Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 180 The Second Wave (2) The Talking Tang

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 180 The Second Wave (2) The Talking Tang

"Don, you mean they are also gangsters?"

Francis, who had been following Tang and Song dejectedly, a flash of flush on his face ashen as death.

I was as excited as a licking dog watching the goddess reply to the message (it was previously banned and was deleted)

Pepper on the side gave him a strange look, wondering why the Secretary of State had such a reaction when he heard about the gangsters.

Were you frightened?

"Don, are you saying they are gangsters too?"

Pepper took a careful peek at the gangster, then turned around, stared at Tang Song nervously, and repeated Francis's words in a low voice, but her voice was trembling.

She was afraid of hearing confirmation words from Tang Song's mouth.

After all, no one wants to deal with a group of murderous terrorists.

Francis also stared at Tang and Song eagerly.

However, the Secretary of State had the opposite idea. He thought that these gangsters posing as National Guardsmen were Cobra men who came back to clean up the mess for him after discovering that the President was not dead.

Tang Song touched the little naughty head through his hoodie and comforted the little girl.

Taking the simple black puppet from her hand...

The little human-shaped puppet is just a piece of black cloth filled with some cotton wool.

Use a rubber band to tie a head, and simply outline a few strokes to form the puppet's facial features.

Tang Song first flicked the puppet's head with his fingers, and flicked a wisp of Qi from T'Chaka into the puppet.

The puppet's originally graffiti-like facial features began to swell and deform as this ray of energy was injected into it, and in the end, it looked somewhat similar to T'Chaka not far away.

However, when this scene happened, Tang and Song had already turned their backs and held the black puppet in their hands, without letting anyone else see it.

Tang Song held the black stuffed doll in his hand and tapped the group of National Guard soldiers who appeared with his chin.

"This group of people are gangsters, but from the looks of it, they should not be the same as the group just now!"

Francis was horrified, and Pepper and Naughty were also looking at Tang Song in panic.

There is also a second wave of terrorists.

"Don, why do you say they are not in the same group!" Francesca asked unwillingly.

Otherwise, you should call Cobra Commander and see if you are one of his people.

Tang Song complained in his heart and raised his eyes to signal Francis to look at the weapons in the hands of the National Guard.

Francis followed Tang Song's eyes, and his expression suddenly changed. Unlike the Cobra soldiers who were holding guns just now, this group of National Guard soldiers were holding rubber sticks.

Obviously they are not Cobra people, otherwise they should have been prepared.

At this time, the King of Wakanda had already supported the federal president and walked out of a hotel darkroom.

This darkroom was originally a listening room used by the Federal CIA to eavesdrop on leaders of other countries staying at the State Guesthouse. It is located on the mezzanine between two rooms.

There is no problem with confidentiality, but what embarrasses our president is that there are more than a dozen monitoring channels in this monitoring room, all monitoring the same room.

For a few minutes in the listening room, even the shameless federal president felt embarrassed and wanted to dig out another room on the ground and crawl into it.

Fortunately, our King T'Chaka is a political master who knows how to play dumb, so this incident is a thing of the past.

"Mr. President, I have been ordered to escort you and King T'Chaka out of here—"

The federal president glanced at the white major in front of him, and then at the more than forty Washington National Guard soldiers directly under his command in the hotel, and felt a sense of security.

The pale-faced federal president finally regained the demeanor that a leader of a big country should have. He greeted T'Chaka on the side and then made an invitation gesture.

The two men headed outside, surrounded by a group of National Guard soldiers.

Francis stood next to Tang Song and watched with burning eyes as the President was surrounded by a group of "gangsters" and left.

If the president is kidnapped or voted out, according to the order of succession in the federal constitution, there is no doubt that he will directly take over the position of federal president.

Perhaps Francis' gaze was too intense, and the federal president who was striding among the crowd seemed to notice it. He stopped, glanced at the crowd, and happened to see Francis.

When Mr. President saw Francis who had survived, he forced a smile on his serious face and waved to Francis:

"Frank! It's great that you're okay! Then let's go out together. I need you to communicate with the news media and try to keep the matter under control-"

Francis looked at the federal president in astonishment, then looked at the "National Guard soldiers" beside him who were all looking over, and gave him a bitter smile.

