Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 198 Control Movie

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 198 Control Movie

After finishing the call with Nick Fury, Hill hung up the communicator.

She had been hungry for a long time and was about to go to the kitchen to make some compressed biscuits and get some canned food.

Ding, a crisp sound of the tea cup hitting the glass sounded behind her. In the silent environment, it reached her ears like thunder.

Hill rolled forward, his steps were light and as agile as a civet cat,

Almost in the blink of an eye, she arrived at the table where the pistol was placed, picked up the black pistol that had just been loaded with ammunition on the table, and quickly turned around and pointed it behind her.

"It's you!"

Hill had already prepared for the worst, but she didn't expect that the person sitting on the sofa in the living room was not the Hydra she imagined when the pistol was pointed at her.

"Well, he is indeed a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., with good skills and reflexes! Are you interested in hanging out with me -"

Tang Song paid no attention to the gun pointed at him, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the sunlight shine through the window, illuminating the dark room.

Hill looked at the steaming cup of tea placed on the table by Tang Song from the corner of her eyes. What made her scalp numb was,

Not only did Tang Song find her secret safe house, but when he entered the safe house, all the early warning devices she had set up were ineffective. She didn't even know how long Tang Song had stayed in this room.

"You need to get more sunshine in the house, otherwise it will be easy to get damp and living there will be bad for your health!"

Tang Song spread his hands to enjoy the sunshine, then walked to the sofa and sat down again, placing his hands on the armrests of the sofa and tapping the armrests with his index finger.

"Nick Fury is still alive? Just like I guessed, that's the only thing you are bad about as agents, you live like a rat in the gutter!"

"We are here to maintain world peace and stability and fight against terrorists, but Mr. Tang, your criminal records are stacked up to one meter high!"

Agent Hill stared at Tang Song. The sunlight outside the glass window shone on Tang Song, as if he was sprinkled with gold. Agent Hill was a little distracted for a moment. She lowered the hand holding the gun and couldn't help but sarcastically retorted.

"Maintain world peace and fight against terrorists!" Tang and Song seemed to have heard something particularly funny, holding their stomachs and laughing wildly.

"Ms. Hill, you are a senior agent who fights against terrorists. Now you are being chased by a group of terrorists with nowhere to go. Instead, you want to help me, a criminal?!"

"Oh, by the way, you imposed the title of criminal on me. To insult and slander the members of the Senate of the Federation, I have the right to directly sue you SHIELD!

Believe me, if we go to court, SHIELD will definitely lose!"

After Tang Song had laughed enough, he stood up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go!"

"Where to go?" Agent Hill's eyes flashed with caution.

Tang Song stretched, glanced at her sideways, and walked to the door on his own: "Of course you will come home with me. Didn't your director ask you to win over me?"

Hill looked at Tang Song's back hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, stood up and followed him.

Downstairs from the apartment, a pure black Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the road, and two big men in black with bulging waists were standing by.

Hill's safe house was chosen in a civilian community with a relatively large flow of people in order to hide its whereabouts.

Civilian communities with a large flow of people can indeed cover up traces and cause trouble for trackers, but the security of such places is often not very good.

A top-notch luxury car worth several million appeared in the community and attracted the attention of many people for a while.

There were many gangsters among them, and they were staring at the Rolls-Royce, a multi-million dollar luxury car, with mysterious eyes. If they really wanted to get it and resell it, they would get at least hundreds of thousands.

And this is not a wealthy area, and there are no police patrols all the time...

Although there are several suspected bodyguards with guns.

But in the Federation, it's the same as who doesn't have a gun.

Soon one of the neighborhood's cliques couldn't stand it any longer.

It's said to be a small gang, but it's actually just a few gangsters who get together to extort money from nearby stores and engage in zero-dollar purchases.

A black gangster with dreadlocks and a large gold chain hanging around his neck, making hip-hop gestures with both hands, passed by the Rolls-Royce.

He seemed to have inadvertently glanced at the bulging waists of the two bodyguards in black, and whistled softly in his mouth.

Hearing his whistle, several gangsters not far away looked happy——

The whistles of their small gang all have specific meanings, meaning they just whistled. These bodyguards did not carry heavy firepower.

At the signal of his companion, a sturdy black man quietly opened the door of the broken pickup truck next to him and reached for the Uzi submachine gun.

The black gangster with dreadlocks glanced at the flying goddess said to be worth tens of thousands of dollars, wondering if this thing was made of pure gold.

He glanced down and saw a familiar New York license plate number!

Seeing the license plate number that could only be heard when bragging, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes and took another look.

After confirming that he had seen it correctly, he suddenly turned around in fear and whistled desperately behind him.

