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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0225_part_03
Chapter 489
chapter 0225 part 3
Punching him!
Crack!
Killian felt a severe pain in his arm. A bone-cracking sound echoed from his hand bone all the way up his entire arm.
His entire arm went completely limp.
Frank flashed behind Killian and chopped down with a palm. Killian immediately fell to the Ground with a thud.
He rummaged through Killian's body for a while, leisurely pulled out a USB drive, then lifted Killian like a dead dog and quickly left the scene in a fighter jet.
Three days after the Tony Stark attack incident, in the dim environment of the Paradise Nightclub in San Francisco, red, green, and purple lights hit the faces of the men and women, making their young faces flicker and change, like ghosts.
Deafening speakers, hysterical roars, the dull rumble of subwoofers that made the entire Ground tremble slightly, and the crazy screams coming from who knows where, made the entire Nightclub feel like Hell, filled with a crazy, perverted, and terrifying doomsday atmosphere.
In the Dance Floor in the center, which was shaped like a gladiatorial arena, countless people were twisting and dancing wildly together. They rubbed their bodies against each other, and an ambiguous aura permeated the entire Dance Floor.
Sweating profusely, sweating profusely. The entire Dance Floor was in a state of frenzy.
In the back room of the Nightclub, a Bald Headed Big man sat quietly on a sofa behind the Bar Counter, holding a glass of beer.
"Hey, you're Scorpion! I'm looking for your Leader!"
The Big man was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. His hand instinctively reached under the sofa and pulled out a loaded Uzi submachine gun.
"Hey, don't be nervous! I have an appointment with your Boss to pick up a batch of goods!"
The ethnic Chinese Middle-Aged Man knocked on the table, reminding him, "You'd better move the muzzle away a bit, lest it go off!"
The Middle-Aged Man looked at the guy in front of him who was clearly drunk. Although he wasn't afraid, he didn't want to get shot for no reason.
"Have an appointment with our Boss!"
The Strong man with a scorpion tattooed on his Bald Head carefully looked at the Middle-Aged Man. He cursed under his breath and put away the Uzi gun, picking up the red telephone next to him.
"Alright, follow me!"
After saying a few simple words to the person on the other end, Scorpion led the Middle-Aged Man into the adjacent fire Passage.
After walking about ten steps, a private elevator with a password lock appeared at the end.
The Scorpion Big man glanced at the Middle-Aged Man. The Middle-Aged Man sensibly turned his back.
Beep beep beep beep—
The elevator descended about ten meters. The Scorpion Big man led the Middle-Aged Man through the Passage. Along the way were Big men holding firearms, each scrutinizing the Middle-Aged Man.
At the end of the Passage, a large, exquisitely decorated and luxurious Room appeared before the Middle-Aged Man. "Friend, rules!"
Two Big men guarding the Gate, carrying M16 rifles, pointed their guns at the Middle-Aged Man. Scorpion stepped forward to search him.
The Middle-Aged Man spread his hands, extending them, and allowed Scorpion to search him.
Extremely authentic Pompadour-style luxurious decoration, clearly genuine antique furniture, and the rich aroma of hot coffee.
A thin Black Person with a Bald Head and glasses lay leisurely on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee. In his slightly red eyes were a pair of lazy eyes, looking listlessly at the Middle-Aged Man who walked in.
In this Room, which was about two hundred square meters, there were several other people sitting quietly in the corners, silently savoring fragrant cigars.
The man holding the coffee cup slowly straightened up and took out a matchbox-sized metal block from a box next to him.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang,"
Gus Fring, after plastic surgery, walked leisurely to the Middle-Aged Man and handed him the metal block.
"The goods have been loaded onto the ship. This is a signal jamming device. The Big Boss asked me to tell you that there is a tracking and self-destruct system in the goods. Be careful when you dismantle it!"
"Thank your Big Boss for me!" The Middle-Aged Man took the jammer and nodded.
In the Nightclub Dance Hall, Black Widow and Hawkeye, disguised as people out for fun, were sitting in a semi-open booth in a corner of the Dance Floor.
Black Widow raised her wine glass, covering her mouth, but her gaze was fixed on the fire Passage next to them:
"After the attack incident, someone arrived before us and cleaned up the scene. A batch of Iron Suits and Arc Reactors from Tony Stark's villa are missing. According to intelligence, what we're looking for is in this Nightclub!"
Hawkeye lightly clinked glasses with Black Widow and drank the champagne inside in one gulp.
"I know all this, but why are we hiding our actions from Hill? Do you suspect she's also Hydra?"
"Remember the White House State Guest House attack incident? Besides Hydra, we've always suspected there's another mysterious influence hiding in the shadows!"
Hawkeye frowned, "You suspect Hill?"
"Fury suspects it's someone from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood. Whether it's the White House attack or some recent matters, don't you think the shadow of that Huaguo Tang is everywhere? After these things happen, he always manages to get benefits from them. Recently, Hill has been getting too close to that Tang!
And now S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of his people!"
"It seems a lot has happened while I was recovering!" Hawkeye felt like the world had been turned upside down since he woke up.
Alien invasion, and now the network is full of calls to establish an Earth Federation and advance into Space.
This made Hawkeye feel like Captain America, having slept not for two years, but twenty.
"Just consider it a two-year vacation. How does it feel to wake up from this sleep?"
