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chapter 0175 part 1
American Comics: Tales of a Cultivator
Chapter 175: Cocktail Party, Bishop
(A little known fact is that Pennsylvania Avenue is also a location for official parades and civilian protests!)
Tang Song drove his sports car along Pennsylvania Avenue towards the White House. At this time, there weren't many people on Pennsylvania Avenue.
It seemed there weren't any significant demonstration marches today. It looked like those environmentalists, animal protectionists, and anti-racism activists weren't making much noise.
Tang Song clicked his tongue, feeling a little regretful.
He had been in this world for over three years, but he hadn't yet seen a demonstration march in the Federation. It should be quite interesting.
However, he could arrange for someone to organize a demonstration march later. The reason? Protecting rare extraterrestrial life forms? Supporting the legalization of same-sex marriage? Tang Song glanced at Rogue beside him, or perhaps, opposing Mutant discrimination? Organizing such a demonstration against Mutant discrimination could be an opportunity to gain some goodwill from Magneto and the Mutants.
As for the Mutant race, apart from a few powerful individuals, Tang Song didn't pay much attention to many of them.
Mutants' abilities originated from the X-Gene within their bodies. In the Marvel World, where black technology was everywhere, cloning and replicating this gene wasn't difficult.
If Tang Song remembered correctly, in the original plot, Colonel Stryker from the Department of Defense had achieved many research results.
Later on, there was even an antidote developed to suppress Mutant abilities, as well as Sentinels.
Compared to the strength displayed by individual Mutants, Sentinels, which combined various Mutant abilities, could even be said to be no less formidable than Tony Stark's Iron Suit / Armor.
Speaking of which, who was the scientist who developed the Sentinels?
Tang Song was very interested in Sentinels, but he thought for a long time and still couldn't remember who the developer of the Sentinels was.
It wasn't that his memory was bad, but rather that when he was on Earth, he hadn't paid attention to this area at all.
He'd have someone look into it later. Tang Song thought as he drove his sports car. The car got closer and closer to the White House.
Along the way, the pedestrians on Pennsylvania Avenue became fewer and fewer, and large numbers of police cars appeared on both sides.
There was a Riot Police Vehicle every ten meters or so, and Federal Police officers with police dogs patrolled back and forth on the avenue. It looked like half the street was under martial law.
When they saw Tang Song's sports car, many patrolling Police Officers cast scrutinizing gazes.
However, a luxury car worth several million was the best pass, and Tang Song directly placed the Invitation in front of the sports car's windshield, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Rogue, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked at the dense rows of Federal Police on both sides, nervously gripping her seatbelt tightly.
She turned her head to look at Tang Song, wanting to ask him where he was going and what kind of cocktail party would have such a large security presence.
As the sports car got closer to the White House, the On-duty Police Officers on the roadside had been replaced by fully armed National Guard.
The Federation's National Guard is actually more accurately described as state militia.
Each state has its own National Guard, which is under the command of the Governor, while the National Guard in Washington can only be mobilized by the President.
Rogue looked at the dozens of tons of active tanks parked on the sides of the road and the fully armed National Guard Soldiers holding assault rifles, and suddenly had an urge to jump out of the car.
She just wanted to come along for a free buffet. Otherwise, could she just not eat this meal?
"The cocktail party you mentioned is here?"
Looking at the White House, which was within reach, Rogue even suspected that Tang Song was going to drive the car into the White House.
Fortunately, Tang Song seemed to consider her nerves, turned the steering wheel, and drove the car towards the Hotel diagonally opposite the White House.
Rogue looked at the solemn Blair House in front of her, then turned her head to look at the White House, which was within reach, diagonally opposite.
Her mouth formed an O shape, and she looked at Tang Song with an expression of disbelief on her face.
"If the location on the Invitation is correct, it should be here!"
Tang Song took out the Invitation he had casually thrown into the storage compartment and checked the address on the Invitation.
"1651-1653 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.! The address is correct! Let's go!"
Tang Song directly parked the sports car at the Entrance of Blair House!
At the Entrance of Blair House, seven or eight Security Personnel wearing black suits and earpieces, looking extremely professional, were checking the Invitations of the Guests attending the cocktail party and conducting a simple routine inspection.
When Tang Song parked the sports car in the parking spot at the State Guest House Entrance, Hawkeye, who was standing at the entrance and directing the security work, noticed Tang Song.
He signaled to several S.H.I.E.L.D. Security Personnel and walked towards Tang Song's sports car himself.
"Are you sure the cocktail party is here? They won't kick us out, will they?" Rogue looked at the Black-clothed Bodyguard walking towards them, nervously gripping Tang Song's arm tightly.
