Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 177 Assassination (2) Lu Buwei (big chapter)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 177 Assassination (2) Lu Buwei (big chapter)

Outside the Blair State Guesthouse, faced with a sudden attack, a group of presidential bodyguards from the Secret Service were a little panicked at first, but after confirming that the enemy lacked the heavy firepower of rocket launchers to suppress them.

They all pulled out their extended pistols from their waists and pulled the triggers on the group of attackers.

Several presidential bodyguards opened their bulletproof suitcases, took out their briefcase submachine guns, and launched a counterattack against the attacking thugs.

Da da da da——

"Bang bang bang bang"

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff"

The dense sound of firefights could not be concealed even in the heavy rain. It was like the sound of New Year's firecrackers, and the sound of gunshots continued to enter the state guesthouse.

At this time, in the State Guesthouse, a group of dignitaries looked at the president surrounded by bodyguards, who looked like a drowned rat. Hearing the intensive gunshots outside, they all panicked and took out their mobile phones to dial for help.

"Don't panic, everyone. For this cocktail party, there is a tank company and an infantry company on standby near the White House. No matter what the purpose of these thugs is, they will not succeed!"

The federal president looked at the panicked people, took the towel handed by the bodyguard, wiped the rain off his body, and quickly stood up to comfort people.

Standing in the center of the hall and waving his hands calmly, the federal president temporarily calmed the guests with his calm attitude. As if nothing happened outside, he walked straight to King T'Chaka of Wakanda and extended his arms to him.

He made a move, exchanged pleasantries, and welcomed him to the Federation.

T'Chaka's expression did not change as he was protected by several female guards. However, a personal female guard carried a large box and followed him every step of the way.

"It seems that our Mr. President has two brushes, and he is not useless!" Tang Song stood in the crowd with the little naughty man, looking at the calm and composed president, a little surprised.

Bishop Hyde stood next to Tang Song, his face showing no fear of the sound of gunfire from the outside world, and secretly drinking a cocktail:

"If you don't have this courage, how can you be the president of the Federation!"

"Aren't you afraid!?" Tang Song glanced at Bishop Hyde.

This fat old man who looked like Santa Claus laughed and said: "They are either coming for the President of the Federation or the black king. What does it have to do with us?

My poor priest has nothing worth robbing!

Besides, aren't you still here? West has shown us that your strength is not inferior to those of the Holy Knights!

How about you, are you interested in solving those gangsters outside? These are all federal big shots. If you solve these gangsters, it will be a good opportunity to show your face!"

Tang Song looked at the priest next to him, whose face was red from drinking, and his eyes paused for a moment on the simple cross on his neck:

"You have already said that others are not here for us. A big tree attracts the wind. We are just small players. It is the right thing to protect yourself wisely!

Mr. President has already said that there are troops outside, so there must be no problem."

Tang Song patted the little naughty girl on the back and comforted her with the president's words just now, while looking outside the hall.

In the rain curtain, a group of Cobra soldiers wearing stealth camouflage, splashing water under their feet, ignored the bullets fired by the Secret Service Guards and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Let the bullets fall on the body, each one seems to have no pain nerves, holding the assault rifle in his hand, there is a burst of bursts.

Dozens of guns opened fire, simultaneously shooting at several Secret Service bodyguards who had no shelter in the green belt.

"Amidst the gunfire, these powerful bodyguards in trench coats were directly punched through their bodies, and they fell heavily to the ground with shrill screams.

Their bodies had been penetrated by at least a dozen holes, and they were obviously dead.

Hawkeye and several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents used the stone pillars of the hotel as a bunker, raised their pistols, and launched a counterattack against the enemies in the rain.

The optical camouflage worn by these Cobra soldiers was supposed to make them invisible depending on the environment, but the heavy rain exposed their figures.

The Secret Service bodyguards hiding behind the bulletproof vehicle cooperated with the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Although they only had submachine guns and pistols in their hands, they relied on the bunker to block the group of enemies in the rain from outside the hotel.

