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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0184_part_02
Chapter 346
chapter 0184 part 2
"Mr. Stark, what exactly happened inside the State Guest House? Did someone detonate a bomb?"
General Ross walked directly up to Tony Stark and questioned him.
"It wasn't a bomb, there were no signs of an explosion. The entire hotel suddenly collapsed!" Tony Stark's Iron Suit / Armor faceplate opened, and he looked down at Pepper's face, still showing some lingering fear.
Tony Stark coming out of the hotel alive seemed to give everyone confidence.
They felt that there might still be living people under the hotel Ruins!
Under the command of General Ross, everyone, including Tony Stark, joined the rescue effort.
However, as one corpse after another was carried out, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom, especially when the corpse of the Federal President appeared.
A deathly silent atmosphere permeated the air.
Tang Song sighed, threw the stone in his hand onto the Ground, and cursed loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Shit! Hydra, the nanite bomb deployed by those terrorists destroyed the structure of the hotel! They killed Mr. President!"
Tang Song's words seemed to arouse the indignation of the surrounding Soldiers, and even General Ross looked furious.
Of course, Tang Song added some small tricks to manipulate hearts and boost morale in his pronunciation.
The scapegoat is always innocent, but who can prove their innocence? Several television station interview vehicles weakly drove through the Street Block, followed by several Secret Service vehicles escorting them back to their respective units.
The large movements of the military and police, coupled with the previous explosion and vibration, shook the entire Washington. Excited reporters rushed towards the White House, wanting to get the first-hand news, but they were driven back by FBI Agents from afar.
More than a dozen interview helicopters slowly returned, and more than thirty directly subordinate military attack helicopters monitored them from behind, not giving them a chance to approach the scene.
Tang Song, with gauze wrapped around his hands, sat in a military helicopter, accompanying the newly appointed Federal President, Francis Underwood. Escorted by a large number of Apache attack helicopters, they flew past an interview helicopter.
The ventilation window of that helicopter was open, and Tang Song's hearing, which was hundreds of times sharper than that of ordinary people, clearly captured the complaint of a Reporter inside.
"News blackout, oh my god, I haven't gotten a single headline this month, my salary.
My bonus, damn it!"
He smiled, Tang Song shook his head. Escorted by dozens of Apache attack helicopters, Francis Underwood, the freshly minted Federal President, arrived at the entrance of The Pentagon.
At this time, in the Federal Pentagon, countless staff from vital point departments were scurrying around inside the building like mice whose nest had been blown up.
The Federal President was assassinated, and many Federal High-level Staff and top tycoons were also killed. This matter was simply too heinous and had too great an influence.
The security strength at The Pentagon was now more than ten times the usual. Dozens of heavy tanks were openly parked in front of the entrance of The Pentagon.
Above, the roar of fighter jets could be faintly heard, indicating that fighter jets were circling above the clouds over The Pentagon.
After undergoing strict questioning and identity verification by several guards, Tang Song leisurely followed Behind Francis Underwood and walked into The Pentagon Headquarters.
………
Inside the Department of Defense Office in The Pentagon, Tang Song said indignantly to Francis:
"These damned terrorists are truly despicable, daring to attack the Federal President. The former President's Secret Service Bodyguards were also incompetent, they couldn't even protect the President!"
Francis, who had just finished dealing with a pile of matters, stared intently at Tang Song.
Everything had gone smoothly, except for this inexplicable guy who suddenly appeared. Damn it, how did he know his plan, and how much data/information did he have in his hands? However, thinking of the extraordinary methods Tang Song had displayed, Francis asked in a gentle tone:
"Tang, do you have any suggestions?"
Tang Song smiled and said, "I think those terrorists definitely won't stop there. For your safety, President, I think you need a Security force with excellent strength!"
"I have a team of retired Soldiers from the former German Black Devil Special Forces under me. Their Cobra Commander is a very good soldier. I think he can be competent for the position of your Secret Service Director!"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Francis's complexion became extremely gloomy. However, seeing Tang Song's expression, he fiercely swallowed his resentment.
"This is impossible. The position of Secret Service Director cannot be given to a foreigner. This concerns the personal safety of many government officials in the Federation, and they will not agree!"
Tang Song smiled endlessly: "Mr. Kane has a Federal Passport and is a genuine Federation Person. If you discriminate against German immigrants, be careful, someone might be protesting with signs against immigrant discrimination on this street tomorrow."