As Hawkeye, dressed in a black suit, wearing an earpiece, and looking like a professional Bodyguard, walked up to the sports car, Rogue's grip on Tang Song's hand tightened even more.
"Mr. Tang, long time no see!"
Hawkeye Barton walked up to the sports car and greeted Tang Song.
He and Tang Song were old acquaintances. Back on the cruise ship, if Boss Tang hadn't mediated, he would have been tied up by Magneto and thrown In the Sea to feed the sharks.
"Agent Barton, is S.H.I.E.L.D. responsible for the security work this time? Isn't this the Secret Service's job?"
Tang Song got out of the sports car, greeted Hawkeye, looked at the Security Personnel at the Entrance, and asked curiously.
"The President is still across the street. We are only responsible for the personal safety of the King of Wakanda!" Hawkeye gestured towards the White House diagonally opposite and explained to Tang Song.
Tang Song walked to the front passenger seat and opened the car door for Rogue. Rogue linked her arm through his and got out of the car.
"Mr. Tang, I'll accompany you inside!"
Hawkeye led the way, taking Tang Song and Rogue towards the Hotel Gate.
At this moment, a stretched Lincoln sedan stopped directly in front of the Hotel.
A graceful and noble Middle-aged Man, clearly in a high position, slowly walked out surrounded by several beauties.
This slightly old-fashioned Lincoln sedan wasn't very expensive, but the identity of the Middle-aged Man before them was someone many people would never be able to curry favor with in their entire lives.
"He is David Rockefeller, the current head of the Rockefeller family..."
Hawkeye introduced the man's identity to Tang Song while vigilantly observing Tang Song's expression and action.
Because of this security work, he had studied the guest list for this cocktail party and circled several unstable factors.
Tang Song, this magnate of the Underworld and the underworld emperor of New York, was naturally at the top of the list.
This was also the reason why Hawkeye had been following Tang Song closely.
If Tang Song made any move that could be detrimental to the Guests, it would be convenient to stop him immediately.
"David Rockefeller? Didn't they say he's over ninety years old? How is he so young?"
Rogue, who had been intimidated by the scene and followed Tang Song timidly and silently, couldn't help but ask in doubt when she heard Hawkeye introduce the Middle-aged Man's identity.
American Comics: Tales of a Cultivator
Chapter 175: Cocktail Party, Bishop
(A little known fact is that Pennsylvania Avenue is also a location for official parades and civilian protests!)
Tang Song drove his sports car along Pennsylvania Avenue towards the White House. At this time, there weren't many people on Pennsylvania Avenue.
It seemed there weren't any significant demonstration marches today. It looked like those environmentalists, animal protectionists, and anti-racism activists weren't making much noise.
Tang Song clicked his tongue, feeling a little regretful.
He had been in this world for over three years, but he hadn't yet seen a demonstration march in the Federation. It should be quite interesting.
However, he could arrange for someone to organize a demonstration march later. The reason? Protecting rare extraterrestrial life forms? Supporting the legalization of same-sex marriage? Tang Song glanced at Rogue beside him, or perhaps, opposing Mutant discrimination? Organizing such a demonstration against Mutant discrimination could be an opportunity to gain some goodwill from Magneto and the Mutants.
As for the Mutant race, apart from a few powerful individuals, Tang Song didn't pay much attention to many of them.
Mutants' abilities originated from the X-Gene within their bodies. In the Marvel World, where black technology was everywhere, cloning and replicating this gene wasn't difficult.
If Tang Song remembered correctly, in the original plot, Colonel Stryker from the Department of Defense had achieved many research results.
Later on, there was even an antidote developed to suppress Mutant abilities, as well as Sentinels.
Compared to the strength displayed by individual Mutants, Sentinels, which combined various Mutant abilities, could even be said to be no less formidable than Tony Stark's Iron Suit / Armor.
Speaking of which, who was the scientist who developed the Sentinels?
Tang Song was very interested in Sentinels, but he thought for a long time and still couldn't remember who the developer of the Sentinels was.
It wasn't that his memory was bad, but rather that when he was on Earth, he hadn't paid attention to this area at all.
He'd have someone look into it later. Tang Song thought as he drove his sports car. The car got closer and closer to the White House.
Along the way, the pedestrians on Pennsylvania Avenue became fewer and fewer, and large numbers of police cars appeared on both sides.
There was a Riot Police Vehicle every ten meters or so, and Federal Police officers with police dogs patrolled back and forth on the avenue. It looked like half the street was under martial law.
