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Chapter 335
chapter 0178 part 2
The Bodyguards were startled by these five sudden claws. They all retreated warily, drew their handguns, and aimed at the elevator car door.
"Don't act rashly, put down the guns in your hands!" At this moment, in the crowd, four Dora Milaje from Wakanda squeezed out from the crowd, pointing the blue glowing spears in their hands at these Bodyguards.
"Guard Captain, what is the meaning of this? I need an explanation!"
Natasha Romanoff raised the gun in her hand and aimed it at the head of one of the Dora Milaje.
The Dora Milaje glanced disdainfully at the gun in her hand: "Don't be nervous, this is our His Majesty the King! Although your guns cannot harm the great Black Panther at all, you have aimed your muzzles at our King. This is blasphemy, Natasha Romanoff, tell your people to put down their guns!"
For the past few days, Natasha Romanoff and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents she led had been guarding T'Chaka's safety, so the Dora Milaje knew her name.
King?
Upon hearing this, Natasha Romanoff looked at the black claws tearing at the elevator car. The metal elevator door, which could defend against bullets, seemed like window paper under these claws, easily pierced and quickly torn into a large hole.
A figure completely shrouded in pitch black battlegear crawled out of the elevator, with a person tucked under their armpit.
"Mr. President!"
T'Chaka placed the Federal President on the ground, opened his Black Panther Suit, revealing his face.
"Someone tampered with the elevator. Besides His Excellency the President and myself, everyone else perished!" T'Chaka said to the surrounding crowd with a heavy tone.
Countless discussions filled with lingering fear erupted in the crowd for a moment. Some voices even carried a hint of desperate sobbing.
The Federal President's complexion was completely pale at this moment. If a Bodyguard hadn't quickly helped him, our Mr. President would probably have collapsed onto the ground right now.
Falling from a height of a hundred meters and watching a group of people turn into a bloody mess... if T'Chaka hadn't saved him...
"Ugh!"
Thinking of the group of people who were smashed into flesh and blood, the Federal President felt a wave of dry heaving.
"The Underground Safe Room has a problem. All we can do now is wait for reinforcements. Agent, lead your people to the front to provide reinforcements. You must hold back the enemy and buy time for the National Guard!"
Having finally recovered, the Federal President still had tears in the corners of his eyes. He forced himself to remain calm as he spoke to Natasha Romanoff.
"Yes! Mr. President!" After receiving the order, Natasha Romanoff didn't hesitate. Leaving behind a few Secret Service security guards, she took seven or eight S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents and rushed to the front to provide reinforcements.
"You go too!" T'Chaka ordered his four Female Guards.
One Female Guard hesitated: "Your Majesty, but your safety!?"
"Don't worry, under the protection of the Black Panther God, no one can harm me!" T'Chaka said in a deep voice!
Hearing T'Chaka say this and seeing the Vibranium Armor he was wearing, these Female Guards, who deeply understood the Black Panther Suit's defensive capabilities, then took their Vibranium Spears and followed behind Natasha Romanoff to the front Hall for reinforcements.
It was just that this confident His Majesty the King didn't notice that someone in the crowd made a grabbing action towards him.
"Trouble!"
Looking at the still-living Federal President, Francis's complexion was very unpleasant. For this matter, he had done many things, although they were all very secretive.
But doing too many things will always reveal flaws. If he could sit in the President's position, it would naturally be easy to handle.
He could rely on the rights in his hands to settle and cover up many things.
As for the investigation, any random plane crash could turn the entire investigation team into fireworks.
But the premise of everything was that he had to sit in that position.
"Didn't you want to cooperate with me? Help me get rid of him! As long as you kill him, you can name your own conditions!"
Francis knew deeply that after this incident, the Federation would definitely thoroughly investigate this matter. He couldn't guarantee that this matter wouldn't be traced back to him. Francis, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, whispered to Tang Song behind him! Tang Song half-closed his palm, pinching a wisp of T'Chaka's Qi mechanism that he had absorbed in his palm.
He looked with a cold laugh at the smug guy who had ruined his plans,
The Vibranium Armor with stacked defenses, he just didn't know if it could defend against his witchcraft and Gu magic.
"Don't worry, the matter isn't over yet! Wait patiently!"
Tang Song gave Francis a sideways glance. The coldness in his gaze startled Francis.
"How is it? Still can't get in?"
On the main road leading to Blair House, military vehicles were blocking the way. The exasperated General Ross led his men and walked directly to the forefront.
"Officer, that kind of silver liquid is spreading ahead. We can't bring our weapons and vehicles in at all!" The Officer with the Lieutenant Colonel rank on his shoulder replied after saluting General Ross.
