Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 175 Reception Bishop
Tang Song drove his sports car into Pennsylvania Avenue, a street known as Federal Avenue that connects the White House and the Federal Capitol, and can be said to be the heart of the federal political center.

(Fun fact that Pennsylvania Avenue is also the site of official parades and civil protests!)

Tang Song drove a sports car along Pennsylvania Avenue all the way to the direction of the White House. At this time, there were not many people on Pennsylvania Avenue.

It seems that there are no decent demonstrations today,
It seems that those environmentalists, animal protectionists, and anti-racism activists are still not doing enough.

It's a bit regretful that Tang and Song are babbling.

He has been in this world for more than three years, but he hasn't seen any federal demonstrations yet, so it should be quite interesting.

But he turned around and got people to organize a demonstration,
Reason, to protect rare alien creatures?Support the legalization of lesbians?
Tang Song glanced at the little rascal, or opposed discrimination against mutants?
Organizing such a parade against discrimination against mutants can take the opportunity to win the favor of Magneto and those mutants.

Regarding the group of mutants, except for a few powerful people, Tang and Song could see very few people in their eyes.

The ability of mutants comes from the X gene in the body. For the Marvel world where black technology is everywhere, it is not difficult to clone and copy this gene.

If Tang Song remembers correctly, in the original plot, there was Colonel Stryker in the Ministry of National Defense, and he made a lot of research results.

Even in the later period, there was an antidote to suppress the ability of mutants, as well as sentinel robots.

Compared with the strength shown by those mutants, the sentinel robot that combines the abilities of mutants can even be said to be not inferior to Tony Stark's steel suit.

By the way, who is the scientist who developed the sentinel robot?

Tang Song was very interested in the sentinel robot, but he thought about it for a long time, but he didn't remember who the developer of the sentinel robot was.

It's not that his memory is bad, but that he didn't pay attention to this area at all when he was on Earth.

Looking back, let someone check, Tang Song was thinking while driving a sports car, the car was getting closer and closer to the White House,

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on Pennsylvania Avenue along the way, and a large number of police cars appeared on both sides.

There is an explosion-proof police car every ten meters, and the federal police with police dogs are patrolling the avenue. It seems that the small half of the street is under martial law.

When seeing Tang and Song's sports car, many patrolling policemen cast a scrutinizing look,

However, a luxury car worth several million is the best pass, and Tang Song directly stuffed the invitation in front of the windshield of the sports car, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Little Rascal, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at the densely packed federal police on both sides, clutching his seat belt tightly with his hands nervously.

She looked sideways at Tang Song, and really wanted to ask him where he was going, and what kind of reception could have such a battle.

As the sports cars get closer and closer to the White House, the roadside police officers have also been replaced by heavily armed National Guards.

The federal National Guard is more appropriately described as a state soldier.

Every state has its own National Guard, which is dispatched by the governor, while the National Guard in Washington is only authorized to be mobilized by the president.

Looking at the tens of tons of active tanks parked on both sides of the road, and the heavily armed National Guard soldiers with assault rifles, Little Naughty suddenly had the urge to jump out of the car.

She just wanted to have a buffet meal with her, otherwise, would it be okay if she didn't eat the meal?

"The reception you said is here?"

Seeing the White House so close, Little Rascal wondered if Tang and Song were going to drive into the White House.

But fortunately, Tang Song seemed to take her little heart into consideration, turned the steering wheel, and the car drove to the hotel diagonally opposite the White House.

Little Rascal looked at the solemn Blair State Guest House in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the White House diagonally opposite, which was very close at hand.

Her mouth was opened into an O shape, and she looked at Tang Song with an incredulous expression on her face.

"If the location on the invitation is correct, it should be here!"

Tang Song took out the invitation card that he threw in casually from the storage box, and looked at the address on the invitation card.

"1651-1653 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.! That's the right address! Let's go!"

Tang Song parked the sports car directly in front of the Blair State Guest House!

At the gate of the Blair State Guest House, seven or eight people were dressed in black and wore headsets.

The security personnel, who looked extremely professional, were looking at the invitation cards of the guests who came to the reception, and conducting a simple routine inspection.

When Tang Song parked his sports car in the parking space at the entrance of the State Guesthouse, Hawkeye, who was standing at the entrance of the hotel and directing the security work, noticed Tang Song.

He gestured to several S.H.I.E.L.D. security personnel, and walked towards Tang Song's sports car.

