Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 184 Assassination (End) 7000

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 184 Assassination (End) 7000

After hearing the news that there were snipers outside, the rich people who were clamoring to go out suddenly stopped.

Pulling the little naughty one who was standing aside, Tang Song slowly tidied up her somewhat messy clothes, put on her hood, took her hand and walked out.

The little girl had never experienced such a big scene. She was dragged away by Tang and Song Dynasties at a loss.

"Don, where are you going?" Francesca said doubtfully, "There are snipers outside!"

"Of course we are going out!" Tang Song said with a smile: "These snipers are coming for the president and the king of Wakanda. What does it have to do with us?"

Francesca was stunned, and he scratched his forehead hard: "But, Tang, what you promised me..."

"Shh!" Tang Song raised his index finger to his mouth: "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, come out with me!"

Francesca's eyes lit up: "Don, you installed it here"

"You don't want to taint someone's innocence!" Tang Song glared at Francis and pulled the little naughty one out.

Because of the sudden appearance of snipers outside, the soldiers, agents, and police brought by these high-ranking officials were on alert. Layers of soldiers on guard blocked the president's view.

Tang Song took the little naughty man and walked towards the door in a grand manner.

Francis looked around, gritted his teeth, and ran out directly behind Tang Song.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Bishop Hyde looked at the people who were running out in a panic, with a bit of clarity in his hazy drunken eyes, and staggered behind Francis!

"Sir, we have received an order that no one in the hotel is allowed to go out. There are snipers outside. For your safety, please return to the hotel!"

As soon as Tang and Song took the naughty boy to the door of the hotel, he was stopped. Perhaps because he knew that the silver liquid had expired, a group of armed soldiers with live ammunition stood at the door of the hotel.

He looked at the black hole of the gun pointed at him by the soldier in front of him.

Tang Song just smiled, smiling gracefully, but the black jade ring on his thumb moved under his touch.

"That's enough, what are you doing?"

Just when Tang and Song were about to teach the soldiers in front of them a lesson, Francis rushed over in time and scolded the leading soldiers.

"Sir! We have received orders that no one in the hotel is allowed to go out!" The soldier obviously recognized Francis Underwood, a big figure who often appeared on TV. He saluted Francis in a panic.

road!

"This is Mr. Tang Song. He just saved the President inside. I need to go outside to coordinate with the news media and ask him to protect my safety. Is there any problem?"

The leading soldier looked outside the hotel with some uncertainty.

"Who are you looking for, your commander! Soldier, tell me which army you belong to, and I will go talk to him. If he disagrees, I will ask Raman to call him personally!" Francis

Seeing the soldier's hesitant expression, he scolded him rudely.

"Sir, that's not what I meant..." the leading second lieutenant hurriedly explained, and then quickly asked his soldiers to move out of the way.

Outside the Blair State Guesthouse, the rain has stopped, and groups of heavily armed soldiers are setting up defenses. Outside the State Guesthouse and Hotel, defensive positions have been set up, and heavy machine guns have even been set up.

Heavy weapons such as tanks and armored vehicles also drove to the front of the hotel and set up bunkers.

At least a dozen Apache helicopter gunships were circling and patrolling in mid-air. In the clouds, you could faintly see the white air bursts left by fighter jets flying by.

In front of the hotel, a technologically advanced Quinjet is parked in the open space in front of the hotel.

Black Widow, who wore her red dress into a bikini, was carefully directing two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to carry Hawkeye's body onto the fighter jet.

"Tang!" Francessi took two steps forward to catch up, glanced at the little girl next to Tang Song, and asked with gestures in her eyes.

Tang Song glanced at him and gave him a reassuring look, and his spiritual consciousness stirred up. Inside the National Hall, he saw an inconspicuous yellow talisman under the carpet. The yellow talisman dispersed like smoke.

Invisible fluctuations swept across, mixed with a rhythm that ordinary people could not detect, shaking the entire hotel.

The steel bars inside the walls of the entire state hotel had long been swallowed up by the silver liquid, and this shock directly became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Boom! Like an earthquake, violent vibrations suddenly swept through the entire area.

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and behind Tang and Song, the four-story Blair State Guesthouse collapsed.

Tens of thousands of tons of cement hit the ground, causing even the armored vehicle parked on the roadside to sway.

