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Chapter 396
chapter 0201 part 2
As for the Mutant who controlled Plants, it was mentioned by Magneto when he visited recently. The two were chatting in the Lake Heart Pavilion at Tang Manor, Drinking Tea and Appreciating Lotuses, when Tang Song casually mentioned it, expressing some regret that Lotuses only bloomed in midsummer.
Magneto chimed in, saying that the Brotherhood of Mutants had a Mutant who could control Plant Growth and could be sent to him to be a Gardener, to manage the Plants in his Manor, making his Manor feel like spring all year round with Lotuses blooming in all seasons.
So Boss Tang just laughed it off at the time, giving a perfunctory response.
The reason for Magneto's visit was twofold: firstly, their Cooperation. Over the past six months, the Brotherhood of Mutants had used the Gold they acquired to exchange for a large amount of Funds and Weapons through Tang Song's Channel.
Although Tang Song took a considerable amount of Kickback and Commission from it, after all, the Channel was King. Reasonably and logically, there was no problem with Magneto paying a visit.
However, during their tea and conversation, Tang Song subtly sensed that Magneto was constantly probing his Attitude towards Mutants, seemingly very Fearful of his views on them.
Mutants, as long as they didn't Provoke him, why would Tang Song care what Magneto wanted to do?
Tang Song understood Magneto's character. He was persecuted by the Nazis when he was young, but in his old age, he became somewhat obsessed with Hitler's set of racial theories.
He regarded Mutants as the future of Humanity, having a sense of Hitler's Aryan supremacy. This personality and Ideal were destined not to align with Boss Tang, who Prioritized Interests.
Lane took a White Coat from a Researcher nearby and put it on. He smiled at the young woman wearing Glasses.
The female Researcher, wearing thick-lensed Glasses, blushed, especially when she saw Lane's exposed six Abdominal Muscles. Her earlobes turned light pink.
Lane, while putting on the White Coat, nodded towards Tang Song.
"I'll take these few Agents and Adam. Professor, from now on, the focus of the Hive Laboratory can be on those few Giant Beast Corpses. You can determine the Research direction, and don't worry about the Funds!"
"Yes! Boss!"
Back at Tang Manor, Tang Song had Kane and Frank called over.
Upon learning the quantity of Serum Zero Agents, Tang Song had already allocated the remaining few tubes of Serum in his mind.
Kane and Frank were old Mates who had been with him, so they naturally wouldn't be left out.
As for the other three tubes, they would be given as rewards to his subordinates.
Storm Shadow, Ivan Vanko, Sloan... Tang Song weighed the Order of the few people.
They had all practiced the Breathing Cultivation Method he bestowed upon them. The rest depended on who would Get Started first.
"Boss, the Supplies for S.H.I.E.L.D. have been prepared and are at Pier Number Seven!"
In a Training Ground within the Manor, Tang Song watched Kane and Frank, who had just been injected with Serum Zero Agent, venting their vigorous energy. Lane walked in and said.
"Give them an Authorization Slip and let them pick it up themselves..."
……………
New Mexico
"Director, this is Phil Coulson. I've reached the Energy Burst Point! The Fallen Object is a Middle Ages Hammer from Europe! Hydra hasn't arrived yet!"
On a Sand Dune, an ancient-looking short-handled square Hammer lay horizontally with its Hammer Head facing down. Various Pickup Trucks were parked around it.
A group of Big men with bare chests surrounded the Hammer, taking turns trying to lift it to prove their Strength.
Unfortunately, whether Black Person or White Person, Elder or young person, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't budge the Hammer an inch.
The Residents of the Small Town simply treated it as a tourist attraction. Many people set up grills nearby, selling hot dogs, drinks, and Mexican chicken wraps.
Phil Coulson mingled in the crowd, holding a Mexican chicken wrap in one hand while looking at the Energy Monitor in his Palm.
"A Hammer?!"
Hearing Phil Coulson's Report, Nick Fury was somewhat Surprised.
Although Nick Fury, that Old Fox, had faked his death, he had deliberately left a Back door on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Energy Monitoring Satellite.
The Energy Monitoring Satellite detected a high-value Energy Burst in this area.
The Energy Monitoring and Detection System automatically sent the Numerical Coordinate through the Back door he had left, allowing him to monitor it.
Nick Fury, that Old Fox, also conveniently modified the Coordinates on the Energy Monitoring Satellite through the Back door.
This caused Hydra's observed Coordinates to deviate by more than half a state's Bearing.
"Director, yes, it doesn't look like a meteorite. I suspect it's some kind of Supernatural Item, but no Radiation was detected at the Scene!"
