Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 118 Airport Informant
Ushuaia-Malvinas International Airport

In front of the waiting room where people come and go, a group of bodyguards in black formed a circle, blocking out a row of private spaces.

It attracted many passengers who pulled their suitcases into the waiting room to turn back frequently.

For a while, it caused a lot of congestion to the terminal square of this small airport.

After hearing the news, several Argentine federal airport police came, and Fox came forward with two bodyguards to negotiate.

When a bodyguard secretly stuffed a stack of small green papers with Franklin on it into the hands of a sheriff.

The sheriff was very friendly and expressed his honor to Boss Tang and his party to come to Ushuaia.

And I am sorry for the unpleasant experience that the chaotic airport order brought to Boss Tang and others.

After finishing the courtesies, the sheriff took a few subordinates and began to guide the airport order.

Obviously the Confederates were not to everyone's liking, but Franklin was to everyone,
Compared with the Argentine peso, the green Franklin is obviously more attractive.

Under the maintenance of several airport policemen, the square in front of the waiting room regained its calm.

Tang Song embraced the baroness, and patted her breasts in her charming voice.

"Okay, I'm leaving! After dealing with the matter here, you and White Specter will go straight back to the Cobra base. I've already greeted Charles at Wieland Industries.

The rocket launch platform leased by Wieland Industries from the federal government can be used by Cobra. After you go back, find a way to create a design program for the Zeus system! "

Tang Song felt the softness between his fingers, and looked at Bai Youling at the same time. Obviously, he didn't just say this to Anna.

Bai Youling nodded aside, indicating that he understood.

The Zeus system, a set of outer space ground strike system designed by Cobra Commander, according to the information Tang and Song learned from Anna.

Commander Cobra plans to launch several satellites into low-Earth orbit. The launched satellites carry several tons of tungsten rods, and use the potential energy impact of the falling tungsten rods to destroy several cities in order to deter countries and achieve the goal of dominating the world.

However, this set of arguments is obviously just words used by the commander to evade his subordinates.

If you think about it, you will know that the so-called tungsten rod attack is completely destroyed by the kinetic energy generated by its own rapid decline.

According to the law of energy conservation, the most ideal situation in the motion process is that all the gravitational potential energy of the tungsten rod becomes kinetic energy.

A one-ton tungsten rod returns to the earth from a height of one thousand kilometers, and the final energy is only equivalent to the energy of a little more than two tons of TNT explosives, which is just a more powerful bomb.

If you want to achieve the level of nuclear weapons that destroy cities, you need a tungsten rod of [-] tons under purely ideal conditions.

However, the published data of the International Space Station built by more than a dozen countries around the world has not exceeded [-] tons.

Of course, things are not absolute. If you break through the technical barriers, the tungsten rod can reach a very high speed with unlimited power supply.

Although the tungsten rod at this time is not big, its energy is astonishing, and its destructive power is also infinitely increased at this time.

When the relative speed of the earth reaches a certain value, at this time, it is possible to blow up the earth, not to mention blowing up a city.Of course, this is a theoretical result.

In fact, the energy source of an infinitely accelerated object is a big problem, and the method of acceleration is also difficult to solve.

But this is the Marvel world where black technology is everywhere. Although Tang Song thinks that Cobra Commander's so-called tungsten rod strike is just empty talk, but what if!
This is also the reason why he asked Bai Yougui to come up with a design plan for the Zeus system.

If this system is true, then the satellite launch will continue as usual, except that Cobra needs multiple owners!
"After you and Anna return to the Cobra base, be more careful, I will send someone to assist you, if nothing can be done, use the skeleton demon!"

Tang Song patted Bai Youling's shoulder.

"Yes, boss!"

...............

In the VIP room of the airport, a bodyguard in black pushed open the door of the VIP room, and two bodyguards in black suits cleared the way.
Tang Song was leaning on a cane, wearing a red dress, and the sexy and charming Fox was holding his arm. A group of people rushed in, which immediately attracted the attention of other people in the VIP room.

The airport is not big, but the VIP room area is very large, and the interior is quite fashionable.

There were not many people in the VIP room. Two blond waiters in stewardess uniforms delivered coffee and drinks to and fro.

Wearing black stockings with a stewardess uniform, it can only be said that the high-level executives at the airport still understand men's thoughts very well.

In the VIP room, two-by-two large sofas are distributed scatteredly, and the space distribution is very comfortable.

Several people were scattered throughout the VIP room, keeping a distance from each other that would not disturb each other.

The entry of Tang and Song's group immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the VIP room.

