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Chapter 59
chapter 0047 part 1
# Chapter 47: Mantis, Oriole, Hunter
Leaving Kane's security company training ground, Tang Song got into a black Mercedes-Benz.
Kane sat in the driver's seat, acting as the driver.
Tang Song sat in the back seat of the black Mercedes-Benz, speaking softly.
"Understood, Boss!"
Kane, focused on driving in the driver's seat, nodded in response.
The Painter is an ambitious and intelligent person. Someone with this personality would never be content to be subservient.
For Tang Song, Li Wen, with this personality, was an unstable factor.
However, the production of Super US Dollars in the early stages was inseparable from him, especially concerning the Counterfeit Plates.
But with Kane watching him, one Li Wen couldn't cause too much trouble.
"This batch of counterfeit currency has a large face value and a large quantity. It's impossible to sell it using the old methods. Once Li Wen prints this batch of US Dollars, we'll wholesale it out!"
Tang Song leaned his head back on the seat, closed his eyes to rest, and instructed Kane.
Previously, because the quantity of counterfeit currency was small, Tang Song and his group had their own channels – Casinos, convenience stores, laundromats – where they could discreetly circulate hundreds of millions of Super US Dollars without anyone knowing.
The Painter's craftsmanship was impeccable. The Super US Dollars produced by him could fool most Class C Counterfeit Detectors on the market and could be used as genuine currency.
However, this batch amounted to 70 billion US Dollars. If released all at once, the entire Federation's financial market would tremble.
To be cautious, Tang Song still planned to mitigate the risk.
"Right, how's the investigation into the Textile Factory I asked you to look into?"
Kane observed Tang Song's expression through the rearview mirror inside the car, adjusting the car speed accordingly.
He always drove very smoothly, the car almost always moving at a constant speed.
Tang Song in the back barely felt any bumps.
"Our surveillance personnel reported that the security there is very tight, but it doesn't seem like a government agency. Based on the intelligence analysis sent back, it should be a Stronghold for assassins!"
"Tell your people to be careful. That's the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Assassins!"
Tang Song said, his eyes closed, stroking the Jade Ring on his thumb.
They only found out later about the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins attempting to assassinate Tang Song.
Now hearing that the Textile Factory was a Brotherhood of Assassins Stronghold, Kane immediately wanted to go and eliminate that group of assassins.
"Wait a moment," Tang Song raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He had some plans regarding the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins, but he needed to go there himself.
Tang Song was also quite curious about which bastard hired the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins to kill him! "How are Frank and our Vigilante Mr. getting along?"
During this time, at his suggestion, Frank had put on the Punisher's vest and mixed with several vigilantes in New York.
Tang Song provided intelligence, helping them strike at New York's biggest gang leader - Kingpin.
……………
Night, New York suburbs, Scrap Yard, where lights were faintly visible.
"Twenty-seven gunmen, six sentries. This should be Kingpin's drug manufacturing plant, no mistake!"
Frank hid behind the wheel hub of an abandoned vehicle, his eyes as bright as a black wolf's in the night.
"You sneak in, I'll take care of them!"
Frank performed a tactical maneuver towards Matt Murdock, signaling him.
Matt Murdock nodded, propped his hands on the ground, and moved as flexibly as a ghost in the night, quickly moving through the Scrap Yard using the abandoned vehicles for cover.
The gunmen and sentries in the car plant had no way of detecting him.
Often, as soon as their gaze swept over, Matt Murdock would sense it in advance and quickly hide.
"Good moves!"
Frank watched Matt Murdock's figure disappear at the Factory Building entrance, chewed chewing gum, half-squatted, and pulled the trigger of the MA416 assault rifle.
Bang bang bang...
As his finger pulled the trigger, Frank felt as if time stopped at that moment.
The Zhuyan Breathing Technique within God-Demon Transformation not only allowed his physical fitness and stamina to break through.
When entering the battlefield, his mental state felt like returning home, exceptionally relaxed, as if he had transformed into the master of this battlefield.
Zhuyan - Resembles an ape, with a white head and red feet, its appearance signifies war, a fierce beast of war! The bullets fired from the MA416 assault rifle each accurately hit a gunman's forehead.
In a few seconds, all the gunmen within his line of sight fell.
"Enemy attack!"
The remaining few gunmen shouted and retreated behind bunkers.
Half-leaning out, they returned fire towards Frank with their guns.
People inside the Factory Building also heard the commotion, and a squad of gunmen rushed out from inside, unleashing frantic firepower from dozens of meters away with shotguns and submachine guns.
"Hey! Bastards, taste this!"
Frank performed a few tactical maneuvers, circled around into the back of an abandoned pickup truck, took out a hand grenade, bit off the safety pin, and tossed it lightly.
"Boom!"
Inside the Factory Building, dozens of workers wearing work clothes seemed completely oblivious to the commotion outside, focusing on manipulating the white powder on the workbench.
More than a dozen gunmen patrolled back and forth in the workshop!
Hearing the explosion outside, their expressions changed simultaneously.
