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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0199_part_01
Chapter 389
chapter 0199 part 1
Chapter 198: Control, The Movie
Having been hungry for a long time, she was preparing to go to the kitchen to prepare some compressed biscuits and eat some canned food.
*Ding*, a crisp sound of a teacup hitting glass rang out behind her. In the silent environment, it reached her ears like a clap of thunder.
Hill performed a forward roll, her steps light and agile like a Raccoon Dog. Almost in the blink of an eye, she reached the table where her handgun was placed, grabbed the black pistol with a newly inserted magazine from the table, and quickly turned around, pointing it behind her.
"It's you!"
Hill had prepared for the worst, but she didn't expect the person sitting on the Living Room Sofa when she pointed the handgun was not Hydra, as she had imagined.
"Hmm, worthy of being a Senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Your skills and reactions are quite good! Interested in working for me?"
Tang Song completely ignored the muzzle pointed at him. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed into the window, illuminating the dark Room.
Hill glanced out of the corner of her eye at the cup of steaming tea Tang Song had placed on the table. What made her scalp crawl was that,
Not only had Tang Song found her hidden Safe House, but when he snuck into this Safe House, the warning devices she had set up had all lost their effect. She didn't even know how long Tang Song had been in the Room.
"The Room needs more sunlight, otherwise it gets damp, which isn't good for your body!"
Tang Song spread his hands and enjoyed the sunlight for a moment, then walked back to the sofa and sat down again. He placed his hand on the sofa armrest and tapped it with his index finger.
"Nick Fury is still alive? Just as I guessed. That's the problem with you Agents, you live like rats in a gutter!"
"We are working to maintain world peace and stability, and combat terrorists. On the contrary, Mr. Tang, your criminal record at S.H.I.E.L.D. stacked up is a meter high!"
Agent Hill stared at Tang Song. The sunlight outside the glass window shone on Tang Song, as if scattering crushed gold on him. Agent Hill was momentarily lost in thought. She lowered the hand holding the gun and couldn't help but retort.
"Maintaining world peace, combating terrorists!" Tang Song seemed to have heard something particularly funny. He covered his stomach and laughed heartily.
"Ms. Hill, you, a Senior Agent combating terrorists, are now being chased everywhere by a group of terrorists, and you have to ask me, a criminal, for help?!"
"Oh, right, the title of criminal was forced upon me by you. Insulting and slandering a Councillor of the Federation's Senate, I have the right to directly sue S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Believe me, if we go to court, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely lose!"
After laughing enough, Tang Song got up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go!"
"Where?" A hint of wariness flashed in Agent Hill's eyes.
Tang Song stretched, gave her a sidelong glance, and walked towards the entrance on his own: "Naturally, come home with me. Didn't your Director tell you to win me over?"
Hill looked at Tang Song's back with some hesitation. After a moment of deliberation, she got up and followed him.
Downstairs from the apartment building, a pure black Rolls-Royce was parked by the Road, guarded by two Black-clothed Bodyguards with bulging waistlines.
Hill had chosen this Safe House in a civilian Community with high foot traffic, precisely to conceal her whereabouts.
A civilian Community with high foot traffic can indeed conceal traces and cause trouble for trackers, but the security in such places is often not good.
A top-tier luxury car worth several million appeared in the Community, immediately attracting the attention of many people.
Among them were many gang members. Their gazes were secretive as they stared at the Rolls-Royce. A luxury car worth several million US Dollars, if they could get their hands on it and resell it, they could get at least hundreds of thousands.
Moreover, this wasn't a Wealthy District, there were no patrol officers patrolling constantly...
Although there were a few Bodyguards who seemed to be carrying guns.
However, in the Federation, it was as if everyone had guns.
Soon, a small Gang in this Community couldn't resist.
Calling it a small Gang, it was actually just a few thugs gathered together, usually extorting nearby stores and engaging in zero-dollar shopping (looting).
A Black Person thug with a large gold chain of unknown authenticity around his neck and dreadlocks, made hip-hop hand gestures with both hands as he walked past the front of the Rolls-Royce.
He seemed to inadvertently scan the bulging waistlines of the two Black-clothed Bodyguards and blew a melodious whistle.
Hearing his whistle, several thugs not far away showed joy in their eyes—
The whistles of their small Gang had specific meanings. The meaning of the whistle just now was that these Bodyguards were not carrying heavy firepower.
A Big man Black Person, at the signal of his companions, quietly opened the car door of the dilapidated pickup truck beside him and reached for the Uzi submachine gun.
The dreadlocks Black Person thug's gaze swept over the Spirit of Ecstasy, which was said to be worth tens of thousands of US Dollars, wondering if the thing was made of pure gold.
His gaze dropped down and he saw a familiar New York license plate number! Seeing the license plate number that he only heard about when bragging, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, looked again, and after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, he suddenly turned back in terror and blew his whistle desperately towards the back.
