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Chapter 338
chapter 0180 part 1
Chapter 180: Second Wave (Part 2) - Motor-mouthed Tang
Francis, who had been following Tang Song with a dejected, ashen face, suddenly flushed slightly.
Pepper Potts, who was beside him, excited like a fanboy seeing his idol reply, gave him a strange look. She didn't understand why the Secretary of State would react this way upon hearing the word "Bandit".
Had he been scared silly?
"Tang, are you saying they are also Bandits?"
Pepper Potts carefully stole a glance at the Bandits, then turned back, staring nervously at Tang Song, repeating Francis's words in a low, trembling voice.
She was terrified of hearing confirmation from Tang Song.
After all, no one wanted to deal with a group of terrorists who killed without blinking.
Francis also stared at Tang Song with hopeful eyes.
However, the Secretary of State's thoughts were the opposite. He thought this group of Bandits impersonating the National Guard were Cobra agents, returning to clean up the mess after discovering the President wasn't dead.
Tang Song reached through his hood and patted Rogue's head, comforting the young girl.
He took the simple black cloth doll from her hand.
The human-shaped doll was just a piece of black cloth filled with cotton batting.
A head was tied off with a rubber band, and a few simple strokes outlined the doll's facial features.
Tang Song first flicked the doll's head with his finger, injecting a strand of T'Chaka's Qi Mechanism that he had collected into the doll.
The doll's originally scribbled facial features began to swell and deform as this strand of Qi Mechanism was injected, eventually resembling T'Chaka, who was not far away.
However, when this happened, Tang Song had already put his hands behind his back, holding the black cloth doll in his hand, not letting anyone else see it.
Tang Song held the black cloth doll in his palm and pointed his chin towards the group of National Guard Soldiers who had appeared.
"These people are indeed Bandits, but judging by their appearance, they shouldn't be with the group from before!"
Francis was startled, and Pepper Potts and Rogue also looked at Tang Song in panic.
And there was a second wave of terrorists.
"Tang, why do you say they aren't from the same group?" Francis asked, feeling a bit unwilling.
'Why don't you call Cobra Commander and ask if they're his men?' Tang Song thought to himself, then raised his eyes and motioned for Francis to look at the weapons in the hands of this group of National Guard Soldiers.
Francis followed Tang Song's gaze, and his complexion immediately changed. Unlike the Cobra Soldiers who were holding firearms just now, these National Guard Soldiers were holding rubber batons.
Clearly, they were not Cobra agents; otherwise, they should have been prepared.
At this moment, the King of Wakanda had already helped the Federal President walk out of a Hotel Secret Room.
This Secret Room was originally a Listening Room used by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) to eavesdrop on foreign leaders staying at the State Guesthouse. It was located in the interlayer between two Rooms.
Its secrecy was naturally not a problem, but what made our Mr. President feel awkward was that in this Listening Room, over a dozen listening channels were all monitoring the same Room.
Even for the thick-skinned Federal President, the few minutes spent in the Listening Room were so embarrassing that he wanted to dig another Hole in the Ground and crawl into it.
Fortunately, our King T'Chaka was a political Expert who knew how to play dumb, and the matter was smoothed over.
"Mr. President, I am here on order to escort you and King T'Chaka out of here—"
The Federal President looked at the white Major Officer in front of him, then at the more than forty Washington National Guard Soldiers in the Hotel who were directly subordinate to his command. A sense of security welled up within him.
The Federal President, whose face had been pale, finally regained the demeanor a leader of a great nation should have. He exchanged a few pleasantries with T'Chaka beside him, then made an invitation gesture.
The two walked Outside, surrounded by a group of National Guard Soldiers.
Francis stood beside Tang Song, his gaze burning as he watched Mr. President being escorted away by a group of "Bandits".
If the President were kidnapped or killed, according to the succession order of the Federal Constitution, he would undoubtedly directly take over the position of Federal President.
Perhaps Francis's gaze was too burning. The Federal President, walking briskly among the crowd, seemed to sense something. He stopped, swept his eyes over the crowd, and happened to see Francis.