"Bang bang——"

Hawkeye knocked down a cobra-eyed soldier with one shot. Even without a handy bow and arrow, Hawkeye's shooting skills were still at the master level.

"No, the enemy can't possibly have so few people!"

With the cooperation of SHIELD and the Secret Service, more than half of the dozens of unprotected Cobra soldiers fell instantly.

But due to the agent's keen sixth sense, Hawkeye felt that it was impossible for the enemy to have so few manpower and firepower.

These people alone cannot defeat the president's security forces.

Just when Hawkeye was confused, his heart tightened. At this moment, several tongues of fire shot across the sky,

Hawkeye swooped down, grabbed a SHIELD agent, and threw him aside.

The dense torrent of bullets directly turned the stone pillar where Hawkeye had just been hiding into a hornet's nest. A SHIELD agent who was unable to dodge was hit by rubble directly in the front door. His whole face was sunken directly, and he fell to the ground like a dying toad.

His body kept twitching.

In the sky, a semi-stealthy Night Owl fighter jet shuttled through the clouds. Cobra Commander controlled the Vulcan cannon on the fighter jet and aimed a burst of fire below.

The loud sound of 'dang, dong, dong, dong, dong...' resounded all around, and thick tongues of flames swept across several White House bulletproof vehicles. Amidst the roar of several explosions, more than a dozen Secret Service bodyguards who used the bulletproof vehicles as bunkers were heard in just three seconds.

All died within seconds, with no chance of escape.

"Natasha, the enemy has fighter planes! Take the president to the safe room in the basement of the hotel!"

Hawkeye shouted into the microphone beside his mouth: "Others organized defenses and held on until the National Guard arrived to prevent them from entering the hotel."

Near Pennsylvania Avenue, a tank company of the National Guard responsible for security was gathering in the direction of the Blair State Guesthouse after hearing gunshots.

"Whoosh," several consecutive sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and several high-explosive armor-piercing rockets were fired from the sky, targeting the tanks of the tank company.

Boom boom boom boom——

Several huge explosions and roars resounded throughout the street, and four M1A1 main battle tanks were immediately blown into a pile of scrap metal.

"White Ghost, I'm going to drop the nano bomb, let your people prepare it!"

The Cobra Commander piloting the Nighthawk fighter jet looked at the National Guardsmen and police who were continuously gathering in the direction of the White House!

After notifying the White Ghost, the Cobra Commander controlled the launch button of the fighter plane and dropped a special bomb in the direction of the Blair State Guesthouse.

Then he flew a Night Owl fighter and dropped another bomb directly above the tank company.

when!

The metal-cased bomb hit the armor of a main battle tank hard.

"bomb!"

An observer on the tank quickly retracted into the tank and closed the tank cabin hard.

"There was no explosion, it was a dud!?"

Observer didn't understand the situation for a while, but he suddenly felt wet on his face.

Is it raining?

He raised his head and saw that the cover of the entire tank had disappeared without knowing it. The silver water-like substance wrapped around the tank and was devouring this big guy weighing dozens of tons at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn! Be careful, it's an aerial bomb!"

The sharp-eyed Eagle Eye saw the bomb thrown from the sky. He roared wildly, huddled up, smashed the glass of the hotel, and threw himself into the hotel.

The surviving Secret Service bodyguards and SHIELD agents also evacuated to the hotel to avoid the bomb attack.

Bang!

A metal bomb half a man's height hit the door of the Blair State Guesthouse, but to everyone's surprise, the bomb did not explode.

After touching the ground, it melted like water. The silver liquid, like surging mercury, surged towards the State Guesthouse, swallowing up all the metal substances along the way.

Not far from the State Guesthouse, White Ghost gave an order, and more than sixty ninjas wearing Hydra uniforms from the Japanese era rushed into the rain with samurai swords in hand and rushed towards the direction of the Blair State Guesthouse.

Kane, who had a chainsaw killer mask on his face, stood beside White Ghost, looking at the bombs dropped by the Night Owl fighter planes. He noticed the silver liquid with sharp eyes and asked in a deep voice:

"What kind of bomb is this?"

