Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 177 Assassination ([-]) Lu Buwei (big chapter)
Outside the Blair State Guest House, facing the sudden attack, the president's bodyguards from the Secret Service were a little flustered at first, but after confirming that the enemy lacked heavy firepower like rocket launchers to suppress them.

They pulled out extended pistols from their waists one after another, and pulled the triggers on the group of attackers.

Several presidential bodyguards directly opened their bulletproof suitcases, took out their briefcase submachine guns, and launched a counterattack against the attacking mobs.

Da-da-da-

"bang bang bang"

"Puff puff puff"

The sound of dense firefighting could not be concealed even in the rainstorm. It was like the sound of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. The sound of gunfire continuously spread into the State Guesthouse.

At this moment in the State Guest House, a group of big figures looked surrounded by bodyguards, looking like a soaked chicken. Hearing the dense gunfire outside, everyone panicked and took out their mobile phones to call for help.

"Everyone, don't panic. For this reception, there is a tank company and an infantry company on standby near the White House. No matter what purpose these thugs have, they will not succeed!"

The federal president looked at the panicked crowd, took the towel handed over by the bodyguard and wiped off the rain on his body, and quickly stood up to comfort people.

Standing in the center of the hall waving his hands calmly, the federal president calmed down the guests temporarily with his calm attitude, and then went straight to King T'Chaka of Wakanda as if nothing happened outside, and extended his greetings to him. He made a move, greeted him for a while, and welcomed him to the Federation.

Under the protection of several female guards, T'Chaka's expression did not change, but a personal female guard was always carrying a large box and followed him every step of the way.

"It seems that our Mr. President has two skills, and he is not useless!" Tang Song pulled the little rascal to stand in the crowd, looking at the calm and composed president, a little surprised.

Bishop Hyde stood next to Tang Song, without the slightest fear of the sound of gunfire from the outside world, secretly drinking a glass of cocktail:

"If you don't even have the guts, how can you be the President of the Federation!"

"Aren't you afraid!?" Tang Song glanced at Bishop Hyde.

The chubby old man who looked like Santa Claus smiled and said, "They are here for the federal president or the black king, what does it matter to us?

My poor priest has nothing worth plundering!
Besides, aren't you still here? West has shown us that your strength is not inferior to those holy knights!
How about it, are you interested in dealing with those thugs outside? This place is full of big figures from the Federation. If you take care of these thugs, it will be a good opportunity to show your face! "

Tang Song looked at the flushed priest beside him, and his eyes stayed on the ancient cross on his neck for a moment:

"You've said it all, others are not here for us, it's a big deal, we're just small characters, it's right to be wise and protect ourselves!
Mr. President has said that there are troops outside, so it must be no problem.”

Tang Song patted Little Mischievous on the back and comforted her with the president's words just now, but his eyes were looking outside the hall.
In the rain, a group of cobra soldiers wearing stealth camouflage stepped on water splashes, ignoring the bullets fired by secret service guards and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Let the bullets fall on the body, one by one seems to have no pain nerves, holding the assault rifle in his hand, there is a burst of chug.

Dozens of guns fired simultaneously at several Secret Service bodyguards who had no cover in the green belt.

"Among the gunshots, these powerful bodyguards in windbreakers were directly pierced through, and they fell to the ground heavily with mournful cries.

Their bodies were pierced through at least a dozen caves, and they were obviously dead.

Hawkeye led a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to use the stone pillars of the hotel as a cover, held up pistols, and launched a counterattack against the enemies in the rain.

The optical camouflage worn by these cobra soldiers was originally able to hide themselves according to the environment, but the heavy rain exposed their figures completely.

The Secret Service bodyguards hiding behind the bulletproof vehicle cooperated with the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Although they only had submachine guns and pistols in their hands, they relied on the cover to block the group of enemies in the rain from the hotel.

"Bang bang—"

Hawkeye knocked down a cobra-eyed soldier with one shot. Even without a bow and arrow, Hawkeye's shooting skills were still at the master level.

"No, it's impossible for the enemy to have such a small amount of manpower!"

With the cooperation of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Secret Service, more than half of the dozens of Cobra soldiers who had no cover fell down in an instant.

But due to the agent's keen sixth sense, Hawkeye felt that it was impossible for the enemy to have so little manpower and firepower.

These people alone cannot break through the president's security forces.

Just when Hawkeye was puzzled, his heart tightened. At this moment, several tongues of flame shot across the sky,

Hawkeye made a quick pounce, pulling a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to the side.

The dense torrent of bullets directly swept the stone pillar that Hawkeye had just hidden into a hornet's nest, and a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who couldn't dodge in time smashed into the front door, his entire face sank, and fell to the ground like a dying toad Constantly twitching the body.

In the sky, a semi-stealth Night Owl fighter plane shuttled through the clouds. Commander Cobra, controlling the Vulcan cannon on the fighter plane, aimed a burst of fire below.

