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Chapter 397
chapter 0201 part 3
"Assassinate two Federal Generals, interested? Half a million US Dollars each!"
Deadpool picked up the Whiskey in front of him and drank it in large gulps, but his mouth didn't hesitate to mock: "Half a million US Dollars, tch, only a million US Dollars for both combined. Old George, the price is too low. I've found a Long-Term Meal Ticket." Saying this, Deadpool patted Matt Murdock's Shoulder. Matt Murdock moved away in disgust! "Hey, Old George, I'm here to pick up some Things!"
Saying this, Deadpool handed him a piece of paper.
The Old Bartender looked at Deadpool in Surprise, took a box from under the Bar Counter, and said, "Number!"
"F56Y74!" Matt Murdock said the Number.
The Old Bartender opened the box and took out an envelope marked with the Number.
"Here's the Container Address for the goods. Go pick them up yourselves!"
The Money had already been paid to the Buyer through some Network Currency on the Dark Web. This was merely a Transfer Point for picking up the goods.
Deadpool drank a few more glasses of Whiskey at the Bar Counter before being dragged away by Matt Murdock.
There were nine Passages leading out of this Bar to the Outside, and each Passage had at least three Exits, showing great attention to customer privacy!
"Deadpool?! Strange, when did he join the Organization?"
Deadpool was considered a formidable Expert among Mercenaries and Hitmen, especially his Undying Body, which made him very difficult to deal with. The Old Bartender had dealt with him before. The High Table also wanted to recruit such Talent.
However, Deadpool's Personality had always been solitary.
The Old Bartender wiped the Wine Glass, deep in thought.
"What good stuff is this, so mysterious! Smuggled Eastern European Refugees or Drugs? I heard there's a concept of 'trying the clock' at the horse stables in HK. Does our Organization have that? I think I could be a madam, let all those girls come to me..."
Deadpool, wearing his signature Tight Suit, looked at Matt Murdock, gossiping incessantly!
Matt Murdock suppressed the urge to raise his Blind Cane and beat this Jerk to death, searching for the Container Number.
Deadpool's eyes darted around, thinking about how much of the good stuff he should steal if there really was something good. Well, Boss Matt's price was quite high, but who would complain about having too much Money?
Although Matt kept saying they were working for World Peace, the organization behind the scenes refused to explain things to him, making it all very mysterious.
If it really involved human trafficking, organ transplantation, or similar things, Deadpool subconsciously gripped his Knife Hilt.
He, Deadpool, was also a Superhero! "Found it!"
Matt Murdock led Deadpool through the dense Containers.
After walking for two or three minutes, they reached an inconspicuous blue Container.
Click! Matt Murdock raised his Blind Cane, and the fist-sized Alloy Lock clanged as it fell to the ground.
Matt pulled open the Iron Gate, revealing the densely packed Wooden Crates inside.
Opening a Wooden Crate, Deadpool looked at the Things inside the Container, letting out a sigh of relief. His hand slowly released the Katana's Knife Hilt.
"How do we transport the Things? Should we call a Truck?"
"They're here!"
Matt Murdock's ears twitched.
In the night Harbour, a Submarine surfaced amidst the splashing Sea Waves.
Phil Coulson, wearing a Black Suit, arrived at the Dock with a few Agents.
"Where are the Things?"
Matt Murdock raised his Blind Cane and pointed at the Container in front of him.
Phil Coulson gave a Tactical Hand Signal. The Agents he brought, in pairs, carried the Wooden Crates towards the sea.
……………
For Tang Song, supplying Nick Fury with a batch of the latest Bulletproof Vests was a minor Matter.
However, something very unpleasant happened in Japan, forcing him to personally rush there...
Two days later, at Yashida Manor in Tokyo Bay, Japan, four Mercedes-Benz Cars stopped at the Manor's Entrance. Four or five Yashida Family Bodyguards, wearing Black Suits and Earpieces, came forward to greet them.
"Miss Yukio!"
Yukio, sitting in the first Mercedes-Benz Car, got out first. As Yashida Family Bodyguards, they naturally recognized this Yashida Retainer who was inseparable from Young Lady Mariko Yashida.