"Whoosh whoosh—"
Hearing a sudden sharp and urgent whistle, the Black Big man who was reaching for the gun stopped his action and turned back somewhat blankly to look at his companions.
The few thugs gathered together also looked at their companion with an ugly complexion, feeling somewhat confused.
The dreadlocks young man's complexion was extremely ugly. He stumbled back, came to his companions, and without a word, wanted to pull them away.
"Mike, are you stupid? It's rare for such a fat sheep to appear on our Territory. The patrol police won't come for another two hours. We have enough time to deal with these Bodyguards and sell the car!"
A thug with an unknown cigarette butt in his mouth, smoking until his eyes were a bit hazy, said: "Are you worried about retaliation from these rich guys? If we sell the car, each of us can get tens of thousands of US Dollars. Then we'll find a place to hide for a while, and they won't find us."
As if to increase his ability to persuade, the thug directly reached behind his back, intending to pull out the handgun tucked into his waist.
His voice was loud, even attracting the attention of the two Bodyguards beside the Rolls-Royce.
Mike, the dreadlocks thug, whose naturally black face was scared pale, directly stepped forward and pressed down his companion's right hand that was trying to draw the gun.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a folding knife from his chest and directly stabbed it into his kidney.
"Fuck!"
"Oh My God, Mike, are you crazy!"
"Fuck!"
The thug who was smoking drugs touched his waist, raised his hand, looked at his bloody hand, and looked at this good friend from everyday life with disbelief.
"Do you know whose car that is? That's Tang..." Mike deliberately lowered his volume for the last sentence, but as soon as he spoke, the few thugs who were screaming in surprise immediately fell silent as if their necks had been slit.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
The few thugs silently surrounded Mike and the unlucky guy. The circle of people quickly produced the sound of sharp blades stabbing into bodies.
The two Bodyguards glanced at the obvious Gang feud here and didn't pay much attention.
"The Community you chose is quite lively!"
Tang Song walked in front, leaning on his cane. Hill silently followed behind him. A Black-clothed Bodyguard immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for Boss Tang.
Before getting into the car, Tang Song inadvertently turned his head and looked at the group of thugs staring over from a distance.
When the few thugs watching this side met Tang Song's gaze, they were instantly scared pale. They all showed a fawning smile towards Tang Song.
Tang Song smiled, gestured to Hill, and got directly into the car.
After the two were seated, a Black-clothed Bodyguard closed the car door for Boss Tang and sat in the front passenger seat.
Chapter 198: Control, The Movie
Having been hungry for a long time, she was preparing to go to the kitchen to prepare some compressed biscuits and eat some canned food.
*Ding*, a crisp sound of a teacup hitting glass rang out behind her. In the silent environment, it reached her ears like a clap of thunder.
Hill performed a forward roll, her steps light and agile like a Raccoon Dog. Almost in the blink of an eye, she reached the table where her handgun was placed, grabbed the black pistol with a newly inserted magazine from the table, and quickly turned around, pointing it behind her.
"It's you!"
Hill had prepared for the worst, but she didn't expect the person sitting on the Living Room Sofa when she pointed the handgun was not Hydra, as she had imagined.
"Hmm, worthy of being a Senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Your skills and reactions are quite good! Interested in working for me?"
Tang Song completely ignored the muzzle pointed at him. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed into the window, illuminating the dark Room.
Hill glanced out of the corner of her eye at the cup of steaming tea Tang Song had placed on the table. What made her scalp crawl was that,
Not only had Tang Song found her hidden Safe House, but when he snuck into this Safe House, the warning devices she had set up had all lost their effect. She didn't even know how long Tang Song had been in the Room.
"The Room needs more sunlight, otherwise it gets damp, which isn't good for your body!"
Tang Song spread his hands and enjoyed the sunlight for a moment, then walked back to the sofa and sat down again. He placed his hand on the sofa armrest and tapped it with his index finger.
"Nick Fury is still alive? Just as I guessed. That's the problem with you Agents, you live like rats in a gutter!"
"We are working to maintain world peace and stability, and combat terrorists. On the contrary, Mr. Tang, your criminal record at S.H.I.E.L.D. stacked up is a meter high!"
Agent Hill stared at Tang Song. The sunlight outside the glass window shone on Tang Song, as if scattering crushed gold on him. Agent Hill was momentarily lost in thought. She lowered the hand holding the gun and couldn't help but retort.
"Maintaining world peace, combating terrorists!" Tang Song seemed to have heard something particularly funny. He covered his stomach and laughed heartily.
"Ms. Hill, you, a Senior Agent combating terrorists, are now being chased everywhere by a group of terrorists, and you have to ask me, a criminal, for help?!"
"Oh, right, the title of criminal was forced upon me by you. Insulting and slandering a Councillor of the Federation's Senate, I have the right to directly sue S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Believe me, if we go to court, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely lose!"