"Enemy attack! Quickly notify Boss Bullseye, call Mr. Kingpin!"
"Pack things up, transfer, it's not safe here anymore!"
Matt Murdock, in his black and red tight suit, hooked his leg onto a beam and hung halfway from the pillar. "No, we can't let them take the people away! These are enough to send Kingpin to prison!"
Matt Murdock "looked" at the drugs piled up in the factory and the workers manufacturing drugs, making up his mind. He released his leg and leaped down from the beam, swinging his specialized telescopic blind cane directly towards the gunmen's faces.
"Da da da"
Frank was well aware of the importance of strategic transfer. He would fire a few shots and then move to a different location, making it impossible for the gunmen to concentrate firepower on him.
The countless abandoned vehicles in the Scrap Yard were the best cover. Basically, as long as he wasn't unlucky enough to be hit by a stray bullet.
Frank could easily eliminate dozens of gunmen with his firepower.
"Excellent!"
Manor living room, Tang Song cut the veal steak on his plate, watching the projector screen, like watching a movie, observing Frank's brilliant performance.
After Frank's physical fitness improved, not to mention ordinary people, even some mutants and superheroes might not be his match when he was fully armed.
Over twenty scrapped cars in the Abandoned Car Repair Shop were sent in by people Tang Song arranged, and they were installed with specialized miniature camera devices.
It could be said that Kingpin's drug manufacturing plant's every move was under his nose.
Tang Song didn't know that Kingpin had paid to hire assassins to kill him, but New York's territory was only so big. A single mountain forest could only support one tiger.
If Tang Song wanted to rise, he naturally had to remove obstacles.
"How much stock Kingpin had recently accumulated?"
Lane was using a knife and fork to tackle the red sausage on his plate. Hearing Tang Song's question, he calculated, "Based on the time their raw materials entered and the number of workers, there should be about 12 million USD worth of goods!"
Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took a paper towel to wipe his hands. "12 million, that amount is enough to send our Mr. Wilson to jail for a while!"
…………
Abandoned Car Repair Shop. At this moment, Frank, relying on his skill and gun, was almost completely suppressing Kingpin's group of gunmen.
Just as he did a side-prone maneuver and slid under an abandoned vehicle, a black knife with a sharp whistling sound slashed towards his neck.
The angle was tricky, the strike was extremely vicious, and the key was that Frank hadn't even detected when the enemy had approached.
"Crack!"
Frank didn't have time to think, raising his MA16 horizontally in front of him. The sharp katana cut halfway in directly. Frank used his right hand to block the katana and quickly reached for his waist with his left hand.
# Chapter 47: Mantis, Oriole, Hunter
Leaving Kane's security company training ground, Tang Song got into a black Mercedes-Benz.
Kane sat in the driver's seat, acting as the driver.
Tang Song sat in the back seat of the black Mercedes-Benz, speaking softly.
"Understood, Boss!"
Kane, focused on driving in the driver's seat, nodded in response.
The Painter is an ambitious and intelligent person. Someone with this personality would never be content to be subservient.
For Tang Song, Li Wen, with this personality, was an unstable factor.
However, the production of Super US Dollars in the early stages was inseparable from him, especially concerning the Counterfeit Plates.
But with Kane watching him, one Li Wen couldn't cause too much trouble.
"This batch of counterfeit currency has a large face value and a large quantity. It's impossible to sell it using the old methods. Once Li Wen prints this batch of US Dollars, we'll wholesale it out!"
Tang Song leaned his head back on the seat, closed his eyes to rest, and instructed Kane.
Previously, because the quantity of counterfeit currency was small, Tang Song and his group had their own channels – Casinos, convenience stores, laundromats – where they could discreetly circulate hundreds of millions of Super US Dollars without anyone knowing.
The Painter's craftsmanship was impeccable. The Super US Dollars produced by him could fool most Class C Counterfeit Detectors on the market and could be used as genuine currency.
However, this batch amounted to 70 billion US Dollars. If released all at once, the entire Federation's financial market would tremble.
To be cautious, Tang Song still planned to mitigate the risk.
"Right, how's the investigation into the Textile Factory I asked you to look into?"
Kane observed Tang Song's expression through the rearview mirror inside the car, adjusting the car speed accordingly.
He always drove very smoothly, the car almost always moving at a constant speed.
Tang Song in the back barely felt any bumps.
"Our surveillance personnel reported that the security there is very tight, but it doesn't seem like a government agency. Based on the intelligence analysis sent back, it should be a Stronghold for assassins!"
"Tell your people to be careful. That's the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Assassins!"
Tang Song said, his eyes closed, stroking the Jade Ring on his thumb.
They only found out later about the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins attempting to assassinate Tang Song.
Now hearing that the Textile Factory was a Brotherhood of Assassins Stronghold, Kane immediately wanted to go and eliminate that group of assassins.
"Wait a moment," Tang Song raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He had some plans regarding the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins, but he needed to go there himself.
Tang Song was also quite curious about which bastard hired the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins to kill him! "How are Frank and our Vigilante Mr. getting along?"