Her status was incomparable to theirs.
"Go and inform Old Master that Mr. Tang from New York is here to visit!"
With her back to Tang Song and the others, Yukio gave a suit-wearing Bodyguard a look.
"Ha'i!"
The suit-wearing Bodyguard turned and quickly jogged towards the Manor.
"Mr. Tang, I'll take you inside!"
Arriving at Yashida Manor seemed to boost Yukio's confidence. She said to Tang Song and bowed, making a gesture of invitation.
Tang Song was still wearing his White Suit (of course, he had over thirty custom-made White Suits from Italy and hadn't worn the same one twice so far), holding a Cane. He seemed not to notice Yukio's small Action.
"Excuse me, you cannot enter!"
Two Yashida Family Bodyguards blocked the Bodyguards who wanted to follow.
Tang Song's accompanying Bodyguards, also in Black Suits and even more formidable, stepped forward simultaneously, their hands reaching for their lower backs.
The Yashida Family Bodyguards saw their suits lift, revealing Black Pistols, and instinctively retreated two steps.
They were about to use their Walkie-Talkies to call for Reinforcements.
"You stay here!" Tang Song turned back and said calmly.
"Yes! Boss!"
The group of Bodyguards bowed, then stood in pairs, hands clasped, in front of the Mercedes-Benz Cars.
With small bridges and flowing water, and paths paved with bluestone, the Yashida Family Manor was very elegant, carrying some Zen Buddhist meaning and the essence of Huaguo Ancient Architecture.
Yukio led Tang Song along the pavilions, appreciating the scenery of the Manor as they walked.
"This Manor was designed by three of the world's most renowned Designers commissioned by Old Master. It incorporates the essence of European, Japanese, and Huaguo Architecture! It cost one billion Japanese Yen and took five years to complete!"
Seeing Tang Song looking around at the Architecture, Yukio said.
"It has some meaning!"
Boss Tang knew nothing about Architecture or scenery. What he was looking at was not the Architecture, nor the View, but people.
The Yashida Family members, the hidden Hidden Sentries, the Gunmen—none could escape his eyes as he walked along.
"Assassinate two Federal Generals, interested? Half a million US Dollars each!"
Deadpool picked up the Whiskey in front of him and drank it in large gulps, but his mouth didn't hesitate to mock: "Half a million US Dollars, tch, only a million US Dollars for both combined. Old George, the price is too low. I've found a Long-Term Meal Ticket." Saying this, Deadpool patted Matt Murdock's Shoulder. Matt Murdock moved away in disgust! "Hey, Old George, I'm here to pick up some Things!"
Saying this, Deadpool handed him a piece of paper.
The Old Bartender looked at Deadpool in Surprise, took a box from under the Bar Counter, and said, "Number!"
"F56Y74!" Matt Murdock said the Number.
The Old Bartender opened the box and took out an envelope marked with the Number.
"Here's the Container Address for the goods. Go pick them up yourselves!"
The Money had already been paid to the Buyer through some Network Currency on the Dark Web. This was merely a Transfer Point for picking up the goods.
Deadpool drank a few more glasses of Whiskey at the Bar Counter before being dragged away by Matt Murdock.
There were nine Passages leading out of this Bar to the Outside, and each Passage had at least three Exits, showing great attention to customer privacy!
"Deadpool?! Strange, when did he join the Organization?"
Deadpool was considered a formidable Expert among Mercenaries and Hitmen, especially his Undying Body, which made him very difficult to deal with. The Old Bartender had dealt with him before. The High Table also wanted to recruit such Talent.
However, Deadpool's Personality had always been solitary.
The Old Bartender wiped the Wine Glass, deep in thought.
"What good stuff is this, so mysterious! Smuggled Eastern European Refugees or Drugs? I heard there's a concept of 'trying the clock' at the horse stables in HK. Does our Organization have that? I think I could be a madam, let all those girls come to me..."
Deadpool, wearing his signature Tight Suit, looked at Matt Murdock, gossiping incessantly!
Matt Murdock suppressed the urge to raise his Blind Cane and beat this Jerk to death, searching for the Container Number.
