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Chapter 332
chapter 0177 part 2
The half-human-high metal bomb heavily struck the Entrance of Blair House. But to everyone's surprise, this bomb did not explode.
Upon contact with the ground, it melted like water instead. The silver liquid, like surging mercury, flowed towards the State Guest House, devouring all metal substances along the way. Not far from the State Guest House, Storm Shadow gave the command. Over sixty Ninjas wearing WWII period Hydra uniforms charged into the rain with katanas, rushing towards Blair House.
Kane, wearing a chainsaw killer mask, stood beside Storm Shadow, watching the bomb dropped by the night raven jet. His sharp eyes noticed the silver liquid, and he asked in a deep voice:
"What kind of bomb is this?"
"It's a nanite bomb developed by a Technology Company in Western Europe. Once activated and launched, it can theoretically devour and decompose everything and can self-replicate, continuously spreading outwards!
However, this is just a finished product. Currently, it can only devour metal substances, but that's enough!"
Storm Shadow, in a WWII period Hydra military uniform, held a katana. Looking at the ninja soldiers charging into the rain, he drew his katana, which was also made of nanomaterial, and was about to rush into the rain.
Lane grabbed him and threw a Freddy Krueger mask into his arms. "Put this on. Don't leave any traces. We still have matters to attend to later. Don't cause trouble for the Boss!"
Inside Blair House
"A small accident, don't worry, King T'Chaka, our Federation has the ability to solve this small trouble! Our National Guard soldiers are all well-trained warriors."
The gunfire from outside continued. The Federal President's face showed no fear. He chatted casually with T'Chaka.
However, the Bodyguards beside him had all drawn their guns by now.
The King's Female Guards beside T'Chaka were also holding their vibranium spears, watching everyone present with wary eyes.
The Federal President was boasting about the Federation's strength to T'Chaka, telling him to rest assured.
Natasha Romanoff, in a red dress, held a black Glock handgun and rushed to him with two S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
"Mr. President, we probably need to take you to the Safe House!"
The Federal President glanced at Natasha Romanoff, somewhat angry at her undermining him. He said in a very unfriendly tone, "Agent, I believe our people can deal with those Bandits!"
Natasha Romanoff looked at him with a serious complexion and said, "Mr. President, we just received information from outside. These Bandits have a fighter jet.
It will take some time for our Air Force to arrive. If they are carrying missiles or aerial bombs, the entire Hotel will be leveled! We cannot risk your life!"
Listening to Natasha Romanoff's words, the President's expression was truly spectacular. His complexion changed multiple times. He opened his mouth, wanting to quickly go to the underground Safe House.
But facing the bold words he had just spoken, he couldn't find a way to back down for a moment.
At this moment, Secretary of State Francis, who had been observing the situation from not far away, walked over. After clarifying the situation, he leaned in beside the President and suggested in a low voice, "President, I've learned about the State Guest House's Safe House before. The space there is large enough to accommodate everyone in the State Guest House. The people attending the cocktail party are all leaders in various industries of the Federation; nothing can happen to them! For the stability of the Federation, please make a small sacrifice!"
"Okay!" The President glanced at Francis, agreeing without hesitation, taking the step Francis had provided!
"King T'Chaka, there's a small accident outside now. You come with me to the Safe House. We still need to discuss some cooperation matters in detail!" The Federal President extended an invitation to T'Chaka.
T'Chaka nodded, glancing at the box held by his guard captain. His Black Panther suit was inside.
T'Chaka had learned about the information regarding someone in the Underworld paying for his Assassination through Wakanda's Intelligence Agency immediately. However, the vibranium Black Panther suit gave him ample confidence.
He didn't believe anyone could assassinate him after he put on the Black Panther suit.
A group of Bodyguards surrounded the President and the King of Wakanda and walked towards a Passage inside the State Guest House. The Consortium Tycoons at the cocktail party were all shrewd individuals and followed behind.
Tang Song pulled Rogue and Bishop Hyde, mingling in the crowd. He had been watching Francis's movements.
Interestingly, this Federal Secretary of State seemed to have difficulty with his legs and was unknowingly squeezed out of the first group, falling into the middle of the crowd.
Tang Song thought for a moment and also slowed his pace.