Francis glanced at Tang Song who was standing aside for help.

The federal president was keenly aware of Francis's little move. He followed Francis' gaze and noticed Tang Song, and also noticed the strange look on Tang Song's face.

"Mr. Tang, do you have any suggestions for this terrorist attack?"

The federal president asked perfunctorily that he had some impression of the only Chinese invited to the cocktail party. Francis helped the black glove who played opposite Lewis.

Mr. President obviously didn't pay attention to a gangster from the underground world, if he hadn't noticed the look in Francis's eyes.

Tang Song looked at the federal president with strange eyes:

"Mr. President, have you asked which unit this major belongs to, which brigade of the Washington National Guard? I see that this major rushed to the rescue, and his shoulder straps are all crooked!"

When the federal president heard Tang Song's words, he was horrified and subconsciously glanced at the epaulettes of the major officer beside him.

The major also subconsciously glanced at his epaulettes. After making sure that the epaulettes on his shoulders were not crooked, he dryly defended the president:

"Mr. President, we are here to protect you on the orders of General Lawrence!"

Federal President Lawrence naturally knew that he was the brigade commander of the Second Brigade of the Washington National Guard, but people's hearts could not stand doubts.

Tang Song's words were like a thorn of doubt in the heart of the federal president!

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. Looking at the president who was still reluctant to leave, the major couldn't help but said:

"Mr. President, General Lawrence is waiting for you outside! I'm afraid there are remnants of terrorists here. Do you think we can escort you out first?"

The president remained silent for a long time and then said: "Tell Lawrence that I will stay here temporarily to understand the casualties of the reception, and let him finish dealing with the terrorists outside and come to the hotel to meet me!"

After hearing his words, the major's expression suddenly changed. He exchanged glances with a second lieutenant beside him, and the second lieutenant shook his head gently at him.

"If you insist, let's escort King T'Chaka out of here first -" the major shrugged helplessly towards Mr. President.

When Mr. President heard the major's words, he finally felt relieved. It was obvious that these people were real National Guard soldiers and not terrorists. Otherwise, they would not have given up the opportunity to hold him hostage.

"When did a National Guard brigade commander care so much about foreign affairs? Could it be that the king of a small East African country has a security priority higher than that of the president and secretary of state!

There are many big figures in the Federation here!"

Just as the major was about to escort the King of Wakanda and his two female guards to the door of the hotel, a voice that made him furious sounded again.

He subconsciously glanced at T'Chaka, and sure enough, T'Chaka, who was wearing a Black Panther suit but without a helmet, stopped immediately when he heard Tang Song's words.

"Because of the reception that welcomed me, these terrorists were given an opportunity to take advantage of it and killed and injured so many people. According to our Wakanda tradition, I need to stay here to pray for them!"

Walter? When did we in Wakanda have this tradition? The two female guards looked at their king in confusion.

The major felt like he was so angry that the veins in his temples were pulsing. If he had a gun at hand, he would have wanted to draw it and kill the talkative guy.

"There's no time, just get rid of him!"

After remaining silent, the second lieutenant who was guarding T'Chaka gave a sharp shout, suddenly jumped up, struck sideways, and hit T'Chaka on the back of the head with his right elbow.

His words were like orders, and the National Guard soldiers surrounding the crowd began to kill those around them.

Their weapons may be crude, but these well-trained killing machines soon tell everyone that rubber sticks can also kill people.

In particular, most of the people attending the reception were old people who held great power and were pampered.

These unsuspecting old people are caught off guard, and often when the rubber stick comes down, their heads will be broken and bleeding, and they will not know what is going on.

Of course, there are exceptions to this, just like the head of Rockefeller, who is said to have had six hearts replaced by David Rockefeller.

He seemed to have been injected with some kind of serum, or his body had undergone some kind of scientific strengthening. His physical fitness was astonishing. With the boxing skills he had learned, he was able to fight six or seven gangsters pretending to be the National Guard in one time.

Without a decisive weapon of destruction, such as guns, terrorists would be a little less interesting.

David Rockefeller hit a strong man with a left hook, causing blood to flow. Before he could close his fist, a strong man with long shawl hair and a face as cold as an ice cube swatted away the crowd and walked straight towards them.

he!

