Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 118 Airport Informant

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 118 Airport Informant

Ushuaia-Malvinas International Airport

In front of the busy waiting room, a group of black-clad bodyguards formed a circle, blocking a row of private spaces.

Many passengers who entered the waiting room with their suitcases turned around frequently.

For a while, it actually caused a lot of congestion in the departure plaza of this small airport.

Several Argentine federal airport police officers came after hearing the news, and Fox came forward with two bodyguards to negotiate.

When a bodyguard secretly thrust a small green piece of paper with Franklin on it into the hand of a police sergeant.

The police chief was very friendly and expressed his honor to Boss Tang and his team to come to Ushuaia.

And I apologize for the unpleasant experience that the chaotic airport order has brought to Boss Tang and others.

After the polite exchanges were over, the police sergeant led a few subordinates and began to regulate order at the airport.

Obviously, not everyone liked the Union, but everyone loved Franklin,

Compared to the Argentine peso, the green Franklin is obviously more attractive.

With the support of several airport police officers, calm was restored in the square in front of the terminal.

Tang Song held the Baroness in his arms and patted her breasts amid her charming voice.

"Okay, I'm leaving! After the things here are taken care of, you and White Ghost will go back directly to Cobra Base and Wieland Industries. I have already said hello to Charles.

The rocket launch platform rented by Wieland Industries from the federal government can be lent to Cobra. When you go back, you can find a way to develop a design program for the Zeus system!"

Tang Song felt the softness between his fingers, and at the same time looked at Bai Ghost. It was obvious that his words were not just for Anna.

White Ghost nodded aside to indicate that he understood.

The Zeus system is an outer space ground strike system designed by Cobra Commander, based on the information Tang and Song learned from Anna.

Cobra Commander plans to launch several satellites into low-Earth orbit. The launched satellites will carry tungsten rods weighing several tons. They will use the potential energy of the falling tungsten rods to impact and destroy several cities in order to deter other countries and achieve the goal of global domination.

However, this set of rhetoric is obviously just what the commander used to excuse his subordinates.

If you think about it, you will know that the so-called tungsten rod attack relies entirely on the kinetic energy generated by its rapid descent to impact and destroy.

According to the law of conservation of energy, the most ideal situation in the motion process is that all the gravitational potential energy of the tungsten rod is turned into kinetic energy.

When a one-ton tungsten rod returns to the earth from a height of one thousand kilometers, its final energy is only equivalent to a little more than two tons of TNT explosive, which is just a more powerful bomb.

If you want to achieve the level of nuclear weapons that can destroy cities, you would also need a 10,000-ton tungsten rod under purely ideal circumstances.

But now the International Space Station built by more than a dozen countries around the world has released data that has not exceeded 10,000 tons.

Of course, there are no absolutes. If technical barriers are broken, tungsten rods can reach very high speeds with unlimited power.

Although the tungsten rod at this time is not large, its energy is amazing, and its destructive power is also infinitely increased at this time.

When the relative motion speed of the earth reaches a certain value, it is possible to blow up the earth, let alone a city. Of course, this is a theoretical result.

In fact, the energy source of infinitely accelerated objects is a big problem, and the method of acceleration is also difficult to solve.

But this is the Marvel world where black technology is everywhere. Although Tang and Song think that Cobra Commander’s so-called tungsten rod strike is just empty words, what if!

This is why he asked White Ghost and the two of them to come up with a design plan for the Zeus system.

If this system is real, then satellite launches will continue as usual, but Cobra will need multiple owners!

"After you and Anna return to the Cobra base, be more careful. I will send someone to assist you. If nothing can be done, I will use the skeleton monster!"

Tang Song patted Bai Ghost on the shoulder.

"Yes, boss!"

……………

In the VIP lounge of the airport, a bodyguard in black pushed open the door of the VIP room, and two bodyguards in black suits opened the way.

Tang Song was leaning on a cane and wearing a red dress. Fox, who was dressed sexy and charming, held his arm, and the group of people walked in, immediately attracting the attention of other people in the VIP room.

The airport is not big, but the VIP room is very large and the interior is quite stylish.

There were not many people in the VIP room. Two blond waiters in stewardess uniforms came and went delivering coffee drinks.

Wearing black stockings and stewardess uniform, it can only be said that the airport's senior management still understands men's thoughts.

The large sofas in the VIP room are scattered in groups of two, and the space is very comfortable.

Several people were scattered throughout the VIP room, keeping a non-disturbing distance from each other.

The entry of Tang and Song's group immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the VIP room.

