Reading settings
american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0180_part_02
Chapter 339
chapter 0180 part 2
Hearing his words, the Major's complexion suddenly changed. He exchanged a gaze with a Second Lieutenant beside him, and the Second Lieutenant gently shook his head. "Since you insist, we will escort King T'Chaka out of here first—" The Major shrugged helplessly at Mr. President.
Mr. President heard the Major's words, and the heart he had been holding finally relaxed. Clearly, this group were truly National Guard Soldiers, not terrorists, otherwise they would never give up this opportunity to kidnap him.
'When did a National Guard brigade commander become so concerned about diplomatic matters? Could it be that the security priority of a King from a small East African country is higher than that of the President and the Secretary of State?!
There are quite a few Federal Important Figures here!'
Just as the Major was preparing to escort the King of Wakanda and his two Female Guards to the Hotel Entrance, a voice that made him furious rang out again.
He subconsciously looked at T'Chaka. Sure enough, T'Chaka, wearing the Black Panther armor but without his helmet, stopped in his tracks upon hearing Tang Song's words.
"Because this cocktail party welcoming me gave these terrorists an opportunity, causing so many deaths and injuries, according to our Wakandan tradition, I need to stay here and pray for them!"
"What? When did we Wakanda have this tradition?" The two Female Guards looked at their King with doubt.
The Major felt his temple veins throbbing with anger. If he had a gun nearby, he wished he could pull it out and solve that talkative guy.
"No time! Just kill him!"
The Second Lieutenant, who had been silent and guarding T'Chaka's back, suddenly shouted, then leaped up abruptly, striking sideways. His right elbow smashed towards T'Chaka's back of the head.
His words were like an order. The National Guard Soldiers surrounding the crowd immediately began ruthlessly killing the people around them.
Their weapons might be simple, but these well-trained killing machines quickly showed everyone that rubber batons could also kill.
Especially since most of the attendees at the cocktail party were Elders who held great power and lived pampered lives.
These unsuspecting Elders, caught off guard, often suffered bloody heads and lost consciousness after just one rubber baton strike.
Of course, there were exceptions, like the head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller, who was said to have had six heart transplants.
He seemed to have been injected with some kind of serum or had undergone some scientific enhancement. His physical quality was astonishingly strong. Relying on the boxing he had learned, he was actually holding his own against six or seven Bandits disguised as National Guard for a while.
Without firearms, the decisive killing weapons, the terrorists were always lacking something.
David Rockefeller landed a left hook that made a strong man bleed profusely. Before he could retract his fist, a strong man with long, flowing hair and a face as cold as ice waved the crowd away and walked directly towards him!
David Rockefeller hooked a finger at the strong man disdainfully. His body, injected with the Military's secondary super soldier serum, gave him physical quality comparable to a top special forces soldier.
As for the high cost of the stabilizing agent needed for this serum later, it was naturally not a matter for the head of the Rockefeller family, a world-leading financial group.
David Rockefeller only learned boxing as a way to spice up his life. Even so, his boxing was taught hand-in-hand by the world's top heavyweight boxing competition champion. Facing the ice-faced strong man before him, David seemed very confident. He swung his fist, eager to fight.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
One attack! The ice-faced strong man used only one attack to intercept David's punch and break his punching right hand.
David Rockefeller, who had lived a pampered life, had never endured such pain. He immediately squatted on the Ground, clutching his arm in pain.
The ice-faced strong man bypassed him directly and walked towards Tang Song in the crowd. As he passed David Rockefeller, he lifted his knee and struck upwards, his knee directly hitting David Rockefeller's face.
Seeing the ice-faced strong man walking straight towards him, the people blocking Tang Song's path scattered in all directions.
Rogue looked at the approaching strong man, then at Tang Song beside her, whom she couldn't pull away. She bit her lip, then quietly took off the glove on her right hand.
What Tang Song didn't expect was that not only did Rogue not leave, but Pepper Potts, who had been by his side, also didn't leave. However, the things she held in her hand made Tang Song somewhat surprised and amused.
Uh, as for the drunken Bishop Hyde, he was currently sleeping soundly on the sofa, which was full of Holes from the fighting.
"Are you planning to hit his head with this high heel?"
Pepper Potts held one of her custom-made high heels in her hand, pointing the twelve-centimeter stiletto heel at the approaching strong man.
"Tang, stop joking. Is there a method? If not, we'll rush out. Calculating the time, Tony should be here soon!"
Pepper Potts rolled her eyes at Tang Song. Although nervous, Pepper was indeed a woman capable of inheriting the Iron Man armor. There was no fear on her face; instead, she spoke very calmly.
