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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0177_part_03
Chapter 333
chapter 0177 part 3
With every pat, the Secretary of State's body trembled.
"Oh, right, those people outside seem to be a terrorist organization called Cobra. If I'm not mistaken, they're your people! Assassinating the king and seizing the throne, you're truly making a grand move!"
Listening to the voice in his ear, Francis looked around in panic.
"Don't worry, I used a little technique. They can't hear us talking!"
Francis felt the force on his shoulder getting smaller and smaller. He slowly slowed his pace, lowered his head, and said in a low voice.
"Tang, what exactly do you want?"
"Me! I want to help you. Everyone says you're my backer. Having a Federal President as a backer is much more comfortable and reliable than having a Secretary of State, don't you think?"
Francis listened to Tang Song's words, his mind racing, analyzing Tang Song's true purpose.
"You want to threaten me?"
"Threaten? How can you say that? I just want to help you. You might not know that in The East, there was a great businessman who was good at investment. His most successful investment was investing in a person who became a king!
I'm also a businessman. You are like that king. If I help you, you will naturally take better care of my business in the future!"
Listening to Francis's low murmur, a smile flashed across Tang Song's face.
"Beep beep beep..."
At a Passage in the State Guest House, the Hotel manager opened a hidden wall. Inside was an elevator leading to the Lower Level Space.
The manager entered the password on the elevator, scanned his fingerprint and iris. The elevator to the Safe House slowly opened.
A group of Secret Service Bodyguards escorted the President into the elevator.
The elevator, which could carry twenty people, had four or five Bodyguards plus the President himself, as well as the King of Wakanda and his several Guards. There was still room for about seven or eight people.
Hearing the gunfire getting closer and closer outside, the Consortium Tycoons also lost their demeanor as upper-class figures of the Federation and crowded towards the elevator.
Tang Song looked at the Important Figures desperately pushing their way in, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. At the same time, he was a little curious: "Did you tamper with the elevator?"
Francis didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the President of the Senate who didn't make it into the elevator, looking somewhat disappointed.
"It seems you are very disappointed. Well, if I remember correctly, according to the Federation Constitution, even if the President is gone, you are only ranked fourth in line! Do you want me to help you?" Tang Song's divine sense keenly detected the change in Francis's look.
"How can you help?" Francis asked in a low voice! Tang Song didn't speak. He slightly lifted the hand resting on Francis's shoulder, and a stream of true essence shot out silently, like an invisible rope, circling the ankle of the President of the Senate and pulling him back.
The elderly and frail President of the Senate lost his footing and collapsed directly to the ground.
At this moment, a group of Important Figures swarming towards the elevator couldn't possibly notice the person at their feet. They directly trampled over his body and head, squeezing into the elevator.
Tsk! Tang Song and Francis watched as a beautifully and seductively dressed woman stepped her sharp high heel into the eye socket of the President of the Senate.
"Tsk tsk! How tragic!" Tang Song had an expression of not being able to bear to look. "See, I helped you clear the obstacle and showed my sincerity. Now, Mr. Secretary of State, can you tell me what you did so I can help you check for omissions?"
"There are nanoworms in the elevator. These nanoworms can devour all metal substances. It's nearly a hundred meters from here to the underground Safe House! The nanoworms have been activated!" Francis said in a low voice after confirming that the people around could indeed not hear their conversation.
"Nanoworms, what a clever means! A hundred meters high, our former President won't be able to fly. He'll be smashed into meat paste!" Tang Song felt an urge to applaud the Secretary of State.
"Right, how do you plan to handle the investigation after the President's assassination?" Tang Song asked.
Francis turned his head and gave Tang Song a strange look.
Damn it! Tang Song cursed inwardly, looking at Francis's gaze. No wonder he received an invitation; it turned out he was the big scapegoat being prepared.
"It seems the person to take the blame, Mr. Secretary of State, needs to be changed. This pot is too big; my small frame can't carry it!" Tang Song's eyes were cold, but he said with a smile.
"How did you know my plan?" Francis asked, puzzled.
Tang Song put his arm around Rogue, who had fainted at some point, and said solemnly in Francis's ear, "Secret!"
Francis's face immediately turned ashen.
Tang Song looked at the Secretary of State—no, the President—in front of him with mockery. I plan to keep this secret for a lifetime!