After all, these days, except for some dignitaries from various countries, even some billionaires rarely travel with bodyguards.

"Hey, Mickey, a big fat fish, it looks much bigger than the target, should we change the plan!"

In the corner of the VIP room, a young Caucasian guy in a jacket looked up at Tang Song, his eyes swept across Tang Song's clothes, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Don't make trouble, Danny,"

A black man was sitting on the sofa next to him, holding an airport magazine in his hand, crossing his legs, flipping through the title page of the magazine from time to time.

"Pay attention to his bodyguards. They are all powerful characters. You have to know that our team has its own rules. Don't easily provoke people you can't afford. This will kill everyone in the team!"

Covered by the title page of the magazine, the black man in a purple suit glared at the young white guy.

The young Caucasian guy curled his lips in disbelief, but according to what his companion said, he carefully observed the movements of these bodyguards while drinking coffee.

This observation immediately gave him a taste, as a well-known short-term fraudster in London.

The business of fraud is a test of observation and discrimination.

With a cup of coffee, he could see a lot from the positions, walking movements, and vigilance of these bodyguards in black suits.

"What's the background of this guy? The congressman we met last time, and the bodyguards around him don't look as good as these black suits!"

After just a few observations, a bodyguard in a black suit seemed to notice his gaze, and the white guy quickly lowered his head and drank his coffee.

"It's none of our business," said the corner of the eye under the front page of the purple suit's black magazine.

In the direction of his gaze, on another set of sofas a few meters away, a fat man who looked to be over two hundred pounds was talking and laughing happily with his arms around a beautiful woman in a low-cut dress.

The woman leaned close to the fat white man's ear, as if whispering to him. The woman's face was turned towards the black man, and she exchanged a look with him indiscriminately.

"It took us a few months before the goal was hooked and Ash had everything we needed laid out in New York,
We can get at least 500 million pounds for this ticket, and I don't want any surprises!Understand? "

The black man withdrew his gaze and gave the white guy a warning look.

"Okay! You are the head, you have the final say!" The white guy shrugged!

While the waiter was pouring coffee, he glanced at Fox sitting in Tang Song's arms.

Around her fair neck, a platinum necklace, and a sapphire in the middle of the hollow diamonds shone brightly under the light.

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A few small thieves did not attract much attention from Boss Tang.

On the table in front of the sofa, after asking his opinion, a waiter brought a few cups of coffee and some specialties of Argentina.

In the VIP room, there is a small cafeteria. Under Tang Song's signal, several bodyguards took turns to eat in the restaurant.

It takes eleven hours to fly from Argentina to New York, and Ushuaia, a small airport, does not have any free planes for charter flights.

This forced Tang Song to book a direct flight from Ushuaia to New York.

Two people were squeezed into the wide sofa, half of Fox's body was almost tired in Tang Song's arms, holding a food box in one hand, and feeding various delicacies into Boss Tang's mouth with the other.

"Well, this one is good, let's have another one!" Tang Song took a bite of the pie that resembled a leek box.

This is a local Ushuaia snack filled with ground beef, pork, chicken or ham along with cheese and vegetables.

It is seasoned with spices such as chili, salt and cumin, and finally fried in a pan.

Fox smiled and picked up another one from the food box, and handed it to Boss Tang's mouth.

Tang and Song finished the pie in two or three mouthfuls, and inadvertently put Fox's two fingers in their mouths...

About half an hour later, a waiter came to Tang Song's sofa, bent down, and whispered to Boss Tang from a distance through the bodyguards:

"Are you Mr. Song Tang? Your boarding time is up! Please go to the VIP gate to board the plane!"

........................

New York, night, an alley in Brooklyn.

A red truck parked across the alley blocked the entrance of the alley.

In the alley, a group of heavily armed soldiers stood with guns, and the chilling atmosphere frightened a middle-aged man with ragged clothes and a beard to show fear.

He looked at the group, wondering what was waiting for him.

He was just a "Mole Man", and he was caught here suddenly without knowing the reason, which made him inexplicably terrified.

The so-called Mole People are not some alien race, but a group of homeless people on the fringes of society.
Living in the abandoned subway passage under the most prosperous area of ​​New York City, in the sewers, like a mole, living a dark life.

According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 2000 "mole people" in New York today.

They entered the abandoned subway passages and sewers for various reasons, and found a place to live.

Living a life of poverty, danger, but relative freedom, often living for decades...

Martin has been the Mole Man for five years, he was originally Cuban,
I have been in the Federation for almost 30 years. I was smuggled from Cuba to Florida in a small boat.