"Rush out!?" Tang Song stretched his limbs and shook his head, saying to Pepper Potts, "Are terrorists this brave now? Can't he tell I'm Ethnic Chinese and know Kung Fu?!"
Before Pepper Potts could react, Tang Song's figure disappeared from in front of her. A streak of afterimage, accompanied by a whistling wind, shot out. The Winter Soldier, who had just been awakened not long ago, felt a sharp pain in his face as a heavy punch landed squarely on his left cheek.
The immense attack force directly shattered most of the teeth in his mouth. His two-hundred-pound body was sent flying into the sky by a single punch.
Before he could land, an upward kick came from below, arriving first. Tang Song's foot landed squarely on his chest. His entire body was sent flying upwards again, his back hitting the ceiling of the State Guesthouse's first floor with a heavy thud.
"Thump!"
Accompanied by the rustling of falling dust, the Winter Soldier crashed heavily onto the carpet, barely breathing.
Looking at the dumbfounded Pepper Potts and the adoring gaze of Rogue beside him, Tang Song clapped his hands, not even sparing a glance at the ice-faced man whose heart meridians he had shattered.
His gaze went directly to the scene of the battle not far away—
Compared to him, the motor-mouthed one, the target of this group was clearly T'Chaka. There were four of these ice-faced men just dealing with him.
And there was a group of people assisting.
However, facing T'Chaka's Vibranium armor, these Hitmen clearly felt like a dog biting a turtle shell, unable to take action.
"Truly ungrateful! Tell me, without my help, even if you tricked him away, you wouldn't be able to break this turtle shell of his!"
Tang Song looked at T'Chaka, who was wearing the Vibranium armor, then looked at his own hands. "Thanos's saber can cut through a Vibranium shield. I wonder if I can do it?"
Tang Song was clearly a man of action. An invisible shadow that no one could see separated from his body.
As if it had no physical form, it avoided everyone's attention and secretly mingled into the fighting crowd, getting close to T'Chaka's back!
(Today is Friday, I went back to my Hometown and didn't get home until 8 PM. But I found that if I don't get distracted, my typing speed is actually quite fast! I just tried it. Because of the flu, I locked myself in a Xiao Hei room. From 9 PM until now, I actually wrote 4000 characters.)
(end of chapter)
Hearing his words, the Major's complexion suddenly changed. He exchanged a gaze with a Second Lieutenant beside him, and the Second Lieutenant gently shook his head. "Since you insist, we will escort King T'Chaka out of here first—" The Major shrugged helplessly at Mr. President.
Mr. President heard the Major's words, and the heart he had been holding finally relaxed. Clearly, this group were truly National Guard Soldiers, not terrorists, otherwise they would never give up this opportunity to kidnap him.
'When did a National Guard brigade commander become so concerned about diplomatic matters? Could it be that the security priority of a King from a small East African country is higher than that of the President and the Secretary of State?!
There are quite a few Federal Important Figures here!'
Just as the Major was preparing to escort the King of Wakanda and his two Female Guards to the Hotel Entrance, a voice that made him furious rang out again.
He subconsciously looked at T'Chaka. Sure enough, T'Chaka, wearing the Black Panther armor but without his helmet, stopped in his tracks upon hearing Tang Song's words.
"Because this cocktail party welcoming me gave these terrorists an opportunity, causing so many deaths and injuries, according to our Wakandan tradition, I need to stay here and pray for them!"
"What? When did we Wakanda have this tradition?" The two Female Guards looked at their King with doubt.
The Major felt his temple veins throbbing with anger. If he had a gun nearby, he wished he could pull it out and solve that talkative guy.
"No time! Just kill him!"
The Second Lieutenant, who had been silent and guarding T'Chaka's back, suddenly shouted, then leaped up abruptly, striking sideways. His right elbow smashed towards T'Chaka's back of the head.
His words were like an order. The National Guard Soldiers surrounding the crowd immediately began ruthlessly killing the people around them.
Their weapons might be simple, but these well-trained killing machines quickly showed everyone that rubber batons could also kill.
Especially since most of the attendees at the cocktail party were Elders who held great power and lived pampered lives.
These unsuspecting Elders, caught off guard, often suffered bloody heads and lost consciousness after just one rubber baton strike.
Of course, there were exceptions, like the head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller, who was said to have had six heart transplants.
He seemed to have been injected with some kind of serum or had undergone some scientific enhancement. His physical quality was astonishingly strong. Relying on the boxing he had learned, he was actually holding his own against six or seven Bandits disguised as National Guard for a while.
