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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0173_part_03
Chapter 323
chapter 0173 part 3
"Boss, it's been confirmed. This cocktail party is very high-level,"
It took less than ten minutes for Lane to return to the Lake Heart Pavilion and report the information he found to Tang Song.
"The people attending the cocktail party are all Important Figures in the upper echelons of the Federation, all heads of consortiums. The Federal President, Vice President, and some high-ranking officials will also attend this cocktail party...
Stark Industries received an invitation, and the invited person is Stark Industries President Pepper Potts!
Oscorp did not receive an invitation."
"Surprisingly, the one invited wasn't that arrogant fellow, Tony Stark."
Tang Song smiled, picked up the cigar box from the fishing box beside him, took one out, and threw a box to Lane.
"New stock from Cuba, have a taste!"
Lane took the cigar box and looked it over. The box was inlaid with tiny sea-blue gemstones.
These diamond-like gemstones had pure color. More than ten of them were inlaid on this cigar box. This cigar box alone could sell for six figures in US dollars on the market.
"A tobacco company from Cuba wants half of the tobacco quota here in New York! Find someone to go and negotiate!"
Boss Tang smoked a cigar, intently watching the motionless float on the lake surface, and casually decided the tobacco supplier for a metropolis with a population of tens of millions.
Lane picked up the cigar cutter, trimmed a cigar, and sat on the stone steps next to Tang Song, accompanying Boss Tang in smoking.
"Boss, Washington hasn't been peaceful lately! Someone offered a large sum to buy the life of the King of Wakanda. I think it's better if you don't attend this cocktail party!"
"Kane sent back a message saying that a grand play of assassinating the king is about to be staged in Washington. I happen to be going to watch the play. If things really succeed for that Secretary of State, that would be too interesting!"
Tang Song said, lazily stretching.
The Secretary of State hiring an assassin organization to assassinate the Federal President, such a good grand play, he certainly cannot miss it.
New York Manhattan World Security Council Headquarters. Alexander Pierce, as the Secretary-General of the Security Council, also received the invitation for this cocktail party.
"Have our people arrived?"
Alexander Pierce held the invitation in his hand and looked at a high-level agent behind him who was wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. badge on his chest! "Four Winter Soldiers and the hitmen we found have all arrived in Washington and have been properly arranged! Mr. Whitehall has arrived in Washington, he said he wants to personally command this operation!"
"Whitehall!?" Alexander Pierce looked suspicious: "He's okay at doing experiments, but commanding this assassination?
What about Strucker, is he still on the East African Battlefield?"
Compared to Daniel Whitehall, who was obsessed with immortality, Alexander Pierce trusted Strucker, who had a military background, more in terms of command ability.
"The Baron said he is temporarily unable to leave East Africa!"
"Then tell Whitehall that things have changed, tell him not to act for now. I have a plan!"
Alexander Pierce said thoughtfully, looking at the invitation in his hand.
Francis, representing the White House, and Wakanda's secret negotiations were deadlocked for another day before the two sides barely reached an agreement. The Wakandan side opened up a portion of Vibranium technology to the Federal Government and also gave the Federal Government a portion of the Vibranium quota.
As for the Federal Government side, they agreed to cast a crucial vote in the World Security Council.
This negotiation continued until 7 PM before it finally had a result.
After the matters concluded, Francis took the signed agreement back to the White House.
On the other side, in the Cobra Base, a group of people were making the final preparations for tomorrow's cocktail party.
Boxes of firearms were distributed. Kane took out a handgun from a firearms box. As soon as he picked it up, he felt the weight was wrong.
Click-click, he disassembled the handgun completely in a few moves, checking each part of the firearm.
He found that this gun was surprisingly made of plastic! "These firearms are manufactured using the latest 3D printing technology. Even the bullets didn't use metal, they used special material!"
The Cobra Commander, wearing a silver-white face mask, stood on a high platform. He saw Kane checking the firearm and walked over to him, saying with a voice full of pride.
Kane frowned: "This kind of firearm is not durable. Compared to firearms made of metal, its durability is too poor!"
