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Chapter 388
chapter 0198 part 3
"Okay, I'll help you!" Tang Song's cheerful voice suddenly came from the silent phone call: "It's really annoying dealing with these Agent, but, Tony, remember, I'm doing this purely for the sake of our friendship—"
"Tang, I owe you a personal favor!"
Ending the call with Tony Stark,
Tang Song watched the group of Men in Black wearing S.H.I.E.L.D. badges knocking on car windows with their identification, one car at a time. They soon reached the front of the motorcade.
"Hello, sir! We are Intelligence Personnel belonging to the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). We need you to provide your identity information!"
Tang looked at the middle-aged Agent in front of him.
"Provide identity information? Is this for signing a Non-disclosure Agreement (NDA), or something else? Was that woman just now a foreign spy?"
The middle-aged Agent had a poker face, strictly business, but seeing the group of armed Bodyguard beside Tang Song's car, his tone softened considerably.
"This involves national security. No comment, sir!"
…………
New York, Tang Manor. This Manor possessed an Eastern ancient charm.
Small bridges and flowing water, scattered rockeries, subtly making one feel as if they were in a Suzhou garden.
Key points throughout the Manor were filled with Big man in Suits with bulging waistlines.
In the Reception Hall, there was top-quality Bi Luo Chun tea. The tea infusion was fragrant, and several plates of dried fruits and pastries were placed on the Low Table.
Matt Murdock rubbed his slightly bulging stomach from drinking tea. His face under his sunglasses looked at Frank, who was seated beside him, with suspicion.
"Matt, it's almost noon. If Mr. Tang is really busy, we can visit again tomorrow!"
"Matt, Boss just sent word that there was a violent attack on Fifth Avenue, and Boss's motorcade is stuck in traffic. Boss called and asked the kitchen to prepare a feast!"
Frank, who had just gone out, raised his tea cup, using tea instead of wine to express his apologies to Matt Murdock.
Matt Murdock was about to say something.
Deadpool, who was gulping down cola beside him, his eyes lit up, "Feast? Great, what are we eating for lunch?"
Matt Murdock "looked" at Deadpool helplessly and said nothing more.
Having been active on the streets of New York for the past few years, no one understood the strength of Tang Song, this New York Underground Emperor, better than Matt Murdock.
Compared to Kingpin, who used to bare his fangs and flaunt his muscle, this new Emperor of the Underworld was more like a Dragon lurking in the water.
He had witnessed the strength of Tang Song's Cleaner. They were no less capable than ordinary Special Forces, plus Tactical Expert like Frank.
If they could truly Persuade Tang Song to help them deal with Hydra, it would undoubtedly be a great assistance to Natasha Romanoff and the others.
At noon, the chef at the Manor served Chinese dishes like Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions and Eight Treasure Duck.
Frank even specially took out a jar of yellow wine from Tang Song's Wine Cellar to entertain Matt, his "comrade-in-arms" with whom he had fought side by side before. "This wine is called Daughter Red Wine, a kind of Rice Wine brewed by common folk in the East. This wine originates from a custom in a region of the East.
Families with daughters would brew a jar of wine when their daughter was one year old and bury it in the courtyard. When the daughter gets married, they would dig up this jar of wine to entertain friends, so it's called Daughter Red Wine!"
Frank showed off the knowledge he had just learned from his Chinese Master two days ago. For this, he even specifically said this passage in Chinese.
Matt Murdock felt the mellow aroma of the yellow wine in his cup, while Deadpool beside him had already started tearing off a duck leg from the Eight Treasure Duck and devouring it.
On the rooftop of an ordinary apartment building, Agent Hill was bare-chested, opening a medical kit, enduring the pain to treat the wounds on her body. The alcohol stung the wounds, making Agent Hill clench her silver teeth.
This was a Safe House she managed, known only to herself.
Intelligence Department, it seemed every elite Agent would have such a Secret Stronghold known only to themselves.
But Hill didn't expect that one day, she would use this Safe House to hide from her colleagues who were chasing her.
After treating and bandaging her wounds, she made herself a cup of coffee, then opened the Armory under the sofa to replenish her ammunition.
She had exposed her whereabouts, so she couldn't stay in New York and needed to leave quickly. As she filled the magazine with bullets, she thought about how to leave, completely unaware that someone was sitting in her Living Room, drinking tea and admiring her heroic posture of loading bullets.