"It is a nanobomb developed by a Western European technology company. Once activated and launched, it can theoretically engulf and decompose all objects, and it can replicate itself and continue to spread around!

But this is just a semi-finished product, and it can only swallow metal substances at the moment, but it’s enough!”

White Ghost, who was wearing a Japanese military uniform from World War II, was holding a samurai sword. He looked at the ninja soldiers rushing into the rain, pulled out his samurai sword, which was also made of nanomaterials, and was about to rush into the rain.

Ryan grabbed him and threw a fierce Freddy's hood into his arms, "Put it on, don't leave any traces, do things in the future, don't cause trouble for the boss!"

Inside Bryan State Guesthouse

"A little accident, don't worry, King T'Chaka, our federation is capable of solving this little trouble! Our National Guard soldiers are all well-trained warriors."

Gunshots continued to be heard outside, and there was no fear on the face of the federal president, who was talking to T'Chaka calmly.

However, the bodyguards beside him had drawn out their guns at this moment.

Several of the king's female guards beside T'Chaka were also holding their own vibranium spears at this moment, watching everyone present with vigilance.

The President of the Federation and T'Chaka boasted about the strength of the Federation and reassured him.

Natasha, who was wearing a red dress and holding a black Glock pistol in her hand, hurried to him with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"Mr. President, I'm afraid we have to send you to a safe house!"

The federal president glanced at Natasha, a little angry at her for trying to undermine her, and said in a very unkind tone: "Agent, I believe our people can deal with those gangsters!"

Natasha looked at him seriously and said:

"Mr. President, I just received news from the outside that these gangsters have fighter planes.

It will take some time for our air force to arrive. If they carry missiles or aerial bombs, the entire hotel will be razed to the ground! We can't risk your life!"

Listening to Natasha's words, the expression on Mr. President's face was wonderful. His expression changed many times, he opened his mouth, and he wanted to go to the underground safe house quickly.

But faced with the bold words he had just released, he couldn't find the steps for a while.

At this time, Secretary of State Francis, who had been observing the movement not far away, came over. After asking about the situation, he approached the president and suggested in a low voice:

"President, I have learned about the safe room in the State Guesthouse before. The space there is large enough to accommodate everyone in the State Guesthouse. The people who come to the reception are all leaders in various industries in the federal government. Nothing can happen! For the stability of the federal government,

Please feel aggrieved!"

"Okay!" The president glanced at Francis and without any hesitation, he simply followed his steps and agreed!

"King T'Chaka, there is something unexpected happening outside now. You and I will go to the safe house together. We still need to discuss some cooperation issues in detail!" The federal president sent an invitation to T'Chaka.

T'Chaka nodded and looked at the box in the hand of his captain, which contained his Black Panther suit.

T'Chaka had already learned about the information about someone in the underground world paying to assassinate him through Wakanda's intelligence agency, but the Black Panther suit made of vibranium gave him enough confidence.

He didn't believe that someone could assassinate him after putting on the Black Panther suit.

A group of bodyguards surrounded the president and the king of Wakanda and walked toward a passage inside the state hotel.

Those consortium bosses at the cocktail party, who were all smart, all followed behind.

Tang Song dragged the little naughty boy and Bishop Hyde into the crowd, and he kept an eye on Francis's movements.

What's interesting is that the federal secretary of state seemed to have a weak leg and was unknowingly squeezed out of the first echelon and fell into the middle of the crowd.

Tang Song thought for a while and slowed down.

"Ouch!"

As soon as he stopped, a woman behind him bumped into him.

Tang Song turned around and saw an old acquaintance holding a high-heeled shoe with one hand and rubbing his forehead.

"Miss Pepper, oh, no, President Pepper, what a coincidence!"

"Tang!" Little Pepper Pepper rubbed her sore head and looked at Tang Song in front of her with some surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Since arriving at the reception, Pepper has been surrounding T'Chaka, wanting to see if the vibranium technology released by Wakanda has any energy aspects and whether it will endanger Stark Industries.