Kane reassembled the handgun: "The lifespan of an ordinary handgun is 3000 rounds of bullets. This gun can fire at most 1000 rounds!"
The Cobra Commander waved his hand, and a buzzing laugh came from under the silver face mask: "Hahaha, we don't need it to be very durable, as long as it can last until tomorrow afternoon!"
At this moment, Storm Shadow led a group of Cobra Soldiers wearing black suits and walked in carrying a batch of boxes.
"Everyone, change into your new uniforms!"
A Cobra Soldier opened a box. The Cobra Commander took out a black combat uniform from the box and pointed at the Octopus Snake-Head Emblem on the combat uniform, saying to everyone:
"From now on, we are not Cobra, we are Hydra. Remember that, everyone, remember our slogan!
hail hydra!"
"hail hydra!
hail hydra!"
Kane looked at the familiar badge on the combat uniform in the Cobra Commander's hand, blinked, and listened to the group of Cobra Soldiers shouting a somewhat familiar slogan.
"You... we are Hydra!" he asked Storm Shadow, who was holding a katana beside him!
Storm Shadow shook his head: "It's just finding a scapegoat!"
Kane looked at the Cobra Commander and suddenly felt that he and the Boss could definitely get along well.
.........
Night fell. Inside the State Guest House, T'Chaka felt a heavy weight on his heart. His mind was constantly filled with signs of danger.
But what exactly it was, he couldn't say clearly, like a patch of darkness covering his heart, unable to reach out and touch anything discernible.
He was deeply worried; even the black beauty beside him was no longer appealing! The reason T'Chaka violated ancestral teachings and stirred up trouble in the world was that he saw clearly that Wakanda could maintain a high degree of independence and self-imposed isolation because of the convenience brought by Vibranium.
Vibranium resources are limited after all. Wakanda must find a way out for itself, which is also the reason why he developed intelligence agencies spread throughout the world.
Although he successfully led Wakanda to join the World Security Council this time, he himself couldn't say clearly whether everything he had done was good or bad for Wakanda.
(end of chapter)
"Boss, it's been confirmed. This cocktail party is very high-level,"
It took less than ten minutes for Lane to return to the Lake Heart Pavilion and report the information he found to Tang Song.
"The people attending the cocktail party are all Important Figures in the upper echelons of the Federation, all heads of consortiums. The Federal President, Vice President, and some high-ranking officials will also attend this cocktail party...
Stark Industries received an invitation, and the invited person is Stark Industries President Pepper Potts!
Oscorp did not receive an invitation."
"Surprisingly, the one invited wasn't that arrogant fellow, Tony Stark."
Tang Song smiled, picked up the cigar box from the fishing box beside him, took one out, and threw a box to Lane.
"New stock from Cuba, have a taste!"
Lane took the cigar box and looked it over. The box was inlaid with tiny sea-blue gemstones.
These diamond-like gemstones had pure color. More than ten of them were inlaid on this cigar box. This cigar box alone could sell for six figures in US dollars on the market.
"A tobacco company from Cuba wants half of the tobacco quota here in New York! Find someone to go and negotiate!"
Boss Tang smoked a cigar, intently watching the motionless float on the lake surface, and casually decided the tobacco supplier for a metropolis with a population of tens of millions.
Lane picked up the cigar cutter, trimmed a cigar, and sat on the stone steps next to Tang Song, accompanying Boss Tang in smoking.
"Boss, Washington hasn't been peaceful lately! Someone offered a large sum to buy the life of the King of Wakanda. I think it's better if you don't attend this cocktail party!"
"Kane sent back a message saying that a grand play of assassinating the king is about to be staged in Washington. I happen to be going to watch the play. If things really succeed for that Secretary of State, that would be too interesting!"
Tang Song said, lazily stretching.
The Secretary of State hiring an assassin organization to assassinate the Federal President, such a good grand play, he certainly cannot miss it.
New York Manhattan World Security Council Headquarters. Alexander Pierce, as the Secretary-General of the Security Council, also received the invitation for this cocktail party.