"Shhhhh-"

Hearing a sharp and rapid whistle that suddenly sounded, the strong black man who was holding the gun stopped holding the gun and turned around blankly to look at his accomplices.

The few gangsters who gathered together also looked at their ugly-faced accomplices inexplicably.

The young man with dreadlocks looked extremely ugly. He staggered back and came to his accomplices. Without saying a word, he dragged a few of them away.

"Mike, you are stupid. It is rare for a big fat sheep to appear in our territory. The patrol police will not come for patrol for two hours. We have enough time to deal with these bodyguards and take action on the car!"

A gangster with an unknown cigarette in his mouth looked confused as he smoked: "Are you worried about the revenge of these rich men? Once we sell the car, everyone will get tens of thousands of dollars. Then we can find a place to hide."

For a while, they couldn't find us."

As if to increase his persuasion, the gangster reached behind his back and planned to pull out the pistol stuck in his waist.

His voice was so loud that it even caused the two bodyguards next to the Rolls-Royce to look over.

The dirty-braided gangster named Mike was so frightened that his naturally dark face turned pale. He stepped forward and held down his companion's right hand that was about to draw the gun.

Gritting his teeth, he took out a folding knife from his arms and stabbed it directly into his waist.

"Fake!"

"Oh my God, Mike, you are crazy!"

"Fake!"

The gangster with a big gun touched his waist, raised his hand and looked at his bloody hand, looking at this usually good brother in disbelief.

"Do you know whose car that is? It's Don." Mike deliberately lowered his voice for the last sentence, but as soon as he said it, several gangsters who screamed suddenly felt as if someone had wiped their necks.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Several gangsters silently surrounded Mike and the unlucky guy, and soon there was a sound of sharp knives being stabbed into the body.

The two bodyguards glanced at the obvious gang vendetta here and didn't pay much attention to it.

“The community you chose is quite lively!”

Tang Song walked forward with a cane, Hill followed him silently, and a bodyguard in black immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for Boss Tang.

Before Tang Song got in the car, he inadvertently turned his head and looked at the group of gangsters staring in the distance.

The few gangsters who were watching here caught Tang Song's gaze, and their faces all turned pale with fright. They all showed flattering smiles towards Tang Song.

Tang Song smiled, greeted Hill, and got in the car directly.

After the two of them were seated firmly, a bodyguard in black closed the car door for Boss Tang and got into the passenger seat.

The Rolls-Royce started and drove away.

Watching the Rolls-Royce go away, the gangsters breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, feeling like they had narrowly escaped death.

The spacious interior of a Rolls-Royce,

Tang Song took out two silver plates with silver covers from the small refrigerator. He opened the silver covers and found two exquisite dessert cakes inside.

"It's already past noon, let's eat something to fill our stomachs!"

Tang Song clicked a button next to the Rolls-Royce seat, and a small table rose between him and Hill.

Tang Song put two desserts on the table, took out two plastic knives and forks, and handed one to the small table in front of Hill.

Tang Song picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake by himself, inserted a piece into his mouth.

The chocolate cream cake is spread with chocolate and filled with almonds and jam. It is made by a three-star Michelin chef and is fragrant but not greasy.

Tang and Song people didn't like sweets, but this tasted really good.

Hill took the knife and fork and looked at the exquisite cake in front of her. Although she was hungry now, she had no intention of eating it.

She stared at Tang Song and said with some doubts:

"Why did your attitude change so quickly? When we were on Fifth Avenue, you clearly didn't want to help me!?"

Tang Song put a piece of cake into his mouth, chewed it, and enjoyed the sweetness of the cake. He raised his eyes and looked at Hill:

"I don't understand this. Your behavior on Fifth Avenue was like a drowning person, trying to pull me, an innocent passerby standing on the shore, into the water..."

"Although I know how to swim, it doesn't mean I like being dragged into the water...

Taking the initiative to jump into the water and being dragged into the water are two different things!"

"I plan to help you this time because Tony bought it with a favor. Iron Man's favor is worth me handing you a bamboo pole when you fall into the water! That's all!"

Tang Song explained it very thoroughly and clearly, but hearing this explanation, Hill felt a little uncomfortable.

However, as a veteran agent, Hill quickly controlled his emotions.

"I was presumptuous when we were on Fifth Avenue this morning, Mr. Tang!"

Hill picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake in front of him, expressing his sincere apology to Tang and Song.

"Nothing!" Tang Song smiled.

Hill hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Tang, you should have heard what Director Fury and I said. Do you have any ideas?"

"Idea? You want me to help SHIELD deal with Hydra!?"

Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took out a tissue from the napkin box, and wiped his mouth.

"This is not a pool. Tony Stark's reputation will not allow me to swim in this muddy water, and your water is no longer muddy. It is a muddy pond, a swamp, but..."