She didn't notice that Tang Song was actually at the reception.

"Don, hurry up and leave. The terrorists outside are probably going to attack the hotel soon. I notified Tony, but it will take him at least twenty minutes to arrive! We need to get to the safe house now!"

Pepper had no time to wonder about Tang Song's reasons. She hurriedly told Tang Song and followed the crowd to the underground safe house for refuge.

Tang Song looked at Pepper who was pushing forward desperately, and then at Francis who was getting further and further back.

He took the little naughty boy and walked in the middle slowly.

When Francis retreated to his side, Tang Song stretched out his hand and held his shoulder.

"Mr. Secretary of State, it doesn't matter, come on, come on, I'll help you!"

Francis turned his head and looked at Tang Song in astonishment.

"Mr. Secretary, it's very dangerous outside, I'm here to protect you!"

Tang Song put his hand on Francis' shoulder, and Francis felt a huge force pushing him forward involuntarily.

The crowds of people on both sides rushed to both sides like a tide.

No, I can't go to the front...

Francis shuddered when he thought of his arrangement, and twisted his body vigorously, trying to break away from Tang Song's hand.

But Tang and Song's hands seemed to have grown on him, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"I see that Mr. Secretary of State is very reluctant to go to the underground safe house. Could it be that there is something in the safe house that scares you? You wouldn't put a bomb in it?"

As if someone was whispering in his ear, Francis froze when he heard Tang Song's words in his ear. He turned back to look at Tang Song in disbelief.

Tang Song smiled at him and patted the Secretary of State on the shoulder.

The Secretary of State's body trembled with each pat.

"Oh, by the way, those people outside seem to be a terrorist organization called Cobra. If I guessed correctly, they are your people! You are really generous in assassinating the king, killing the king, and plotting to usurp the throne!"

Listening to the voice in his ears, Francis looked around in panic.

"Don't worry, I used a little trick, they can't hear us!"

Francis felt the strength on his shoulders getting weaker and weaker. He slowly slowed down, lowered his head, and whispered.

"Don, what do you want to do?"

"Me! I want to help you. Others say that you are my backstage. A federal president's backstage is always more comfortable and more reliable than a secretary of state's backstage. What do you think?"

Francis listened to Tang and Song's words, his mind was spinning rapidly, analyzing Tang and Song's true purpose.

"You want to threaten me?"

"Threat? How can you say that? I just want to help you,

You may not know that there is a big businessman in the East who is good at investing. The most successful investment he made was investing in a person to become a king!

I am also a businessman, you are like that king, if I help you, you will naturally take care of my business more!"

Listening to Francis's whisper, a smile flashed across Tang Song's face.

"Didi didi..."

At this time, in front of a passage in the State Guesthouse, the person in charge of the hotel opened a hidden wall, which revealed an elevator leading to the lower space.

The person in charge entered the password on the elevator, scanned his fingerprints and irises, and the elevator to the safe house slowly opened.

A group of Secret Service bodyguards escorted the president into the elevator.

An elevator that can carry twenty people, four or five bodyguards plus the president himself, as well as the king of Wakanda and several of his bodyguards can accommodate about seven or eight people.

Hearing the gunshots getting closer and closer outside, all the consortium bosses lost their demeanor as federal elites and crowded toward the elevator.

Tang Song looked at the big shots squeezing upwards with a flash of sarcasm and curiosity: "Did you do anything in the elevator?"

France didn't answer. He stared at the Senate President who didn't squeeze into the elevator, feeling a little disappointed.

"It seems that you are very disappointed. If I remember correctly, according to the Federal Constitution, even if the president is gone, you will only be ranked fourth according to the order! Do you want me to help you?" Tang Song's spiritual awareness is keen.

I noticed the change in Francis' expression,

"How can I help?" Francis asked in a low voice!

Tang Song did not speak. The hand on Francis' shoulder was slightly raised, and a stream of true energy was shot out silently. Like an invisible rope, it wrapped around the ankle of the Senate President and pulled him back.

