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Chapter 344
chapter 0183 part 2
"Pepper Potts!"
Tony Stark looked at Pepper Potts nervously! Pepper Potts smiled at Tony Stark and shook her head, comforting him, "Tony, I'm alright!"
"Aren't you going over?"
Tang Song looked in the President's direction and gestured to Francis. At this moment, the President was surrounded by people from all sides who had come to the rescue.
Federal generals in military uniform, agents in suits and ties, Federal Police with flowers on their shoulders. These people surrounded the President in layers.
Francis glanced at Tang Song with dissatisfaction, gritting his teeth and saying in a low voice, "Tang, didn't you say you could solve this trouble?"
Tang Song rubbed the black jade thumb ring on his right thumb, smiling playfully:
"Trouble is naturally easy to solve, but what can you offer, Mr. President!" Tang Song looked at Francis, emphasizing the words 'Mr. President'.
"What do you want?" A gleam flashed in Francis's eyes.
He wasn't afraid of this Chinese man's harsh conditions, but rather that he had no method. Since Tang Song dared to make a requirement, it meant he still had a method.
Tang Song didn't answer him directly but pointed at the people surrounding the President, saying with a chuckle:
"After this terrorist attack, Mr. President, you will definitely crack down on terrorists and strengthen the military's budget after you take office. I run an Arms Company, you see..."
"No problem!" Before Tang Song could finish, Francis understood what Tang Song meant. "Your company will become a Federal arms supplier! Of course, the condition is that you can help me solve this trouble!"
"That's naturally no problem. I've always been eager to help others!" Tang Song smiled. "The President and I are friends. A friend's matters are naturally my matters! Don't worry! Today you will become President, I said it, not even Jesus could change it!"
"Achoo!"
Bishop Hyde, who had been sleeping soundly on the sofa, had just been helped up by two soldiers. He seemed to have caught a cold and sneezed. The soldier beside him saw the black clerical robe on his body and quickly found him a jacket to put on.
"Thank you, young man, the Lord will bless you!"
Bishop Hyde made the sign of the cross on his chest and stroked the young soldier's head. The soldier was clearly very excited.
After all, in this multi-ethnic, multi-faith country like the Federation, nearly fifty percent of the population believes in Christianity. Bishop Hyde, the Bishop of Washington National Cathedral, has a high reputation in the Federation, especially in the Washington Area.
"What method do you have? It's crowded with people here now?" Francis looked at the sea of soldiers, gazing suspiciously at Tang Song.
"Are you a Mutant?" He clearly thought of the scene where the President of the Senate tripped and fell and was trampled to death.
If the former president died in a trampling accident, it wasn't impossible! "No, no, I don't want to bear the name of assassinating the Federal President. Dragonslayer, although that appellation sounds good, it doesn't suit me!" Tang Song glanced at Francis, seeing his distrust, and pointed his finger towards outside the door: "Listen, the opportunity has arrived!"
Bang! After spending some time with Pepper Potts, and hearing that Tang Song had saved her twice, the proud and arrogant Tony Stark decided to give him a sea view villa as gratitude. Just as he was preparing to walk towards Tang Song, a sniper rifle shot suddenly rang out outside the door! Clicking, Tony Stark's first reaction was to cover his entire body with his Iron Suit, enveloping himself, then turned and wrapped his arms around Pepper Potts.
"What's happening?"
"Where was the shot fired?"
Hearing the explosive gunfire, the crowd inside the State Guest House were startled birds. Mark Sully, the Director of the Secret Service, even commanded agents to form a human wall in front of the generals and councillors.
At this moment, outside the State Guesthouse Gate, a soldier who had been escorting T'Chaka out stumbled back in.
"Officer! There's a sniper outside, the King of Wakanda has been assassinated!"
One minute ago, T'Chaka, who had taken off his Black Panther Suit because of injured hands and feet, left the hotel gate escorted by two female guards and a dozen Federal soldiers, waiting for the Vibranium Jet coming to pick him up.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out. A sniper rifle bullet hit T'Chaka's forehead! It blew off half of his skull, sending the richest man on Earth to Hell.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
The two female guards supporting T'Chaka were splattered with red and white liquid. They looked at T'Chaka, whose head was half blown off, in a panic and let out piteous wails.
"Killer!"
