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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0152_part_02
Chapter 262
chapter 0152 part 2
During the time Kane has been in East Africa, he has been observing Kane's combat level and tactical command ability. Seeing Kane's excellent battlefield performance, he finally decided to extend an olive branch to Kane. The role of a qualified combat commander is beyond doubt. Alexander Pierce, relying on the convenience of S.H.I.E.L.D., recruited a group of elite combat commanders. Excellent ones are like Crossbones; both his individual combat capability and battlefield command ability are extremely outstanding. But based on his assessment of Kane these past few days, the strength Kane displayed far surpasses Crossbones!
Kane looked at Strucker with some surprise. He hadn't expected that this Hydra Organization, which he was impersonating just yesterday, would invite him to join. Kane hesitated slightly and began to ponder in his heart what Boss would decide if he were here. Given Boss's personality, he would surely happily join Hydra. After completely exploiting them, he would then kick them away.
"Mr. Strucker, I currently have no plans to change Boss. As for future matters, let's leave them for the future!" Kane shook his head. In the end, he still hadn't learned Boss's thick-skinned approach. He directly refused Strucker.
Strucker's face didn't show dissatisfaction. On the contrary, judging from his expression, he actually appreciated Kane more. No person in power and influence dislikes loyal Subordinates. He had investigated Kane's movements after his retirement. According to his understanding, after Kane left the German Army, he had been staying by the side of a Gang Boss in New York. It took him two or three years to single-handedly support a small-time hoodlum into becoming the biggest Gang Boss in all of New York. In the intelligence provided by the informant, although some false intelligence was mixed in, such as how fierce and capable that Gang Boss was, in Strucker's eyes, apart from the possibility of him being a mutant, which was worth noting, he didn't put Tang Song in his eyes. In his opinion, the reason Tang Song could become the Leader of New York's Underworld was entirely the result of support from Kane and Lane, the two brothers, plus dozens of former Dark Demon Special Forces soldiers. Truly worthy of being a former Commander of the Dark Demon Special Forces: Capable, loyal enough, and doesn't take credit!
"It's alright, I'm just making a suggestion. You can take your time to consider. No need to rush your reply. After a while, I will make a trip to New York and visit your employer. I will have a good talk with him!" Strucker, having filled in the blanks in his mind, looked more and more favorably upon Kane. He waved his hand and said, "I think your Boss is also a reasonable person and wouldn't bear to keep a warhorse trapped in the hands of a miller!"
Visit Boss, are you serious?! Kane looked at Strucker like looking at a huge sucker / patsy, a fat pig running to The Butcher with a knife in its mouth. With great willpower, plus his mutant ability of self muscle control, he barely managed to control his contorted facial expression.
"Kane, are you in such a hurry to return to New York because something happened? I have some connections in the Federation. I can help with some small troubles," Strucker said, pouring him another cup of coffee after watching Kane silently finish the first one.
Hearing Strucker's words, Kane's complexion immediately turned stern. "Someone sent Gunmen to assassinate my Boss and swept our Territory. Although Boss wasn't seriously hurt, we always believe in blood for blood and tooth for tooth!"
Looking at Kane's serious expression, Strucker was somewhat dismissive. In his opinion, this was just fighting and killing between Gangs. During the WWII period, he faced the Allied Howling Commandos and the encirclement of several Allied divisions.
"202******!" Strucker recited a string of numbers and said to Kane, "This is the phone number of one of my Subordinates. He has some manpower there. If you don't have enough manpower in New York, call this phone number!"
Kane silently memorized the phone number. After silently drinking another cup of black coffee with Strucker, he stood up and bid farewell to Strucker. "Mr. Strucker, it's getting late! I still have to catch a plane, so I won't bother you any longer!"
Strucker escorted Kane outside the French Army barracks and watched him get into the hummer before turning back to the barracks.
"Boss, that's how things are, what should I do?"
A convoy of five military humvees drove towards a temporary Military Airport built by the Allied Forces. Kane held the satellite phone in his hand, reporting what had just happened to Boss Tang.
Monaco Beach. Tang Song was wearing only beach shorts, lying on a beach chair, with a sun hat covering his face and a satellite phone in his hand. Under the sun hat, two masses of silver radiance floated between his nostrils, breathing and absorbing, continuously. Wrapped within these two masses of silver light were his two sword pills. With each process of his breathing and absorbing, he poured the two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi, which had grown to their peak in his lungs, into the two sword pills. During this time, thanks to the Dual Cultivation Secret Technique, the Primeval White Astral Qi between Tang Song's lungs could be said to be extremely abundant. Nourished by the Primeval White Astral Qi, the two sword pills could no longer be seen in their specific form or shape. From the outside, they just looked like two large masses of silver radiance. As Tang Song breathed, they constantly trembled, pulsing, like a heart in a person's chest, like living beings.