"Where are the helicopters? Where are our fighter jets and helicopters? Since we can't break through on the ground, provide reinforcements from the sky!"
General Ross said, puffing his beard and glaring: "We need to hurry. If the President falls into their hands, it will be trouble!"
The Lieutenant Colonel said with a bitter smile: "Officer, our helicopters have no way to land at all. If the fighter jets spray fire, they might accidentally injure the people in the Hotel!"
"We can't worry about that anymore. Send in helicopters, send in a batch of Soldiers first, equip them with the best bulletproof vests. If they don't have weapons, they can snatch them from those Bandits—"
As a famous hawk General in the Air Force, General Ross could be said to have pushed non-compromise to the extreme.
He knew deeply how much trouble it would cause if the President fell into the hands of terrorists.
"A batch of Soldiers has already gone in!" the Lieutenant Colonel replied.
"Our men?" Ross asked.
"They are National Guard Soldiers!" the Lieutenant Colonel replied: "There are over forty people in total, and they all look like elites!"
Hawkeye pulled the trigger, finishing his last magazine. At this moment, the original Banquet Hall was full of flying bullets, and it was no longer possible for him to pick up ammunition.
Four Dora Milaje, holding spears that could fire blue pulse energy waves, engaged in a shootout with a group of Gunman Bandits in the Hall.
Whooshing energy pulses whistled out, suppressing dozens of Gunmen and preventing them from advancing.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"
"Bang bang—"
These fearless Cobra Soldiers weren't without counterattacks, but in front of these four Dora Milaje, a light blue energy shield was suspended.
Bullets hitting them couldn't penetrate their energy shields at all.
"Is this Wakanda's Vibranium technology? When can S.H.I.E.L.D. get a batch too!" Natasha Romanoff tore off her skirt hem and simply bandaged Hawkeye's wound.
Hawkeye looked at the long spears in the hands of those few Dora Milaje.
Their long spears were visibly covered in silver liquid, but this liquid didn't seem to be able to devour these long spears, making Hawkeye feel a wave of envy.
"Looks like with them here, we can just wait for reinforcements!"
*Chī!* Hawkeye's voice hadn't even faded when a figure wearing military uniform suddenly appeared from behind a Dora Milaje. A white light flashed.
Blood water splattered. A round thing fell to the ground, rolled a few times along the carpet, and stopped in front of him.
(End of chapter)
The Bodyguards were startled by these five sudden claws. They all retreated warily, drew their handguns, and aimed at the elevator car door.
"Don't act rashly, put down the guns in your hands!" At this moment, in the crowd, four Dora Milaje from Wakanda squeezed out from the crowd, pointing the blue glowing spears in their hands at these Bodyguards.
"Guard Captain, what is the meaning of this? I need an explanation!"
Natasha Romanoff raised the gun in her hand and aimed it at the head of one of the Dora Milaje.
The Dora Milaje glanced disdainfully at the gun in her hand: "Don't be nervous, this is our His Majesty the King! Although your guns cannot harm the great Black Panther at all, you have aimed your muzzles at our King. This is blasphemy, Natasha Romanoff, tell your people to put down their guns!"
For the past few days, Natasha Romanoff and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents she led had been guarding T'Chaka's safety, so the Dora Milaje knew her name.
King?
Upon hearing this, Natasha Romanoff looked at the black claws tearing at the elevator car. The metal elevator door, which could defend against bullets, seemed like window paper under these claws, easily pierced and quickly torn into a large hole.
A figure completely shrouded in pitch black battlegear crawled out of the elevator, with a person tucked under their armpit.
"Mr. President!"
T'Chaka placed the Federal President on the ground, opened his Black Panther Suit, revealing his face.
"Someone tampered with the elevator. Besides His Excellency the President and myself, everyone else perished!" T'Chaka said to the surrounding crowd with a heavy tone.
Countless discussions filled with lingering fear erupted in the crowd for a moment. Some voices even carried a hint of desperate sobbing.
The Federal President's complexion was completely pale at this moment. If a Bodyguard hadn't quickly helped him, our Mr. President would probably have collapsed onto the ground right now.
Falling from a height of a hundred meters and watching a group of people turn into a bloody mess... if T'Chaka hadn't saved him...
"Ugh!"
Thinking of the group of people who were smashed into flesh and blood, the Federal President felt a wave of dry heaving.
"The Underground Safe Room has a problem. All we can do now is wait for reinforcements. Agent, lead your people to the front to provide reinforcements. You must hold back the enemy and buy time for the National Guard!"
Having finally recovered, the Federal President still had tears in the corners of his eyes. He forced himself to remain calm as he spoke to Natasha Romanoff.
