According to the last intelligence gathered by the surveillance personnel before their withdrawal, Fratmund was currently located in Prague's Old Town Square, one of the city's most historic and culturally significant tourist destinations, welcoming visitors year-round. Furthermore, the roads in the Old Town are narrow, and parking is always in short supply, forcing many vehicles to park on the side of the road, forcing many already narrow roads into one-way traffic.

This means that if they try to drive away later, they will easily be blocked by a one-way lane. Even if the jeep is more resistant to collisions, there is no guarantee that it can push over several cars at the same time at medium and low speeds. Ophelia can only speculate that there are fewer S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, otherwise there should be more cars.

...Maybe they actually have other cars.

It was just a matter of finding a route, anyone could do that? He was lucky today, recognizing Agent Coulson at first sight. Otherwise, if they had suddenly barged in when he was face to face with Flatmund, the whole situation would have been very difficult to handle.

"Mom, aren't you going to beat up the bad guys?"

"I need to change my clothes, dear." Ophelia pinched Alyssa's little hand and said, "I was dressed too conspicuously today. I thought I wouldn't get into any trouble. It's my fault. I've been killing and kidnapping people so smoothly lately that I didn't pay much attention."

"But I like this dress on you. It looks good on you."

"Sorry, dear, I don't just need to change my clothes."

"what......"

Alyssa looked regretful: "I understand, you want to become like other people."

"I said I'd be with you today. I'll be back after I finish my business, okay? I promise." Ophelia squatted down, hugged Alessa's little head and kissed her gently: "So you should stop pretending to be a little girl. I don't have time to play with you now."

"Hehe, what's wrong with that?"

After comforting Alessa, Ophelia stood up and gave the Hydra soldiers instructions via the communicator before searching for clothing stores nearby. While there were plenty of places selling clothes in the city's tourist spots, Ophelia couldn't choose stores with high customer traffic, as she would have to wait in line for hours.

In less than a minute, she found a small, deserted women's clothing shop. Using her memorized measurements, she bought the clothes, picked up the woven handbag the owner had given her, paid, and left. The elderly shopkeeper was quite surprised by the speed of her beautiful customer's shopping. Fortunately, Alyssa was wearing a cute little pink dress, which greatly distracted the elderly woman.

"Have a nice day, ma'am!"

The old lady who owned the shop saw her out the door and waved to Alyssa.

"I like her."

Alyssa took out the chocolate given by the other party from her pocket, peeled it open and stuffed it into her mouth happily: "No one has ever given me these things before."

"I think you scared her a little." Ophelia scanned the street, looking for a place to quickly change clothes. "Why don't you just keep pretending to be an ordinary girl? You have to act like a ghost doll. No wonder Miss Watson said you have bad intentions."

"In the end, you're the only one who loves me, aren't you?" Alessa said enthusiastically, "So can you let me help you this time? I can drag everyone in the building to play Silent Hill, the kind where everyone dies, if you want."

"You can do me the greatest favor by not causing any trouble... Come over here."

Ophelia chose a path near the back door of the restaurant. Using her thermal imaging to scan her surroundings, she took out a piece of cardboard from a woven handbag and placed it on the ground. Then, she took off her high heels and stepped on it. "Come over here, okay? Standing there will only draw attention to you."

"Oh okay."

Alesha approached obediently. The smell of the garbage dump did not affect her from continuing to enjoy the ice cream. No one saw her here. Black tears began to flow down her eyes again. Coupled with the Gothic dress she had just conjured up, she looked like a real ghost doll.

But Ophelia has no time to watch over her daughter.

She needed to concentrate on shaping this new form that had never been officially used.

A Chinese cheongsam and its hat were hung in the air by the tentacles, and a tall and attractive female body quickly took shape on the cardboard. Her skin, caressed by the sun, was as delicate and flawless as white snow - but if someone really saw it, they would probably find something strange very quickly: her skin was as lifeless as a dead person.

Unfortunately, only mice can appreciate it here.

The woman took a deep breath and opened her arms in the sunlight.

"You remind me of that old witch who wanted to burn me alive." Alessa put down the ice cream cup she had licked clean. "Of course, you're much prettier than her... Mom never mentioned you to me. What's your name?"

"My name is Miranda, and I'm from Romania." The woman quickly put on a short skirt, a belly-baring tank top, and high-heeled boots, then walked over with long legs, carefully examining Alessa's face. "Hmm... You're cute, though not as cute as my daughter Eva."

"Where is your daughter?"

"She died a long time ago, of a plague. I've tried for years to bring Eva back to life, but I died too, at Watson's hands... In fact, Eva and I have become one, just like your dear mother Ophelia. I've never felt better."