Mr. President saw Francis, who had survived, and a smile was squeezed onto his serious face. He waved at Francis, "Frank! It's great that you're alright! Let's go out together. I need you to communicate with the news media and try to keep the matters under control—"
Francis looked at the Federal President in surprise, then at the "National Guard Soldiers" beside him who were all looking over. He gave him a bitter smile.
Francis glanced at Tang Song beside him for help.
The Federal President keenly noticed Francis's small action. He followed Francis's gaze and noticed Tang Song, also noticing the strange look on Tang Song's face.
"Mr. Tang, do you have any suggestions regarding this terrorist attack?"
The Federal President asked perfunctorily. He had some impression of this Ethnic Chinese man, the only one he had invited to the cocktail party – the Manipulator whom Francis had supported to be a Rival to Lewis.
Mr. President clearly didn't put an Underworld thug in his eyes, unless he had noticed Francis's gaze.
Tang Song looked at the Federal President with a strange gaze:
"Mr. President, have you asked which army this Major belongs to? Which brigade of the Washington National Guard? I see this Major was in such a hurry to come to the rescue, his shoulder patch is crooked!"
The Federal President was startled by Tang Song's words and subconsciously glanced at the shoulder patch of the Major Officer beside him.
The Major also subconsciously looked at his own shoulder patch. After confirming that the shoulder patch on his shoulder was not crooked, he dryly explained to the President: "Mr. President, we are here on General Lawrence's order to protect you!"
The Federal President naturally knew Lawrence, the brigade commander of the Washington National Guard's Second Brigade, but the human heart cannot withstand suspicion.
Tang Song's words were like a thorn of suspicion stuck in the Federal President's heart! The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Seeing the President hesitate, the Major couldn't help but speak:
"Mr. President, General Lawrence is waiting for you Outside! There might be residual terrorists here. Don't you think we should escort you out first—"
The President didn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "Tell Lawrence that I will stay here for now to understand the casualties of the cocktail party personnel. Let him deal with the terrorists Outside and come to the Hotel to see me!"
Chapter 180: Second Wave (Part 2) - Motor-mouthed Tang
Francis, who had been following Tang Song with a dejected, ashen face, suddenly flushed slightly.
Pepper Potts, who was beside him, excited like a fanboy seeing his idol reply, gave him a strange look. She didn't understand why the Secretary of State would react this way upon hearing the word "Bandit".
Had he been scared silly?
"Tang, are you saying they are also Bandits?"
Pepper Potts carefully stole a glance at the Bandits, then turned back, staring nervously at Tang Song, repeating Francis's words in a low, trembling voice.
She was terrified of hearing confirmation from Tang Song.
After all, no one wanted to deal with a group of terrorists who killed without blinking.
Francis also stared at Tang Song with hopeful eyes.
However, the Secretary of State's thoughts were the opposite. He thought this group of Bandits impersonating the National Guard were Cobra agents, returning to clean up the mess after discovering the President wasn't dead.
Tang Song reached through his hood and patted Rogue's head, comforting the young girl.
He took the simple black cloth doll from her hand.
The human-shaped doll was just a piece of black cloth filled with cotton batting.
A head was tied off with a rubber band, and a few simple strokes outlined the doll's facial features.
Tang Song first flicked the doll's head with his finger, injecting a strand of T'Chaka's Qi Mechanism that he had collected into the doll.
The doll's originally scribbled facial features began to swell and deform as this strand of Qi Mechanism was injected, eventually resembling T'Chaka, who was not far away.
However, when this happened, Tang Song had already put his hands behind his back, holding the black cloth doll in his hand, not letting anyone else see it.
Tang Song held the black cloth doll in his palm and pointed his chin towards the group of National Guard Soldiers who had appeared.
"These people are indeed Bandits, but judging by their appearance, they shouldn't be with the group from before!"
Francis was startled, and Pepper Potts and Rogue also looked at Tang Song in panic.
And there was a second wave of terrorists.
"Tang, why do you say they aren't from the same group?" Francis asked, feeling a bit unwilling.