Without firearms, the decisive killing weapons, the terrorists were always lacking something.
David Rockefeller landed a left hook that made a strong man bleed profusely. Before he could retract his fist, a strong man with long, flowing hair and a face as cold as ice waved the crowd away and walked directly towards him!
David Rockefeller hooked a finger at the strong man disdainfully. His body, injected with the Military's secondary super soldier serum, gave him physical quality comparable to a top special forces soldier.
As for the high cost of the stabilizing agent needed for this serum later, it was naturally not a matter for the head of the Rockefeller family, a world-leading financial group.
David Rockefeller only learned boxing as a way to spice up his life. Even so, his boxing was taught hand-in-hand by the world's top heavyweight boxing competition champion. Facing the ice-faced strong man before him, David seemed very confident. He swung his fist, eager to fight.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
One attack! The ice-faced strong man used only one attack to intercept David's punch and break his punching right hand.
David Rockefeller, who had lived a pampered life, had never endured such pain. He immediately squatted on the Ground, clutching his arm in pain.
The ice-faced strong man bypassed him directly and walked towards Tang Song in the crowd. As he passed David Rockefeller, he lifted his knee and struck upwards, his knee directly hitting David Rockefeller's face.
Seeing the ice-faced strong man walking straight towards him, the people blocking Tang Song's path scattered in all directions.
Rogue looked at the approaching strong man, then at Tang Song beside her, whom she couldn't pull away. She bit her lip, then quietly took off the glove on her right hand.
What Tang Song didn't expect was that not only did Rogue not leave, but Pepper Potts, who had been by his side, also didn't leave. However, the things she held in her hand made Tang Song somewhat surprised and amused.
Uh, as for the drunken Bishop Hyde, he was currently sleeping soundly on the sofa, which was full of Holes from the fighting.
"Are you planning to hit his head with this high heel?"
Pepper Potts held one of her custom-made high heels in her hand, pointing the twelve-centimeter stiletto heel at the approaching strong man.
"Tang, stop joking. Is there a method? If not, we'll rush out. Calculating the time, Tony should be here soon!"
Pepper Potts rolled her eyes at Tang Song. Although nervous, Pepper was indeed a woman capable of inheriting the Iron Man armor. There was no fear on her face; instead, she spoke very calmly.
"Rush out!?" Tang Song stretched his limbs and shook his head, saying to Pepper Potts, "Are terrorists this brave now? Can't he tell I'm Ethnic Chinese and know Kung Fu?!"
Before Pepper Potts could react, Tang Song's figure disappeared from in front of her. A streak of afterimage, accompanied by a whistling wind, shot out. The Winter Soldier, who had just been awakened not long ago, felt a sharp pain in his face as a heavy punch landed squarely on his left cheek.
The immense attack force directly shattered most of the teeth in his mouth. His two-hundred-pound body was sent flying into the sky by a single punch.
Before he could land, an upward kick came from below, arriving first. Tang Song's foot landed squarely on his chest. His entire body was sent flying upwards again, his back hitting the ceiling of the State Guesthouse's first floor with a heavy thud.
"Thump!"
Accompanied by the rustling of falling dust, the Winter Soldier crashed heavily onto the carpet, barely breathing.
Looking at the dumbfounded Pepper Potts and the adoring gaze of Rogue beside him, Tang Song clapped his hands, not even sparing a glance at the ice-faced man whose heart meridians he had shattered.
His gaze went directly to the scene of the battle not far away—
Compared to him, the motor-mouthed one, the target of this group was clearly T'Chaka. There were four of these ice-faced men just dealing with him.
And there was a group of people assisting.
However, facing T'Chaka's Vibranium armor, these Hitmen clearly felt like a dog biting a turtle shell, unable to take action.
"Truly ungrateful! Tell me, without my help, even if you tricked him away, you wouldn't be able to break this turtle shell of his!"
Tang Song looked at T'Chaka, who was wearing the Vibranium armor, then looked at his own hands. "Thanos's saber can cut through a Vibranium shield. I wonder if I can do it?"
Tang Song was clearly a man of action. An invisible shadow that no one could see separated from his body.
As if it had no physical form, it avoided everyone's attention and secretly mingled into the fighting crowd, getting close to T'Chaka's back!
(Today is Friday, I went back to my Hometown and didn't get home until 8 PM. But I found that if I don't get distracted, my typing speed is actually quite fast! I just tried it. Because of the flu, I locked myself in a Xiao Hei room. From 9 PM until now, I actually wrote 4000 characters.)
(end of chapter)
