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After finishing her meal, Natasha left alone. In her words, she was currently under surveillance and it was unwise to stay here too long; otherwise, if she slipped out of Nick's sight, she could be wrongfully accused of treason.
Once Natasha was gone, Anna whispered, "Sir, can you help Sister Natasha?"
"I would like to help, but she doesn't appreciate it," Shasha replied helplessly as he ruffled Anna's hair. "Alright, for now, don't think too much about it. With Natasha's abilities, she can take care of herself."
Anna nodded. She had no doubts about Natasha's capabilities; after all, she had been trained by Natasha herself.
The atmosphere grew a bit silent. There were some things Shasha didn't want to discuss, but it was a decision he had made himself. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Before coming here, did Natasha tell you what you would need to do for me in the future?"
Anna nodded at his question. "Yes, as a spy, I will help gather intelligence for you."
Shasha acknowledged her response with a sound and noticed that Anna seemed not only accepting but also quite happy about it. He felt a pang of guilt. "Actually, if you don't want to do this, I won't force you."
"I'm very happy to work for you since you took me in," Anna said, her shy demeanor revealing a hint of determination.
Shasha didn't know what to say; he simply stroked her hair and watched as a bright smile spread across her face.
He suddenly felt quite despicable for using others to fulfill his own needs. What was the difference between his actions and those of Jin Bing?
Unlike Target Eye, Luke, and Frank—who thrived in this line of work—Anna was different. She should have had a different life but was now risking herself to gather intelligence for him.
Shasha still held onto the conscience and principles he had as an ordinary person, yet he was walking down the path of a ruthless figure. Perhaps in the future, he would resort to any means necessary. But he also realized that some people willingly allowed themselves to be used because they believed that being utilized validated their existence and value. This might not align with conventional morals, but it was indeed the case.
After settling Anna in, Shasha made a phone call. "Is our previous cooperation still valid?"
"Of course! As long as you're willing, it can take effect at any time."
Hearing this, Shasha smiled. "Then according to our previous agreement, you will gather information regarding Jin Bing's collusion with the government. Once that's done, it will be time for Magneto's release."
"That's not a problem. But do you not need me to gather other evidence of his crimes? That would be an easy task," Mystique asked curiously.
"You don't need to worry about that; I have someone else handling it."
Shasha hung up the phone. This time, even if it ended in failure, it would at least serve as practice for Anna. She refrained from letting her gather more difficult information because it would inevitably lead to danger. It was a different story for Mystique, who was well-versed in this line of work. After all, she had been in the espionage business for decades, with even more experience than Natasha.
After arranging these matters, Shasha learned about Magneto's current situation.
He was imprisoned in a plastic space devoid of any magnetic field, unable to utilize his magnetic powers. Even the metal elements on the guards had been specially eliminated.
Thus, without any means to activate his abilities, Magneto had become an ordinary person.
In such circumstances, anyone wielding a weapon could easily take his life. However, for the sake of studying his powers, the government had chosen not to execute him.
This Plastic Prison was located in the remote outskirts of Ohio, a place where most people would never venture.
Moreover, a whole regiment of troops was stationed there to prevent any attempts at a jailbreak.
It seemed that only Magneto could enjoy such extraordinary treatment; even ordinary mutants would hesitate to enter because getting in was easy, but getting out was another story entirely.
Mystique had indeed found the right person; her potential abilities were unmatched, and only Felicia could be considered her equal.
That night, Shasha drove toward Ohio.
At the same time, as a show of loyalty to the White Queen's faction, Felicia also took action that night.
When Shasha arrived at the Plastic Prison, he used binoculars to survey the military base stationed nearby. The weaponry there was among the most advanced in the entire army. Even if he tried to confront them head-on, he would likely sustain injuries.
After some thought, he realized that a forced entry was not feasible; he needed to find a way for Magneto to escape on his own.
In the original timeline, Mystique had injected a prison guard with blood containing an excessive amount of iron, granting Magneto the ability to break free.
But now the situation had changed; the guards here rarely left their posts, leaving Shasha with no opportunity to replicate that tactic.
Thus, the only option left was to quietly infiltrate and break the prison's restraints.
The searchlights from all directions constantly scanned the surroundings. Shasha concealed her figure, moving through the gaps, spending nearly two hours to break through the illuminated blockade.
Upon entering the military camp, she noticed that the patrol density was more than twice that of a regular military base.
However, Shasha never lacked patience; she knew that everyone had their moments of idleness, like taking a smoke break or something similar.
Thus, relying on her patience, she gradually moved closer to the vicinity of the Plastic Prison. The Hills around her looked monotonous, making it difficult to pinpoint the exact location of the Plastic Prison. Additionally, with all signals blocked, finding its position was not easy.
After finally breaking through the military camp, Shasha glanced at her watch; it was almost three in the morning. In two hours, it would start to get light, and if she continued searching then, it would be easy to expose herself.
That meant she only had two hours left.
She let out a soft breath, furrowing her brow as she gazed at the endless Hills before her, feeling somewhat at a loss.
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