"Puff, puff, puff, bah!——"

General Ross got up from the ground in embarrassment, swatted away the subordinates beside him, and stared at the ruins in front of him in stunned silence.

While spitting out the dust in his mouth, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Save people quickly, the president is still inside!"

"Mr. Secretary of State, take care of Mary for me! I'm going to save people!"

When the earthquake occurred, Tang Song used his body to block most of the smoke and dust for the little naughty boy. He saw the collapsed remains of the Blair Hotel,

He blinked at Francis, gave instructions in a somewhat serious tone, strode towards the ruins of the hotel, and dug directly into the ruins with his hands. After digging for a long time, his hands were damaged.

Drenched with blood.

Seeing this scene, General Ross shook his body and roared at the soldiers around him: "What are you still doing? Go and save people!"

The Blair State Guesthouse in Noda was now a ruined construction site, and thousands of people began to carry the ruins out with their hands, looking for survivors.

"No breathing!"

Tang Song and a soldier carefully lifted out a gorgeously dressed woman from the ruins. Tang Song tested the woman's pulse with his hands, sighed, and shook his head.

Several soldiers carried the woman's body aside and covered it with a white cloth.

"Crash!"

Just when Tang Song was about to continue carrying stones, not far in front of him, a pile of gravel and debris suddenly sprayed out like a fountain, and a golden and red figure rose into the sky and landed in an open space not far away.

"Doctor! Where is the doctor?"

Tony Stark hugged the disgraced Pepper with his arms and shouted anxiously around him. Soon, two doctors in white coats came to his side.

"Mr. Stark, Miss Potts is just in a coma due to lack of oxygen. There is nothing serious!"

The doctor took out his stethoscope and checked Pepper's heartbeat and vital signs, then checked her joints and said to Tony Stark.

Tony Stark was relieved.

"Mr. Stark, what happened when you were in the State Guesthouse? Did someone detonate a bomb?"

General Ross walked straight up to Tony Stark and asked.

"It was not a bomb, there was no trace of explosion, the whole hotel suddenly collapsed!" Tony Stark opened the visor of his steel suit and looked down at Pepper with a little fear on his face.

Tony Stark came out of the hotel alive, which seemed to give everyone a sense of confidence.

I think there might be someone alive under the ruins of the hotel!

Under the command of General Ross, everyone, including Tony Stark, joined the rescue.

However, when the corpses were carried out one after another, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom, especially when the corpse of the federal president appeared.

An atmosphere of deathly silence filled the air.

Tang Song sighed, threw the stone in his hand on the ground, and cursed angrily in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Shet! Hydra, those nano bombs dropped by these terrorists destroyed the structure of the hotel! They killed Mr. President!"

Tang Song's words seemed to arouse the indignation of the surrounding soldiers, and even General Ross looked angry.

Of course, the articulation syllables of the Tang and Song dynasties included some little tricks to tease people and boost morale.

Those who take the blame are always innocent, but who can prove their innocence?

Several TV station interview vehicles weakly passed through the neighborhood, followed by several special service vehicles escorting them back to their respective units.

The big commotion from the military and police, as well as the explosion just now, shocked the entire Washington. Excited reporters rushed to the White House, trying to grab first-hand news, but they were chased away by FBI agents from a distance.

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More than a dozen helicopters used for interviews were slowly rushing back, and more than thirty armed helicopters directly under the military were monitoring them from behind, not giving them a chance to get close to the scene of the incident.

Tang Song, whose hands were wrapped in gauze, was sitting in a military helicopter, accompanying the newly elected federal president Francis Underwood, and was escorted by a large number of Apache helicopter gunships as he passed by an interview helicopter.

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The ventilation window of the helicopter was open, and Tang and Song's keen hearing, which was hundreds of times better than that of ordinary people, clearly captured the complaints of a reporter inside.

"News control, my God, I haven't even gotten a single headline this month, my paycheck.

My bonus, damn it!”

Smiling, Tang Songchen shook his head!

Escorted by dozens of Apache armed helicopters, Francis Underwood, the newly minted federal president, arrived in front of the Pentagon.

At this time, in the federal Pentagon, staff from countless key departments were scurrying around the building like rats exploding a nest.

The President of the Federation was assassinated, and many of the top officials of the Federation and the top wealthy men were also killed. This incident was really too bad and its impact was too great.

