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Chapter 518
chapter 0234 part 2
After connecting the communicator, a familiar voice came through Star-Lord's ear.
"I'm busy, I have a big job here too, I can't get away!" Star-Lord said, flipping through the records in his hand while dealing with Yondu on the other end of the communicator.
After accepting Boss Tang's employment and receiving the first deposit, Star-Lord no longer cared for Yondu's so-called big business.
What business could compare to purchasing over a dozen Spaceships in one go?
"Heh heh, big job? What big job did you get this time? Helping the Kree find their lost pet, or smuggling your junk?"
On Planet Contraxia in the Milky Way Galaxy, inside a noisy Bar, several robot-like waitresses were carrying trays, delivering cups of murky liquid resembling alcohol to the Guests' tables.
Contraxia, this Planet is a resting stop for various Ravager Tribes. Spaceships occasionally landed from the sky, docking at the space Harbour.
The people inside this Bar were all burly, their temperaments filled with killing intent, and each was equipped with an energy gun.
A Big man wearing a rooster-comb-like decoration on his head laughed, revealing a mouth full of yellowed teeth. Seven or eight Ravagers from various races sat around him.
When they heard Yondu jokingly mocking Star-Lord, several Big men burst into laughter simultaneously.
"Alright! Listen, the employer needs this thing urgently. I need you to go to Planet Morag to find something and bring it back. I'll give you 10% commission this time!"
"10%? I haven't finished the mission I'm currently on, so I won't take this job! Boss, how much are these records? Beep Beep Beep—"
Listening to the sound of the communicator hanging up, Yondu was silent for a moment, then chuckled hoarsely:
"Hahaha, not making money isn't like that kid Star-Lord. He's not tempted by a ten percent commission, he didn't even ask about the commission. Sally, go back to the Spaceship, locate Star-Lord's position. I have a feeling he's definitely got a big money-making business on his hands right now!"
"Okay! Leader, I'll go check right away!" The burly grey-skinned Big man, waving his four arms, downed the alcohol in his cup in one gulp, then got up and walked towards the Bar Exit.
"Leader, what about the Orb mission? Since Star-Lord isn't willing, how about I go?"
A three-eyed person held a wine glass, looked at Yondu, and volunteered.
Yondu glared at him. "No, Bayer, you're not as good as Star-Lord at bypassing security mechanisms. The Orb Temple there only appears once every three hundred years. We don't have many chances to make mistakes!"
Bayer took a big, frustrated gulp of the liquid in his wine glass. Although somewhat unconvinced, he knew Leader Yondu was right.
Among their group of Ravagers, although Star-Lord was the scrawniest, the strange little gadgets he invented were indeed better than everyone else's for studying ancient civilization Ruins.
In the past, they always assigned these ruin exploration and treasure hunting missions to Star-Lord.
Now that Star-Lord had suddenly quit, they truly couldn't find suitable manpower for a while.
Earth, New York, inside Zhen De Bang Record Store.
Star-Lord took a stack of records to the counter, and under the surprised gaze of the plump white Boss, pulled out a black Centurion Card and paid for the records.
When Star-Lord walked out of the record store with a stack of records, Tang Song's figure was no longer outside the door, only two Bodyguards were standing guard outside the record store.
"Mr. Quill, the Boss has some matters to attend to. Would you like to return to your residence now or continue browsing—!"
Star-Lord glanced at the Black-clothed Bodyguard, then looked at the records in his hand. "I need some equipment to play these classic records!"
"Please get in the car, I'll take you there now!"
A Black-clothed Bodyguard opened the Mercedes-Benz Car door and gestured for Star-Lord to enter. While the two Bodyguards were taking Star-Lord around New York,
inside the Living Room of Tang Manor, Tang Song sat on the sofa, holding a thick stack of data.
Kane sat in front of Tang Song with a grim expression. He clenched his fists, making cracking sounds. A faint hidden power echoed in the Living Room, causing people's eardrums to ache.
Someone was plotting against the Boss. He rushed back as soon as he received the information.
On the other side, Lane and Frank were also thoroughly investigating the Organization behind the scenes, digging deep to uncover their roots.
This data in Tang Song's hand was what Frank had investigated through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s channels.
"Boss, no matter what kind of Organization this Freemasons is, I will definitely dig them out," Kane finally said after a long silence.
Picking up a glass of wine, Tang Song took a slow sip and smiled:
"A bunch of clowns, don't take it to heart. However, some rats still need to be cleared out. You handle this matter."
A thick stack of documents was thrown into Kane's hand, and Kane began to read through them.
