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Chapter 492
chapter 0226 part 1
Chapter 225
New York, Underground Black Market. Old George was wiping wine glasses as usual.
A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and slightly bald sat down at the bar counter in front of him. "I want to buy some information!"
"A batch of goods departed from Pier 3 in San Francisco two days ago. I want to know the buyer and the cargo owner."
"That's against the rules. Are you from the CIA or the Federal Intelligence Bureau?" The Old Bartender, who had once served Deadpool, glanced at the middle-aged man with a distinct agent aura.
"I think you've come to the wrong place!"
Phil Coulson took off his sunglasses, revealing a smiling face. "Two thousand feet above us, a fully loaded F22 fighter jet is on standby. I need the information within one minute, or the missile from that plane will land on your head!"
*Ding.* the Old Bartender stopped wiping the wine glass and placed it on the bar counter. His eyes stared fixedly at Coulson, revealing fierceness in his gaze.
"Mr. Agent, I'm afraid you don't know the significance of the High Table!"
That's right, this Underground Black Market has been established for a long time, and the High Table is behind it – the Organization that has Continental Hotels all over the world. Boss Tang is one of the Major Shareholders of the High Table.
This is also why this black market remains strong after the turmoil in the New York Underworld.
The harsh words from the Old Bartender naturally wouldn't be taken seriously by Coulson.
"Forty seconds left!!"
Coulson's expression was indifferent. He held a pocket watch in his hand, timing it.
"San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf! Tomorrow evening, another batch of goods is set to depart from San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf!"
After saying this, the Old Bartender felt as if his entire body's strength had been drained.
Coulson paused the pocket watch, a smile on his lips, staring at the Old Bartender, a little suspicious. "You answered too quickly. Shouldn't you ask clearly what kind of goods I'm looking for? Or rather, are you lying to me again!"
"Shit! Fuck you!" the Old Bartender angrily pushed his head towards Coulson, roaring in a low voice:
"Listen, you son of a bitch, I don't know who you work for, but you're dead for sure.
Fuck, that's the Big Boss's goods. Nobody knows what's inside, but the ones receiving the goods are Huaguo people. Are you satisfied now?!"
"If you're satisfied, leave this place. Get the hell away—"
"Big Boss?! Is it Huaguo Tang?" Coulson pressed. the Old Bartender glanced at him with a mocking expression. "The Big Boss is the Big Boss. As for who it is, I don't know!
I serve the High Table, not the Big Boss!"
"Thank you!" Phil Coulson placed a green US dollar bill on the bar counter and said after politely thanking him.
"This is a tip!"
"Oh right! One more thing, for the sake of secrecy, you need to come with me. Don't worry, we will guarantee your safety!"
"Do you think you can take me out of here alive?!"
the Old Bartender's hand quietly reached under the bar counter. There was an old double-barreled hunting rifle there.
To be honest, he originally thought he wouldn't need this thing. He had been in this Underground Black Market for five or six years, and no one had ever dared to cause trouble here.
"If I were you, I'd put down the gun in my hand!"
Phil Coulson tapped the table. "It's okay if you don't come with me. I will release the information through our channels, saying that you betrayed Huaguo Tang!"
"Shit!" Hearing Phil Coulson's words, the Old Bartender looked at him with eyes like he was looking at a malicious devil.
"Don't worry, we have the Witness Protection Program. We can absolutely protect your safety!"
the Old Bartender was like a snake grabbed by its weak point. Helplessly, he could only follow Phil Coulson out of the black market.
Just as they left, a big man wearing a leather jacket stood up from the corner.
"Leader Lucien! The fish is on the hook!"
"Officer, the target has a batch of goods departing from San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf tomorrow night!"
Phil Coulson exited the Underground Black Market, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.
"Is the information accurate?"
Federal White House World Security Council Secretary-General Nick Fury answered the phone in front of the President.
"Hawkeye secretly retrieved the Mind Reader from S.H.I.E.L.D. I will confirm the accuracy of the intelligence as soon as possible!"
"Okay! Notify Natasha Romanoff. If the information is accurate, act immediately. Pay attention to keeping the action secret, do not reveal identity. What I want is evidence!"
"Yes, Officer!"
After Nick Fury hung up the phone, he looked at Francis opposite him.