Phil Coulson reported his Guess to Nick Fury.
"Can you Bring Back to the Base!?" Nick Fury inquired.
"It's difficult. This Hammer looks very heavy!"
While talking to Nick Fury, Phil Coulson watched an Old Man driving a Pickup Truck, planning to use the Pickup Truck to pull the Hammer up.
Clang! Just as Nick Fury was asking if he could Bring Back the Hammer.
The Old Man stepped on the Accelerator all the way.
With a clang, the Pickup Truck's Compartment was directly flipped backward.
"Put the Hammer Matter aside for now. Tang has provided us with a batch of Weapon Equipment, including a batch of the High Table's most advanced Bulletproof Vests!
These are Items Sought that we urgently need..."
"I've already sent Matt to the Black Market to retrieve the goods. It's not convenient for you to show your face, so take your people and provide support Outside the retrieval point!"
……………
The Black Market, especially the Underground Black Market, is a place where you can buy anything.
Especially Contraband. Because the more prohibited an item is, the higher its trading Value. Just like many things explicitly forbidden by the Federation, they are the most circulated items in the Black Market.
Because they are valuable.
Deadpool, familiar with the place, walked into this Underground Black Market with Matt Murdock. It was a Tunnel converted from a Large WWII Air-Raid Shelter.
It was a lively Bar. At the Bar Counter, on a Whiteboard, Items Sought, Hired Personnel, and Hitmen were written with an Ink Brush Pen.
The variety was dazzling, from the most advanced Federal Fighter Jet Data to two pure virgins.
Hiring an entire Mercenary Group to hiring Elite Assassins, with Clearly Marked Prices. From time to time, someone would go to the Bar Counter, buy a drink, and chat with the Boss for a few minutes. The Old Bartender, who looked over fifty, would take a rag and wipe away a line, then add a new one.
The Bar was filled with people wearing cloaks, and many wore Masks. It was clear they didn't want their Identity known.
Of course, there were also many who showed their faces openly! There were simpletons, and there were also many bold and confident people.
"Hey! Old George, two Whiskeys!"
From the Old Bartender's disdainful Gaze, it was clear that Deadpool was a Regular Customer.
"Things have been quite lively lately. There are a few Missions suitable for you, Assassination Missions!"
The Old Bartender wiped a Wine Glass with a towel, sized up Matt Murdock, and his Gaze returned to Deadpool.
As for the Mutant who controlled Plants, it was mentioned by Magneto when he visited recently. The two were chatting in the Lake Heart Pavilion at Tang Manor, Drinking Tea and Appreciating Lotuses, when Tang Song casually mentioned it, expressing some regret that Lotuses only bloomed in midsummer.
Magneto chimed in, saying that the Brotherhood of Mutants had a Mutant who could control Plant Growth and could be sent to him to be a Gardener, to manage the Plants in his Manor, making his Manor feel like spring all year round with Lotuses blooming in all seasons.
So Boss Tang just laughed it off at the time, giving a perfunctory response.
The reason for Magneto's visit was twofold: firstly, their Cooperation. Over the past six months, the Brotherhood of Mutants had used the Gold they acquired to exchange for a large amount of Funds and Weapons through Tang Song's Channel.
Although Tang Song took a considerable amount of Kickback and Commission from it, after all, the Channel was King. Reasonably and logically, there was no problem with Magneto paying a visit.
However, during their tea and conversation, Tang Song subtly sensed that Magneto was constantly probing his Attitude towards Mutants, seemingly very Fearful of his views on them.
Mutants, as long as they didn't Provoke him, why would Tang Song care what Magneto wanted to do?
Tang Song understood Magneto's character. He was persecuted by the Nazis when he was young, but in his old age, he became somewhat obsessed with Hitler's set of racial theories.
He regarded Mutants as the future of Humanity, having a sense of Hitler's Aryan supremacy. This personality and Ideal were destined not to align with Boss Tang, who Prioritized Interests.
Lane took a White Coat from a Researcher nearby and put it on. He smiled at the young woman wearing Glasses.
The female Researcher, wearing thick-lensed Glasses, blushed, especially when she saw Lane's exposed six Abdominal Muscles. Her earlobes turned light pink.
Lane, while putting on the White Coat, nodded towards Tang Song.
"I'll take these few Agents and Adam. Professor, from now on, the focus of the Hive Laboratory can be on those few Giant Beast Corpses. You can determine the Research direction, and don't worry about the Funds!"
"Yes! Boss!"
Back at Tang Manor, Tang Song had Kane and Frank called over.
Upon learning the quantity of Serum Zero Agents, Tang Song had already allocated the remaining few tubes of Serum in his mind.