A black female guard handed T'Chaka's corpse to her companion, took her Vibranium Spear, and ran towards the direction the sniper rifle shot came from, firing blue energy pulse beams as she went.
Inside the bathroom of the Eisenhower Executive Office Building across the street from the White House West Wing, John Wick, dressed as a cleaner, looked at T'Chaka, who had been shot and fell to the ground, with a bewildered expression through his scope.
Yes, he fired the shot, and he aimed at the target's head, but the sniper rifle provided by the employer was clearly equipped with a silencer.
And the shot he just fired missed!
The target seemed to have the ability to sense threats. When he raised his gun and aimed and pulled the trigger, the target tilted his head slightly. His shot missed.
"There's another sniper!"
And nearby. John Wick subconsciously looked upstairs. The gunfire came from upstairs.
Inside the bathroom upstairs from John Wick, a black elder unhurriedly disassembled the sniper rifle, placed it in his briefcase, then took out a Yellow Talisman from his pocket and stuck it on his body.
"Bang!"
The gate of this women's bathroom was violently kicked open. Several armed guards rushed in, checking each stall.
"Officer, no one's here! The gunfire must have come from downstairs!"
The guards searched the entire bathroom but found no suspicious person. They gripped their guns and hurried downstairs.
An invisible person carrying a briefcase followed them, also heading downstairs, then effortlessly walked towards the office building gate among a group of guards heading upstairs!
"Sniper! Where are our soldiers? This isn't Afghanistan, this isn't the Middle East, this is Blair House, right across from the White House!"
Hearing the information that T'Chaka had been assassinated, Garrett Walker's face turned ashen. He angrily rebuked the group of people surrounding him.
The group around him all lowered their heads after being scolded by him.
After Garrett Walker scolded for a while, he fixed his gaze on Ross.
"General Ross, I'm temporarily handing over the command authority of the departments outside to you. You must catch that sniper. We need to give Wakanda an account!"
Compared to others, Garrett Walker clearly had a good impression of General Ross, who was the first general to command the army to rush over and come to the rescue!
"Yes, Mr. President!" General Ross gave Garrett Walker a military salute, then walked outside with a few soldiers, completely disregarding the sniper outside.
(end of chapter)
"Pepper Potts!"
Tony Stark looked at Pepper Potts nervously! Pepper Potts smiled at Tony Stark and shook her head, comforting him, "Tony, I'm alright!"
"Aren't you going over?"
Tang Song looked in the President's direction and gestured to Francis. At this moment, the President was surrounded by people from all sides who had come to the rescue.
Federal generals in military uniform, agents in suits and ties, Federal Police with flowers on their shoulders. These people surrounded the President in layers.
Francis glanced at Tang Song with dissatisfaction, gritting his teeth and saying in a low voice, "Tang, didn't you say you could solve this trouble?"
Tang Song rubbed the black jade thumb ring on his right thumb, smiling playfully:
"Trouble is naturally easy to solve, but what can you offer, Mr. President!" Tang Song looked at Francis, emphasizing the words 'Mr. President'.
"What do you want?" A gleam flashed in Francis's eyes.
He wasn't afraid of this Chinese man's harsh conditions, but rather that he had no method. Since Tang Song dared to make a requirement, it meant he still had a method.
Tang Song didn't answer him directly but pointed at the people surrounding the President, saying with a chuckle:
"After this terrorist attack, Mr. President, you will definitely crack down on terrorists and strengthen the military's budget after you take office. I run an Arms Company, you see..."
"No problem!" Before Tang Song could finish, Francis understood what Tang Song meant. "Your company will become a Federal arms supplier! Of course, the condition is that you can help me solve this trouble!"
"That's naturally no problem. I've always been eager to help others!" Tang Song smiled. "The President and I are friends. A friend's matters are naturally my matters! Don't worry! Today you will become President, I said it, not even Jesus could change it!"
"Achoo!"
Bishop Hyde, who had been sleeping soundly on the sofa, had just been helped up by two soldiers. He seemed to have caught a cold and sneezed. The soldier beside him saw the black clerical robe on his body and quickly found him a jacket to put on.
"Thank you, young man, the Lord will bless you!"
Bishop Hyde made the sign of the cross on his chest and stroked the young soldier's head. The soldier was clearly very excited.