"Ouch!"
As he stopped, a woman behind him directly bumped into him.
Tang Song turned around. An old acquaintance was holding high heels in one hand, constantly rubbing her forehead.
"Miss Potts, oh, no, President Potts, what a coincidence!"
"Tang!" Pepper Potts rubbed her aching head, looking at Tang Song in front of her with some surprise.
"Why are you here?"
Since arriving at the cocktail party, Pepper Potts had been surrounding T'Chaka, wanting to see if there were any energy source aspects in the vibranium technology released by Wakanda and if it would endanger Stark Industries.
She hadn't noticed that Tang Song was actually at this cocktail party.
"Tang, hurry up and go! The terrorists outside are probably about to attack the Hotel! I notified Tony, but it will take him at least twenty minutes to get here! We need to get to the Safe House quickly now!"
Pepper Potts didn't have time to be curious about Tang Song's reason. She hurriedly finished speaking to Tang Song and followed the crowded people, heading to the underground Safe House for refuge.
Tang Song watched Pepper Potts desperately pushing forward, then looked at Francis, who was falling further and further behind.
He pulled Rogue, walking unhurriedly in the middle.
When Francis retreated to his side, Tang Song reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
"Mr. Secretary of State, are you alright? Come, let me help you!"
Francis turned his head, looking at Tang Song with a stunned expression.
"Mr. Secretary of State, it's very dangerous outside. I'll protect you!"
Tang Song's hand rested on Francis's shoulder. Francis felt a great strength pushing him forward involuntarily.
The crowded people on both sides surged away like a tide.
No, I can't go to the front...
Francis shivered, thinking of his plan. He twisted his body hard, trying to break free from Tang Song's hand.
But Tang Song's hand seemed to have grown onto him; he couldn't break free no matter what.
"I see Mr. Secretary of State is very reluctant to go to the underground Safe House. Could it be that there's something in the Safe House that scares you? You didn't put a bomb in there, did you!"
As if someone was whispering in his ear, Francis stiffened as he listened to Tang Song's words. He turned his head back in disbelief, looking at Tang Song.
Tang Song smiled at him and patted the Secretary of State's shoulder.
The half-human-high metal bomb heavily struck the Entrance of Blair House. But to everyone's surprise, this bomb did not explode.
Upon contact with the ground, it melted like water instead. The silver liquid, like surging mercury, flowed towards the State Guest House, devouring all metal substances along the way. Not far from the State Guest House, Storm Shadow gave the command. Over sixty Ninjas wearing WWII period Hydra uniforms charged into the rain with katanas, rushing towards Blair House.
Kane, wearing a chainsaw killer mask, stood beside Storm Shadow, watching the bomb dropped by the night raven jet. His sharp eyes noticed the silver liquid, and he asked in a deep voice:
"What kind of bomb is this?"
"It's a nanite bomb developed by a Technology Company in Western Europe. Once activated and launched, it can theoretically devour and decompose everything and can self-replicate, continuously spreading outwards!
However, this is just a finished product. Currently, it can only devour metal substances, but that's enough!"
Storm Shadow, in a WWII period Hydra military uniform, held a katana. Looking at the ninja soldiers charging into the rain, he drew his katana, which was also made of nanomaterial, and was about to rush into the rain.
Lane grabbed him and threw a Freddy Krueger mask into his arms. "Put this on. Don't leave any traces. We still have matters to attend to later. Don't cause trouble for the Boss!"
Inside Blair House
"A small accident, don't worry, King T'Chaka, our Federation has the ability to solve this small trouble! Our National Guard soldiers are all well-trained warriors."
The gunfire from outside continued. The Federal President's face showed no fear. He chatted casually with T'Chaka.
However, the Bodyguards beside him had all drawn their guns by now.
The King's Female Guards beside T'Chaka were also holding their vibranium spears, watching everyone present with wary eyes.
The Federal President was boasting about the Federation's strength to T'Chaka, telling him to rest assured.
Natasha Romanoff, in a red dress, held a black Glock handgun and rushed to him with two S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.
"Mr. President, we probably need to take you to the Safe House!"
The Federal President glanced at Natasha Romanoff, somewhat angry at her undermining him. He said in a very unfriendly tone, "Agent, I believe our people can deal with those Bandits!"
