabled this new function, and the system sound is a little suspicious: [Coordinates... Washington. 】

Lydia is fast and fast.

Although she can't fly, it took less than a minute to run from the Metropolis to Washington.

The closer you get, the more you have a trance intuition.

Lydia parked near the laboratory in the suburbs, hiding in the shadows and avoiding the cameras.

The girl frowned: "Here?"

The system finally found a chance to give itself a long face: [Lydia, don't worry, I will be responsible for erasing your electronic data. 】

Her deep green eyes stared at the hanging "Washington Genetic Laboratory No. [-]", and she twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a sinister smile.

She licked the corner of her lips, and her voice was drawn out: "10 minutes...is it enough to walk back and forth?"

The system touched its own core code, but did not dare to speak.

It obediently controls the electronic data, watching the girl dexterously flash into the laboratory door and walk all the way.

This building has more than thirty floors.

There are ten floors above ground and twenty floors underground.

Lydia ignored the ground and went directly underground.

The elevator takes too much time.

Lydia glanced at the distribution of the elevator, then turned her head and entered the stairwell.

For 3 minutes, where she didn't need permission, she turned around and looked around.

Sure enough, those animal genetic experiments on the ground are all a cover, and the underground is the real purpose.

She saw many products of failed experiments, twisted corpses soaked in formalin, or "things" that only had life but no soul.

7 minutes left.

Lydia stood at the door of the office on the thirteenth floor, and her insanely good hearing brought her the content of the conversation at the door.

"We are not businessmen, Fedorov," a cold voice sounded, and the pronunciation of the words did not seem to be native to the United States, but had some Eastern European accents, "I did not see your sincerity."

"Baron Sterak," another somewhat feminine voice was not affected by the cold tone, and was still slow, "I think my sincerity is much more vivid than that of Hydra."

"What you show is a failure!"

Lydia could even hear the paper being turned.

"Oh? Really? We are showing failed clones, but what do you Hydra have? Frozen test items?"

Fedorov chuckled: "In my hand, at least it is a real superhuman cell. And you, even the serum can't fully replicate, just hold a corpse, but go to Captain America."

Strucker gritted his teeth.

Doesn't he want to?

He even dreamed of tying Captain America to his operating table!

But now is not the time!

Strack could bear it.He is good at patience and is used to it.

"Okay, I agree," Strack squeezed the words out between his teeth, "I will pay for the experiment..."

"No need," Fedorov took the document back from Strucker, "I'm not short of money. I just need more test subjects. I heard that you have several mutants with interesting abilities. I want them cells. You can’t interfere with the research of Superman, I will spare time to study the serum you want.”

"... Happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

The red-haired girl poked a hole in the thick steel door with her fingertips, and opened the door lock in the simplest and rudest way.

The ginger-red long curly hair is windless and automatic.

Lydia smiled sweetly and even narrowed her eyes.

"Happy cooperation?"

The girl's voice is crisp.

"It's not pleasant at all."

The two people who were plotting were all stunned.

This laboratory has been in operation for more than two years, and everyone involved is confident enough about themselves.

Even if this is not the old base camp, it has gone through several layers of protection.Even if people from the Justice League or the Avengers come, they should be caught.

What is the situation with this strange woman?

Lydia didn't give them a chance to react at all.

She nodded at the two of them: "Your smell is really bad, you can smell it from so far away."

Then, he stretched out his fist.

The two technological talents who only use their brains but not hands were beaten enough by Lydia.

Lydia wrinkled her nose, suddenly missing those good smells.

It seemed... really the breath of the soul.

She curled her lips and stepped on Strack's stomach again: "Where's the phone?"

Strack: Spitting blood.

Lydia pressed the alarm call neatly, and counting the time, the moment the armed personnel in the laboratory opened the door and rushed in, they disappeared without a trace like a gust of wind.

More than a dozen agents with weapons looked at each other, Strack was bloodied, and he was dying of anger, while Fedorov was panting heavily, pulling the hem of his blood-stained clothes, and pulled the miniature microphone to his mouth.

Several alarms sounded in his ears, and Fedorov's brows could kill flies.

"Boss, the lab was exposed...he suffered heavy losses."

Hidden earphones sent back responses.

Lex Luthor sat in the empty office, tapping his fingertips on the desktop.

He watched the surveillance video broadcast in real time.

There was nothing in the picture, the petri dish was broken, and hundreds of millions of assets were in vain.

Well, the genetic material life support kit that Hydra sent seems to be broken, too.

Lex glanced at it as if there was nothing.

His voice was low, with a bit of arrogant arrogance: "There are still cells."

Fedorov took the ice pack from his subordinates and pressed it on his forehead.

While arranging the evacuation of his men, he confirmed that the last bit of Superman's cells were still active.

"You can go straight to the next experiment," Lex said. "If you can't directly copy the alien, then add human genes."

"BOSS—"

"...use mine."

Lex cut off the communication, took his personal cell phone, and dialed another call:

"Lydia?"

he asks.

"Haven't you slept yet?"