After laughing enough, Tang Song got up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go!"
"Where?" A hint of wariness flashed in Agent Hill's eyes.
Tang Song stretched, gave her a sidelong glance, and walked towards the entrance on his own: "Naturally, come home with me. Didn't your Director tell you to win me over?"
Hill looked at Tang Song's back with some hesitation. After a moment of deliberation, she got up and followed him.
Downstairs from the apartment building, a pure black Rolls-Royce was parked by the Road, guarded by two Black-clothed Bodyguards with bulging waistlines.
Hill had chosen this Safe House in a civilian Community with high foot traffic, precisely to conceal her whereabouts.
A civilian Community with high foot traffic can indeed conceal traces and cause trouble for trackers, but the security in such places is often not good.
A top-tier luxury car worth several million appeared in the Community, immediately attracting the attention of many people.
Among them were many gang members. Their gazes were secretive as they stared at the Rolls-Royce. A luxury car worth several million US Dollars, if they could get their hands on it and resell it, they could get at least hundreds of thousands.
Moreover, this wasn't a Wealthy District, there were no patrol officers patrolling constantly...
Although there were a few Bodyguards who seemed to be carrying guns.
However, in the Federation, it was as if everyone had guns.
Soon, a small Gang in this Community couldn't resist.
Calling it a small Gang, it was actually just a few thugs gathered together, usually extorting nearby stores and engaging in zero-dollar shopping (looting).
A Black Person thug with a large gold chain of unknown authenticity around his neck and dreadlocks, made hip-hop hand gestures with both hands as he walked past the front of the Rolls-Royce.
He seemed to inadvertently scan the bulging waistlines of the two Black-clothed Bodyguards and blew a melodious whistle.
Hearing his whistle, several thugs not far away showed joy in their eyes—
The whistles of their small Gang had specific meanings. The meaning of the whistle just now was that these Bodyguards were not carrying heavy firepower.
A Big man Black Person, at the signal of his companions, quietly opened the car door of the dilapidated pickup truck beside him and reached for the Uzi submachine gun.
The dreadlocks Black Person thug's gaze swept over the Spirit of Ecstasy, which was said to be worth tens of thousands of US Dollars, wondering if the thing was made of pure gold.
His gaze dropped down and he saw a familiar New York license plate number! Seeing the license plate number that he only heard about when bragging, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, looked again, and after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, he suddenly turned back in terror and blew his whistle desperately towards the back.
"Whoosh whoosh—"
Hearing a sudden sharp and urgent whistle, the Black Big man who was reaching for the gun stopped his action and turned back somewhat blankly to look at his companions.
The few thugs gathered together also looked at their companion with an ugly complexion, feeling somewhat confused.
The dreadlocks young man's complexion was extremely ugly. He stumbled back, came to his companions, and without a word, wanted to pull them away.
"Mike, are you stupid? It's rare for such a fat sheep to appear on our Territory. The patrol police won't come for another two hours. We have enough time to deal with these Bodyguards and sell the car!"
A thug with an unknown cigarette butt in his mouth, smoking until his eyes were a bit hazy, said: "Are you worried about retaliation from these rich guys? If we sell the car, each of us can get tens of thousands of US Dollars. Then we'll find a place to hide for a while, and they won't find us."
As if to increase his ability to persuade, the thug directly reached behind his back, intending to pull out the handgun tucked into his waist.
His voice was loud, even attracting the attention of the two Bodyguards beside the Rolls-Royce.
Mike, the dreadlocks thug, whose naturally black face was scared pale, directly stepped forward and pressed down his companion's right hand that was trying to draw the gun.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a folding knife from his chest and directly stabbed it into his kidney.
"Fuck!"
"Oh My God, Mike, are you crazy!"
"Fuck!"
The thug who was smoking drugs touched his waist, raised his hand, looked at his bloody hand, and looked at this good friend from everyday life with disbelief.
"Do you know whose car that is? That's Tang..." Mike deliberately lowered his volume for the last sentence, but as soon as he spoke, the few thugs who were screaming in surprise immediately fell silent as if their necks had been slit.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
The few thugs silently surrounded Mike and the unlucky guy. The circle of people quickly produced the sound of sharp blades stabbing into bodies.
The two Bodyguards glanced at the obvious Gang feud here and didn't pay much attention.
"The Community you chose is quite lively!"
Tang Song walked in front, leaning on his cane. Hill silently followed behind him. A Black-clothed Bodyguard immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for Boss Tang.
Before getting into the car, Tang Song inadvertently turned his head and looked at the group of thugs staring over from a distance.
When the few thugs watching this side met Tang Song's gaze, they were instantly scared pale. They all showed a fawning smile towards Tang Song.
Tang Song smiled, gestured to Hill, and got directly into the car.
After the two were seated, a Black-clothed Bodyguard closed the car door for Boss Tang and sat in the front passenger seat.