Francis said frankly: "Tang, the position of Secret Service Director cannot be given to an outsider! It concerns my own safety! Even you are no exception!"
Tang Song laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Kane is only temporarily filling the role for a few months. With our friendship, I need to protect your safety! I don't want my Partner to die unexpectedly, that's all!"
Francis looked at Tang Song with an untrusting gaze. Tang Song snorted coldly: "Of course, I also have some small personal interests. Mr. Kane is the President of Tang Security Company. A president who has served as the Director of the Secret Service will naturally find it easier to do business in the Federation.
Honestly, Mr. President, you really need to pay attention to protecting your own safety. That's Hydra—" Tang Song leaned forward slightly, slowed his tone, and reminded Francis word by word.
Hydra, Francis Underwood thought of the second wave of terrorist attack.
He was silent for a long time before nodding and saying, "One month. The Mr. Kane you recommended will temporarily serve as the Director of the Secret Service. After one month, there will be a successor."
"One month is enough!" Tang Song nodded, looked around the office in front of him, gently tapped the table in front of him, and said sinisterly, "Mr. President, our Secretary of Defense will be back soon. Are you sure he is your supporter? According to the Federal Constitution's order of succession, he is right below you. Do you need me to..."
Francis Underwood glanced at Tang Song and said helplessly, "Raman, he is my person. I still need his support to secure this position."
"Understood, understood. Power comes from the barrel of a gun!"
That night.
Nearly a hundred Secret Service vehicles surrounded a luxury Western food restaurant.
Amidst the terrified shouts of the restaurant manager, a large group of Special Forces soldiers wearing the uniforms of the directly subordinate military police blew open the restaurant's walls and filed in.
Dozens of Secret Service Agents followed closely Behind Kane with excited smiles, crowding around him as they rushed into the chaotic restaurant.
Kicking away a dining table in front of him, Kane walked to a table by the window under the terrified gazes of dozens of Diners in the restaurant, and saluted a Middle-aged Man sitting at the table: "Excuse me, Major General Lawrence, please cooperate with me and leave here quietly, okay?"
Major General Lawrence, the commander of the Second Brigade of the Washington National Guard, had a purple, swollen face. He glared at Kane.
"Who are you? What right do you have to arrest me!?"
"Mr. Stark, what exactly happened inside the State Guest House? Did someone detonate a bomb?"
General Ross walked directly up to Tony Stark and questioned him.
"It wasn't a bomb, there were no signs of an explosion. The entire hotel suddenly collapsed!" Tony Stark's Iron Suit / Armor faceplate opened, and he looked down at Pepper's face, still showing some lingering fear.
Tony Stark coming out of the hotel alive seemed to give everyone confidence.
They felt that there might still be living people under the hotel Ruins!
Under the command of General Ross, everyone, including Tony Stark, joined the rescue effort.
However, as one corpse after another was carried out, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom, especially when the corpse of the Federal President appeared.
A deathly silent atmosphere permeated the air.
Tang Song sighed, threw the stone in his hand onto the Ground, and cursed loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Shit! Hydra, the nanite bomb deployed by those terrorists destroyed the structure of the hotel! They killed Mr. President!"
Tang Song's words seemed to arouse the indignation of the surrounding Soldiers, and even General Ross looked furious.
Of course, Tang Song added some small tricks to manipulate hearts and boost morale in his pronunciation.
The scapegoat is always innocent, but who can prove their innocence? Several television station interview vehicles weakly drove through the Street Block, followed by several Secret Service vehicles escorting them back to their respective units.
The large movements of the military and police, coupled with the previous explosion and vibration, shook the entire Washington. Excited reporters rushed towards the White House, wanting to get the first-hand news, but they were driven back by FBI Agents from afar.
More than a dozen interview helicopters slowly returned, and more than thirty directly subordinate military attack helicopters monitored them from behind, not giving them a chance to approach the scene.
Tang Song, with gauze wrapped around his hands, sat in a military helicopter, accompanying the newly appointed Federal President, Francis Underwood. Escorted by a large number of Apache attack helicopters, they flew past an interview helicopter.
The ventilation window of that helicopter was open, and Tang Song's hearing, which was hundreds of times sharper than that of ordinary people, clearly captured the complaint of a Reporter inside.
"News blackout, oh my god, I haven't gotten a single headline this month, my salary.
My bonus, damn it!"