"Since someone is kindly offering help, let's not be polite either. Lane has already figured out the situation of the Bureau for Paranormal Defense. It's a Federal secret agency, directly reporting to the owner of the White House! What's interesting is that the investigator from the Bureau for Paranormal Defense responsible for New York matters is named Alexander Corvinus!"
"The source of that progenitor vampire?!" Kane was slightly taken aback. They had dealt with vampires in New York more than once or twice, and naturally, they had heard the name Alexander Corvinus from some vampires! "Boss, what do you plan to do?"
The hummer was now driving into the Military Airport. In the most obvious position at the Airport, a white transport aircraft was parked. From a distance, Kane saw a Middle-aged Man in a suit waiting in front of the plane.
"You've been with me for over three years, Kane. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss? I've transferred a batch of Gunmen back from the Siberian Training Camp. Take them to see some blood! And while you're at it, borrow some manpower from Mr. Strucker. Since that old gentleman gave me a surprise, I naturally have to give him a big gift in return!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Hearing the dial tone from the other end of the satellite phone, Kane then hung up the phone, got out of the hummer, and shook hands with Yuri, who was coming to meet him!
"Trouble you again, Yuri!"
Yuri, this big arms dealer, looked energetic, greeting Kane warmly. "Mr. Kane, you're too kind. I'm also returning to New York after delivering the goods. It's just on the way!" For arms dealers, war is often an opportunity to get rich. During this time, Yuri hired one of Kane's teams, traveling through the battlefield, mingling at the dinner tables of High-level Staff military officers from the Federation, and even connected with Baron Strucker through Kane's connections, buying a batch of 'damaged' active-duty equipment from various countries within the Allied Forces at a low price. This batch of equipment was resold to South Africa, Afghanistan, and the Middle East, selling for at least three times the profit. "There's still cargo on the plane?" Kane looked at the plane, his eyebrow furrowed. Yuri hadn't mentioned this to him!
During the time Kane has been in East Africa, he has been observing Kane's combat level and tactical command ability. Seeing Kane's excellent battlefield performance, he finally decided to extend an olive branch to Kane. The role of a qualified combat commander is beyond doubt. Alexander Pierce, relying on the convenience of S.H.I.E.L.D., recruited a group of elite combat commanders. Excellent ones are like Crossbones; both his individual combat capability and battlefield command ability are extremely outstanding. But based on his assessment of Kane these past few days, the strength Kane displayed far surpasses Crossbones!
Kane looked at Strucker with some surprise. He hadn't expected that this Hydra Organization, which he was impersonating just yesterday, would invite him to join. Kane hesitated slightly and began to ponder in his heart what Boss would decide if he were here. Given Boss's personality, he would surely happily join Hydra. After completely exploiting them, he would then kick them away.
"Mr. Strucker, I currently have no plans to change Boss. As for future matters, let's leave them for the future!" Kane shook his head. In the end, he still hadn't learned Boss's thick-skinned approach. He directly refused Strucker.
Strucker's face didn't show dissatisfaction. On the contrary, judging from his expression, he actually appreciated Kane more. No person in power and influence dislikes loyal Subordinates. He had investigated Kane's movements after his retirement. According to his understanding, after Kane left the German Army, he had been staying by the side of a Gang Boss in New York. It took him two or three years to single-handedly support a small-time hoodlum into becoming the biggest Gang Boss in all of New York. In the intelligence provided by the informant, although some false intelligence was mixed in, such as how fierce and capable that Gang Boss was, in Strucker's eyes, apart from the possibility of him being a mutant, which was worth noting, he didn't put Tang Song in his eyes. In his opinion, the reason Tang Song could become the Leader of New York's Underworld was entirely the result of support from Kane and Lane, the two brothers, plus dozens of former Dark Demon Special Forces soldiers. Truly worthy of being a former Commander of the Dark Demon Special Forces: Capable, loyal enough, and doesn't take credit!
"It's alright, I'm just making a suggestion. You can take your time to consider. No need to rush your reply. After a while, I will make a trip to New York and visit your employer. I will have a good talk with him!" Strucker, having filled in the blanks in his mind, looked more and more favorably upon Kane. He waved his hand and said, "I think your Boss is also a reasonable person and wouldn't bear to keep a warhorse trapped in the hands of a miller!"
