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chapter 0162 part 1
Chapter 162: Base, Lake Bottom
Modern interior style, wooden floors, sofas, chairs, small desks, kitchen and bedroom, all complete.
The cabin floor provides a better view, while also offering more storage space.
Inside the cabin, a big cat occupied a large portion of the space, its belly rising and falling as it slept soundly.
Snoring like thunder echoed inside this RV.
Beside the big cat, a Hornless Black Jiao as thick as a bucket was coiled.
The Hornless Black Jiao was coiled in a snake formation. Its black scales were the size of small bowls, triangular, and the edges were full of sharp serrations.
The scales opened and closed rhythmically, one after another, and streaks of black light continuously flowed over its body.
"Who is this person?"
Tang Song held a wine glass, leaning back on the sofa with his legs crossed, and took a sip of cocktail as he looked at the photos Lane had pulled up on the tablet computer. The photos were clearly candid shots, with the background being inside an office. A brown-haired woman was sitting sideways on the sofa, only half of her face visible.
Across from her sat an ugly man wearing a mask...
The ugly man's identity was helpfully labeled on the photo as Cobra Commander.
Tang Song didn't find the woman familiar; she was clearly not a very famous figure.
"Boss, her name is Zoe Barnes!
She used to be a reporter for the Washington Herald and is now Francis Underwood's secretary!"
Lane introduced the woman's identity.
Tang Song twirled the wine glass in his hand and chuckled:
"Francis Underwood?! Looks like our Secretary of State also has his little secrets!"
Francis Underwood, the current Secretary of State of the Federation.
Like Moon, the current Governor of New York State, he is a member of the Federal Republican Party.
Francis Underwood is not only the current Secretary of State of the Federal Government but also the Republican Party Whip.
In the eyes of outsiders, Tang Song, this City Councilor of New York City and the new magnate of the Federal Underworld, is the black glove pushed forward by the Republican Party.
In fact, Tang Song has given no small amount of bribes to the high-level staff of the Republican Party through Moon's connections.
For Francis Underwood alone, he has given away nearly twenty million in bearer bonds.
At his instruction, Lane used Tang Group's connections to handle some troublesome matters for certain Republican Party Important Figures that were inconvenient for them to appear in.
Attacking some political opponents, disrupting their campaign speeches, silencing some Newspaper Offices and media outlets,
Helping to transfer property to foreign banks. From this perspective, it's not wrong to see Boss Tang as the Republican Party's agent in the Underworld.
Having a protective umbrella over your head is actually not bad; the sun doesn't shine on you, and the rain doesn't fall on you...
The premise is, don't be a donkey grinding a mill, and don't be a chamber pot.
Taken out when needed, and casually stuffed under the bed when not.
"You said the FBI has our criminal evidence. What kind?"
Tang Song looked at the woman in the photo and took a sip of wine.
The Federal Government using the FBI to collect evidence on him naturally couldn't be hidden from him.
After all, he also had "good friends" among the FBI high-level staff.
Although those friends told him that these were just balancing measures by the White House to prevent accidents,
His predecessor, Kingpin, the emperor of the Underworld, had enough criminal evidence with the FBI and CIA to fill an entire archive room.
In the end, he wasn't acquitted; he just had bad luck and was murdered outside the Court of Law.
These good friends told him not to worry...
However, Boss Tang was clearly not that reassured.
Unfortunately, the people in the White House are subjected to security checks by secret government departments periodically.
To prevent senior government officials from being controlled or infiltrated by supernatural powers.
Boss Tang would at least need to leave a space for the owner of the White House to sign on the Snake Skin Scroll.
"It's about car smuggling and our fake alcohol business!" Lane replied.
"Cut these two businesses out. From now on, we'll only take dividends, and the specific matters will be handled by the people below!"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Lane nodded beside him.
"Tell Storm Shadow to find out the exact relationship between our Secretary of State and the Cobra Organization!"
Tang Song raised his wine glass and looked out the car window, "I think our Secretary of State will give me a big surprise!"
About half an hour after Tang Song's RV drove away, four black commercial vehicles and twelve escort vehicles left the Alley, drove along New York Avenue, and headed towards the Outskirts.
"Shit! These escort vehicles must be carrying valuable things, either US dollars or gold!"
On the rooftop of a tall building next to New York Avenue, a large black man with a buzz cut and bare chest held binoculars, staring intently at the moving convoy.
"Sam, are you sure we're not going to rob them? Judging by how flat the tires look, if we just rob one vehicle, it'll be enough for us to live comfortably and lavishly for the rest of our lives!"
"Jim! You just got to New York, you don't understand the situation!"
The white youth named Sam also held binoculars, staring intently at the moving escort vehicles.
"In New York, no one has dared to touch anything belonging to Tang! He's much more overbearing than Kingpin, and even more ruthless!
Don't forget our rule, don't touch the local bosses' things. If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"
Sam put down his binoculars, glared at the large black man, and signaled him not to act rashly.
In fact, the two of them were the Federation's recently notorious duo of thieves.
Their business is very extensive; their main operation is robbing armored cars and vaults from banks. Occasionally, they also sneak into wealthy businessmen's homes to break into safes, and if there are people in the villas, they don't mind moonlighting as robbers! Both of them are Mutants.
The black man Jim's mutant ability is enhanced durability, able to withstand shots from ordinary caliber rifles.
And Sam's ability is lockpicking; his hand can turn into a master key, allowing him to open bank vaults and safes at will.
The security guards and police officers of ordinary escort vehicles are simply no match for the two.
Compared to the black man Jim, the lean and capable Sam is undoubtedly the smart one.
The two of them committed crimes across various areas of New York State, never staying in one place for too long.