Tang Song had a frowning expression on his face that he couldn't bear to look at.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped the table in front of him: "The reason why crab fishermen in Alaska risk their lives and fight in the wind and waves is because king crabs can bring them huge profits! Enough to support their families!"

"Nick Fury won't just say empty words, so just let me help him with money and effort!"

Tang Song looked at Hill with a half-smile, and his whole body felt hairy.

"Or are you planning to use Nick Fury's idea to use a honey trap on me?!"

"What? Tang, you misunderstood, what a honey trap, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding?" Hill's hand clenched the knife and fork tightly, and his voice rose several degrees.

"The director just wants me to convince you as much as possible..."

"It's better not to have that," Tang Song shook his head and said with a smile: "Agent Hill, you are very beautiful. To use our oriental words to describe it, you are heroic!"

"But the beauty trap style is really not suitable for you. Agent Natasha is very suitable for this style?"

"Do you like Natasha?" Hill asked.

"That's not true. Compared to the charming black widow, I still appreciate women like you, but no matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot be equated with profit!"

"Mr. Tang, what conditions can make you stand on our side?"

Listening to Tang Song's naked words, Agent Hill's expression became serious.

Agent Hill is not a beauty. On the contrary, within S.H.I.E.L.D., her position is second only to Nick Fury and she is Nick Fury's right-hand assistant.

Hill has the power to make decisions on many matters within SHIELD.

She understands how much SHIELD needs foreign aid like Tang Song.

This cannot be compared to one or several superheroes.

With the exception of Tony Stark, the Avengers may have extraordinary abilities, but they are only good at destruction.

But the man in front of me is different, he has huge power.

Even if they were unable to eliminate Hydra for the time being, relying on the power of the Tang and Song Dynasties, they could still keep the situation from being too bad.

Not to mention the Holy Shield Brotherhood behind the Tang and Song Dynasties. If we can get their support, then...

Hill's eyes flashed with a glint of light.

"Director Nick Fury has died, so you have no interest in succeeding him as the director of SHIELD!?"

Hill listened to Tang Song's words with an expression of astonishment on his face.

She didn't quite understand what Tang and Song meant by this sentence.

She didn't believe Tang Song didn't hear her conversation with the director in the safe house.

And he personally said that the director faked his death.

Now what does he mean by this sentence?

She succeeded Director Fury as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Just kidding, the current S.H.I.E.L.D. is the lair of Hydra. She finally escaped, how could she go back again?

Countless thoughts flashed through Hill's mind, but his face remained calm.

But what is this man’s true intention in saying this?

"Just kidding, Agent Hill, please tell Director Fury that I'm interested in extraordinary items. If he can come up with something that makes me interested, I wouldn't mind helping you!"

Tang Song said his request with a smile and put his hand on Hill's shoulder.

Hill's whole body seemed to be electrocuted. Feeling the temperature of Tang Song's palms, she felt like she was being entangled by a giant anaconda, which made her tremble all over.

"Extraordinary items, Mr. Tang, I will tell Director Fury!"

Hill tried to calm his tone and said calmly.

Tang Song's hands slid up Hill's legs...

Hill leaned back, his upper body tilted back, showing a perfect curve, and his beautiful eyes stared closely at Tang Song's face:

"Mr. Tang, please be respectful, I am not the kind of woman you imagined!"

"Ms. Hill, I'm afraid you have misunderstood. I am far more interested in your talents than your body. If you are interested in doing something for me, I can help you become the director of SHIELD!"

"You are the person who wants to install you in SHIELD!" At this time, Hill finally realized Tang Song's true purpose.

Tang and Song's hands, well, under such tightness, they seemed to be in places they shouldn't be, which was a bit uncoordinated.

"You will be mine, right?"

Tang Song raised his hand and pinched Hill's face and asked.

"You're very ambitious, Don," Maria Hill sneered, "Do you think you'll succeed?"

Agent Hill's hand quietly touched the plastic cutlery on the table...

Tang Song smiled, and with a backhand, before Hill could react, he pointed a finger between her eyebrows.

"Director Hill, I don't want to put people in SHIELD. I want SHIELD and I want HYDRA!"

Tang Song leaned into Hill's ear and whispered softly, but it almost made Hill suffocate.

………………

When Tang and Song returned to the manor, it was almost evening.

"Come on, let's all have a taste of the wagyu beef flown in from Japan!"

Down's Manor, in front of the long oak table in the restaurant...

Tang and Song used knives and forks to cut the beef, grilling the medium-rare A4 Wagyu beef. The beef was cut open, with a refreshing meat aroma.

When you bite it into your mouth, it has a very tender and fragrant texture.

"Well, it tastes good. Japanese people are not very good people, but they are still somewhat unique in raising cattle and doing art!"