After all, in this multi-ethnic, multi-faith country like the Federation, nearly fifty percent of the population believes in Christianity. Bishop Hyde, the Bishop of Washington National Cathedral, has a high reputation in the Federation, especially in the Washington Area.
"What method do you have? It's crowded with people here now?" Francis looked at the sea of soldiers, gazing suspiciously at Tang Song.
"Are you a Mutant?" He clearly thought of the scene where the President of the Senate tripped and fell and was trampled to death.
If the former president died in a trampling accident, it wasn't impossible! "No, no, I don't want to bear the name of assassinating the Federal President. Dragonslayer, although that appellation sounds good, it doesn't suit me!" Tang Song glanced at Francis, seeing his distrust, and pointed his finger towards outside the door: "Listen, the opportunity has arrived!"
Bang! After spending some time with Pepper Potts, and hearing that Tang Song had saved her twice, the proud and arrogant Tony Stark decided to give him a sea view villa as gratitude. Just as he was preparing to walk towards Tang Song, a sniper rifle shot suddenly rang out outside the door! Clicking, Tony Stark's first reaction was to cover his entire body with his Iron Suit, enveloping himself, then turned and wrapped his arms around Pepper Potts.
"What's happening?"
"Where was the shot fired?"
Hearing the explosive gunfire, the crowd inside the State Guest House were startled birds. Mark Sully, the Director of the Secret Service, even commanded agents to form a human wall in front of the generals and councillors.
At this moment, outside the State Guesthouse Gate, a soldier who had been escorting T'Chaka out stumbled back in.
"Officer! There's a sniper outside, the King of Wakanda has been assassinated!"
One minute ago, T'Chaka, who had taken off his Black Panther Suit because of injured hands and feet, left the hotel gate escorted by two female guards and a dozen Federal soldiers, waiting for the Vibranium Jet coming to pick him up.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out. A sniper rifle bullet hit T'Chaka's forehead! It blew off half of his skull, sending the richest man on Earth to Hell.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
The two female guards supporting T'Chaka were splattered with red and white liquid. They looked at T'Chaka, whose head was half blown off, in a panic and let out piteous wails.
"Killer!"
A black female guard handed T'Chaka's corpse to her companion, took her Vibranium Spear, and ran towards the direction the sniper rifle shot came from, firing blue energy pulse beams as she went.
Inside the bathroom of the Eisenhower Executive Office Building across the street from the White House West Wing, John Wick, dressed as a cleaner, looked at T'Chaka, who had been shot and fell to the ground, with a bewildered expression through his scope.
Yes, he fired the shot, and he aimed at the target's head, but the sniper rifle provided by the employer was clearly equipped with a silencer.
And the shot he just fired missed!
The target seemed to have the ability to sense threats. When he raised his gun and aimed and pulled the trigger, the target tilted his head slightly. His shot missed.
"There's another sniper!"
And nearby. John Wick subconsciously looked upstairs. The gunfire came from upstairs.
Inside the bathroom upstairs from John Wick, a black elder unhurriedly disassembled the sniper rifle, placed it in his briefcase, then took out a Yellow Talisman from his pocket and stuck it on his body.
"Bang!"
The gate of this women's bathroom was violently kicked open. Several armed guards rushed in, checking each stall.
"Officer, no one's here! The gunfire must have come from downstairs!"
The guards searched the entire bathroom but found no suspicious person. They gripped their guns and hurried downstairs.
An invisible person carrying a briefcase followed them, also heading downstairs, then effortlessly walked towards the office building gate among a group of guards heading upstairs!
"Sniper! Where are our soldiers? This isn't Afghanistan, this isn't the Middle East, this is Blair House, right across from the White House!"
Hearing the information that T'Chaka had been assassinated, Garrett Walker's face turned ashen. He angrily rebuked the group of people surrounding him.
The group around him all lowered their heads after being scolded by him.
After Garrett Walker scolded for a while, he fixed his gaze on Ross.
"General Ross, I'm temporarily handing over the command authority of the departments outside to you. You must catch that sniper. We need to give Wakanda an account!"
Compared to others, Garrett Walker clearly had a good impression of General Ross, who was the first general to command the army to rush over and come to the rescue!
"Yes, Mr. President!" General Ross gave Garrett Walker a military salute, then walked outside with a few soldiers, completely disregarding the sniper outside.
(end of chapter)