During this time, at his suggestion, Frank had put on the Punisher's vest and mixed with several vigilantes in New York.
Tang Song provided intelligence, helping them strike at New York's biggest gang leader - Kingpin.
……………
Night, New York suburbs, Scrap Yard, where lights were faintly visible.
"Twenty-seven gunmen, six sentries. This should be Kingpin's drug manufacturing plant, no mistake!"
Frank hid behind the wheel hub of an abandoned vehicle, his eyes as bright as a black wolf's in the night.
"You sneak in, I'll take care of them!"
Frank performed a tactical maneuver towards Matt Murdock, signaling him.
Matt Murdock nodded, propped his hands on the ground, and moved as flexibly as a ghost in the night, quickly moving through the Scrap Yard using the abandoned vehicles for cover.
The gunmen and sentries in the car plant had no way of detecting him.
Often, as soon as their gaze swept over, Matt Murdock would sense it in advance and quickly hide.
"Good moves!"
Frank watched Matt Murdock's figure disappear at the Factory Building entrance, chewed chewing gum, half-squatted, and pulled the trigger of the MA416 assault rifle.
Bang bang bang...
As his finger pulled the trigger, Frank felt as if time stopped at that moment.
The Zhuyan Breathing Technique within God-Demon Transformation not only allowed his physical fitness and stamina to break through.
When entering the battlefield, his mental state felt like returning home, exceptionally relaxed, as if he had transformed into the master of this battlefield.
Zhuyan - Resembles an ape, with a white head and red feet, its appearance signifies war, a fierce beast of war! The bullets fired from the MA416 assault rifle each accurately hit a gunman's forehead.
In a few seconds, all the gunmen within his line of sight fell.
"Enemy attack!"
The remaining few gunmen shouted and retreated behind bunkers.
Half-leaning out, they returned fire towards Frank with their guns.
People inside the Factory Building also heard the commotion, and a squad of gunmen rushed out from inside, unleashing frantic firepower from dozens of meters away with shotguns and submachine guns.
"Hey! Bastards, taste this!"
Frank performed a few tactical maneuvers, circled around into the back of an abandoned pickup truck, took out a hand grenade, bit off the safety pin, and tossed it lightly.
"Boom!"
Inside the Factory Building, dozens of workers wearing work clothes seemed completely oblivious to the commotion outside, focusing on manipulating the white powder on the workbench.
More than a dozen gunmen patrolled back and forth in the workshop!
Hearing the explosion outside, their expressions changed simultaneously.
"Enemy attack! Quickly notify Boss Bullseye, call Mr. Kingpin!"
"Pack things up, transfer, it's not safe here anymore!"
Matt Murdock, in his black and red tight suit, hooked his leg onto a beam and hung halfway from the pillar. "No, we can't let them take the people away! These are enough to send Kingpin to prison!"
Matt Murdock "looked" at the drugs piled up in the factory and the workers manufacturing drugs, making up his mind. He released his leg and leaped down from the beam, swinging his specialized telescopic blind cane directly towards the gunmen's faces.
"Da da da"
Frank was well aware of the importance of strategic transfer. He would fire a few shots and then move to a different location, making it impossible for the gunmen to concentrate firepower on him.
The countless abandoned vehicles in the Scrap Yard were the best cover. Basically, as long as he wasn't unlucky enough to be hit by a stray bullet.
Frank could easily eliminate dozens of gunmen with his firepower.
"Excellent!"
Manor living room, Tang Song cut the veal steak on his plate, watching the projector screen, like watching a movie, observing Frank's brilliant performance.
After Frank's physical fitness improved, not to mention ordinary people, even some mutants and superheroes might not be his match when he was fully armed.
Over twenty scrapped cars in the Abandoned Car Repair Shop were sent in by people Tang Song arranged, and they were installed with specialized miniature camera devices.
It could be said that Kingpin's drug manufacturing plant's every move was under his nose.
Tang Song didn't know that Kingpin had paid to hire assassins to kill him, but New York's territory was only so big. A single mountain forest could only support one tiger.
If Tang Song wanted to rise, he naturally had to remove obstacles.
"How much stock Kingpin had recently accumulated?"
Lane was using a knife and fork to tackle the red sausage on his plate. Hearing Tang Song's question, he calculated, "Based on the time their raw materials entered and the number of workers, there should be about 12 million USD worth of goods!"
Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took a paper towel to wipe his hands. "12 million, that amount is enough to send our Mr. Wilson to jail for a while!"
…………
Abandoned Car Repair Shop. At this moment, Frank, relying on his skill and gun, was almost completely suppressing Kingpin's group of gunmen.
Just as he did a side-prone maneuver and slid under an abandoned vehicle, a black knife with a sharp whistling sound slashed towards his neck.
The angle was tricky, the strike was extremely vicious, and the key was that Frank hadn't even detected when the enemy had approached.
"Crack!"
Frank didn't have time to think, raising his MA16 horizontally in front of him. The sharp katana cut halfway in directly. Frank used his right hand to block the katana and quickly reached for his waist with his left hand.