"Mr. President! Tang has a batch of goods departing tomorrow. This is our chance!"
Nick Fury stared at Francis with his single eye, his eyes gleaming.
"Once the information about his collusion with Huaguo is confirmed, then we can obtain evidence of him betraying the Federation's interests. At that time, even the Sacred Shield Brotherhood behind him won't be able to protect him!"
Francis sat on the sofa, silently smoking a cigarette.
Tang Song's existence, for him, was ultimately a threat.
Tang Song's current power and influence are expanding too quickly.
The so-called criminal evidence against Tang Song that the CIA and Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) previously possessed can't restrain him at all now.
Over the past year, Nick Fury led the intelligence agencies of the CIA and the military, investigating Tang Song for a long time.
They vaguely found that many matters had his shadow behind them.
And recently, Tony Stark suffered a terrorist attack, which surprisingly implicated a transnational smuggling case involving arc reactors.
However, what he wanted was not to arrest Tang Song, but to hold evidence that could truly restrain Tang Song.
As for this dark-skinned person in front of him, he had investigated for over a year, repeatedly bypassing him to investigate the terrorist attack incident at the state guest house.
How much did he actually find out?
Francis's mind was filled with twists and turns, but his face showed no expression.
"Secretary-General Fury, go ahead and do it. If you can get the evidence, I will let Ross support you in terms of personnel!"
Nick Fury received the Federal President's promise and left the White House satisfied.
Nick Fury is a person with a strong desire for control. Although he had cooperated with Tang Song several times, and Tang Song had also provided them with help multiple times.
However, in Nick Fury's view, Tang Song was undoubtedly a hidden danger to Federal Security.
Therefore, over the past year, he had been collecting evidence, wanting to send Tang Song to prison.
And incidentally, regain the position of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director. Since Alexander Pierce can concurrently serve as the Secretary-General of the World Security Council and S.H.I.E.L.D. Director.
Why can't he?
Just as he left, an encrypted phone call was made from the White House Office.
"Hello, I am Tang Song..."
Leon Military Base, Tang Song stood in front of the Space Gate, reaching out to tease Xiao Hei. After answering the phone, his face wore a very gentle smile.
………………
Chapter 225
New York, Underground Black Market. Old George was wiping wine glasses as usual.
A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and slightly bald sat down at the bar counter in front of him. "I want to buy some information!"
"A batch of goods departed from Pier 3 in San Francisco two days ago. I want to know the buyer and the cargo owner."
"That's against the rules. Are you from the CIA or the Federal Intelligence Bureau?" The Old Bartender, who had once served Deadpool, glanced at the middle-aged man with a distinct agent aura.
"I think you've come to the wrong place!"
Phil Coulson took off his sunglasses, revealing a smiling face. "Two thousand feet above us, a fully loaded F22 fighter jet is on standby. I need the information within one minute, or the missile from that plane will land on your head!"
*Ding.* the Old Bartender stopped wiping the wine glass and placed it on the bar counter. His eyes stared fixedly at Coulson, revealing fierceness in his gaze.
"Mr. Agent, I'm afraid you don't know the significance of the High Table!"
That's right, this Underground Black Market has been established for a long time, and the High Table is behind it – the Organization that has Continental Hotels all over the world. Boss Tang is one of the Major Shareholders of the High Table.
This is also why this black market remains strong after the turmoil in the New York Underworld.
The harsh words from the Old Bartender naturally wouldn't be taken seriously by Coulson.
"Forty seconds left!!"
Coulson's expression was indifferent. He held a pocket watch in his hand, timing it.
"San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf! Tomorrow evening, another batch of goods is set to depart from San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf!"
After saying this, the Old Bartender felt as if his entire body's strength had been drained.
Coulson paused the pocket watch, a smile on his lips, staring at the Old Bartender, a little suspicious. "You answered too quickly. Shouldn't you ask clearly what kind of goods I'm looking for? Or rather, are you lying to me again!"
"Shit! Fuck you!" the Old Bartender angrily pushed his head towards Coulson, roaring in a low voice:
"Listen, you son of a bitch, I don't know who you work for, but you're dead for sure.
Fuck, that's the Big Boss's goods. Nobody knows what's inside, but the ones receiving the goods are Huaguo people. Are you satisfied now?!"