Punching him!
Crack!
Killian felt a severe pain in his arm. A bone-cracking sound echoed from his hand bone all the way up his entire arm.
His entire arm went completely limp.
Frank flashed behind Killian and chopped down with a palm. Killian immediately fell to the Ground with a thud.
He rummaged through Killian's body for a while, leisurely pulled out a USB drive, then lifted Killian like a dead dog and quickly left the scene in a fighter jet.
Three days after the Tony Stark attack incident, in the dim environment of the Paradise Nightclub in San Francisco, red, green, and purple lights hit the faces of the men and women, making their young faces flicker and change, like ghosts.
Deafening speakers, hysterical roars, the dull rumble of subwoofers that made the entire Ground tremble slightly, and the crazy screams coming from who knows where, made the entire Nightclub feel like Hell, filled with a crazy, perverted, and terrifying doomsday atmosphere.
In the Dance Floor in the center, which was shaped like a gladiatorial arena, countless people were twisting and dancing wildly together. They rubbed their bodies against each other, and an ambiguous aura permeated the entire Dance Floor.
Sweating profusely, sweating profusely. The entire Dance Floor was in a state of frenzy.
In the back room of the Nightclub, a Bald Headed Big man sat quietly on a sofa behind the Bar Counter, holding a glass of beer.
"Hey, you're Scorpion! I'm looking for your Leader!"
The Big man was startled by the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. His hand instinctively reached under the sofa and pulled out a loaded Uzi submachine gun.
"Hey, don't be nervous! I have an appointment with your Boss to pick up a batch of goods!"
The ethnic Chinese Middle-Aged Man knocked on the table, reminding him, "You'd better move the muzzle away a bit, lest it go off!"
The Middle-Aged Man looked at the guy in front of him who was clearly drunk. Although he wasn't afraid, he didn't want to get shot for no reason.
"Have an appointment with our Boss!"
The Strong man with a scorpion tattooed on his Bald Head carefully looked at the Middle-Aged Man. He cursed under his breath and put away the Uzi gun, picking up the red telephone next to him.
"Alright, follow me!"
After saying a few simple words to the person on the other end, Scorpion led the Middle-Aged Man into the adjacent fire Passage.
After walking about ten steps, a private elevator with a password lock appeared at the end.
The Scorpion Big man glanced at the Middle-Aged Man. The Middle-Aged Man sensibly turned his back.
Beep beep beep beep—
The elevator descended about ten meters. The Scorpion Big man led the Middle-Aged Man through the Passage. Along the way were Big men holding firearms, each scrutinizing the Middle-Aged Man.
At the end of the Passage, a large, exquisitely decorated and luxurious Room appeared before the Middle-Aged Man. "Friend, rules!"
Two Big men guarding the Gate, carrying M16 rifles, pointed their guns at the Middle-Aged Man. Scorpion stepped forward to search him.
The Middle-Aged Man spread his hands, extending them, and allowed Scorpion to search him.
Extremely authentic Pompadour-style luxurious decoration, clearly genuine antique furniture, and the rich aroma of hot coffee.
A thin Black Person with a Bald Head and glasses lay leisurely on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee. In his slightly red eyes were a pair of lazy eyes, looking listlessly at the Middle-Aged Man who walked in.
In this Room, which was about two hundred square meters, there were several other people sitting quietly in the corners, silently savoring fragrant cigars.
The man holding the coffee cup slowly straightened up and took out a matchbox-sized metal block from a box next to him.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang,"
Gus Fring, after plastic surgery, walked leisurely to the Middle-Aged Man and handed him the metal block.
"The goods have been loaded onto the ship. This is a signal jamming device. The Big Boss asked me to tell you that there is a tracking and self-destruct system in the goods. Be careful when you dismantle it!"
"Thank your Big Boss for me!" The Middle-Aged Man took the jammer and nodded.
In the Nightclub Dance Hall, Black Widow and Hawkeye, disguised as people out for fun, were sitting in a semi-open booth in a corner of the Dance Floor.
Black Widow raised her wine glass, covering her mouth, but her gaze was fixed on the fire Passage next to them:
"After the attack incident, someone arrived before us and cleaned up the scene. A batch of Iron Suits and Arc Reactors from Tony Stark's villa are missing. According to intelligence, what we're looking for is in this Nightclub!"
Hawkeye lightly clinked glasses with Black Widow and drank the champagne inside in one gulp.
"I know all this, but why are we hiding our actions from Hill? Do you suspect she's also Hydra?"
"Remember the White House State Guest House attack incident? Besides Hydra, we've always suspected there's another mysterious influence hiding in the shadows!"
Hawkeye frowned, "You suspect Hill?"
"Fury suspects it's someone from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood. Whether it's the White House attack or some recent matters, don't you think the shadow of that Huaguo Tang is everywhere? After these things happen, he always manages to get benefits from them. Recently, Hill has been getting too close to that Tang!
And now S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of his people!"
"It seems a lot has happened while I was recovering!" Hawkeye felt like the world had been turned upside down since he woke up.
Alien invasion, and now the network is full of calls to establish an Earth Federation and advance into Space.
This made Hawkeye feel like Captain America, having slept not for two years, but twenty.
"Just consider it a two-year vacation. How does it feel to wake up from this sleep?"