After all, these days, except for some political figures from various countries, even some billionaires rarely travel with bodyguards.

"Hey, Mickey, it's a big fat fish. It looks much bigger than the target. Should we change our plan?"

In the corner of the VIP room, a young white man wearing a jacket looked up at Tang Song, his eyes swept over Tang Song's clothes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Don't look for trouble, Danny,"

The black man sitting on the sofa next to him held an airport magazine in his hand, with his legs crossed and flipping through the title page of the magazine from time to time.

"You should pay attention to his bodyguards. They are all powerful characters. You must know that our team has its own rules. Don't easily provoke people you can't afford to offend. This will kill everyone in the team!"

Covered by the title page of the magazine, the black man in a purple suit glared at the young white man.

The young white guy curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but according to what his companion said, he carefully observed the movements of these bodyguards while drinking coffee.

This observation immediately made him realize that he was a famous short-term fraudster in London.

The business of fraud tests your ability to observe and discern.

Over a cup of coffee, he could tell a lot from the positions, walking movements, and vigilance of these bodyguards in black suits.

"Who is this guy from? The congressman we met last time, the bodyguards he brought with him don't look as powerful as these black suits!"

After just a few observations, a bodyguard in a black suit seemed to notice his gaze, and the white guy quickly lowered his head and drank his coffee.

"It's none of our business," the man in the purple suit said, looking away from the corner of his eye under the title page of the black man's magazine.

In the direction of his eyes, on another set of sofas a few meters away, a fat man who looked to be over 200 pounds was holding a beautiful woman wearing a low-cut dress and talking and laughing.

The woman leaned close to the fat white man's ear and seemed to be whispering to him. The woman's face faced the black man and she exchanged a look with him without leaving any trace.

"It took us several months to get our target hooked, and Ash had everything we needed set up in New York.

We can get at least five million pounds with this vote, and I don’t want any surprises! Understand?”

The black man looked away and gave the white boy a warning look.

"Okay! You are the boss, you have the final say!" The white guy shrugged!

While the waiter was pouring coffee, he glanced at Fox, who was sitting in Tang Song's arms.

On her white neck, there is a platinum necklace and a sapphire in the middle of the hollow diamonds shining brightly under the light.

…………

A few petty thieves did not attract much attention from Boss Tang.

On the table in front of the sofa, a waiter brought a few cups of coffee and some Argentinian specialties after asking for his opinion.

In the VIP room, there was a small buffet restaurant. At Tang Song's signal, several bodyguards took turns going to the restaurant to eat.

It takes eleven hours to fly from Argentina to New York, and Ushuaia, a small airport, does not have any idle planes to provide charter flights.

This forced Tang and Song to book a direct flight from Ushuaia to New York.

Two people were squeezed into the large sofa, and half of Fox's body was almost resting in Tang Song's arms. He was holding a food box in one hand and feeding various delicacies into Boss Tang's mouth with the other.

"Well, this is good, let's have another one!" Tang Song took a bite of the pie that looked like a leek box.

This is a local snack in Ushuaia, which is filled with minced beef, pork, chicken or ham as well as cheese and vegetables.

Season with spices such as chili pepper, salt and cumin, and finally fry in a pan.

Fox smiled and picked up another one from the food box and handed it to Boss Tang's mouth.

Tang and Song finished the pie in two or three mouthfuls, and inadvertently took two of Fox's fingers into his mouth...

About half an hour later, a waiter came to Tang Song's sofa, leaned down, and whispered to Boss Tang from a distance through the bodyguard:

"Are you Mr. Song Tang? Your boarding time has come! Please go to the VIP boarding gate to board the plane!"

……………………

New York, night, an alley in Brooklyn.

A parked red truck blocked the entrance to the alley.

In the alley, a group of heavily armed soldiers stood with guns, and the chilling atmosphere scared a middle-aged man in tattered clothes and a beard with a look of fear on his face.

He looked at this group of people, not knowing what was waiting for him.

He was just a "mole man", and he was suddenly captured here without knowing the reason, which made him inexplicably frightened.

The so-called mole people are not a heterogeneous race, but a group of homeless marginalized people in society.

Living in the abandoned subway passages and sewers beneath the most prosperous areas of New York City, like a mole, he leads a dark life.

According to incomplete statistics, there are currently more than 2,000 "mole people" in New York.

For various reasons, they entered abandoned subway passages and sewers and found a shelter.

Living a life of poverty, danger, but relative freedom, often for decades at a time...

Martin has been a Mole Man for five years. He is originally from Cuba.