While the two were talking, the first elevator was full and was about to close!
In the elevator, the Presidential Bodyguards were squeezed out. Those who entered the elevator were truly Important Figures. The only exception was probably the State Guest House manager.
Because he held the password to the Safe House below and needed his fingerprint and iris to open the Safe House.
At the Entrance of the State Guest House, Hawkeye, with a dozen remaining Bodyguards, fought against the Bandits outside using the Hotel walls as cover.
Although he didn't know why that bomb hadn't been detonated, for him, it was a stroke of luck.
It wasn't until the firearms in his hand and the metal belt buckle on his waist turned into a ball of silver liquid, then flowed down his body towards the ground, that he only then realized the seriousness of the situation.
Crash! The rebar inside the Hotel walls and the metal frames on the doors were completely devoured by the nanoworms. Then, a group of Cobra Soldiers holding 3D printed plastic firearms rushed in. These people wore black hoods on their heads, and their optical camouflage suits were adorned with the bright Hydra logo.
The plastic material weapons in their hands all used a three-round burst firing mode.
These Cobra Soldiers covering each other, advancing in a cross pattern, well-trained, acting like soldiers. Facing a group of unarmed S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, it was simply a massacre.
"Hail Hydra!"
One by one, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were swept by a barrage of gunfire, screaming and falling to the ground, their eyes fixed tightly on this group of Hydra, spitting blood foam from their mouths.
They died without understanding why it was different from what the snake head had told them. Clearly they were their own people! The Cobra Soldiers held firearms, aimed at this group of unarmed Agents, and fired mercilessly.
One by one, Agents and Special Agents, without firearms in their hands, wanted to escape to the corners around them, and then were shot down like targets on a target range...
Hawkeye scrambled on the ground, rolling away. After rolling several times on the ground, he shrank behind a sofa, fumbling with his pants.
After finally managing to take off his troublesome pants, Hawkeye curled up behind the sofa, watching an armed enemy walk past.
His right hand suddenly extended, grabbed the Cobra soldier's ankle, and threw him to the ground.
Dragging him under the sofa cover, Hawkeye grabbed a champagne glass with his right hand and fiercely stabbed it into his neck.
(end of chapter)
With every pat, the Secretary of State's body trembled.
"Oh, right, those people outside seem to be a terrorist organization called Cobra. If I'm not mistaken, they're your people! Assassinating the king and seizing the throne, you're truly making a grand move!"
Listening to the voice in his ear, Francis looked around in panic.
"Don't worry, I used a little technique. They can't hear us talking!"
Francis felt the force on his shoulder getting smaller and smaller. He slowly slowed his pace, lowered his head, and said in a low voice.
"Tang, what exactly do you want?"
"Me! I want to help you. Everyone says you're my backer. Having a Federal President as a backer is much more comfortable and reliable than having a Secretary of State, don't you think?"
Francis listened to Tang Song's words, his mind racing, analyzing Tang Song's true purpose.
"You want to threaten me?"
"Threaten? How can you say that? I just want to help you. You might not know that in The East, there was a great businessman who was good at investment. His most successful investment was investing in a person who became a king!
I'm also a businessman. You are like that king. If I help you, you will naturally take better care of my business in the future!"
Listening to Francis's low murmur, a smile flashed across Tang Song's face.
"Beep beep beep..."
At a Passage in the State Guest House, the Hotel manager opened a hidden wall. Inside was an elevator leading to the Lower Level Space.
The manager entered the password on the elevator, scanned his fingerprint and iris. The elevator to the Safe House slowly opened.
A group of Secret Service Bodyguards escorted the President into the elevator.
The elevator, which could carry twenty people, had four or five Bodyguards plus the President himself, as well as the King of Wakanda and his several Guards. There was still room for about seven or eight people.
Hearing the gunfire getting closer and closer outside, the Consortium Tycoons also lost their demeanor as upper-class figures of the Federation and crowded towards the elevator.
Tang Song looked at the Important Figures desperately pushing their way in, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. At the same time, he was a little curious: "Did you tamper with the elevator?"
Francis didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the President of the Senate who didn't make it into the elevator, looking somewhat disappointed.
"It seems you are very disappointed. Well, if I remember correctly, according to the Federation Constitution, even if the President is gone, you are only ranked fourth in line! Do you want me to help you?" Tang Song's divine sense keenly detected the change in Francis's look.