The data recorded the identities and origins of the Agents who had infiltrated the Tang Group Company's research departments since the company's establishment.
The anti-infiltration investigation results of the Tang Group's Military-Industrial Department's B-Level Research Institute, detailing the process of leaking research data for over fifteen types of weapon equipment below A-Level.
A-Level Research Institute, peripheral Researcher identity identification report. Of those who joined in the past year, over a third of the scientists were spies from various countries and Organizations of influence.
Ten percent of the middle and lower management of the Tang Group's largest current subsidiaries showed signs of being contacted and compromised.
"Boss, I'll immediately mobilize manpower and clean all these people out!" Kane gripped the documents tightly.
Tang Song waved his hand. "Our core strength lies in the A-Level and above Laboratories at the Raccoon City Hive Base. As for the less important things, it doesn't matter if they see them. Cut off the hands reaching towards these Laboratories, and be ruthless!"
"Yes, Boss," Kane said in a low voice. "But the Freemasons clearly want to screw us over! We need to settle this score!"
Tang Song nodded. The Freemasons Organization had indeed overextended itself. Seeing how much he was gaining, the major zaibatsu hiding behind the scenes thought they could use tricks to force him to give up his profits.
That's somewhat interesting.
Tang Song toyed with the wine glass in his hand. The Freemasons were a loose Alliance. Although in West's eyes, they were just a third-rate Organization composed of masons.
However, after developing for several hundred years,
Thanks to the development of industrial capital, the Freemasons, originally composed of craftsmen, have now become synonymous with money and authority.
A bunch of happily hopping fleas, like sharks smelling blood, what they want are the profits from the Space Gate.
Fools blinded by profit, they voluntarily joined forces and controlled roughly eight percent of the world's energy, Mining, public welfare, and economy, and then had the audacity to make a move against him.
They didn't even think about talking to Boss Tang.
Truly courting death! Originally, Tang Song had the mind to play with them,
Unfortunately, they were foolish enough to contact Phil Coulson and Steve Rogers, investigate the so-called death of Nick Fury, and point the finger at Boss Tang. If this isn't courting death, what is?
"Notify Ana and Madame Hydra to cooperate with Black Widow. If Steve Rogers finds any clues, show no mercy, eliminate them!"
"Yes, Boss!"
After connecting the communicator, a familiar voice came through Star-Lord's ear.
"I'm busy, I have a big job here too, I can't get away!" Star-Lord said, flipping through the records in his hand while dealing with Yondu on the other end of the communicator.
After accepting Boss Tang's employment and receiving the first deposit, Star-Lord no longer cared for Yondu's so-called big business.
What business could compare to purchasing over a dozen Spaceships in one go?
"Heh heh, big job? What big job did you get this time? Helping the Kree find their lost pet, or smuggling your junk?"
On Planet Contraxia in the Milky Way Galaxy, inside a noisy Bar, several robot-like waitresses were carrying trays, delivering cups of murky liquid resembling alcohol to the Guests' tables.
Contraxia, this Planet is a resting stop for various Ravager Tribes. Spaceships occasionally landed from the sky, docking at the space Harbour.
The people inside this Bar were all burly, their temperaments filled with killing intent, and each was equipped with an energy gun.
A Big man wearing a rooster-comb-like decoration on his head laughed, revealing a mouth full of yellowed teeth. Seven or eight Ravagers from various races sat around him.
When they heard Yondu jokingly mocking Star-Lord, several Big men burst into laughter simultaneously.
"Alright! Listen, the employer needs this thing urgently. I need you to go to Planet Morag to find something and bring it back. I'll give you 10% commission this time!"
"10%? I haven't finished the mission I'm currently on, so I won't take this job! Boss, how much are these records? Beep Beep Beep—"
Listening to the sound of the communicator hanging up, Yondu was silent for a moment, then chuckled hoarsely:
"Hahaha, not making money isn't like that kid Star-Lord. He's not tempted by a ten percent commission, he didn't even ask about the commission. Sally, go back to the Spaceship, locate Star-Lord's position. I have a feeling he's definitely got a big money-making business on his hands right now!"
"Okay! Leader, I'll go check right away!" The burly grey-skinned Big man, waving his four arms, downed the alcohol in his cup in one gulp, then got up and walked towards the Bar Exit.
"Leader, what about the Orb mission? Since Star-Lord isn't willing, how about I go?"
A three-eyed person held a wine glass, looked at Yondu, and volunteered.
