"Dead!"
Daisy walked out from the side and quickly came to the corpse, examining the person.
Alan Folker and Hela walked over together, watching Daisy examine the body.
"Judging by his appearance and weapons, he looks like a well-trained assassin."
Daisy looked around, confirmed there was no one else, and continued, "The other party has already started to act; they must want to kill you."
"I've always been a good citizen; you can handle this matter." Alan Folker's expression remained calm, but his heart was heavy, even angry. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died countless times by now. Sure enough, most people don't survive three episodes in the Marvel Universe.
Hela remained silent, held tightly in Alan Folker's arms, as if he was afraid she would be frightened by what had just happened.
Hela was very touched by this; at least Alan Folker thought of her first. But his reaction just now was so fast; he was able to dodge bullets.
She looked up and couldn't help but size up Alan Folker. No matter who it was, the person who attempted the assassination tonight would definitely not live to see tomorrow.
"Alright, you two go back first; I'll handle things here." Daisy was afraid there might be others targeting them, so she arranged for them to leave as soon as possible.
She then called Coulson, reported the situation from tonight, and needed to find someone to dispose of the body.
Late nights are never peaceful; sleep helps people forget their troubles.
Hela didn't sleep; instead, she glanced at the person beside her. Alan Folker, in his sleep, was handsome and charming, making him endearing.
She looked at him for a few moments, kissed him affectionately, then got dressed and left the apartment.
Alan Folker frowned slightly; the slightest movement did catch his attention, but he didn't wake up. Instead, he turned over and continued to sleep.
Hela transformed into a shadow, traversing under the full moon, leaving Queens directly and arriving at an antique shop.
"Creak!"
An ancient wooden door slowly opened.
Hela's shadow fell into the room, and then lights began to turn on, one by one.
The Prophet was startled awake from his dream. He felt that powerful aura, but he didn't know why she sought him out twice in one day, and this time the aura was even more intense.
Based on his many years of understanding Hela, she was currently in a state of rage. If he wasn't careful, even this antique shop might disappear, let alone his own life.
The Prophet sighed, walked out of the room, and turned on the lights, illuminating the antique shop.
The entire dark street only had the antique shop lit up, which was the first time in many years he had seen such a strange phenomenon. Usually, antique shops would close before nightfall and would not open for anyone.
"My Lord Goddess of Death, visiting late at night, how may this humble one assist you?" The Prophet knelt on one knee, speaking respectfully.
Hela's shadow appeared, then she walked in front of the Prophet, took off her black trench coat hood, and said indifferently, "Get up."
"You should have received the news. Why would someone assassinate Alan Folker?" Hela's words fell, and a murderous aura swept through the surroundings.
The Prophet stood up and answered nervously, "Alan Folker offended the Karola Clan and got involved in trouble. As for why someone would assassinate him?"
"There's only one person: the Underground Kingpin. He wants to control the Karola Clan and use their power to fight against superheroes and even S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Of course, Kingpin doesn't know that Alan Folker is your person, so he sent people to assassinate him."
Upon hearing this, Hela coldly uttered a few words, "Kingpin!"
"Please calm your anger, My Lord Goddess of Death. If you deal with Kingpin, the entire underground World will become extremely chaotic, and many more people will die as a result," the Prophet said calmly.
Although Kingpin is just an ordinary person, he possesses the strength to fight against superheroes, and his underground World is extremely vast. If he dies, the entire Dark Dimension will fall into chaos, and then the city might be full of criminals.
Kingpin's existence, to a certain extent, also kept the organizations of the Dark Dimension in check.
"Kingpin dares to lay a hand on My person, so he must pay the price. He will not live to see tomorrow's rising Sun," Hela said coldly, roaring with murderous intent.
"This matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface. I advise you to live your life well with Alan Folker. There is absolutely no need to get involved in disputes," the Prophet kindly suggested.
The information he possessed was not limited to just these. Once the Twelve Great Leaders were resurrected, the entire Midgard would fall into chaos.
"I, Goddess of Death Hela, would I fear a mere human? Even if Kingpin is incredibly powerful, with My current strength, I can still separate his head from his body!" Hela raged.
"But, your divine power is sealed by Odin and cannot be released. If you go too far in Midgard, Odin might find out, and that will bring trouble to yourself."
"What's more, the Karola are a race that can evolve. By killing those Karola today, you have completely enraged them."
"I don't think it will be seven days before the Karola Clan begins their revenge plan."
The Prophet knew Hela's temper. Over the years, he had also taken special care of Hela. Although the two had a transactional relationship, they were also considered friends.
Today, he had said enough to his friend.
Upon hearing this, Hela seemed unmoved by the Prophet's words. If a few words could make Hela give up, it clearly didn't match her personality. She immediately asked, "Where is Kingpin now?"
The Prophet shook his head and frowned, "Hell's KitAlan, Underground City."
Hela nodded slightly, and a gold coin appeared between her fingers. She tossed it with force, creating a perfect arc, and it landed in front of the Prophet.
"How could the Goddess of Death give up because of a few words of her own!" The Prophet watched Hela leave, the surrounding lights gradually dimmed, and finally, the antique shop became pitch black.
Everything seemed as if it had never happened. On the silent street, streetlights illuminated the darkness.
A gust of wind blew, and a shadow streaked past the streetlight, like a phantom. That figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.
As the Goddess of Death of Asgard, Hela had never feared anyone. Even with her divine power sealed, she was not someone a mere human could deal with.
Kingpin must die tonight. Anyone who dares to touch someone close to Hela touches her bottom line, and this time, it was her boyfriend.
Hela, who was already a bit protective of her boyfriend, was even more sleepless because of the events of the night. While Alan Folker was sound asleep, she wanted to help him resolve this matter.
However, if Alan Folker knew about this, he would absolutely not let her face such a great danger alone, especially since she was pregnant.
The first three months are the most fragile period; if anything were to happen, the baby might not be saved.
But Hela's personality was always to do as she pleased. She was determined to find the person who tried to assassinate Alan Folker, and even if it were Odin, she would still do what she wanted without hesitation.