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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0199_part_02
Chapter 390
chapter 0199 part 2
The Rolls-Royce started up and drove straight away.
Watching the Rolls-Royce drive away, the few thugs immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, feeling as if they had escaped death.
Inside the spacious Rolls-Royce,
Tang Song took out two silver plates covered with silver covers from the small refrigerator. He opened the silver covers, revealing two exquisitely shaped dessert cakes inside.
"It's already past noon, let's eat something to fill our stomachs first!"
Tang Song pressed a button beside the Rolls-Royce seat, and a small table rose between him and Hill. Tang Song placed the two desserts on it, then took out two sets of plastic cutlery and handed one set to the small table in front of Hill.
Tang Song picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake himself, picking up a piece and putting it into his mouth.
The chocolate cream cake, coated in chocolate and filled with almonds and jam, was made by a Michelin Three-Star Chef. It was fragrant but not greasy.
Tang Song didn't like eating sweets, but the taste was indeed good.
Hill held the knife and fork and looked at the exquisite cake in front of her. Although she was starving, she had no intention of eating it.
She stared at Tang Song and asked with some doubt:
"Why did your attitude change so quickly? On Fifth Avenue, you clearly didn't want to help me!?"
Tang Song put a piece of cake into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the sweetness of the cake, and looked up at Hill: "You don't understand this? Your behavior on Fifth Avenue was like a drowning person trying to pull me, an innocent passerby standing on the shore, into the water..."
"Although I can swim, it doesn't mean I like being pulled into the water...
Voluntarily jumping into the water and being pulled into the water are two different matters!"
"This time I plan to help you because Tony exchanged a favor for it. Iron Man's favor is worth me extending a bamboo pole to you who is in the water! That's all!"
Tang Song's explanation was very thorough and clear, but listening to this explanation, Hill felt a faint discomfort in her heart.
However, as a seasoned Agent, Hill quickly controlled her emotions.
"I was presumptuous on Fifth Avenue this morning, Mr. Tang!"
Hill picked up her knife and fork and cut the cake in front of her, expressing her apology to Tang Song with a sincere expression.
"It's nothing!" Tang Song smiled.
Hill hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Tang, you should have heard what Director Fury and I said. Do you have any thoughts?"
"Thoughts? You want me to help S.H.I.E.L.D deal with Hydra!?"
Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took a paper towel from the napkin box, and wiped his mouth.
"This is not a Pond. Tony Stark's face is not enough for me to wade into this muddy water. Moreover, this is no longer muddy water, it's a complete quagmire, a Swampland, but..."
Tang Song's face showed a wrinkled expression of distaste.
He extended his finger and tapped the table in front of him: "The reason Alaskan crab fishermen risk their lives fighting in the waves is because King Crab can bring them generous revenue! Enough for them to support their families!"
"Nick Fury isn't thinking of just using empty words to make me contribute money and manpower to help him, is he?"
Tang Song looked at Hill with a half-smile, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
"Or are you planning to use the Honey Trap on me, as Nick Fury suggested?!"
"What? Tang, you've misunderstood. What Honey Trap? You might have some misunderstanding?" Hill's hand tightened around the knife and fork, and her voice rose a few degrees.
"The Director just wants me to persuade you as much as possible..."
"That's best," Tang Song shook his head and smiled: "Agent Hill, you are very beautiful. To describe it in our Eastern terms, you are heroic and spirited!"
"However, the Honey Trap style doesn't really suit you. Agent Natasha is quite suitable for this style?" "You like Natasha Romanoff?" Hill asked.
"Not really. Compared to the charming Black Widow, I appreciate women like you more. But no matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot be equated with interests!"
"Mr. Tang, what conditions will make you stand on our side?"
Listening to Tang Song's blunt words, Agent Hill's expression became serious.
Agent Hill was not a vase. On the contrary, within S.H.I.E.L.D., her position was second only to Nick Fury, and she was Nick Fury's capable assistant.
Hill had the final say on many matters within S.H.I.E.L.D.