Yondu glared at him. "No, Bayer, you're not as good as Star-Lord at bypassing security mechanisms. The Orb Temple there only appears once every three hundred years. We don't have many chances to make mistakes!"
Bayer took a big, frustrated gulp of the liquid in his wine glass. Although somewhat unconvinced, he knew Leader Yondu was right.
Among their group of Ravagers, although Star-Lord was the scrawniest, the strange little gadgets he invented were indeed better than everyone else's for studying ancient civilization Ruins.
In the past, they always assigned these ruin exploration and treasure hunting missions to Star-Lord.
Now that Star-Lord had suddenly quit, they truly couldn't find suitable manpower for a while.
Earth, New York, inside Zhen De Bang Record Store.
Star-Lord took a stack of records to the counter, and under the surprised gaze of the plump white Boss, pulled out a black Centurion Card and paid for the records.
When Star-Lord walked out of the record store with a stack of records, Tang Song's figure was no longer outside the door, only two Bodyguards were standing guard outside the record store.
"Mr. Quill, the Boss has some matters to attend to. Would you like to return to your residence now or continue browsing—!"
Star-Lord glanced at the Black-clothed Bodyguard, then looked at the records in his hand. "I need some equipment to play these classic records!"
"Please get in the car, I'll take you there now!"
A Black-clothed Bodyguard opened the Mercedes-Benz Car door and gestured for Star-Lord to enter. While the two Bodyguards were taking Star-Lord around New York,
inside the Living Room of Tang Manor, Tang Song sat on the sofa, holding a thick stack of data.
Kane sat in front of Tang Song with a grim expression. He clenched his fists, making cracking sounds. A faint hidden power echoed in the Living Room, causing people's eardrums to ache.
Someone was plotting against the Boss. He rushed back as soon as he received the information.
On the other side, Lane and Frank were also thoroughly investigating the Organization behind the scenes, digging deep to uncover their roots.
This data in Tang Song's hand was what Frank had investigated through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s channels.
"Boss, no matter what kind of Organization this Freemasons is, I will definitely dig them out," Kane finally said after a long silence.
Picking up a glass of wine, Tang Song took a slow sip and smiled:
"A bunch of clowns, don't take it to heart. However, some rats still need to be cleared out. You handle this matter."
A thick stack of documents was thrown into Kane's hand, and Kane began to read through them.
The data recorded the identities and origins of the Agents who had infiltrated the Tang Group Company's research departments since the company's establishment.
The anti-infiltration investigation results of the Tang Group's Military-Industrial Department's B-Level Research Institute, detailing the process of leaking research data for over fifteen types of weapon equipment below A-Level.
A-Level Research Institute, peripheral Researcher identity identification report. Of those who joined in the past year, over a third of the scientists were spies from various countries and Organizations of influence.
Ten percent of the middle and lower management of the Tang Group's largest current subsidiaries showed signs of being contacted and compromised.
"Boss, I'll immediately mobilize manpower and clean all these people out!" Kane gripped the documents tightly.
Tang Song waved his hand. "Our core strength lies in the A-Level and above Laboratories at the Raccoon City Hive Base. As for the less important things, it doesn't matter if they see them. Cut off the hands reaching towards these Laboratories, and be ruthless!"
"Yes, Boss," Kane said in a low voice. "But the Freemasons clearly want to screw us over! We need to settle this score!"
Tang Song nodded. The Freemasons Organization had indeed overextended itself. Seeing how much he was gaining, the major zaibatsu hiding behind the scenes thought they could use tricks to force him to give up his profits.
That's somewhat interesting.
Tang Song toyed with the wine glass in his hand. The Freemasons were a loose Alliance. Although in West's eyes, they were just a third-rate Organization composed of masons.
However, after developing for several hundred years,
Thanks to the development of industrial capital, the Freemasons, originally composed of craftsmen, have now become synonymous with money and authority.
A bunch of happily hopping fleas, like sharks smelling blood, what they want are the profits from the Space Gate.
Fools blinded by profit, they voluntarily joined forces and controlled roughly eight percent of the world's energy, Mining, public welfare, and economy, and then had the audacity to make a move against him.
They didn't even think about talking to Boss Tang.
Truly courting death! Originally, Tang Song had the mind to play with them,
Unfortunately, they were foolish enough to contact Phil Coulson and Steve Rogers, investigate the so-called death of Nick Fury, and point the finger at Boss Tang. If this isn't courting death, what is?
"Notify Ana and Madame Hydra to cooperate with Black Widow. If Steve Rogers finds any clues, show no mercy, eliminate them!"
"Yes, Boss!"