"If you're satisfied, leave this place. Get the hell away—"
"Big Boss?! Is it Huaguo Tang?" Coulson pressed. the Old Bartender glanced at him with a mocking expression. "The Big Boss is the Big Boss. As for who it is, I don't know!
I serve the High Table, not the Big Boss!"
"Thank you!" Phil Coulson placed a green US dollar bill on the bar counter and said after politely thanking him.
"This is a tip!"
"Oh right! One more thing, for the sake of secrecy, you need to come with me. Don't worry, we will guarantee your safety!"
"Do you think you can take me out of here alive?!"
the Old Bartender's hand quietly reached under the bar counter. There was an old double-barreled hunting rifle there.
To be honest, he originally thought he wouldn't need this thing. He had been in this Underground Black Market for five or six years, and no one had ever dared to cause trouble here.
"If I were you, I'd put down the gun in my hand!"
Phil Coulson tapped the table. "It's okay if you don't come with me. I will release the information through our channels, saying that you betrayed Huaguo Tang!"
"Shit!" Hearing Phil Coulson's words, the Old Bartender looked at him with eyes like he was looking at a malicious devil.
"Don't worry, we have the Witness Protection Program. We can absolutely protect your safety!"
the Old Bartender was like a snake grabbed by its weak point. Helplessly, he could only follow Phil Coulson out of the black market.
Just as they left, a big man wearing a leather jacket stood up from the corner.
"Leader Lucien! The fish is on the hook!"
"Officer, the target has a batch of goods departing from San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf tomorrow night!"
Phil Coulson exited the Underground Black Market, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.
"Is the information accurate?"
Federal White House World Security Council Secretary-General Nick Fury answered the phone in front of the President.
"Hawkeye secretly retrieved the Mind Reader from S.H.I.E.L.D. I will confirm the accuracy of the intelligence as soon as possible!"
"Okay! Notify Natasha Romanoff. If the information is accurate, act immediately. Pay attention to keeping the action secret, do not reveal identity. What I want is evidence!"
"Yes, Officer!"
After Nick Fury hung up the phone, he looked at Francis opposite him.
"Mr. President! Tang has a batch of goods departing tomorrow. This is our chance!"
Nick Fury stared at Francis with his single eye, his eyes gleaming.
"Once the information about his collusion with Huaguo is confirmed, then we can obtain evidence of him betraying the Federation's interests. At that time, even the Sacred Shield Brotherhood behind him won't be able to protect him!"
Francis sat on the sofa, silently smoking a cigarette.
Tang Song's existence, for him, was ultimately a threat.
Tang Song's current power and influence are expanding too quickly.
The so-called criminal evidence against Tang Song that the CIA and Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) previously possessed can't restrain him at all now.
Over the past year, Nick Fury led the intelligence agencies of the CIA and the military, investigating Tang Song for a long time.
They vaguely found that many matters had his shadow behind them.
And recently, Tony Stark suffered a terrorist attack, which surprisingly implicated a transnational smuggling case involving arc reactors.
However, what he wanted was not to arrest Tang Song, but to hold evidence that could truly restrain Tang Song.
As for this dark-skinned person in front of him, he had investigated for over a year, repeatedly bypassing him to investigate the terrorist attack incident at the state guest house.
How much did he actually find out?
Francis's mind was filled with twists and turns, but his face showed no expression.
"Secretary-General Fury, go ahead and do it. If you can get the evidence, I will let Ross support you in terms of personnel!"
Nick Fury received the Federal President's promise and left the White House satisfied.
Nick Fury is a person with a strong desire for control. Although he had cooperated with Tang Song several times, and Tang Song had also provided them with help multiple times.
However, in Nick Fury's view, Tang Song was undoubtedly a hidden danger to Federal Security.
Therefore, over the past year, he had been collecting evidence, wanting to send Tang Song to prison.
And incidentally, regain the position of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director. Since Alexander Pierce can concurrently serve as the Secretary-General of the World Security Council and S.H.I.E.L.D. Director.
Why can't he?
Just as he left, an encrypted phone call was made from the White House Office.
"Hello, I am Tang Song..."
Leon Military Base, Tang Song stood in front of the Space Gate, reaching out to tease Xiao Hei. After answering the phone, his face wore a very gentle smile.
………………