When they saw Tang Song's sports car, many patrolling Police Officers cast scrutinizing gazes.
However, a luxury car worth several million was the best pass, and Tang Song directly placed the Invitation in front of the sports car's windshield, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Rogue, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked at the dense rows of Federal Police on both sides, nervously gripping her seatbelt tightly.
She turned her head to look at Tang Song, wanting to ask him where he was going and what kind of cocktail party would have such a large security presence.
As the sports car got closer to the White House, the On-duty Police Officers on the roadside had been replaced by fully armed National Guard.
The Federation's National Guard is actually more accurately described as state militia.
Each state has its own National Guard, which is under the command of the Governor, while the National Guard in Washington can only be mobilized by the President.
Rogue looked at the dozens of tons of active tanks parked on the sides of the road and the fully armed National Guard Soldiers holding assault rifles, and suddenly had an urge to jump out of the car.
She just wanted to come along for a free buffet. Otherwise, could she just not eat this meal?
"The cocktail party you mentioned is here?"
Looking at the White House, which was within reach, Rogue even suspected that Tang Song was going to drive the car into the White House.
Fortunately, Tang Song seemed to consider her nerves, turned the steering wheel, and drove the car towards the Hotel diagonally opposite the White House.
Rogue looked at the solemn Blair House in front of her, then turned her head to look at the White House, which was within reach, diagonally opposite.
Her mouth formed an O shape, and she looked at Tang Song with an expression of disbelief on her face.
"If the location on the Invitation is correct, it should be here!"
Tang Song took out the Invitation he had casually thrown into the storage compartment and checked the address on the Invitation.
"1651-1653 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.! The address is correct! Let's go!"
Tang Song directly parked the sports car at the Entrance of Blair House!
At the Entrance of Blair House, seven or eight Security Personnel wearing black suits and earpieces, looking extremely professional, were checking the Invitations of the Guests attending the cocktail party and conducting a simple routine inspection.
When Tang Song parked the sports car in the parking spot at the State Guest House Entrance, Hawkeye, who was standing at the entrance and directing the security work, noticed Tang Song.
He signaled to several S.H.I.E.L.D. Security Personnel and walked towards Tang Song's sports car himself.
"Are you sure the cocktail party is here? They won't kick us out, will they?" Rogue looked at the Black-clothed Bodyguard walking towards them, nervously gripping Tang Song's arm tightly.
As Hawkeye, dressed in a black suit, wearing an earpiece, and looking like a professional Bodyguard, walked up to the sports car, Rogue's grip on Tang Song's hand tightened even more.
"Mr. Tang, long time no see!"
Hawkeye Barton walked up to the sports car and greeted Tang Song.
He and Tang Song were old acquaintances. Back on the cruise ship, if Boss Tang hadn't mediated, he would have been tied up by Magneto and thrown In the Sea to feed the sharks.
"Agent Barton, is S.H.I.E.L.D. responsible for the security work this time? Isn't this the Secret Service's job?"
Tang Song got out of the sports car, greeted Hawkeye, looked at the Security Personnel at the Entrance, and asked curiously.
"The President is still across the street. We are only responsible for the personal safety of the King of Wakanda!" Hawkeye gestured towards the White House diagonally opposite and explained to Tang Song.
Tang Song walked to the front passenger seat and opened the car door for Rogue. Rogue linked her arm through his and got out of the car.
"Mr. Tang, I'll accompany you inside!"
Hawkeye led the way, taking Tang Song and Rogue towards the Hotel Gate.
At this moment, a stretched Lincoln sedan stopped directly in front of the Hotel.
A graceful and noble Middle-aged Man, clearly in a high position, slowly walked out surrounded by several beauties.
This slightly old-fashioned Lincoln sedan wasn't very expensive, but the identity of the Middle-aged Man before them was someone many people would never be able to curry favor with in their entire lives.
"He is David Rockefeller, the current head of the Rockefeller family..."
Hawkeye introduced the man's identity to Tang Song while vigilantly observing Tang Song's expression and action.
Because of this security work, he had studied the guest list for this cocktail party and circled several unstable factors.
Tang Song, this magnate of the Underworld and the underworld emperor of New York, was naturally at the top of the list.
This was also the reason why Hawkeye had been following Tang Song closely.
If Tang Song made any move that could be detrimental to the Guests, it would be convenient to stop him immediately.
"David Rockefeller? Didn't they say he's over ninety years old? How is he so young?"
Rogue, who had been intimidated by the scene and followed Tang Song timidly and silently, couldn't help but ask in doubt when she heard Hawkeye introduce the Middle-aged Man's identity.