Kane and Frank were old Mates who had been with him, so they naturally wouldn't be left out.
As for the other three tubes, they would be given as rewards to his subordinates.
Storm Shadow, Ivan Vanko, Sloan... Tang Song weighed the Order of the few people.
They had all practiced the Breathing Cultivation Method he bestowed upon them. The rest depended on who would Get Started first.
"Boss, the Supplies for S.H.I.E.L.D. have been prepared and are at Pier Number Seven!"
In a Training Ground within the Manor, Tang Song watched Kane and Frank, who had just been injected with Serum Zero Agent, venting their vigorous energy. Lane walked in and said.
"Give them an Authorization Slip and let them pick it up themselves..."
……………
New Mexico
"Director, this is Phil Coulson. I've reached the Energy Burst Point! The Fallen Object is a Middle Ages Hammer from Europe! Hydra hasn't arrived yet!"
On a Sand Dune, an ancient-looking short-handled square Hammer lay horizontally with its Hammer Head facing down. Various Pickup Trucks were parked around it.
A group of Big men with bare chests surrounded the Hammer, taking turns trying to lift it to prove their Strength.
Unfortunately, whether Black Person or White Person, Elder or young person, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't budge the Hammer an inch.
The Residents of the Small Town simply treated it as a tourist attraction. Many people set up grills nearby, selling hot dogs, drinks, and Mexican chicken wraps.
Phil Coulson mingled in the crowd, holding a Mexican chicken wrap in one hand while looking at the Energy Monitor in his Palm.
"A Hammer?!"
Hearing Phil Coulson's Report, Nick Fury was somewhat Surprised.
Although Nick Fury, that Old Fox, had faked his death, he had deliberately left a Back door on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Energy Monitoring Satellite.
The Energy Monitoring Satellite detected a high-value Energy Burst in this area.
The Energy Monitoring and Detection System automatically sent the Numerical Coordinate through the Back door he had left, allowing him to monitor it.
Nick Fury, that Old Fox, also conveniently modified the Coordinates on the Energy Monitoring Satellite through the Back door.
This caused Hydra's observed Coordinates to deviate by more than half a state's Bearing.
"Director, yes, it doesn't look like a meteorite. I suspect it's some kind of Supernatural Item, but no Radiation was detected at the Scene!"
Phil Coulson reported his Guess to Nick Fury.
"Can you Bring Back to the Base!?" Nick Fury inquired.
"It's difficult. This Hammer looks very heavy!"
While talking to Nick Fury, Phil Coulson watched an Old Man driving a Pickup Truck, planning to use the Pickup Truck to pull the Hammer up.
Clang! Just as Nick Fury was asking if he could Bring Back the Hammer.
The Old Man stepped on the Accelerator all the way.
With a clang, the Pickup Truck's Compartment was directly flipped backward.
"Put the Hammer Matter aside for now. Tang has provided us with a batch of Weapon Equipment, including a batch of the High Table's most advanced Bulletproof Vests!
These are Items Sought that we urgently need..."
"I've already sent Matt to the Black Market to retrieve the goods. It's not convenient for you to show your face, so take your people and provide support Outside the retrieval point!"
……………
The Black Market, especially the Underground Black Market, is a place where you can buy anything.
Especially Contraband. Because the more prohibited an item is, the higher its trading Value. Just like many things explicitly forbidden by the Federation, they are the most circulated items in the Black Market.
Because they are valuable.
Deadpool, familiar with the place, walked into this Underground Black Market with Matt Murdock. It was a Tunnel converted from a Large WWII Air-Raid Shelter.
It was a lively Bar. At the Bar Counter, on a Whiteboard, Items Sought, Hired Personnel, and Hitmen were written with an Ink Brush Pen.
The variety was dazzling, from the most advanced Federal Fighter Jet Data to two pure virgins.
Hiring an entire Mercenary Group to hiring Elite Assassins, with Clearly Marked Prices. From time to time, someone would go to the Bar Counter, buy a drink, and chat with the Boss for a few minutes. The Old Bartender, who looked over fifty, would take a rag and wipe away a line, then add a new one.
The Bar was filled with people wearing cloaks, and many wore Masks. It was clear they didn't want their Identity known.
Of course, there were also many who showed their faces openly! There were simpletons, and there were also many bold and confident people.
"Hey! Old George, two Whiskeys!"
From the Old Bartender's disdainful Gaze, it was clear that Deadpool was a Regular Customer.
"Things have been quite lively lately. There are a few Missions suitable for you, Assassination Missions!"
The Old Bartender wiped a Wine Glass with a towel, sized up Matt Murdock, and his Gaze returned to Deadpool.