"Director, I've escaped their tracking, but this Safe House shouldn't be safe for long!"
After filling her firearms magazines, Agent Hill activated her secret communication device to contact Nick Fury.
"Go find Tang Song. Tony has already talked to him. He will provide you with Sanctuary. After the commotion passes, don't stay in New York. Return to Base!"
In the Secret Base in New Mexico, the supposedly dead Nick Fury held the phone, looking at the blue-glowing cube inside the protective shield.
This Base was one of his Safe House. Although using a Base as a Safe House sounded a bit extravagant.
But Nick Fury hadn't been S.H.I.E.L.D. Director for so many years for nothing. After realizing there was a problem within S.H.I.E.L.D., he secretly transferred a portion of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s important supplies to his private Safe House, like this Cosmic Cube.
This was also the reason Director Alexander Pierce was relentlessly pursuing his former subordinates.
The naive Director Pierce thought that Hill and Black Widow's group had stolen the Cosmic Cube and a pile of containment objects after Nick Fury's death.
"Tang, find him!" Hill frowned. Boss Tang's performance on Fifth Avenue had left her with a very bad impression.
Especially when Tang Song pointed the shotgun at her, Hill, who had studied micro-expressions, was certain that the guy would actually shoot.
"Tang Song is the biggest Leader in the Underworld in New York, even the entire Federation. His Intelligence Network and the resources he can mobilize are what we need most right now.
Get close to him, Hill. Hydra's strength is too great. We need to win over every possible strength we can use now. Natasha Romanoff has already sent Matt to contact him. I need you to cooperate with him to win Tang over!"
"Yes, Officer!" Although Agent Hill was somewhat reluctant, she still accepted the order.
"Natasha Romanoff and Storm have gone to Wakanda with T'Challa. I don't have enough manpower on hand right now. When Agent Barton recovers, I'll send him to reinforce you!"
"I can handle it myself, Officer!"
……………
Sofa, Low Table, with a few potted pine and cypress trees nearby.
Tang Song sat on the sofa, holding a cup of green tea, watching from the moment Hill treated her wounds until she prepared her bullets and contacted Nick Fury.
Hearing Nick Fury tell Hill to win him over, Tang Song swirled the tea in his cup, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
(End of chapter)
"Okay, I'll help you!" Tang Song's cheerful voice suddenly came from the silent phone call: "It's really annoying dealing with these Agent, but, Tony, remember, I'm doing this purely for the sake of our friendship—"
"Tang, I owe you a personal favor!"
Ending the call with Tony Stark,
Tang Song watched the group of Men in Black wearing S.H.I.E.L.D. badges knocking on car windows with their identification, one car at a time. They soon reached the front of the motorcade.
"Hello, sir! We are Intelligence Personnel belonging to the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). We need you to provide your identity information!"
Tang looked at the middle-aged Agent in front of him.
"Provide identity information? Is this for signing a Non-disclosure Agreement (NDA), or something else? Was that woman just now a foreign spy?"
The middle-aged Agent had a poker face, strictly business, but seeing the group of armed Bodyguard beside Tang Song's car, his tone softened considerably.
"This involves national security. No comment, sir!"
…………
New York, Tang Manor. This Manor possessed an Eastern ancient charm.
Small bridges and flowing water, scattered rockeries, subtly making one feel as if they were in a Suzhou garden.
Key points throughout the Manor were filled with Big man in Suits with bulging waistlines.
In the Reception Hall, there was top-quality Bi Luo Chun tea. The tea infusion was fragrant, and several plates of dried fruits and pastries were placed on the Low Table.
Matt Murdock rubbed his slightly bulging stomach from drinking tea. His face under his sunglasses looked at Frank, who was seated beside him, with suspicion.
"Matt, it's almost noon. If Mr. Tang is really busy, we can visit again tomorrow!"
"Matt, Boss just sent word that there was a violent attack on Fifth Avenue, and Boss's motorcade is stuck in traffic. Boss called and asked the kitchen to prepare a feast!"
Frank, who had just gone out, raised his tea cup, using tea instead of wine to express his apologies to Matt Murdock.
Matt Murdock was about to say something.
Deadpool, who was gulping down cola beside him, his eyes lit up, "Feast? Great, what are we eating for lunch?"
Matt Murdock "looked" at Deadpool helplessly and said nothing more.
Having been active on the streets of New York for the past few years, no one understood the strength of Tang Song, this New York Underground Emperor, better than Matt Murdock.
