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Chapter 659
chapter 0287 part 1
Chapter 286: Asking for Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month (6000)
Federal New York, Raccoon City. A light blue Quinjet pierced through the clouds and swooped down towards Raccoon City. It descended directly towards the Artificial Lake in the center of Raccoon City, blue flames spewing from its fuselage, and the aircraft, painted with the black and white eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D., came to a stop on the Helipad of Lake Heart Island Manor.
The Quinjet's hatch opened, and Frank, clad in a blue polymer combat uniform, stepped onto the Helipad with his high-top boots. The Black Jade bracelet that had been on his wrist was gone at some point.
Frank looked up, only to see a black light already flying towards the Manor like an arrow.
"Welcome home, Mr. Frank. Boss is waiting for you in the botanical garden!"
At this moment, two fair-faced Asian maids walked over and bowed slightly to Frank.
Frank's gaze lingered on the two maids, not because he had any particular thoughts about them.
Having spent a long time in an Organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. with its Agent nature, he had grown accustomed to habitually scanning everyone he saw.
Although the two maids before him were wearing black and white Japanese Maid Outfits, judging by the calluses on their hands and the abrasions on the webs between their thumbs and forefingers, they were clearly not ordinary maids.
They must be the batch of female Ninjas Storm Shadow had recently trained in Japan! Frank nodded to the two, indicating he understood, and then walked towards the botanical garden.
Along the way, Frank noticed that compared to his last visit, the Manor's Security had significantly increased. The Black-clothed Bodyguards wearing earpieces had nearly doubled, and they were all well-trained experts.
In the misty botanical garden by the Lakeside, a figure seemingly composed of White Mist was bending over, holding a Pickaxe and digging a ditch in the hard Earth to channel water from the Artificial Lake to irrigate this small garden.
"Hiss hiss!"
"Meow!"
In the middle of the botanical garden, beneath the apple tree sapling that had grown to nearly a foot tall, a plump Big Orange was confronting an arm-thick Black Snake.
However, from Big Orange's aggrieved meows, it was clear that the Big Cat was at a disadvantage.
The Black Snake flicked its tongue, catching a Dewdrop dripping from the tender leaves of the apple tree. The expression of enjoyment, eyes narrowed, made the Big Orange next to it drool.
"Boss!?"
Frank, arriving at the botanical garden, was startled by the white mist-like figure before him. But upon closer inspection, he could vaguely discern the Boss's figure within the White Mist.
"You're here! How are things at the Forward Base?"
Tang Song straightened up, leaning on the Pickaxe beside him. On the head of the White Mist composed of Spiritual Energy, Boss Tang's handsome face was vividly materialized.
Tang Song saw Frank staring at his Spirit Mist body condensed from Divine Sense and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that my Main Body hasn't Emerge from Seclusion yet. This body is just a little trick condensed from Divine Sense!"
Frank suddenly understood, "It's good that you're alright. I saw that the Manor's Security had increased significantly, and I was a bit worried about your Safety. The safety of Leon Base is temporarily fine; the Intruders have been repelled. However, Professor Charles has been confirmed Brain Dead, and Jean Grey, the Minister of Education of Utopia, is in a Vegetative State. Magneto thinks they were injured protecting the World Security Council's Property and has been demanding an Explanation from the World Security Council nations! He has already taken a Private Jet to the World Security Council building!"
"The Security increase is because Lane noticed some small Mice making trouble in the gutters recently and was afraid they would interfere with my Cultivation," Tang Song waved his hand, explaining.
Frank frowned, "Boss, are those Freemasons? Wasn't the lesson we taught them last time enough!? Should we clean them up completely?"
The Freemasons had previously competed with Tang Group for Space Mining Rights and Boycotted Tang Group in various fields. Boss had ordered them to act ruthlessly.
Within half a year, seven High-level Staff members of the Freemasons died from sudden Illnesses, and the Freemasons had been quiet for over a year. He didn't expect them to dare to make a comeback.
"The Freemasons, we scared them enough last time. But people often only care about profit. For merchants, if the profit is sufficient, they can even sell the rope to hang themselves! Greed is something that cannot be cleaned up."
"This time, it's not just the Freemasons. Many people are just using the Freemasons' name. A descending Angel and an empty promise exposed them all. But it's also good; we can just weed out these troublesome guys like weeds and make room for planting crops!"
Tang Song bent down and used the Pickaxe to remove a weed, root and soil, then casually sprinkled a handful of seeds and covered them with his Foot.
"Boss, do you need me to use S.H.I.E.L.D. Manpower?" Frank watched as the Boss, condensed from White Mist, used the Pickaxe to dig a water ditch, and the water from the lake meandered to irrigate the newly buried seeds.
He hesitated to speak.
Tang Song looked up at him, "Use our own people. I've asked Adam to handle this. Using S.H.I.E.L.D. Manpower will eventually leave a Pretext!"