Chapter 162: Base, Lake Bottom
Modern interior style, wooden floors, sofas, chairs, small desks, kitchen and bedroom, all complete.
The cabin floor provides a better view, while also offering more storage space.
Inside the cabin, a big cat occupied a large portion of the space, its belly rising and falling as it slept soundly.
Snoring like thunder echoed inside this RV.
Beside the big cat, a Hornless Black Jiao as thick as a bucket was coiled.
The Hornless Black Jiao was coiled in a snake formation. Its black scales were the size of small bowls, triangular, and the edges were full of sharp serrations.
The scales opened and closed rhythmically, one after another, and streaks of black light continuously flowed over its body.
"Who is this person?"
Tang Song held a wine glass, leaning back on the sofa with his legs crossed, and took a sip of cocktail as he looked at the photos Lane had pulled up on the tablet computer. The photos were clearly candid shots, with the background being inside an office. A brown-haired woman was sitting sideways on the sofa, only half of her face visible.
Across from her sat an ugly man wearing a mask...
The ugly man's identity was helpfully labeled on the photo as Cobra Commander.
Tang Song didn't find the woman familiar; she was clearly not a very famous figure.
"Boss, her name is Zoe Barnes!
She used to be a reporter for the Washington Herald and is now Francis Underwood's secretary!"
Lane introduced the woman's identity.
Tang Song twirled the wine glass in his hand and chuckled:
"Francis Underwood?! Looks like our Secretary of State also has his little secrets!"
Francis Underwood, the current Secretary of State of the Federation.
Like Moon, the current Governor of New York State, he is a member of the Federal Republican Party.
Francis Underwood is not only the current Secretary of State of the Federal Government but also the Republican Party Whip.
In the eyes of outsiders, Tang Song, this City Councilor of New York City and the new magnate of the Federal Underworld, is the black glove pushed forward by the Republican Party.
In fact, Tang Song has given no small amount of bribes to the high-level staff of the Republican Party through Moon's connections.
For Francis Underwood alone, he has given away nearly twenty million in bearer bonds.
At his instruction, Lane used Tang Group's connections to handle some troublesome matters for certain Republican Party Important Figures that were inconvenient for them to appear in.
Attacking some political opponents, disrupting their campaign speeches, silencing some Newspaper Offices and media outlets,
Helping to transfer property to foreign banks. From this perspective, it's not wrong to see Boss Tang as the Republican Party's agent in the Underworld.
Having a protective umbrella over your head is actually not bad; the sun doesn't shine on you, and the rain doesn't fall on you...
The premise is, don't be a donkey grinding a mill, and don't be a chamber pot.
Taken out when needed, and casually stuffed under the bed when not.
"You said the FBI has our criminal evidence. What kind?"
Tang Song looked at the woman in the photo and took a sip of wine.
The Federal Government using the FBI to collect evidence on him naturally couldn't be hidden from him.
After all, he also had "good friends" among the FBI high-level staff.
Although those friends told him that these were just balancing measures by the White House to prevent accidents,
His predecessor, Kingpin, the emperor of the Underworld, had enough criminal evidence with the FBI and CIA to fill an entire archive room.
In the end, he wasn't acquitted; he just had bad luck and was murdered outside the Court of Law.
These good friends told him not to worry...
However, Boss Tang was clearly not that reassured.
Unfortunately, the people in the White House are subjected to security checks by secret government departments periodically.
To prevent senior government officials from being controlled or infiltrated by supernatural powers.
Boss Tang would at least need to leave a space for the owner of the White House to sign on the Snake Skin Scroll.
"It's about car smuggling and our fake alcohol business!" Lane replied.
"Cut these two businesses out. From now on, we'll only take dividends, and the specific matters will be handled by the people below!"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Lane nodded beside him.
"Tell Storm Shadow to find out the exact relationship between our Secretary of State and the Cobra Organization!"
Tang Song raised his wine glass and looked out the car window, "I think our Secretary of State will give me a big surprise!"
About half an hour after Tang Song's RV drove away, four black commercial vehicles and twelve escort vehicles left the Alley, drove along New York Avenue, and headed towards the Outskirts.
"Shit! These escort vehicles must be carrying valuable things, either US dollars or gold!"
On the rooftop of a tall building next to New York Avenue, a large black man with a buzz cut and bare chest held binoculars, staring intently at the moving convoy.
"Sam, are you sure we're not going to rob them? Judging by how flat the tires look, if we just rob one vehicle, it'll be enough for us to live comfortably and lavishly for the rest of our lives!"
"Jim! You just got to New York, you don't understand the situation!"
The white youth named Sam also held binoculars, staring intently at the moving escort vehicles.
"In New York, no one has dared to touch anything belonging to Tang! He's much more overbearing than Kingpin, and even more ruthless!
Don't forget our rule, don't touch the local bosses' things. If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"
Sam put down his binoculars, glared at the large black man, and signaled him not to act rashly.
In fact, the two of them were the Federation's recently notorious duo of thieves.
Their business is very extensive; their main operation is robbing armored cars and vaults from banks. Occasionally, they also sneak into wealthy businessmen's homes to break into safes, and if there are people in the villas, they don't mind moonlighting as robbers! Both of them are Mutants.
The black man Jim's mutant ability is enhanced durability, able to withstand shots from ordinary caliber rifles.
And Sam's ability is lockpicking; his hand can turn into a master key, allowing him to open bank vaults and safes at will.
The security guards and police officers of ordinary escort vehicles are simply no match for the two.
Compared to the black man Jim, the lean and capable Sam is undoubtedly the smart one.
The two of them committed crimes across various areas of New York State, never staying in one place for too long.