When he first arrived in the Federation, he also dreamed of living a good life, but the reality was very skinny. He worked many jobs, but none of them lasted long.

Gradually, as he got older, it became more and more difficult for Martin to find a suitable job.

With no source of income, he could only wander on the streets. At first, Martin lived in a government relief station.
But soon it was discovered that dragons and snakes were mixed there, staying there was either bullied or robbed, fighting was a daily routine, and there were a lot of addicts and criminals around the corner.

After several years of intermittently staying in relief stations, Martin finally couldn't take it anymore and returned to wandering on the streets.

During his wanderings this time, he met many friends who had encountered the same situation, and one of his buddies happened to be the rumored "Mole Clan".

He told Martin that he had found a great place a long time ago, in the sewer of a disused subway passage.

So Martin officially became a member of the "Mole Clan" and lived there for five years.

To be honest, life in the sewer is not too difficult. There is a supermarket not far from where he lives, and a lot of food that is close to expiration is thrown out every day.

Relying on these barely edible food, Martin can basically achieve "self-sufficiency".

He often laughs at himself that these are God-given foods.

Also just now, when Martin was picking up these "God"-given foods, he was pointed at by two black men, got into a truck, and brought them here.

Just when Martin was panicking, a black Mercedes drove over from the other side of the alley with its lights on.

The blinding light made Martin couldn't help covering his eyes with his hands.

boom!
There were two sounds of opening and closing the car door, followed by the sound of footsteps. Under the light, Martin, with his head down, saw three figures standing in front of him.

"Mr. Lane, that's him, this mole knows the whereabouts of the group of people you're looking for!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Martin couldn't help turning his head to look.

In the shadows, a thin and dark figure stood there, pointing straight at him.

Martin recognized that this was a black gangster who had been patronizing that supermarket for zero yuan all year round. The only intersection between the two was that Martin broke into his zero-dollar store once and was beaten up by him.

"You know the whereabouts of those werewolves!"

Before Martin could figure out what was going on, a low but gentle voice sounded.

Martin turned his head, and after his eyes adapted to the light, he finally saw the appearance of the three people in front of him clearly.

The leader was a German-born white man more than two meters tall, with short silver-white crew-cut hair, wearing a tuxedo, a suit vest inside, and a pair of white gloves.

On his left is a burly man in a skull shirt with a fierce look on his face, playing with a catapult knife with his fingertips.

The last one was a gorgeous girl in a black leather trench coat, so beautiful that Martin couldn't describe it...

"Do you know the whereabouts of those werewolves!?"

A gentle voice brought Martin back to reality, and he shook his head tremblingly.

"I, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Huh?" Ryan looked at the thin black man beside him.

The skinny black man was shocked, and rushed directly in front of Martin, asking loudly:
"Fuck, you didn't say that, have you ever seen a group of people howling when the moon is full in the sewer?"

"Is there, I don't remember, I didn't say, no!"

Looking at the guy who beat him up violently, Martin's eyes revealed a look of resentment, he shook his head and repeatedly denied it.

"You clearly said that just two days ago, I was at the entrance of the alley, and I clearly heard what you said..."

The skinny black man was so anxious that he almost jumped. If Ryan wasn't here, he might have rushed to pinch Martin's neck and questioned him.

"All right!"

Ryan waved his hand, making the skinny black man step aside, and he looked at the Mole Man in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Have you ever seen those werewolves? This news is very important to me. If your news is useful, you will get a decent job and a rent-free apartment for five years!"

Martin looked at Ryan and hesitated for a moment: "I have indeed seen a group of people, they are strong and violent, not far from where I live, in the sewer under another abandoned subway station..."

"very good!"

Ryan clapped his hands, "Then please show us the way. After it is done, you will get what you want!"

Trembling, Martin followed several soldiers into a commercial vehicle.

"Mr Lane!"

Just when Ryan pulled the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, the thin black man who had been shrunk aside, daring not to make a sound, yelled timidly.

Ryan turned his head and glanced at him: "You are Billy's man, tell him and let him take fifty thousand dollars from the account!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lane, thank you, Mr. Lane!"

There was a burst of ecstasy on the thin black man's face, and he kept thanking Ryan.

"The boss is coming back tomorrow, he should be very happy to use these werewolves as gifts!"

Ryan, the co-pilot of the Mercedes-Benz, closed his eyes and rested his mind, while Frank on the side drove the car silently and followed the commercial vehicle in front.

(End of this chapter)