She understood how much S.H.I.E.L.D. needed Tang Song as an external helper right now.
This was something that one or a few Superheroes couldn't compare to.
Aside from Tony Stark, the Avengers might have extraordinary abilities, but they were only good at destruction.
But this man in front of her was different. He possessed a vast influence.
Even if they couldn't eliminate Hydra for a while, relying on Tang Song's influence could keep the situation from becoming too bad.
Not to mention the Sacred Shield Brotherhood behind Tang Song. If they could gain their support, then...
A sharp gleam flashed in Hill's eyes.
"Director Nick Fury sacrificed himself, aren't you interested in taking over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!?"
Listening to Tang Song's words, Hill's face showed a startled expression.
She didn't quite understand what Tang Song meant by saying this.
She didn't believe Tang Song hadn't heard her conversation with the Director in the Safe House.
And he had personally mentioned the Director's fake death.
What did he mean by saying this now?
Her taking over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. from Director Fury.
Are you kidding? The current S.H.I.E.L.D. was a Hydra Lair. She had just managed to get out, why would she go back?
Countless thoughts flashed through Hill's mind, but her face remained calm.
But what was the true intention of this man saying this?
"Just kidding, Agent Hill. Please tell Director Fury that I am interested in supernatural items. If he can offer something that moves me, I don't mind providing you with help!"
Tang Song said his requirement with a smile, placing his hand on Hill's shoulder.
Hill felt as if she had been electrocuted. Feeling the warmth in Tang Song's palm, she had the sensation of being wrapped by a green anaconda, causing her whole body to shiver.
"Supernatural Items, Mr. Tang, I will tell Director Fury!"
Hill tried hard to calm her tone and said calmly.
Tang Song's hand slid down Hill's leg...
Hill leaned back, her upper body arching back, presenting a perfect curve. Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Tang Song's face:
"Mr. Tang, please be respectful. I am not the kind of woman you imagine!"
"Ms. Hill, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I am far more interested in your talent than your body. Are you interested in working for me? I can help you become the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
The Rolls-Royce started up and drove straight away.
Watching the Rolls-Royce drive away, the few thugs immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, feeling as if they had escaped death.
Inside the spacious Rolls-Royce,
Tang Song took out two silver plates covered with silver covers from the small refrigerator. He opened the silver covers, revealing two exquisitely shaped dessert cakes inside.
"It's already past noon, let's eat something to fill our stomachs first!"
Tang Song pressed a button beside the Rolls-Royce seat, and a small table rose between him and Hill. Tang Song placed the two desserts on it, then took out two sets of plastic cutlery and handed one set to the small table in front of Hill.
Tang Song picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake himself, picking up a piece and putting it into his mouth.
The chocolate cream cake, coated in chocolate and filled with almonds and jam, was made by a Michelin Three-Star Chef. It was fragrant but not greasy.
Tang Song didn't like eating sweets, but the taste was indeed good.
Hill held the knife and fork and looked at the exquisite cake in front of her. Although she was starving, she had no intention of eating it.
She stared at Tang Song and asked with some doubt:
"Why did your attitude change so quickly? On Fifth Avenue, you clearly didn't want to help me!?"
Tang Song put a piece of cake into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the sweetness of the cake, and looked up at Hill: "You don't understand this? Your behavior on Fifth Avenue was like a drowning person trying to pull me, an innocent passerby standing on the shore, into the water..."
"Although I can swim, it doesn't mean I like being pulled into the water...
Voluntarily jumping into the water and being pulled into the water are two different matters!"
"This time I plan to help you because Tony exchanged a favor for it. Iron Man's favor is worth me extending a bamboo pole to you who is in the water! That's all!"
Tang Song's explanation was very thorough and clear, but listening to this explanation, Hill felt a faint discomfort in her heart.
However, as a seasoned Agent, Hill quickly controlled her emotions.
"I was presumptuous on Fifth Avenue this morning, Mr. Tang!"