'Why don't you call Cobra Commander and ask if they're his men?' Tang Song thought to himself, then raised his eyes and motioned for Francis to look at the weapons in the hands of this group of National Guard Soldiers.
Francis followed Tang Song's gaze, and his complexion immediately changed. Unlike the Cobra Soldiers who were holding firearms just now, these National Guard Soldiers were holding rubber batons.
Clearly, they were not Cobra agents; otherwise, they should have been prepared.
At this moment, the King of Wakanda had already helped the Federal President walk out of a Hotel Secret Room.
This Secret Room was originally a Listening Room used by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) to eavesdrop on foreign leaders staying at the State Guesthouse. It was located in the interlayer between two Rooms.
Its secrecy was naturally not a problem, but what made our Mr. President feel awkward was that in this Listening Room, over a dozen listening channels were all monitoring the same Room.
Even for the thick-skinned Federal President, the few minutes spent in the Listening Room were so embarrassing that he wanted to dig another Hole in the Ground and crawl into it.
Fortunately, our King T'Chaka was a political Expert who knew how to play dumb, and the matter was smoothed over.
"Mr. President, I am here on order to escort you and King T'Chaka out of here—"
The Federal President looked at the white Major Officer in front of him, then at the more than forty Washington National Guard Soldiers in the Hotel who were directly subordinate to his command. A sense of security welled up within him.
The Federal President, whose face had been pale, finally regained the demeanor a leader of a great nation should have. He exchanged a few pleasantries with T'Chaka beside him, then made an invitation gesture.
The two walked Outside, surrounded by a group of National Guard Soldiers.
Francis stood beside Tang Song, his gaze burning as he watched Mr. President being escorted away by a group of "Bandits".
If the President were kidnapped or killed, according to the succession order of the Federal Constitution, he would undoubtedly directly take over the position of Federal President.
Perhaps Francis's gaze was too burning. The Federal President, walking briskly among the crowd, seemed to sense something. He stopped, swept his eyes over the crowd, and happened to see Francis.
Mr. President saw Francis, who had survived, and a smile was squeezed onto his serious face. He waved at Francis, "Frank! It's great that you're alright! Let's go out together. I need you to communicate with the news media and try to keep the matters under control—"
Francis looked at the Federal President in surprise, then at the "National Guard Soldiers" beside him who were all looking over. He gave him a bitter smile.
Francis glanced at Tang Song beside him for help.
The Federal President keenly noticed Francis's small action. He followed Francis's gaze and noticed Tang Song, also noticing the strange look on Tang Song's face.
"Mr. Tang, do you have any suggestions regarding this terrorist attack?"
The Federal President asked perfunctorily. He had some impression of this Ethnic Chinese man, the only one he had invited to the cocktail party – the Manipulator whom Francis had supported to be a Rival to Lewis.
Mr. President clearly didn't put an Underworld thug in his eyes, unless he had noticed Francis's gaze.
Tang Song looked at the Federal President with a strange gaze:
"Mr. President, have you asked which army this Major belongs to? Which brigade of the Washington National Guard? I see this Major was in such a hurry to come to the rescue, his shoulder patch is crooked!"
The Federal President was startled by Tang Song's words and subconsciously glanced at the shoulder patch of the Major Officer beside him.
The Major also subconsciously looked at his own shoulder patch. After confirming that the shoulder patch on his shoulder was not crooked, he dryly explained to the President: "Mr. President, we are here on General Lawrence's order to protect you!"
The Federal President naturally knew Lawrence, the brigade commander of the Washington National Guard's Second Brigade, but the human heart cannot withstand suspicion.
Tang Song's words were like a thorn of suspicion stuck in the Federal President's heart! The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Seeing the President hesitate, the Major couldn't help but speak:
"Mr. President, General Lawrence is waiting for you Outside! There might be residual terrorists here. Don't you think we should escort you out first—"
The President didn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "Tell Lawrence that I will stay here for now to understand the casualties of the cocktail party personnel. Let him deal with the terrorists Outside and come to the Hotel to see me!"