On the long table, Tang and Song Dynasties sat at the top

Deadpool was sitting in the guest seat, using both a knife and a fork, not showing any courtesy at all, stuffing a piece of meat in his mouth, not forgetting to look up at Tang Song, and murmured in agreement:

"Body art? I didn't expect billionaires to watch Japanese movies like this. We are the same people. I have a lot of discs at home. Do you want to sell you a few? Who do you like? **Kong, ***MA

Leah…Beichuan**”

The silver fork stuck with beef in Tang and Song Dynasties stopped at his mouth, and he covered his mouth with his fist and coughed.

"Ahem!"

"Mr. Tang, Wade is such a carefree person!"

Matt Murdock, who was sitting next to Deadpool, quickly eased the awkward atmosphere and said to the rescue.

Just now, Tang and Song made it clear that they could provide SHIELD with some manpower, weapons and financial support.

If this matter is ruined by Deadpool's bad words, he really has the intention to kill Deadpool.

"Am I wrong?!" Deadpool was a little confused, then scratched his head and looked at Tang Song and said suddenly:

"You are different from us. You are so rich that you don't need to buy any DVDs. You can find real people and stars. It doesn't matter if you invite them to make movies."

Deadpool looked at Tang Song with an indescribable expression, and licked his lips enviously:

"Monopoly, do you want me to take a video for you? I'm a professional photographer..."

Tang Song looked at Deadpool expressionlessly, as if veins were popping up on his gentle and jade-like face...

Ryan on the side lowered his head and looked at the beef on the dinner plate, seeming to be studying the texture of the beef.

Frank turned around and studied the material of the knife and fork in his hand with Kane.

Among the group of people at the dining table, only Goo Ja-yoon, this little lunatic, looked at Deadpool with shining eyes.

"You also think uncle is a pervert..."

Before Ju Ziyun could finish her words, Tang Song raised her finger and her mouth was sealed by an invisible spell.

"Hmm..." Ju Ziyun stared at Tang Song, his face full of dissatisfaction.

When Deadpool saw this scene, he just wanted to speak for Ju Ziyun

snap

Matt Murdock "looked" at Tang Song's expression, raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

"Eat well! Even wagyu can't stop your mouth..."

……………

After Mark Murdock left with Deadpool, in Tang Song's study.

The maid came forward and poured the red wine from the decanter into the wine glass.

The bright red wine swayed in the crystal cup with a strange beauty in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

The cheapest bottle of Petrus red wine costs more than 20,000 pounds per box, twice as much as Lafite.

With the bitter and fragrant red wine in his mouth, Tang and Song enjoyed the happiness that money brought to him.

"Ryan, go back and get a group of romantic action actresses in Japan. If you want ugly ones, get Deadpool! Find some photographers and shoot some movies for him!"

While drinking red wine, Tang Song remembered what Deadpool had just said and said with gritted teeth.

Ryan looked at his boss's angry expression and quickly marked this matter as a top priority and kept it in his mind.

I decided to do it immediately, and when I got the Japanese female star, I would personally go over and capture Deadpool to make a movie.

I really don’t feel comfortable leaving this matter to the people below. If Deadpool escapes, the boss will ask him to take over...

Ryan shuddered just thinking about that scene.

…………

On the big, soft bed, Tang Song lay alone, looking at the moonlight in the dark night through the skylight.

Maria Hill was his casual move. If he remembered correctly, in Marvel comics, this woman had been the director of SHIELD.

With the ability and his support, he is enough to take control of S.H.I.E.L.D. after Nick Fury's death.

Resurrected from the dead, a person who has been officially declared dead should just lie in a coffin.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had them under control, and Tang and Song Dynasties were plotting their own plans.

There is always the illusion that I am the mastermind behind the scenes.

The villain, the mastermind behind the scenes, does he count?!

Tang Song himself didn't know it. When he came to the Marvel world, he neither wanted to be a street vigilante like Spider-Man, nor was he interested in destroying the world.

What he wants is freedom, unfettered freedom...

As a rich and powerful immortal, he pursues power and enjoys life. If possible, he would like to go back to the world when he came back.

"Extraordinary items, I wonder what collection S.H.I.E.L.D. has?

The Cosmic Rubik's Cube is such a bottom-of-the-box thing, and Nick Fury, the braised egghead, would definitely not take it out!

I really want the space gem, but this thing can be opened by someone on the opposite side, so it’s a time bomb in my hand now!”

Tang Song was thinking about what he could squeeze out of Nick Fury.

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and under the moonlight, Selena slowly took off her pajamas, revealing her slender, curvy, and sexy figure.

Tang Song stood up halfway, leaning on the head of the bed, admiring the goddess of night in front of him...

A night without words...

(End of chapter)