The current security strength of the Pentagon is more than ten times that of usual. Dozens of heavy tanks parked majestically in front of the Pentagon.

The roar of fighter planes could be heard faintly overhead, and it was obvious that there were fighter planes hovering above the clouds above the Pentagon.

After undergoing strict questioning and identity checks by several guards, Tang Song Shiran followed Francis Underwood and walked into the Pentagon headquarters.

………

Sitting in the office of the Secretary of Defense at the Pentagon, Tang Song said to Francis angrily:

"These damn terrorists are so abominable that they dare to attack the federal president. The former president's secret service bodyguards are also useless. They can't even protect the president!"

Francis, who had just finished dealing with a lot of things, looked at Tang and Song,

Everything went smoothly, except for this guy who appeared out of nowhere. How the hell did he know his plan?

How much information does he have in his hands? But thinking of the extraordinary methods displayed by Tang and Song Dynasties, Francis asked in a gentle tone:

"Don, do you have any suggestions?"

Tang Song smiled and said: "I think those terrorists will never give up. For your safety, President, I think you need a strong security force!"

"I have a group of retired soldiers from the German Black Devil Special Forces under my command. Their commander is a very good soldier. I think he is qualified for the position of your Secret Service Director!"

After hearing Tang Song's words, Francis' face became extremely gloomy, but seeing Tang Song's expression, he swallowed his resentment hard.

"This is impossible. It is impossible to hand over the position of Secret Service Director to a foreigner. This is related to the personal safety of many important government officials in the federal government. They will not agree!"

Tang Song smiled endlessly: "Mr. Kane has a federal passport and is a serious federal citizen. If you want to discriminate against German immigrants, be careful that there will be people protesting on this street tomorrow holding signs of immigration discrimination."

Francis said frankly: "Don, the position of director of the Secret Service cannot be handed over to an outsider! He is related to my own safety! Even you are the same!"

Tang Song smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Kane is only part-time. In a few months, with our friendship, I need to protect your safety! I don't want my partner to die unexpectedly, that's all!"

Francis looked at Tang Song with distrustful eyes, and Tang Song snorted coldly:

"Of course I also have some small self-interests. Mr. Kane is the president of Tang's Security Company. As a president who has been the director of the Secret Service, it is naturally easier to do business in the federation.

Seriously, Mr. President, you really need to pay attention to protecting your own safety, that is Hydra—" Tang Song leaned forward slightly, slowed down his tone, and reminded Francis word by word.

Hydra, Frances Underwood thinks of second wave of terrorist attacks.

He was silent for a long time, then nodded and said: "In one month, the Mr. Kane you recommended will temporarily take over as the director of the Secret Service, and a month later, there will be a replacement."

"One month is enough!" Tang Song nodded, looked around the office in front of him, tapped the table in front of him gently, and said sinisterly:

"Mr. President, our Minister of Defense will be back soon. You confirm that he is your supporter. According to the order of succession under the Federal Constitution, he is right below you. Do you need me?"

Francis Underwood glanced at Tang Song and said helplessly: "Raman is my man. I need his support to secure this position."

"Understand, understand, political power comes from the barrel of a gun!"

That night.

Nearly a hundred Secret Service vehicles surrounded a high-end Western restaurant.

Amidst the panicked shouts of the person in charge of the restaurant, a large group of special forces wearing uniforms of military police units blew open the walls of the restaurant and swarmed in.

Dozens of Secret Service agents followed Kane closely with excited smiles, and surrounded him as he rushed into the messy restaurant.

Kicking away the table in front of him, Kane walked to a table by the window under the horrified gazes of dozens of diners in the restaurant, and gave a military salute to a middle-aged man sitting at the table: "Sorry,

Major General Lawrence, please cooperate with me and ask you to leave here quietly, okay?"

Major General Lawrence, commander of the 2nd Brigade of the Washington National Guard, had a purple face and glared at Kane.

"Who are you and what qualifications do you have to arrest me!?"

Kane took out a certificate from his arms: "Kane, the new director of the Federal Secret Service, I suspect that you are related to this terrorist attack on the State Guesthouse. Show him the arrest warrant personally issued by the president!"