"Yes, Boss!" Frank nodded in agreement, but his Gaze didn't leave the Pickaxe in Tang Song's hand.
Tang Song was a little puzzled and couldn't help but look at his usual pickaxe, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Boss, before joining the Special Forces, I used to run a Farm. Your Method of planting is wrong. Seeds that have just been planted cannot be directly irrigated with water. Also, if you dig a ditch directly between the Artificial Lake and the Earth, the Water Flow will wash the ditch wider and wider, eventually flooding these lands!"
Tang Song raised his Head, and a pair of vivid eyes materialized in the White Mist, blinking as he looked at Frank. Frank nodded solemnly to Tang Song.
"Then you do it!"
In the White Mist, Boss Tang's face twisted, showing a hint of embarrassment turning into anger. Was he planting? He was cultivating his sentiment! Tang Song directly threw the Pickaxe to Frank, walked to the apple tree sapling, bent down, scooped up Big Orange, and began petting the cat and teasing the snake.
Frank held the Pickaxe and was quite earnest. He carried the pickaxe directly to the Lakeside, intending to first block the ditch and water channel the Boss had dug.
Just as he reached the Lakeside and was about to bend down to dig soil, his Eyes met the Lake Surface. In the water, a pale human face surfaced, a pair of resentful Eyes staring directly at him.
The bizarre scene made the hairs on Frank's back instantly stand on end. His Heart pounded like a drum. With an instinctive reaction that left no time for thought, his Qi and Blood surged, and he directly entered the Zhu Yan Transformation state. His Muscle bulged like Flood Dragons, and blood-red hair sprouted from the Pores all over his Body. In the blink of an eye, a Zhu Yan-red Human Form Monkey, four to five meters tall, appeared by the Lakeside.
Frank, in his Zhu Yan Transformation, had golden-red Eyes, faintly burning with Crimson Flames. This time, he finally saw clearly what was in the lake water. Beneath the Lake Surface was a Monster that was half-human and half-fish-tailed. Its upper Body was a pale-faced blonde Beauty, and its lower Body was a colorful fish tail.
The Siren under the lake water was startled when Frank transformed from a human into a large monkey. With a flick of its fish tail, it tried to dive underwater.
Frank instinctively reached out a hand, and an eight to nine-meter-long, bowl-thick black-gold rod appeared out of thin Space in his furry Palm. He swung the rod and smashed it towards the Lake Surface.
Chapter 286: Asking for Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month (6000)
Federal New York, Raccoon City. A light blue Quinjet pierced through the clouds and swooped down towards Raccoon City. It descended directly towards the Artificial Lake in the center of Raccoon City, blue flames spewing from its fuselage, and the aircraft, painted with the black and white eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D., came to a stop on the Helipad of Lake Heart Island Manor.
The Quinjet's hatch opened, and Frank, clad in a blue polymer combat uniform, stepped onto the Helipad with his high-top boots. The Black Jade bracelet that had been on his wrist was gone at some point.
Frank looked up, only to see a black light already flying towards the Manor like an arrow.
"Welcome home, Mr. Frank. Boss is waiting for you in the botanical garden!"
At this moment, two fair-faced Asian maids walked over and bowed slightly to Frank.
Frank's gaze lingered on the two maids, not because he had any particular thoughts about them.
Having spent a long time in an Organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. with its Agent nature, he had grown accustomed to habitually scanning everyone he saw.
Although the two maids before him were wearing black and white Japanese Maid Outfits, judging by the calluses on their hands and the abrasions on the webs between their thumbs and forefingers, they were clearly not ordinary maids.
They must be the batch of female Ninjas Storm Shadow had recently trained in Japan! Frank nodded to the two, indicating he understood, and then walked towards the botanical garden.
Along the way, Frank noticed that compared to his last visit, the Manor's Security had significantly increased. The Black-clothed Bodyguards wearing earpieces had nearly doubled, and they were all well-trained experts.
In the misty botanical garden by the Lakeside, a figure seemingly composed of White Mist was bending over, holding a Pickaxe and digging a ditch in the hard Earth to channel water from the Artificial Lake to irrigate this small garden.
"Hiss hiss!"
"Meow!"
In the middle of the botanical garden, beneath the apple tree sapling that had grown to nearly a foot tall, a plump Big Orange was confronting an arm-thick Black Snake.
However, from Big Orange's aggrieved meows, it was clear that the Big Cat was at a disadvantage.
The Black Snake flicked its tongue, catching a Dewdrop dripping from the tender leaves of the apple tree. The expression of enjoyment, eyes narrowed, made the Big Orange next to it drool.
"Boss!?"
Frank, arriving at the botanical garden, was startled by the white mist-like figure before him. But upon closer inspection, he could vaguely discern the Boss's figure within the White Mist.