The old and frail Senate President lost his footing and fell to the ground.

At this time, a group of big shots swarming towards the elevator could not even notice the person on the bottom of their feet. They trampled on his body and head and pushed towards the elevator.

laugh!

Tang Song and Francis watched as a gorgeously dressed beauty stepped into the eye socket of the Senate President with her sharp high heels.

"Zizhen! What a tragedy!" Tang Song said with an expression that he couldn't bear to look at: "Look, I helped you clear the obstacles and showed my sincerity. Now, Mr. Secretary of State, can you tell me what tricks you did? I can help you.

You check and fill in the gaps!”

"There are nanobugs in the elevator. These nanobugs can swallow all metal materials. From here to the underground safe house, it is nearly a hundred meters high! Now the nanobugs have been activated!" Francis was making sure that the people around him could not hear it.

After the conversation between the two, Francis whispered.

"Nano bugs are such a good idea! One hundred meters high, our former president can't fly, so he won't be smashed to pieces!" Tang and Song had the urge to applaud the Secretary of State.

"By the way, the president was assassinated. How do you plan to solve the investigation afterwards?" Tang Song asked.

Francis turned around and gave Tang Song a strange look.

grass!

Tang Song looked at Francis' eyes and cursed secretly, "No wonder he received the invitation. It turned out that he was the wronged person who was going to take the blame."

"It seems that the person who takes the blame, Mr. Secretary of State, has to be replaced. This pot of blame is too big for my small body to carry!" Tang Song said with a smile while his eyes were cold.

"How did you know my plan?" Francis asked in confusion.

Tang Song held the little naughty boy who had fainted at some point and solemnly said in Francis's ear: "Secret!"

Francis's face suddenly turned pale.

Tang Song looked at the Secretary of State in front of him mockingly, no, it's the President. I plan to keep this secret of yours for the rest of my life!

Just as the two were talking, the first batch of elevators were full and ready to be closed!

In the elevator, the presidential bodyguards were squeezed out, and those who entered the elevator were all real big shots. The only exception might be the person in charge of the State Guesthouse.

Because he holds the password to the safe house below, his fingerprints and irises are needed to open the safe house.

At the entrance of the State Guesthouse, Hawkeye and a dozen remaining bodyguards relied on the hotel wall to deal with the gangsters outside.

Although he didn't know why the bomb was not detonated, for him, this was a lucky thing.

He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until the firearm in his hand and the metal belt buckle at his waist turned into a ball of silver liquid, then surged along his body towards the ground.

Wow, the steel bars in the hotel walls and the metal frame on the door were eaten away by the nanoworms.

Then a group of Cobra soldiers holding 3DA printed plastic guns rushed in. The group wore black hoods and optical camouflage uniforms with the bright eight-pronged snake head badge of Hydra hanging on their heads.

The plastic weapons in his hands all shoot in three bursts.

These Cobra soldiers cover each other, cross each other, are well-trained, and look like soldiers. Facing a group of unarmed S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, it is simply a massacre.

"Hail Hydra!"

Each S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was shot at by a burst of gunfire, and fell to the ground screaming, staring at the group of Hydras, spitting blood from the mouth.

They will never understand why they are different from what the snake head told them. They are obviously one of their own!

The Cobra soldiers held guns in their hands, pointed at the unarmed agents, and opened fire without mercy.

One by one, the agents and special agents had no guns in their hands and tried to flee around the corners, but then they were knocked down like targets on a shooting range...

Hawkeye rolled around on the ground in embarrassment and fled. After rolling on the ground several times, he shrank behind a sofa and hurriedly dragged his pants.

After finally taking off his obstructive pants, Hawkeye curled up behind the sofa and watched an enemy with a gun walk by.

His right hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed the Cobra soldier's ankle, and threw him to the ground.

Dragging him under the cover of the sofa, Hawkeye grabbed a champagne glass with his right hand and stabbed it into his neck.

(End of chapter)