Miranda removed the label from her clothing and tossed it into the trash. She brushed her long, light-blonde hair back, revealing her entire face. Compared to her previous, slightly higher hairline, the now-"Mother Goddess" Miranda had slightly adjusted her appearance, completely correcting those flaws—in fact, with her mimicry abilities back in life, she certainly would have been able to do the same.

The biggest change is clothing.

Without her religious robes, Miranda, now in her everyday attire, looked like Ophelia, a beautiful woman in her early thirties. However, while Madame Viper preferred red, Miranda preferred darker colors, including the blacklight virus-simulated eyeshadow and lip color, which formed a sharp contrast with her fair skin.

The clothes are also specially selected in a combination of gray and black.

When you put on these sunglasses, you will have a cool and elegant temperament that keeps strangers away.

"Come on, little cutie, don't you want to help your mother?" Miranda took out the last denim half-waist jacket from the woven handbag to cover the pistol on the side of her ribs, and then stretched out a hand towards Alyssa.

"Okay! What are we going to do?"

"Don't do anything. Just cooperate with me in the reconnaissance and don't cause any trouble."

After Miranda finished speaking, she took Alesha out of the alley and headed towards Tyne Church on the east edge of the Old Town Square. After all, the gray Mercedes-Benz SUV was parked not far away, and Flatmund was very likely to want to meet with the SHIELD agents in the church.

"No one's in the car, over."

After giving orders to the Hydra soldiers again through the communicator, Miranda unfolded the paper map as a cover, confirmed Flatmund's facial photo one last time, and began to observe the people around her.

"This! This is Tyne Cathedral! In the 12th century, this was originally a Romanesque church. Starting in 1256, it was rebuilt into an early Gothic cathedral..." The enthusiastic voice of the tour guide echoed in Miranda's ears. She slowed down her pace, moved closer to the excited group of tourists, and followed them to the main entrance of Tyne Cathedral.

Alyssa was really into the role and started chattering along.

Of course, the tear marks on that little face had long since disappeared.

Prague's Old Town has a long history, and all the land available for building houses has been occupied. The same is true for Tyn Church. The main entrance should have faced the ancient square area directly, but now it is separated by a row of cafes, galleries and souvenir shops.

Even so, the buildings where these shops are located are hundreds of years old.

Separated from the tour group, Miranda deliberately let Aretha pull her along, leading her to the church's main entrance like a doting mother. Ms. Gillespie, despite her age, naturally acted well, her willful and stubborn expression so convincingly that even the guards nearby couldn't help but laugh.

After buying the ticket under the loving gaze of the old ticket seller, Miranda finally stepped into Tyne Cathedral.

She immediately noticed a woman in a casual suit.

She is about 40 years old, with slightly angular features on her face and slightly wider jaws. She has the typical appearance of a white woman, but her cleft chin really ruins her looks. However, combined with her overall look and cold expression, it actually better highlights the aura of a strong woman.

What is even more eye-catching is that this woman has specially dyed her hair, with a few strands of bright red interspersed among her long chestnut hair, creating a very aggressive look.

At this moment, the woman seemed to notice the gaze and turned her eyes to this side.

"Mom! Look up!"

Alesha raised her feet and pointed at the ceiling: "It's so high up here, much better than the church in our town!"

"keep your voice down."

Miranda deliberately glanced at the woman in the suit, hugged Alyssa close to her side, and frowned slightly, her brows half exposed outside her sunglasses.

The woman in the suit looked away.

Victoria Hand.

One of the future SHIELD agents with the highest authority and loyalty, but unfortunately he trusted the wrong person during the Hydra's full-scale attack in "Captain America 2", was knocked down by a bullet from behind, and watched helplessly as the gun was pointed at his forehead and fired a fatal blow.

But this woman's ability is unquestionable. She is also cold and tough enough. When investigating the mole, she once made the decision to kill a thousand people rather than let any one go. It can be said that this is in stark contrast to Phil Coulson's work style, which focuses on humanity.

Unfortunately, just like Maria Hill, the possibility of rebellion is close to zero.

The two had already passed each other, and Miranda fixed her eyes on Agent Coulson. The advantage of wearing sunglasses is that it is not easy for people to notice her gaze. At this time, Coulson was standing in the corner talking with his target Flatmund. Miranda pulled Alesha closer and began to eavesdrop.

But at this moment, the group of tourists were led in by the female tour guide, and the noisy sound completely drowned out the sound of the two men talking in low voices.

"Come here, little cutie." Miranda squatted down, stroking Alesha's little face and told her to get ready to make trouble.