"Yes! Mr. President!" After receiving the order, Natasha Romanoff didn't hesitate. Leaving behind a few Secret Service security guards, she took seven or eight S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents and rushed to the front to provide reinforcements.
"You go too!" T'Chaka ordered his four Female Guards.
One Female Guard hesitated: "Your Majesty, but your safety!?"
"Don't worry, under the protection of the Black Panther God, no one can harm me!" T'Chaka said in a deep voice!
Hearing T'Chaka say this and seeing the Vibranium Armor he was wearing, these Female Guards, who deeply understood the Black Panther Suit's defensive capabilities, then took their Vibranium Spears and followed behind Natasha Romanoff to the front Hall for reinforcements.
It was just that this confident His Majesty the King didn't notice that someone in the crowd made a grabbing action towards him.
"Trouble!"
Looking at the still-living Federal President, Francis's complexion was very unpleasant. For this matter, he had done many things, although they were all very secretive.
But doing too many things will always reveal flaws. If he could sit in the President's position, it would naturally be easy to handle.
He could rely on the rights in his hands to settle and cover up many things.
As for the investigation, any random plane crash could turn the entire investigation team into fireworks.
But the premise of everything was that he had to sit in that position.
"Didn't you want to cooperate with me? Help me get rid of him! As long as you kill him, you can name your own conditions!"
Francis knew deeply that after this incident, the Federation would definitely thoroughly investigate this matter. He couldn't guarantee that this matter wouldn't be traced back to him. Francis, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, whispered to Tang Song behind him! Tang Song half-closed his palm, pinching a wisp of T'Chaka's Qi mechanism that he had absorbed in his palm.
He looked with a cold laugh at the smug guy who had ruined his plans,
The Vibranium Armor with stacked defenses, he just didn't know if it could defend against his witchcraft and Gu magic.
"Don't worry, the matter isn't over yet! Wait patiently!"
Tang Song gave Francis a sideways glance. The coldness in his gaze startled Francis.
"How is it? Still can't get in?"
On the main road leading to Blair House, military vehicles were blocking the way. The exasperated General Ross led his men and walked directly to the forefront.
"Officer, that kind of silver liquid is spreading ahead. We can't bring our weapons and vehicles in at all!" The Officer with the Lieutenant Colonel rank on his shoulder replied after saluting General Ross.
"Where are the helicopters? Where are our fighter jets and helicopters? Since we can't break through on the ground, provide reinforcements from the sky!"
General Ross said, puffing his beard and glaring: "We need to hurry. If the President falls into their hands, it will be trouble!"
The Lieutenant Colonel said with a bitter smile: "Officer, our helicopters have no way to land at all. If the fighter jets spray fire, they might accidentally injure the people in the Hotel!"
"We can't worry about that anymore. Send in helicopters, send in a batch of Soldiers first, equip them with the best bulletproof vests. If they don't have weapons, they can snatch them from those Bandits—"
As a famous hawk General in the Air Force, General Ross could be said to have pushed non-compromise to the extreme.
He knew deeply how much trouble it would cause if the President fell into the hands of terrorists.
"A batch of Soldiers has already gone in!" the Lieutenant Colonel replied.
"Our men?" Ross asked.
"They are National Guard Soldiers!" the Lieutenant Colonel replied: "There are over forty people in total, and they all look like elites!"
Hawkeye pulled the trigger, finishing his last magazine. At this moment, the original Banquet Hall was full of flying bullets, and it was no longer possible for him to pick up ammunition.
Four Dora Milaje, holding spears that could fire blue pulse energy waves, engaged in a shootout with a group of Gunman Bandits in the Hall.
Whooshing energy pulses whistled out, suppressing dozens of Gunmen and preventing them from advancing.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"
"Bang bang—"
These fearless Cobra Soldiers weren't without counterattacks, but in front of these four Dora Milaje, a light blue energy shield was suspended.
Bullets hitting them couldn't penetrate their energy shields at all.
"Is this Wakanda's Vibranium technology? When can S.H.I.E.L.D. get a batch too!" Natasha Romanoff tore off her skirt hem and simply bandaged Hawkeye's wound.
Hawkeye looked at the long spears in the hands of those few Dora Milaje.
Their long spears were visibly covered in silver liquid, but this liquid didn't seem to be able to devour these long spears, making Hawkeye feel a wave of envy.
"Looks like with them here, we can just wait for reinforcements!"
*Chī!* Hawkeye's voice hadn't even faded when a figure wearing military uniform suddenly appeared from behind a Dora Milaje. A white light flashed.
Blood water splattered. A round thing fell to the ground, rolled a few times along the carpet, and stopped in front of him.
(End of chapter)
