Behind the main building, there were two large buildings on each side, connected by passages, forming a circular layout that was both separate and connected.
The main building of S.H.I.E.L.D. was not exclusively for agents; ordinary people also worked there, and in fact, staff members constituted a significant portion of its workforce. They were like white-collar employees in any large corporation, bustling about, handling their own affairs.
Upon entering the Triskelion headquarters, she immediately felt several gazes fixated on her. Daisy removed her sunglasses; there was no need to conceal herself here, unlike outside. She would be a frequent visitor for the next few years, so wearing sunglasses and covering her face every day would be too eccentric.
Entering S.H.I.E.L.D. naturally meant entering the sights of Hydra, something she had anticipated.
Unless she lived a quiet, ordinary life forever, she would inevitably be noticed. Rather than dealing with it hastily when the time came, it was better to be right under their noses.
The surrounding staff continued with their work as if they hadn't seen her.
Daisy knew the test had already begun. To acquire knowledge, she had to prove herself an elite, otherwise, she wouldn't be worthy of excellent instructors, professional training, and rigorous teaching.
In another timeline, which of those students from prestigious universities wasn't an elite who had fought their way across a narrow bridge? Ordinary knowledge was for ordinary people, and elite knowledge was for elites. Daisy could accept this outcome.
She found a chair and calmly sat down.
The Daisy from the original timeline could remotely hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.; now that she was inside S.H.I.E.L.D. herself, it would be inexcusable if she couldn't achieve something.
She hacked into the network, swiftly searching for information, and found her destination in less than a minute.
"Child's play," she scoffed softly, turning into an elevator on the side, going up to the tenth floor, and then walking left along the corridor.
After walking nearly eight hundred meters, another slightly shorter building appeared before her.
The relaxed atmosphere here made Daisy much more comfortable. People of various skin colors were present: some were aspiring agents with sharp eyes, while others were dazed bookworms still immersed in their own worlds.
No further tests were required here. Daisy showed her ID to a staff member, who verified it and handed her a room card.
Her room was on the third floor. She specifically noted that the first and second floors were for men, and the third floor was for women.
Floors four and above contained various classrooms, laboratories, recreational areas, and the training grounds were underground.
"3106" was her room number. Finding her room, she pushed the door open and entered.
It was a two-bedroom layout, complete with a toilet and bathroom, indicating decent accommodation.
She dropped her backpack and immediately rushed into the bathroom. She needed to check for surveillance cameras and listening devices.
She lacked agent knowledge, but she had her ability. Electronic devices and everyday items had different vibration frequencies, and with careful attention, she could find them all.
She searched the bathroom twice, and then sensed every inch of the toilet, bedroom floor, and walls.
The results were good; S.H.I.E.L.D. officials hadn't tampered with anything.
She turned on the air conditioning, took off her outer clothes. Using her ability for a long time had made her hungry again.
She touched her abdomen, where a faint outline of abs was now visible. Her previous body hadn't exercised much and even had a slight potbelly. Now, this good figure was 30% due to exercise, and the remaining 70% was entirely due to hunger!
On the bed lay a combat uniform: a dark blue top and pants, a black leather belt, two women's sports bras, socks, and combat boots.
The fabric of the clothes was very light and extremely tough. It was also said to have infrared camouflage effects.
Daisy found it a bit amusing. She hadn't expected to come full circle and feel like she was back in military training.
She picked up a sports bra; it felt comfortable and had no strange odor. However, wearing this regularly would be uncomfortable, so she didn't change into it.
Changing into the combat top and pants, and putting on the combat boots, she desperately needed to go eat a big meal!
Pushing open her door,
she saw the door across from hers open simultaneously.
"Hi." Opposite her was a blonde girl, about the same height as Daisy, and she seemed quite friendly.
"Hi." Daisy waved back. From the other girl's appearance, she must have arrived earlier than Daisy. She extended her right hand and introduced herself, "Daisy Johnson."
The blonde beauty also extended her hand, "Sharon Carter."
Sharon Carter? Daisy was a little surprised. That surname was too famous. The love story of Peggy Carter and Captain America was practically a household name here. She curiously asked, "Carter? Are you related to Ms. Peggy Carter?"
The blonde beauty laughed heartily, "It's just a coincidence."
Daisy nodded in understanding, thinking to herself, 'You're kidding me!' However, Peggy Carter's niece was really young. Her elderly aunt was already ninety, and this niece looked only a few years older than Daisy.
The Carter family was also interesting. The aunt fell for Captain America, and this niece, inheriting her predecessor's legacy, also got involved with Captain America.
As a descendant of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s founder, Sharon Carter showed no signs of being a'second-generation' type. She was sunny, outgoing, and handled interactions with great poise, neither appearing abrupt nor making people feel she had ulterior motives.
"Daisy, you just arrived, right? Have you signed up for courses yet? I'll take you."
The blonde beauty was very enthusiastic. Daisy felt too hungry to say she just wanted a big meal and forced a smile as she was pulled along to choose her courses.
Walking along, seeing students appearing around them, she felt like this place was no different from an ordinary university.
Sharon Carter was very familiar with the place and continuously described some of the academy's courses for her reference.
"Sharon, which courses did you sign up for?" Daisy asked.
The blonde beauty put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, "I signed up for all of them. I recommend you do the same. No matter what career you pursue in the future, all courses are actually very useful."
Daisy largely agreed with this statement. If it weren't for learning knowledge, she would have had a much better life in New York. Why bother coming here to suffer?
When the staff pulled up all the courses, even after experiencing the course overload of her previous life, Daisy still felt a headache looking at the densely packed list of studies.
The academy had eight areas of study: Field Operations, Science, Innovation, Espionage, Agent, Strategy, Combat, and Diplomacy.
Within this broad framework, some disciplines had overlapping content. For example, Espionage and Agent work had many similarities, but Espionage focused on acquiring information while minimizing self-exposure, whereas Agent work measured success by task completion.
Science and Innovation were not entirely the same either. Science was more about theoretical research, while Innovation involved the manufacturing of advanced weapons.
Under each discipline were numerous sub-fields. For instance, all disciplines required language proficiency and basic personal combat skills. Some required studying psychology, while others involved learning polymer material science, and so on. It could be said that each of the eight disciplines had its own focus; being a good agent wasn't just about being able to fight