"Are you sure the reception is here? They won't chase us away!" Little Naughty looked at the black-clothed bodyguard walking towards them, and nervously grabbed Tang Song's arm.

Wearing a black suit, a headset, and a professional bodyguard, Hawkeye walked to the side of the sports car, and the little rascal grabbed Tang Song's hand with more force.

"Mr. Tang, long time no see!"

Hawkeye Button walked towards Tang Song to the sports car, and greeted Tang Song.

He and Tang Song are old acquaintances. On the cruise ship, if Boss Tang hadn't intervened, he would have been tied up by Magneto and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.

"Agent Patton, your S.H.I.E.L.D. is responsible for this security work? Isn't this the work of the Federal Secret Service?"

Tang Song got off the sports car, greeted Hawkeye, looked at the security personnel at the door, and asked curiously.

"The president is still on the opposite side, we are only responsible for the personal safety of the King of Wakanda!" Hawkeye gestured towards the direction of the White House diagonally opposite, and explained to Tang Song

Tang Song went to the co-pilot, opened the car door for Xiaonian, and Xiaonian walked out of the car holding his hand.

"Mr. Tang, I will accompany you in!"

Hawkeye led the way, leading Tang Song and Xiaoniao to the hotel gate.

At this time, a stretched Lincoln sedan parked directly in front of the hotel.

Surrounded by several beauties, an elegant middle-aged man who obviously held a high position came out slowly.

This somewhat old Lincoln car is not expensive, but the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him is someone that many people will never be able to curry favor with in their entire lives.

"He is the current head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller..."

Hawkeye introduced the identity of the man for Tang Song, while paying attention to Tang Song's expressions and movements vigilantly.

Because of the security work this time, he studied the guest list of this reception, and circled several unstable factors in it.

The tycoon of the underground world in Tang and Song Dynasties, the underworld emperor in New York is naturally among the best.

This is also the reason why Hawkeye has been following Tang Song.

Once Tang Song made a move that wanted to be unfavorable to the guests, it was convenient to stop him immediately.

"David Rockefeller, didn't you say he is over 90 years old, why is he so young?"

Little Naughty was frightened by such a scene, and followed Tang Song timidly and silently, but when Hawkeye introduced her identity as a middle-aged man, she couldn't help but wonder.

"Because he is rich!" Tang Song looked at several security guards in black uniforms who bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man.
Then he specially sent a person to lead him to the hotel.

"In the Commonwealth, as long as you have money, you can realize many wishes, including eternal youth!"

Tang Song smiled and looked down at Little Rascal, and asked her about science.

"After you have money, you will find that there are not many troubles that bother you. If there are, it means that you don't have enough money!"

Little Naughty nodded half-understood, then asked in an envious and questioning tone:
"Youth stays forever, can it be done with the current level of technology?"

No girl wants to stay young forever, even if she is a high school girl.

"In the underground black market, a set of cosmetics developed with the brains and blood of vampires costs only 20 US dollars. Applying it once a day can guarantee the same appearance for three to five years!"

"Vampire, you are joking with me again, it is something in urban legend, how could it really exist!"

Little naughty pouted in frustration, Tang Song shook his head and smiled, without explaining too much.

This kind of cosmetic called blood face added with the blood of the vampire is the latest product of the hive laboratory.

As he said, a box of cosmetics worth 20 US dollars can keep a person's appearance unchanged for three to five years.

But a box of Blood Face can be used for a month at most.

20 US dollars a month, for the rich, they spend more than this amount on maintenance every month.

Due to limited materials, the Honeycomb Lab puts [-] sets of blood face cosmetics on the black market every month.

Within 2 minutes each time, the [-] sets of blood masks were sold out.

If it is not limited by raw materials, the popularity of this cosmetic in the underground black market alone is enough to realize the self-sufficiency of the research funding of the hive laboratory.

Little Naughty thought Tang Song was joking with him, but Hawkeye looked at Tang Song thoughtfully.

He knew Tang Song's true identity, and Tang Song obviously didn't seem to be joking about this kind of thing.

He silently remembered the cosmetics made by vampires.

Accompanied by Tang Song and Little Naughty, Hawkeye stepped into the main entrance of the hotel and entered the lobby of the Blair State Guesthouse.

In the hotel, a group of luxuriously dressed men and women gathered together, greeting each other in extremely elegant and hypocritical tones.