"Have our people arrived?"
Alexander Pierce held the invitation in his hand and looked at a high-level agent behind him who was wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. badge on his chest! "Four Winter Soldiers and the hitmen we found have all arrived in Washington and have been properly arranged! Mr. Whitehall has arrived in Washington, he said he wants to personally command this operation!"
"Whitehall!?" Alexander Pierce looked suspicious: "He's okay at doing experiments, but commanding this assassination?
What about Strucker, is he still on the East African Battlefield?"
Compared to Daniel Whitehall, who was obsessed with immortality, Alexander Pierce trusted Strucker, who had a military background, more in terms of command ability.
"The Baron said he is temporarily unable to leave East Africa!"
"Then tell Whitehall that things have changed, tell him not to act for now. I have a plan!"
Alexander Pierce said thoughtfully, looking at the invitation in his hand.
Francis, representing the White House, and Wakanda's secret negotiations were deadlocked for another day before the two sides barely reached an agreement. The Wakandan side opened up a portion of Vibranium technology to the Federal Government and also gave the Federal Government a portion of the Vibranium quota.
As for the Federal Government side, they agreed to cast a crucial vote in the World Security Council.
This negotiation continued until 7 PM before it finally had a result.
After the matters concluded, Francis took the signed agreement back to the White House.
On the other side, in the Cobra Base, a group of people were making the final preparations for tomorrow's cocktail party.
Boxes of firearms were distributed. Kane took out a handgun from a firearms box. As soon as he picked it up, he felt the weight was wrong.
Click-click, he disassembled the handgun completely in a few moves, checking each part of the firearm.
He found that this gun was surprisingly made of plastic! "These firearms are manufactured using the latest 3D printing technology. Even the bullets didn't use metal, they used special material!"
The Cobra Commander, wearing a silver-white face mask, stood on a high platform. He saw Kane checking the firearm and walked over to him, saying with a voice full of pride.
Kane frowned: "This kind of firearm is not durable. Compared to firearms made of metal, its durability is too poor!"
Kane reassembled the handgun: "The lifespan of an ordinary handgun is 3000 rounds of bullets. This gun can fire at most 1000 rounds!"
The Cobra Commander waved his hand, and a buzzing laugh came from under the silver face mask: "Hahaha, we don't need it to be very durable, as long as it can last until tomorrow afternoon!"
At this moment, Storm Shadow led a group of Cobra Soldiers wearing black suits and walked in carrying a batch of boxes.
"Everyone, change into your new uniforms!"
A Cobra Soldier opened a box. The Cobra Commander took out a black combat uniform from the box and pointed at the Octopus Snake-Head Emblem on the combat uniform, saying to everyone:
"From now on, we are not Cobra, we are Hydra. Remember that, everyone, remember our slogan!
hail hydra!"
"hail hydra!
hail hydra!"
Kane looked at the familiar badge on the combat uniform in the Cobra Commander's hand, blinked, and listened to the group of Cobra Soldiers shouting a somewhat familiar slogan.
"You... we are Hydra!" he asked Storm Shadow, who was holding a katana beside him!
Storm Shadow shook his head: "It's just finding a scapegoat!"
Kane looked at the Cobra Commander and suddenly felt that he and the Boss could definitely get along well.
.........
Night fell. Inside the State Guest House, T'Chaka felt a heavy weight on his heart. His mind was constantly filled with signs of danger.
But what exactly it was, he couldn't say clearly, like a patch of darkness covering his heart, unable to reach out and touch anything discernible.
He was deeply worried; even the black beauty beside him was no longer appealing! The reason T'Chaka violated ancestral teachings and stirred up trouble in the world was that he saw clearly that Wakanda could maintain a high degree of independence and self-imposed isolation because of the convenience brought by Vibranium.
Vibranium resources are limited after all. Wakanda must find a way out for itself, which is also the reason why he developed intelligence agencies spread throughout the world.
Although he successfully led Wakanda to join the World Security Council this time, he himself couldn't say clearly whether everything he had done was good or bad for Wakanda.
(end of chapter)