"You're here! How are things at the Forward Base?"
Tang Song straightened up, leaning on the Pickaxe beside him. On the head of the White Mist composed of Spiritual Energy, Boss Tang's handsome face was vividly materialized.
Tang Song saw Frank staring at his Spirit Mist body condensed from Divine Sense and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that my Main Body hasn't Emerge from Seclusion yet. This body is just a little trick condensed from Divine Sense!"
Frank suddenly understood, "It's good that you're alright. I saw that the Manor's Security had increased significantly, and I was a bit worried about your Safety. The safety of Leon Base is temporarily fine; the Intruders have been repelled. However, Professor Charles has been confirmed Brain Dead, and Jean Grey, the Minister of Education of Utopia, is in a Vegetative State. Magneto thinks they were injured protecting the World Security Council's Property and has been demanding an Explanation from the World Security Council nations! He has already taken a Private Jet to the World Security Council building!"
"The Security increase is because Lane noticed some small Mice making trouble in the gutters recently and was afraid they would interfere with my Cultivation," Tang Song waved his hand, explaining.
Frank frowned, "Boss, are those Freemasons? Wasn't the lesson we taught them last time enough!? Should we clean them up completely?"
The Freemasons had previously competed with Tang Group for Space Mining Rights and Boycotted Tang Group in various fields. Boss had ordered them to act ruthlessly.
Within half a year, seven High-level Staff members of the Freemasons died from sudden Illnesses, and the Freemasons had been quiet for over a year. He didn't expect them to dare to make a comeback.
"The Freemasons, we scared them enough last time. But people often only care about profit. For merchants, if the profit is sufficient, they can even sell the rope to hang themselves! Greed is something that cannot be cleaned up."
"This time, it's not just the Freemasons. Many people are just using the Freemasons' name. A descending Angel and an empty promise exposed them all. But it's also good; we can just weed out these troublesome guys like weeds and make room for planting crops!"
Tang Song bent down and used the Pickaxe to remove a weed, root and soil, then casually sprinkled a handful of seeds and covered them with his Foot.
"Boss, do you need me to use S.H.I.E.L.D. Manpower?" Frank watched as the Boss, condensed from White Mist, used the Pickaxe to dig a water ditch, and the water from the lake meandered to irrigate the newly buried seeds.
He hesitated to speak.
Tang Song looked up at him, "Use our own people. I've asked Adam to handle this. Using S.H.I.E.L.D. Manpower will eventually leave a Pretext!"
"Yes, Boss!" Frank nodded in agreement, but his Gaze didn't leave the Pickaxe in Tang Song's hand.
Tang Song was a little puzzled and couldn't help but look at his usual pickaxe, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Boss, before joining the Special Forces, I used to run a Farm. Your Method of planting is wrong. Seeds that have just been planted cannot be directly irrigated with water. Also, if you dig a ditch directly between the Artificial Lake and the Earth, the Water Flow will wash the ditch wider and wider, eventually flooding these lands!"
Tang Song raised his Head, and a pair of vivid eyes materialized in the White Mist, blinking as he looked at Frank. Frank nodded solemnly to Tang Song.
"Then you do it!"
In the White Mist, Boss Tang's face twisted, showing a hint of embarrassment turning into anger. Was he planting? He was cultivating his sentiment! Tang Song directly threw the Pickaxe to Frank, walked to the apple tree sapling, bent down, scooped up Big Orange, and began petting the cat and teasing the snake.
Frank held the Pickaxe and was quite earnest. He carried the pickaxe directly to the Lakeside, intending to first block the ditch and water channel the Boss had dug.
Just as he reached the Lakeside and was about to bend down to dig soil, his Eyes met the Lake Surface. In the water, a pale human face surfaced, a pair of resentful Eyes staring directly at him.
The bizarre scene made the hairs on Frank's back instantly stand on end. His Heart pounded like a drum. With an instinctive reaction that left no time for thought, his Qi and Blood surged, and he directly entered the Zhu Yan Transformation state. His Muscle bulged like Flood Dragons, and blood-red hair sprouted from the Pores all over his Body. In the blink of an eye, a Zhu Yan-red Human Form Monkey, four to five meters tall, appeared by the Lakeside.
Frank, in his Zhu Yan Transformation, had golden-red Eyes, faintly burning with Crimson Flames. This time, he finally saw clearly what was in the lake water. Beneath the Lake Surface was a Monster that was half-human and half-fish-tailed. Its upper Body was a pale-faced blonde Beauty, and its lower Body was a colorful fish tail.
The Siren under the lake water was startled when Frank transformed from a human into a large monkey. With a flick of its fish tail, it tried to dive underwater.
Frank instinctively reached out a hand, and an eight to nine-meter-long, bowl-thick black-gold rod appeared out of thin Space in his furry Palm. He swung the rod and smashed it towards the Lake Surface.