I have been in the Federation for almost thirty years. I was smuggled from Cuba to Florida in a small boat.

When he first arrived in the Federation, he also dreamed of living a good life, but the reality was very harsh. He worked many jobs, but none of them lasted long.

Gradually, as he grew older, it became increasingly difficult for Martin to find a suitable job.

With no source of income, he had no choice but to wander on the streets. Martin initially lived in a government relief station.

But I soon discovered that there was a mixed bag of dragons and snakes, and those who stayed there were either bullied or robbed. Fights were common, and there were also a large group of drug addicts and criminals ready to take action.

After staying in the soup kitchen on and off for several years, Martin finally couldn't stand it anymore and returned to the streets.

During this wandering, he made many friends who were in the same situation. One of his buddies happened to be the rumored "Mole Clan".

He told Martin that he had already found a great place, which was the sewer of an abandoned subway channel.

So Martin officially became a member of the "Mole Clan" and lived there for five years.

To be honest, life in the sewers is not too difficult. There is a supermarket not far from where he lives, and a lot of expired food is thrown out every day.

Relying on these barely edible foods, Martin can basically achieve "self-sufficiency."

He often laughs at himself, saying these are foods given by God.

Also just now, when Martin was picking up the food given by "God", he was pointed at gunpoint by two black men, put into a truck, and brought here.

Just when Martin was panicking, a black Mercedes-Benz drove over from the other side of the alley with its lights on.

The dazzling light made Martin couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

Bang!

Two sounds of opening and closing the car door were heard, followed by the sound of footsteps. Under the light, Martin, who had his head lowered, saw three figures standing in front of him.

"Mr. Lane, it's him, this mole knows the whereabouts of the group of people you are looking for!"

Martin couldn't help but turn his head when he heard this familiar voice.

In the shadow, a dark and thin figure stood there, pointing straight at him with his hand.

Martin recognized this as a black gangster who frequented the supermarket all year round and bought items for zero dollars. The only intersection between the two was that Martin broke into his zero-dollar items and was beaten up by him.

"You know the whereabouts of those werewolves!"

Before Martin could figure out what was going on, a low but gentle voice sounded.

Martin turned around, and after his eyes adjusted to the light, he finally saw clearly the appearance of the three people in front of him.

The leader was a white German man over two meters tall, with short silvery-white hair, wearing a tuxedo, a suit vest, and a pair of white gloves.

On his left was a burly man wearing a skull shirt with a fierce look on his face, playing with a catapult knife on his fingertips.

The last one is a gorgeous girl wearing a black leather trench coat. She is so beautiful that Martin can’t even describe it...

"Do you know the whereabouts of those werewolves!?"

A gentle voice brought Martin back to reality, and he shook his head tremblingly.

"I, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Huh?" Ryan looked at the thin black man beside him.

The thin black man suddenly jumped up, rushed directly to Martin, and asked loudly:

"Fake, it's not what you said. Have you ever seen a group of people in the sewers who howl when the moon is full?"

"Yes, I don't remember, I didn't say it, no!"

Looking at the guy who had beaten him violently, Martin's eyes revealed a sense of resentment, and he shook his head and denied it repeatedly.

"You clearly said that, just two days ago, I was at the entrance of the alley, and I clearly heard what you said..."

The thin black man was so anxious that he almost jumped to his feet. If Ryan hadn't been here, he might have pounced on Martin and strangled Martin's neck to question him.

"alright!"

Ryan waved his hand and asked the thin black man to step aside. He looked at the mole man in front of him with a smile.

"Have you ever seen that group of werewolves? This news is very important to me. If your information is useful, you will get a decent job and an apartment with five years of rent-free rent!"

Martin looked at Ryan and hesitated for a moment: "I did see a group of people, they were very strong and violent, not far from where I live, in the sewer under another abandoned subway station..."

"very good!"

Ryan clapped his hands, "Then please show us the way. When it is done, you will get what you want!"

Martin shivered and followed several soldiers into a commercial vehicle.

"Mr. Lane!"

Just as Ryan opened the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, the thin black man who had been huddled aside and dared not speak out gave a timid cry.

Ryan turned back and glanced at him: "You are Billy's man, tell him later and ask him to take $50,000 from the account!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lane, thank you, Mr. Lane!"

The skinny black man showed a burst of ecstasy on his face and kept thanking Ryan.

"The boss will be back tomorrow. He should be very happy to use these werewolves as gifts!"

Ryan, the co-pilot of the Mercedes-Benz, closed his eyes to rest, while Frank beside him drove the car silently and followed the commercial vehicle in front.

(End of chapter)