David Rockefeller hooked his hand at the strong man with disdain and injected his body with the military's secondary super serum, giving him a physical fitness comparable to that of top special forces.

As for the high cost of stabilizing medicine in the later stage of this serum, it is naturally not a problem for the head of Rockefeller, the world's top conglomerate.

David Rockefeller learned boxing just to adjust his life. Even so, he also found the world's top heavyweight boxing champion to teach him how to box.

Facing the strong man with an ice face in front of him, David looked very confident. He waved his fists and was eager to try.

"Click!"

"ah!"

One blow! The ice-faced strong man cut off David's punch path with just one blow and broke off his right hand for punching.

The pampered David Rockefeller had never endured such pain. He squatted on the ground holding his arms in pain.

The ice-faced man ignored him and walked toward Tang Song in the crowd. When he passed by David Rockefeller, he raised his knee and hit David Rockefeller directly in the face.

Seeing the strong man with an ice face walking straight towards him, the people blocking Tang Song's side fled in all directions.

The little naughty girl looked at the strong man walking over, and then at Tang Song who couldn't pull him away. She bit her lip, then took off the glove on her right hand.

What Tang Song didn't expect was that not only did the little naughty boy not leave, but also the little Pepper Pepper who had been following him. It was just the thing in his hand that made Tang Song a little surprised and funny.

Well, as for the drunken Bishop Hyde, he is sleeping soundly on the sofa full of holes.

"Are you planning to hit him on the head with this high-heeled shoe?"

Pepper Pepper was holding one of her high-definition high-heeled shoes in her hand, pointing at the oncoming strong man with the 12-centimeter sky-high heel.

"Don, stop joking. Is there any way? If not, we will rush out. Count the time, Tony will be there soon!"

Pepper rolled her eyes at Tang Song. Although she was nervous, Pepper was worthy of being a woman who could inherit the steel suit. There was no look of fear on her face, but she spoke calmly.

"Get out!?" Tang Song flexed his muscles, shook his head, and said to Pepper Pepper: "Are all the terrorists today so brave? Can't he see that I am Chinese and know Kung Fu?

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Before Pepper Pepper could react, Tang and Song's figures had disappeared in front of her, leaving behind a blur and a howling sound of the wind.

The Winter Soldier, who had just been awakened not long ago, felt pain on his face and a heavy punch hit his left cheek.

The huge attack force directly shattered most of the teeth in his mouth, and his 200-pound body was lifted into the air by the punch.

Before he could hit the ground, a kick to the sky came from behind, first and second.

Tang Song's kick hit him in the chest, and he rose into the air again, hitting his back heavily on the ceiling of the first floor of the State Guesthouse.

"Plop!"

Along with the rustling dust, the Winter Soldier hit the carpet heavily, and the air was already coming out of his mouth.

Looking at the dumbfounded Pepper Pepper and the little naughty boy with adoring eyes on the side, Tang Song clapped his hands without even looking at the cold-faced man whose heart was broken by him.

He looked directly at the fighting scene not far away——

Compared to him who was such a talker, it was obvious that the target of this group of people was T'Chaka. To deal with a cold-faced man like him alone, T'Chaka had four people surrounding him.

And there is also a group of people who are trying to help.

But facing the Black Panther suit made of T'Chaka's vibranium, these killers obviously felt like a dog biting a hedgehog, unable to take action.

"You really don't understand good people's hearts. Tell me about you. Without my help, even if you deceive someone, you still can't break his turtle shell!"

Tang Song glanced at T'Chaka, who was wearing a vibranium suit, and then looked at his hands, "Thanos's sword can smash the vibranium shield. I wonder if I can do it?"

Tang Song was obviously a man of action. A shadow that no one could see separated from his body.

As if there was no entity, it avoided everyone's attention, sneaked into the fighting crowd, and got close to T'Chaka's back!

(Today is Friday, I went back to my hometown. I didn’t get home until 8 o’clock. However, I found that if I am not distracted, I can actually type pretty fast! I just tried it. Because of the flu, I locked myself in a small dark room. From 9 o’clock to now, I can actually type Coded 4000)

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