Natasha Romanoff looked at him with a serious complexion and said, "Mr. President, we just received information from outside. These Bandits have a fighter jet.
It will take some time for our Air Force to arrive. If they are carrying missiles or aerial bombs, the entire Hotel will be leveled! We cannot risk your life!"
Listening to Natasha Romanoff's words, the President's expression was truly spectacular. His complexion changed multiple times. He opened his mouth, wanting to quickly go to the underground Safe House.
But facing the bold words he had just spoken, he couldn't find a way to back down for a moment.
At this moment, Secretary of State Francis, who had been observing the situation from not far away, walked over. After clarifying the situation, he leaned in beside the President and suggested in a low voice, "President, I've learned about the State Guest House's Safe House before. The space there is large enough to accommodate everyone in the State Guest House. The people attending the cocktail party are all leaders in various industries of the Federation; nothing can happen to them! For the stability of the Federation, please make a small sacrifice!"
"Okay!" The President glanced at Francis, agreeing without hesitation, taking the step Francis had provided!
"King T'Chaka, there's a small accident outside now. You come with me to the Safe House. We still need to discuss some cooperation matters in detail!" The Federal President extended an invitation to T'Chaka.
T'Chaka nodded, glancing at the box held by his guard captain. His Black Panther suit was inside.
T'Chaka had learned about the information regarding someone in the Underworld paying for his Assassination through Wakanda's Intelligence Agency immediately. However, the vibranium Black Panther suit gave him ample confidence.
He didn't believe anyone could assassinate him after he put on the Black Panther suit.
A group of Bodyguards surrounded the President and the King of Wakanda and walked towards a Passage inside the State Guest House. The Consortium Tycoons at the cocktail party were all shrewd individuals and followed behind.
Tang Song pulled Rogue and Bishop Hyde, mingling in the crowd. He had been watching Francis's movements.
Interestingly, this Federal Secretary of State seemed to have difficulty with his legs and was unknowingly squeezed out of the first group, falling into the middle of the crowd.
Tang Song thought for a moment and also slowed his pace.
"Ouch!"
As he stopped, a woman behind him directly bumped into him.
Tang Song turned around. An old acquaintance was holding high heels in one hand, constantly rubbing her forehead.
"Miss Potts, oh, no, President Potts, what a coincidence!"
"Tang!" Pepper Potts rubbed her aching head, looking at Tang Song in front of her with some surprise.
"Why are you here?"
Since arriving at the cocktail party, Pepper Potts had been surrounding T'Chaka, wanting to see if there were any energy source aspects in the vibranium technology released by Wakanda and if it would endanger Stark Industries.
She hadn't noticed that Tang Song was actually at this cocktail party.
"Tang, hurry up and go! The terrorists outside are probably about to attack the Hotel! I notified Tony, but it will take him at least twenty minutes to get here! We need to get to the Safe House quickly now!"
Pepper Potts didn't have time to be curious about Tang Song's reason. She hurriedly finished speaking to Tang Song and followed the crowded people, heading to the underground Safe House for refuge.
Tang Song watched Pepper Potts desperately pushing forward, then looked at Francis, who was falling further and further behind.
He pulled Rogue, walking unhurriedly in the middle.
When Francis retreated to his side, Tang Song reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
"Mr. Secretary of State, are you alright? Come, let me help you!"
Francis turned his head, looking at Tang Song with a stunned expression.
"Mr. Secretary of State, it's very dangerous outside. I'll protect you!"
Tang Song's hand rested on Francis's shoulder. Francis felt a great strength pushing him forward involuntarily.
The crowded people on both sides surged away like a tide.
No, I can't go to the front...
Francis shivered, thinking of his plan. He twisted his body hard, trying to break free from Tang Song's hand.
But Tang Song's hand seemed to have grown onto him; he couldn't break free no matter what.
"I see Mr. Secretary of State is very reluctant to go to the underground Safe House. Could it be that there's something in the Safe House that scares you? You didn't put a bomb in there, did you!"
As if someone was whispering in his ear, Francis stiffened as he listened to Tang Song's words. He turned his head back in disbelief, looking at Tang Song.
Tang Song smiled at him and patted the Secretary of State's shoulder.