Deadpool's eyes darted around, thinking about how much of the good stuff he should steal if there really was something good. Well, Boss Matt's price was quite high, but who would complain about having too much Money?
Although Matt kept saying they were working for World Peace, the organization behind the scenes refused to explain things to him, making it all very mysterious.
If it really involved human trafficking, organ transplantation, or similar things, Deadpool subconsciously gripped his Knife Hilt.
He, Deadpool, was also a Superhero! "Found it!"
Matt Murdock led Deadpool through the dense Containers.
After walking for two or three minutes, they reached an inconspicuous blue Container.
Click! Matt Murdock raised his Blind Cane, and the fist-sized Alloy Lock clanged as it fell to the ground.
Matt pulled open the Iron Gate, revealing the densely packed Wooden Crates inside.
Opening a Wooden Crate, Deadpool looked at the Things inside the Container, letting out a sigh of relief. His hand slowly released the Katana's Knife Hilt.
"How do we transport the Things? Should we call a Truck?"
"They're here!"
Matt Murdock's ears twitched.
In the night Harbour, a Submarine surfaced amidst the splashing Sea Waves.
Phil Coulson, wearing a Black Suit, arrived at the Dock with a few Agents.
"Where are the Things?"
Matt Murdock raised his Blind Cane and pointed at the Container in front of him.
Phil Coulson gave a Tactical Hand Signal. The Agents he brought, in pairs, carried the Wooden Crates towards the sea.
……………
For Tang Song, supplying Nick Fury with a batch of the latest Bulletproof Vests was a minor Matter.
However, something very unpleasant happened in Japan, forcing him to personally rush there...
Two days later, at Yashida Manor in Tokyo Bay, Japan, four Mercedes-Benz Cars stopped at the Manor's Entrance. Four or five Yashida Family Bodyguards, wearing Black Suits and Earpieces, came forward to greet them.
"Miss Yukio!"
Yukio, sitting in the first Mercedes-Benz Car, got out first. As Yashida Family Bodyguards, they naturally recognized this Yashida Retainer who was inseparable from Young Lady Mariko Yashida.
Her status was incomparable to theirs.
"Go and inform Old Master that Mr. Tang from New York is here to visit!"
With her back to Tang Song and the others, Yukio gave a suit-wearing Bodyguard a look.
"Ha'i!"
The suit-wearing Bodyguard turned and quickly jogged towards the Manor.
"Mr. Tang, I'll take you inside!"
Arriving at Yashida Manor seemed to boost Yukio's confidence. She said to Tang Song and bowed, making a gesture of invitation.
Tang Song was still wearing his White Suit (of course, he had over thirty custom-made White Suits from Italy and hadn't worn the same one twice so far), holding a Cane. He seemed not to notice Yukio's small Action.
"Excuse me, you cannot enter!"
Two Yashida Family Bodyguards blocked the Bodyguards who wanted to follow.
Tang Song's accompanying Bodyguards, also in Black Suits and even more formidable, stepped forward simultaneously, their hands reaching for their lower backs.
The Yashida Family Bodyguards saw their suits lift, revealing Black Pistols, and instinctively retreated two steps.
They were about to use their Walkie-Talkies to call for Reinforcements.
"You stay here!" Tang Song turned back and said calmly.
"Yes! Boss!"
The group of Bodyguards bowed, then stood in pairs, hands clasped, in front of the Mercedes-Benz Cars.
With small bridges and flowing water, and paths paved with bluestone, the Yashida Family Manor was very elegant, carrying some Zen Buddhist meaning and the essence of Huaguo Ancient Architecture.
Yukio led Tang Song along the pavilions, appreciating the scenery of the Manor as they walked.
"This Manor was designed by three of the world's most renowned Designers commissioned by Old Master. It incorporates the essence of European, Japanese, and Huaguo Architecture! It cost one billion Japanese Yen and took five years to complete!"
Seeing Tang Song looking around at the Architecture, Yukio said.
"It has some meaning!"
Boss Tang knew nothing about Architecture or scenery. What he was looking at was not the Architecture, nor the View, but people.
The Yashida Family members, the hidden Hidden Sentries, the Gunmen—none could escape his eyes as he walked along.