A senior Secret Service agent eagerly took out a warrant and waved it in front of Lawrence: "Major General Lawrence, you conspired to commit treason and use weapons of mass destruction to attack the President of the Federation. The evidence is conclusive. Please cooperate with us and accept the investigation!"

The diners on the side pricked up their ears and looked at them excitedly. The federal general actually conspired to commit treason? He actually sent his subordinates to assassinate the federal president?

Kane, the newly minted director of the Secret Service, said to Lawrence: "General, don't embarrass us, okay? If you are unjustly accused, I believe we will investigate clearly!"

Lawrence stood up slowly, slowly raised his hands, and allowed the Secret Service agents to shackle him.

"Take it away!" Kane waved his hand.

wakanda

"Brother! Father, father's vital signs have disappeared!"

T'Challa is wearing a vibranium armor, with four female king's guards standing beside him, patrolling the border of Wakanda to prevent thieves from breaking in.

Su Rui's panicked voice suddenly came from his communicator.

"What?"

T'Challa's lips were trembling as he spoke.

"Sister, don't be ridiculous, is there something wrong with your life monitoring system? How could something happen to my father?!"

"Brother, something has really happened to my father. His vital signs are gone, as are the female warriors who protect him. Their vital signs are gone too. Wuwuwuwu, the queen has been crying. Brother, please come back quickly!

"

T'Challa clenched his fists, and the face of the king's female guard next to him was filled with grief and anger.

Washington, a four-story underground base.

In a secret conference room, Nick Fury put down the laser pointer in his hand.

As he completed his summary of the incident at the State Guesthouse, the projection of the picture that was constantly beating behind him also slowly dissipated at this moment.

The lights in the conference room were turned back on. In front of him, on both sides of the long table in the conference room,

Seated were Agent Hill, Natasha with long red hair, and Agent Coulson, Nick Fury's confidant.

Directly opposite Agent Coulson, on the chair at the very back of the conference room,

Tony Stark, who was wearing a gray casual suit and rimless glasses, didn't seem to pay much attention to Nick Fury's summary report. He kept his head lowered and looked at several documents placed on the table.

After Nick Fury's summary, Tony Stark raised his head and pushed up his glasses:

"After the terrorist attack, I rushed to the scene. The nanobug technology of the terrorists was very interesting. How many companies in the world have this technology? This is a direction for investigation!"

"But what is the basis for your statement that the assassination of the King of Wakanda may trigger World War III?"

"Mr. Stark, you have read the information on the table. With Wakanda's technological level, once a war breaks out with the Federation, do you think the situation will be easier than World War III?"

Hill explained from the side.

"Once a nuclear war breaks out between the two sides, it will inevitably trigger a chain reaction, and the entire world will be shrouded in a nuclear cloud."

"All this because of the assassination of this black king?"

Tony Stark complained:

"If I remember correctly, you said that the people from Hydra are within your SHIELD... It seems that you are half responsible for the destruction of the world!"

"Tony, the Hydra thing is a matter left over from history."

Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark and said:

"Another reason why I summoned you all is to eliminate Hydra from SHIELD!"

"This is a big project. The previous director was all undercover. I can't think of how many people your organization can use, not just the few in front of me!"

Tony Stark spread out his hand, pointed at everyone, and curled his lips.

"I'm not interested in playing the game of catching traitors with you. Aren't you here to solve the crisis of destroying the world? How to solve it!"

Nick Fury glanced at Tony Stark, who was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and then looked back at Natasha, the black widow beside him.

"First of all, we need manpower! I have made a list, Natasha, and there are several people you need to invite. Now that Hawkeye is still undergoing treatment, I need to find suitable manpower to replace him!"

"Yes! Sir!" Natasha nodded.

"Because of the issue of S.H.I.E.L.D. being infiltrated, I temporarily transferred some people from elsewhere to form an elite action team as a backup team for this operation. When needed, you can mobilize this team through me.

A large operational force of 120 people.”

"Tony, I need you to provide network technical support and military support if necessary. Do you have any questions?"

Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark again.

Tony Stark turned the black pen in his hand and shrugged.

"Well, let's do that."

Nick Fury raised his wrist and looked at the time. He put away the documents on the table and said to the others:

"The meeting is over now, let's go do our own thing."

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Everyone filed out and left the conference room.

Nick Fury sat on the sofa chair, rubbing his forehead, feeling a little exhausted.