Visit Boss, are you serious?! Kane looked at Strucker like looking at a huge sucker / patsy, a fat pig running to The Butcher with a knife in its mouth. With great willpower, plus his mutant ability of self muscle control, he barely managed to control his contorted facial expression.
"Kane, are you in such a hurry to return to New York because something happened? I have some connections in the Federation. I can help with some small troubles," Strucker said, pouring him another cup of coffee after watching Kane silently finish the first one.
Hearing Strucker's words, Kane's complexion immediately turned stern. "Someone sent Gunmen to assassinate my Boss and swept our Territory. Although Boss wasn't seriously hurt, we always believe in blood for blood and tooth for tooth!"
Looking at Kane's serious expression, Strucker was somewhat dismissive. In his opinion, this was just fighting and killing between Gangs. During the WWII period, he faced the Allied Howling Commandos and the encirclement of several Allied divisions.
"202******!" Strucker recited a string of numbers and said to Kane, "This is the phone number of one of my Subordinates. He has some manpower there. If you don't have enough manpower in New York, call this phone number!"
Kane silently memorized the phone number. After silently drinking another cup of black coffee with Strucker, he stood up and bid farewell to Strucker. "Mr. Strucker, it's getting late! I still have to catch a plane, so I won't bother you any longer!"
Strucker escorted Kane outside the French Army barracks and watched him get into the hummer before turning back to the barracks.
"Boss, that's how things are, what should I do?"
A convoy of five military humvees drove towards a temporary Military Airport built by the Allied Forces. Kane held the satellite phone in his hand, reporting what had just happened to Boss Tang.
Monaco Beach. Tang Song was wearing only beach shorts, lying on a beach chair, with a sun hat covering his face and a satellite phone in his hand. Under the sun hat, two masses of silver radiance floated between his nostrils, breathing and absorbing, continuously. Wrapped within these two masses of silver light were his two sword pills. With each process of his breathing and absorbing, he poured the two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi, which had grown to their peak in his lungs, into the two sword pills. During this time, thanks to the Dual Cultivation Secret Technique, the Primeval White Astral Qi between Tang Song's lungs could be said to be extremely abundant. Nourished by the Primeval White Astral Qi, the two sword pills could no longer be seen in their specific form or shape. From the outside, they just looked like two large masses of silver radiance. As Tang Song breathed, they constantly trembled, pulsing, like a heart in a person's chest, like living beings.
"Since someone is kindly offering help, let's not be polite either. Lane has already figured out the situation of the Bureau for Paranormal Defense. It's a Federal secret agency, directly reporting to the owner of the White House! What's interesting is that the investigator from the Bureau for Paranormal Defense responsible for New York matters is named Alexander Corvinus!"
"The source of that progenitor vampire?!" Kane was slightly taken aback. They had dealt with vampires in New York more than once or twice, and naturally, they had heard the name Alexander Corvinus from some vampires! "Boss, what do you plan to do?"
The hummer was now driving into the Military Airport. In the most obvious position at the Airport, a white transport aircraft was parked. From a distance, Kane saw a Middle-aged Man in a suit waiting in front of the plane.
"You've been with me for over three years, Kane. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss? I've transferred a batch of Gunmen back from the Siberian Training Camp. Take them to see some blood! And while you're at it, borrow some manpower from Mr. Strucker. Since that old gentleman gave me a surprise, I naturally have to give him a big gift in return!"
"Yes, Boss!"
Hearing the dial tone from the other end of the satellite phone, Kane then hung up the phone, got out of the hummer, and shook hands with Yuri, who was coming to meet him!
"Trouble you again, Yuri!"
Yuri, this big arms dealer, looked energetic, greeting Kane warmly. "Mr. Kane, you're too kind. I'm also returning to New York after delivering the goods. It's just on the way!" For arms dealers, war is often an opportunity to get rich. During this time, Yuri hired one of Kane's teams, traveling through the battlefield, mingling at the dinner tables of High-level Staff military officers from the Federation, and even connected with Baron Strucker through Kane's connections, buying a batch of 'damaged' active-duty equipment from various countries within the Allied Forces at a low price. This batch of equipment was resold to South Africa, Afghanistan, and the Middle East, selling for at least three times the profit. "There's still cargo on the plane?" Kane looked at the plane, his eyebrow furrowed. Yuri hadn't mentioned this to him!