He smiled, Tang Song shook his head. Escorted by dozens of Apache attack helicopters, Francis Underwood, the freshly minted Federal President, arrived at the entrance of The Pentagon.
At this time, in the Federal Pentagon, countless staff from vital point departments were scurrying around inside the building like mice whose nest had been blown up.
The Federal President was assassinated, and many Federal High-level Staff and top tycoons were also killed. This matter was simply too heinous and had too great an influence.
The security strength at The Pentagon was now more than ten times the usual. Dozens of heavy tanks were openly parked in front of the entrance of The Pentagon.
Above, the roar of fighter jets could be faintly heard, indicating that fighter jets were circling above the clouds over The Pentagon.
After undergoing strict questioning and identity verification by several guards, Tang Song leisurely followed Behind Francis Underwood and walked into The Pentagon Headquarters.
………
Inside the Department of Defense Office in The Pentagon, Tang Song said indignantly to Francis:
"These damned terrorists are truly despicable, daring to attack the Federal President. The former President's Secret Service Bodyguards were also incompetent, they couldn't even protect the President!"
Francis, who had just finished dealing with a pile of matters, stared intently at Tang Song.
Everything had gone smoothly, except for this inexplicable guy who suddenly appeared. Damn it, how did he know his plan, and how much data/information did he have in his hands? However, thinking of the extraordinary methods Tang Song had displayed, Francis asked in a gentle tone:
"Tang, do you have any suggestions?"
Tang Song smiled and said, "I think those terrorists definitely won't stop there. For your safety, President, I think you need a Security force with excellent strength!"
"I have a team of retired Soldiers from the former German Black Devil Special Forces under me. Their Cobra Commander is a very good soldier. I think he can be competent for the position of your Secret Service Director!"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Francis's complexion became extremely gloomy. However, seeing Tang Song's expression, he fiercely swallowed his resentment.
"This is impossible. The position of Secret Service Director cannot be given to a foreigner. This concerns the personal safety of many government officials in the Federation, and they will not agree!"
Tang Song smiled endlessly: "Mr. Kane has a Federal Passport and is a genuine Federation Person. If you discriminate against German immigrants, be careful, someone might be protesting with signs against immigrant discrimination on this street tomorrow."
Francis said frankly: "Tang, the position of Secret Service Director cannot be given to an outsider! It concerns my own safety! Even you are no exception!"
Tang Song laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Kane is only temporarily filling the role for a few months. With our friendship, I need to protect your safety! I don't want my Partner to die unexpectedly, that's all!"
Francis looked at Tang Song with an untrusting gaze. Tang Song snorted coldly: "Of course, I also have some small personal interests. Mr. Kane is the President of Tang Security Company. A president who has served as the Director of the Secret Service will naturally find it easier to do business in the Federation.
Honestly, Mr. President, you really need to pay attention to protecting your own safety. That's Hydra—" Tang Song leaned forward slightly, slowed his tone, and reminded Francis word by word.
Hydra, Francis Underwood thought of the second wave of terrorist attack.
He was silent for a long time before nodding and saying, "One month. The Mr. Kane you recommended will temporarily serve as the Director of the Secret Service. After one month, there will be a successor."
"One month is enough!" Tang Song nodded, looked around the office in front of him, gently tapped the table in front of him, and said sinisterly, "Mr. President, our Secretary of Defense will be back soon. Are you sure he is your supporter? According to the Federal Constitution's order of succession, he is right below you. Do you need me to..."
Francis Underwood glanced at Tang Song and said helplessly, "Raman, he is my person. I still need his support to secure this position."
"Understood, understood. Power comes from the barrel of a gun!"
That night.
Nearly a hundred Secret Service vehicles surrounded a luxury Western food restaurant.
Amidst the terrified shouts of the restaurant manager, a large group of Special Forces soldiers wearing the uniforms of the directly subordinate military police blew open the restaurant's walls and filed in.
Dozens of Secret Service Agents followed closely Behind Kane with excited smiles, crowding around him as they rushed into the chaotic restaurant.
Kicking away a dining table in front of him, Kane walked to a table by the window under the terrified gazes of dozens of Diners in the restaurant, and saluted a Middle-aged Man sitting at the table: "Excuse me, Major General Lawrence, please cooperate with me and leave here quietly, okay?"
Major General Lawrence, the commander of the Second Brigade of the Washington National Guard, had a purple, swollen face. He glared at Kane.
"Who are you? What right do you have to arrest me!?"