After a short rest, Nick Fury stood up, walked to the projector, and inserted a USB flash drive he carried into the projector.

As the laser pointer on the remote control in Nick Fury's hand flashed, in the blue light projected in front of his eyes, an unclear picture appeared in the conference room.

Nick Fury's eyes narrowed immediately.

This photo was probably taken in a dark environment. It was taken from a high altitude and many details are quite blurry.

But even so, Nick Fury still saw some blurry figures in the photo.

"This is?"

Looking at the photo, Nick Fury asked.

"A few months ago, a batch of vibranium ore in Wakanda was stolen, and the intruders entered Wakanda through a secret passage."

A figure wearing a Black Panther suit came out of the darkness.

"Wakanda followed the information left by the invaders and found the base in Siberia, and a conflict broke out with the Hydra organization!"

"You mean, these invaders are not Hydra?"

Nick Fury rubbed his chin.

"Are you sure?"

"When we captured Bucky, another batch of vibranium ore was stolen. Apparently Hydra was also used."

T'Challa said:

"I have lifted Bucky's brainwashing, and I will give you the manpower you want. Nick Fury, you promised me, help me find the murderer of my father!"

T'Challa's face was hidden under a black leopard-shaped mask, and his animal eyes were shining with a faint light.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you find the real culprit who murdered King T'Chaka!"

Nick Fury looked solemn and serious: "Your Highness, what you have to do now is to return to Wakanda as soon as possible, control the situation in Wakanda, and never let the war expand!"

T'Challa said coldly: "Whether the war will expand depends on your efficiency.

Nick Fury, you came to me and promised to find the real culprit who murdered my father within half a month. It has been two days now. If you fail to fulfill your promise in half a month, I will directly launch an attack.

A total war for the Federation, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!”

T'Challa put down his harsh words and left the secret base directly through the secret passage.

………

As soon as T'Challa left the room, the door to the room was pushed open.

Several figures filed in, it was Hill and Natasha who had just left.

But Tony Stark is not among them.

Agent Hill sets his sights on Nick Fury.

"Director, there is another mastermind behind Hydra?!" Hill also asked with some confusion.

"This organization must be related to the disappearance of vibranium in Wakanda, but they are hidden too deeply. At present, neither we nor Wakanda's intelligence agencies have any trace of them."

"But our first priority now is to eliminate the hidden Hydra in SHIELD. After the internal cleanup is completed, we will investigate this mysterious organization."

If Nick Fury's past behavior style was followed, he would never allow an invisible mastermind to hide behind him.

But there's nothing we can do now. It's not a traitor inside SHIELD, but a few of them who have broken into Hydra.

The former director, his comrades and teachers are all members of Hydra. The dark power hidden within SHIELD makes Nick Fury wake up in panic every time he thinks about it at midnight.

After working with him for so many years, I have been alone in the snake's den.

He can still stand here now, thanks to Pierce's grace of not killing him.

Nick Fury estimates that if SHIELD really needs to clean up Hydra, SHIELD will be lucky to be able to retain one-third of its current size.

If you check, SHIELD will suffer heavy losses. If you don't check, SHIELD will change its banner.

He had no choice.

This is also the reason why Nick Fury chose to cooperate with Wakanda.

"Hill, don't use SHIELD's intelligence agency for your next actions, use Wakanda's intelligence channels! Find the murderer of T'Chaka first!"

"Yes, sir."

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Nielsen Murdock LLP, Brooklyn, New York.

Mark Murdoch, who had just finished processing the last document, stood up, stretched, picked up the suit jacket hanging aside, and just put it on.

The door of the law firm was suddenly pushed open and the wind chimes rang.

Mark Murdoch sighed quietly.

"Why, I'm not welcome!"

Natasha, wearing a brown windbreaker, walked straight up to Mark Murdoch on high heels, looked at his profile, and after a few seconds, suddenly said:

"Mark, long time no see. Do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

"Um?"

Mark Murdoch gave a wry smile, took out his blind stick from the table, and threw it away.

"Can I say no?"

"Mick's Tavern, I haven't been there for a long time, I've made a reservation!"

Natasha didn't give Mark Murdoch a chance to refuse and was as strong as ever.

Just like when the two were passionately in love.

(End of chapter)