Hill picked up her knife and fork and cut the cake in front of her, expressing her apology to Tang Song with a sincere expression.
"It's nothing!" Tang Song smiled.
Hill hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Tang, you should have heard what Director Fury and I said. Do you have any thoughts?"
"Thoughts? You want me to help S.H.I.E.L.D deal with Hydra!?"
Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took a paper towel from the napkin box, and wiped his mouth.
"This is not a Pond. Tony Stark's face is not enough for me to wade into this muddy water. Moreover, this is no longer muddy water, it's a complete quagmire, a Swampland, but..."
Tang Song's face showed a wrinkled expression of distaste.
He extended his finger and tapped the table in front of him: "The reason Alaskan crab fishermen risk their lives fighting in the waves is because King Crab can bring them generous revenue! Enough for them to support their families!"
"Nick Fury isn't thinking of just using empty words to make me contribute money and manpower to help him, is he?"
Tang Song looked at Hill with a half-smile, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
"Or are you planning to use the Honey Trap on me, as Nick Fury suggested?!"
"What? Tang, you've misunderstood. What Honey Trap? You might have some misunderstanding?" Hill's hand tightened around the knife and fork, and her voice rose a few degrees.
"The Director just wants me to persuade you as much as possible..."
"That's best," Tang Song shook his head and smiled: "Agent Hill, you are very beautiful. To describe it in our Eastern terms, you are heroic and spirited!"
"However, the Honey Trap style doesn't really suit you. Agent Natasha is quite suitable for this style?" "You like Natasha Romanoff?" Hill asked.
"Not really. Compared to the charming Black Widow, I appreciate women like you more. But no matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot be equated with interests!"
"Mr. Tang, what conditions will make you stand on our side?"
Listening to Tang Song's blunt words, Agent Hill's expression became serious.
Agent Hill was not a vase. On the contrary, within S.H.I.E.L.D., her position was second only to Nick Fury, and she was Nick Fury's capable assistant.
Hill had the final say on many matters within S.H.I.E.L.D.
She understood how much S.H.I.E.L.D. needed Tang Song as an external helper right now.
This was something that one or a few Superheroes couldn't compare to.
Aside from Tony Stark, the Avengers might have extraordinary abilities, but they were only good at destruction.
But this man in front of her was different. He possessed a vast influence.
Even if they couldn't eliminate Hydra for a while, relying on Tang Song's influence could keep the situation from becoming too bad.
Not to mention the Sacred Shield Brotherhood behind Tang Song. If they could gain their support, then...
A sharp gleam flashed in Hill's eyes.
"Director Nick Fury sacrificed himself, aren't you interested in taking over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!?"
Listening to Tang Song's words, Hill's face showed a startled expression.
She didn't quite understand what Tang Song meant by saying this.
She didn't believe Tang Song hadn't heard her conversation with the Director in the Safe House.
And he had personally mentioned the Director's fake death.
What did he mean by saying this now?
Her taking over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. from Director Fury.
Are you kidding? The current S.H.I.E.L.D. was a Hydra Lair. She had just managed to get out, why would she go back?
Countless thoughts flashed through Hill's mind, but her face remained calm.
But what was the true intention of this man saying this?
"Just kidding, Agent Hill. Please tell Director Fury that I am interested in supernatural items. If he can offer something that moves me, I don't mind providing you with help!"
Tang Song said his requirement with a smile, placing his hand on Hill's shoulder.
Hill felt as if she had been electrocuted. Feeling the warmth in Tang Song's palm, she had the sensation of being wrapped by a green anaconda, causing her whole body to shiver.
"Supernatural Items, Mr. Tang, I will tell Director Fury!"
Hill tried hard to calm her tone and said calmly.
Tang Song's hand slid down Hill's leg...
Hill leaned back, her upper body arching back, presenting a perfect curve. Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Tang Song's face:
"Mr. Tang, please be respectful. I am not the kind of woman you imagine!"
"Ms. Hill, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I am far more interested in your talent than your body. Are you interested in working for me? I can help you become the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