From a distance, Tang and Song could see, standing in the middle of the hall, surrounded by a dozen chubby old men, who were like stars supporting the moon, desperately flattering the fat black old man who flattered his horse.

Obviously he is the master of this reception, King T'Chaka of Wakanda.

Surrounding him are the heads of the top consortiums at the upper echelons of the Federation. Among these people, Tang Song also saw Pepper Pepper, who was squeezed to the outermost edge.

Obviously, for real consortiums like the Federation, although Stark Industries is developing rapidly, it deserves their attention.

But compared to these established consortiums, Stark Industries is far from being a real consortium.

In the Federation, a real consortium, in addition to achieving a near-monopoly effect in a certain industry, also has to get involved in other industries, weaving itself into a big net covering the Federation,
The most important thing is that the consortium must own its own banking and insurance business, and bind itself with the federal economy and people's livelihood.

They are really too big to fail in the federation, and their bankruptcy is almost equivalent to the economic and people's livelihood problems of the entire federation.

At this point, Stark Industries is still far behind, that is, Stark Industries' recent involvement in the energy industry has allowed these consortiums with high-sighted eyes to take a look.

As for the Osborne Group,
Except for Pepper Pepper, Tang Song didn't see any acquaintances in the reception hall.

Apparently Norman Osborn hadn't received the invitation.

On the contrary, it was him, Tang Song didn't think that his wealth was qualified to get this invitation letter.

Looking at Hawkeye who was closely following him, Tang Song glanced at him calmly.

Tang and Song were not interested in these receptions.
He came here this time simply to watch a play,

He was about to take Little Mischievous to the buffet area of ​​the reception to have something to eat, when an old man in black priest uniform saw Tang Song, his eyes lit up, and he strode towards him.

"Hi, Don, I heard West mentioned you, I didn't expect to see you here!"

The old man shook hands with Tang Song enthusiastically.

"Excuse me, are you?"

Tang Song looked at the enthusiastic old man. Judging from his attire, he was obviously also a member of the Holy See, but he really didn't know him.

"This is Bishop Hyde, the bishop of the Federal Cathedral!" Hawkeye introduced from the side.

"Hello, Bishop Hyde!" Tang Song calmly looked at the old man with gray hair and beard who looked somewhat similar to Santa Claus.

Bishop Hyde smiled heartily: "Just call me Hyde, both West and Wieland have mentioned you to me!"

"You too" Hearing the old man mention Wieland's name, Tang Song was shocked.
Is this still the Holy See? It is simply a branch of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.

The practice of co-authoring the Hydra and occupying the magpie's nest is still passed down.

"Our world shouldn't end like this!" Bishop Hyde pretended to be mysterious and said the slogan of the Brotherhood of the Holy Shield to Tang Song.

At the same time, he glanced at Hawkeye who was dressed as a security guard: "There's nothing to do here without you, I'll just stay with Tang!"

Hawkeye glanced at Tang and Song, then retreated silently.

Bishop Hyde graciously led Tang Song into the slightly flashy hall, and he introduced the identities of those gorgeously dressed men and women to Tang Song and them with a smile.

"Bishop Hyde, why are there so many of us in the Holy See?"

Little Rascal held the dinner plate, and in the buffet area, there was a large plate full of free food, expensive foie gras and black caviar.

Tang Song stood in the corner with champagne and chatted with Bishop Hyde, and Tang Song asked Bishop Hyde his doubts.

Hyde smiled and asked, "Do you think God is a human from Earth or an alien?"

God must be earthlings. . .

Just as Tang Song wanted to blurt out, he thought about it again, Jesus is indeed a man from Earth.But not necessarily God.

Think about Odin and Asgard, Paul Buqi, God is really an alien race.

"The purpose of our Holy Shield Brotherhood is to prevent alien invasion, and He is one of them. For us, there will be no miracles. The sleeping God is the good God!"

In the corner of the reception, a bishop in priestly attire casually uttered the most profane words.

If people who believe in Catholicism hear it, it is enough to make their faith collapse.

"The gods belong to the gods, and the people belong to the people!" Tang and Song Dynasties understood clearly.
"Gods belong to gods, and people belong to people. This sentence is very philosophical!" Hyde smacked, nodded and agreed:

"God, he should be enshrined on the cross, and he doesn't need to worry about secular matters!"

.........

(Yesterday, I grinded the outline until three o'clock. This morning, I received a call and worked an extra day. Kawenka was very good.

It's clearly conceived, but I can't write that feeling. )
(End of this chapter)