"How can you help?" Francis asked in a low voice! Tang Song didn't speak. He slightly lifted the hand resting on Francis's shoulder, and a stream of true essence shot out silently, like an invisible rope, circling the ankle of the President of the Senate and pulling him back.
The elderly and frail President of the Senate lost his footing and collapsed directly to the ground.
At this moment, a group of Important Figures swarming towards the elevator couldn't possibly notice the person at their feet. They directly trampled over his body and head, squeezing into the elevator.
Tsk! Tang Song and Francis watched as a beautifully and seductively dressed woman stepped her sharp high heel into the eye socket of the President of the Senate.
"Tsk tsk! How tragic!" Tang Song had an expression of not being able to bear to look. "See, I helped you clear the obstacle and showed my sincerity. Now, Mr. Secretary of State, can you tell me what you did so I can help you check for omissions?"
"There are nanoworms in the elevator. These nanoworms can devour all metal substances. It's nearly a hundred meters from here to the underground Safe House! The nanoworms have been activated!" Francis said in a low voice after confirming that the people around could indeed not hear their conversation.
"Nanoworms, what a clever means! A hundred meters high, our former President won't be able to fly. He'll be smashed into meat paste!" Tang Song felt an urge to applaud the Secretary of State.
"Right, how do you plan to handle the investigation after the President's assassination?" Tang Song asked.
Francis turned his head and gave Tang Song a strange look.
Damn it! Tang Song cursed inwardly, looking at Francis's gaze. No wonder he received an invitation; it turned out he was the big scapegoat being prepared.
"It seems the person to take the blame, Mr. Secretary of State, needs to be changed. This pot is too big; my small frame can't carry it!" Tang Song's eyes were cold, but he said with a smile.
"How did you know my plan?" Francis asked, puzzled.
Tang Song put his arm around Rogue, who had fainted at some point, and said solemnly in Francis's ear, "Secret!"
Francis's face immediately turned ashen.
Tang Song looked at the Secretary of State—no, the President—in front of him with mockery. I plan to keep this secret for a lifetime!
While the two were talking, the first elevator was full and was about to close!
In the elevator, the Presidential Bodyguards were squeezed out. Those who entered the elevator were truly Important Figures. The only exception was probably the State Guest House manager.
Because he held the password to the Safe House below and needed his fingerprint and iris to open the Safe House.
At the Entrance of the State Guest House, Hawkeye, with a dozen remaining Bodyguards, fought against the Bandits outside using the Hotel walls as cover.
Although he didn't know why that bomb hadn't been detonated, for him, it was a stroke of luck.
It wasn't until the firearms in his hand and the metal belt buckle on his waist turned into a ball of silver liquid, then flowed down his body towards the ground, that he only then realized the seriousness of the situation.
Crash! The rebar inside the Hotel walls and the metal frames on the doors were completely devoured by the nanoworms. Then, a group of Cobra Soldiers holding 3D printed plastic firearms rushed in. These people wore black hoods on their heads, and their optical camouflage suits were adorned with the bright Hydra logo.
The plastic material weapons in their hands all used a three-round burst firing mode.
These Cobra Soldiers covering each other, advancing in a cross pattern, well-trained, acting like soldiers. Facing a group of unarmed S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, it was simply a massacre.
"Hail Hydra!"
One by one, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were swept by a barrage of gunfire, screaming and falling to the ground, their eyes fixed tightly on this group of Hydra, spitting blood foam from their mouths.
They died without understanding why it was different from what the snake head had told them. Clearly they were their own people! The Cobra Soldiers held firearms, aimed at this group of unarmed Agents, and fired mercilessly.
One by one, Agents and Special Agents, without firearms in their hands, wanted to escape to the corners around them, and then were shot down like targets on a target range...
Hawkeye scrambled on the ground, rolling away. After rolling several times on the ground, he shrank behind a sofa, fumbling with his pants.
After finally managing to take off his troublesome pants, Hawkeye curled up behind the sofa, watching an armed enemy walk past.
His right hand suddenly extended, grabbed the Cobra soldier's ankle, and threw him to the ground.
Dragging him under the sofa cover, Hawkeye grabbed a champagne glass with his right hand and fiercely stabbed it into his neck.
(end of chapter)