Compared to Kingpin, who used to bare his fangs and flaunt his muscle, this new Emperor of the Underworld was more like a Dragon lurking in the water.
He had witnessed the strength of Tang Song's Cleaner. They were no less capable than ordinary Special Forces, plus Tactical Expert like Frank.
If they could truly Persuade Tang Song to help them deal with Hydra, it would undoubtedly be a great assistance to Natasha Romanoff and the others.
At noon, the chef at the Manor served Chinese dishes like Braised Sea Cucumber with Scallions and Eight Treasure Duck.
Frank even specially took out a jar of yellow wine from Tang Song's Wine Cellar to entertain Matt, his "comrade-in-arms" with whom he had fought side by side before. "This wine is called Daughter Red Wine, a kind of Rice Wine brewed by common folk in the East. This wine originates from a custom in a region of the East.
Families with daughters would brew a jar of wine when their daughter was one year old and bury it in the courtyard. When the daughter gets married, they would dig up this jar of wine to entertain friends, so it's called Daughter Red Wine!"
Frank showed off the knowledge he had just learned from his Chinese Master two days ago. For this, he even specifically said this passage in Chinese.
Matt Murdock felt the mellow aroma of the yellow wine in his cup, while Deadpool beside him had already started tearing off a duck leg from the Eight Treasure Duck and devouring it.
On the rooftop of an ordinary apartment building, Agent Hill was bare-chested, opening a medical kit, enduring the pain to treat the wounds on her body. The alcohol stung the wounds, making Agent Hill clench her silver teeth.
This was a Safe House she managed, known only to herself.
Intelligence Department, it seemed every elite Agent would have such a Secret Stronghold known only to themselves.
But Hill didn't expect that one day, she would use this Safe House to hide from her colleagues who were chasing her.
After treating and bandaging her wounds, she made herself a cup of coffee, then opened the Armory under the sofa to replenish her ammunition.
She had exposed her whereabouts, so she couldn't stay in New York and needed to leave quickly. As she filled the magazine with bullets, she thought about how to leave, completely unaware that someone was sitting in her Living Room, drinking tea and admiring her heroic posture of loading bullets.
"Director, I've escaped their tracking, but this Safe House shouldn't be safe for long!"
After filling her firearms magazines, Agent Hill activated her secret communication device to contact Nick Fury.
"Go find Tang Song. Tony has already talked to him. He will provide you with Sanctuary. After the commotion passes, don't stay in New York. Return to Base!"
In the Secret Base in New Mexico, the supposedly dead Nick Fury held the phone, looking at the blue-glowing cube inside the protective shield.
This Base was one of his Safe House. Although using a Base as a Safe House sounded a bit extravagant.
But Nick Fury hadn't been S.H.I.E.L.D. Director for so many years for nothing. After realizing there was a problem within S.H.I.E.L.D., he secretly transferred a portion of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s important supplies to his private Safe House, like this Cosmic Cube.
This was also the reason Director Alexander Pierce was relentlessly pursuing his former subordinates.
The naive Director Pierce thought that Hill and Black Widow's group had stolen the Cosmic Cube and a pile of containment objects after Nick Fury's death.
"Tang, find him!" Hill frowned. Boss Tang's performance on Fifth Avenue had left her with a very bad impression.
Especially when Tang Song pointed the shotgun at her, Hill, who had studied micro-expressions, was certain that the guy would actually shoot.
"Tang Song is the biggest Leader in the Underworld in New York, even the entire Federation. His Intelligence Network and the resources he can mobilize are what we need most right now.
Get close to him, Hill. Hydra's strength is too great. We need to win over every possible strength we can use now. Natasha Romanoff has already sent Matt to contact him. I need you to cooperate with him to win Tang over!"
"Yes, Officer!" Although Agent Hill was somewhat reluctant, she still accepted the order.
"Natasha Romanoff and Storm have gone to Wakanda with T'Challa. I don't have enough manpower on hand right now. When Agent Barton recovers, I'll send him to reinforce you!"
"I can handle it myself, Officer!"
……………
Sofa, Low Table, with a few potted pine and cypress trees nearby.
Tang Song sat on the sofa, holding a cup of green tea, watching from the moment Hill treated her wounds until she prepared her bullets and contacted Nick Fury.
Hearing Nick Fury tell Hill to win him over, Tang Song swirled the tea in his cup, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
(End of chapter)