'Dangdang Dangdang Dangdang. . . 'The loud sound resounded all around, and the thick flames swept across several White House bulletproof vehicles. In the roar of several explosions, more than a dozen Secret Service bodyguards who used the bulletproof vehicles as shelters were all killed in just three seconds. chance of escape.

"Natasha, the enemy has warplanes! Take the president to the safe room in the basement of the hotel!"

Hawkeye yelled into the microphone next to his mouth: "Others organize defense and hold out until the National Guard arrives to prevent them from entering the hotel."

Near Pennsylvania Avenue, a tank company of the National Guard in charge of security is gathering in the direction of the Blair State Guest House after hearing gunshots.

"Swoosh," several consecutive sharp piercing sounds came, and several high-explosive armor-piercing rockets shot from the sky, targeting the tanks of the tank company.

boom boom boom-

Several huge explosions and roars resounded throughout the street, and the four M1A1 main battle tanks were immediately blown into a pile of scrap iron.

"Bai Ghost, I'm going to drop a nano-bomb, let your people prepare it!"

Commander Cobra, who was driving the Night Owl fighter jet, looked at the National Guard and police who were constantly gathering in the direction of the White House!
After notifying the White Ghost, the Cobra Commander manipulated the launch button of the fighter plane and dropped a special bomb in the direction of the Blair State Guest House.

Then he drove the Night Owl fighter plane and dropped another bomb directly above the tank company.

when!
The metal-cased bomb slammed heavily on the armor of a main battle tank.

"bomb!"

An observer on the tank quickly retracted into the tank and closed the tank compartment heavily.

"It didn't explode, it was a dud!?"

The observer didn't understand the situation for a while, he suddenly felt his face wet,
It's raining?
He raised his head, and the entire cover of the tank had disappeared at some point, and the silver water-like substance wrapped the tank, and was swallowing this big thing weighing tens of tons at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it! Be careful, it's an aerial bomb!"

The sharp-eyed eagle eye saw the bomb thrown from the sky, he let out a roar, he huddled into a ball, smashed the glass of the hotel, and rushed into the hotel.

The surviving Secret Service bodyguards and SHIELD agents also retreated to the hotel to avoid the bomb attack.

Dang!

A half-person-high metal bomb slammed into the door of the Blair State Guest House, but to everyone's surprise, the bomb did not explode.

After touching the ground, it melted like water instead. The silver liquid, like surging mercury, surged towards the direction of the State Guesthouse, swallowing all the metal substances along the way.
Not far from the State Guesthouse, at the order of Bai Yougui, more than sixty ninjas wearing the uniforms of Hydra from the Japanese era rushed into the rain with samurai swords and rushed towards the Blair State Guesthouse.

Kane, with a chainsaw killer mask on his face, stood beside Bai Youling, watching the bomb dropped by the Night Owl fighter plane, and noticed the silver liquid with sharp eyes, he asked in a deep voice:

"What kind of bomb is this?"

"It is a nano-bomb developed by a technology company in Western Europe. Once it is activated and launched, it can theoretically devour and decompose all objects, and it can replicate itself and continue to spread around!

But this is only a semi-finished product, and it can only devour metal substances at present, but it is enough! "

Bai Yougui, who was dressed in a military uniform during World War II, was holding a samurai sword. Looking at the ninja soldiers rushing into the rain, he pulled out his samurai sword, which was also made of nanometer material, and was about to rush into the rain.

Ryan grabbed him and threw a ghost Freddy's headgear into his arms, "Put it on, don't leave any traces, you have to do things in the future, don't cause trouble for the boss!"

Inside the Bryan State Guesthouse

"A little accident, don't worry, King T'Chaka, our Federation is capable of solving this little trouble! Our National Guard soldiers are all well-trained fighters"

Gunshots kept coming from outside, and the federal president showed no fear on his face, and he was chatting with T'Chaka calmly.

On the contrary, the bodyguards beside him had already drawn all their guns.

Several female guards of the king beside T'Chaka also leaned on their vibrating spears at this moment, watching everyone present vigilantly.

The President of the Federation and T'Chaka boasted about the strength of the Federation, so he can rest assured.

Natasha in a red dress held a black Glock pistol in her hand, and hurried to him with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"Mr. President, we're afraid we'll have to send you to the safe house!"

The federal president glanced at Natasha, a little angry at her dismantling the situation, and said in a very bad tone: "Agent, I believe our people can get rid of those gangsters!"

Natasha looked at him seriously and said:
"Mr. President, just received news from the outside that these gangsters have fighters,

It will take a while before our air force arrives, if they carry missiles, or aerial bombs, the whole hotel will be razed to the ground!We cannot risk your life! "

Listening to Natasha's words, the expression on Mr. President's face can be described as wonderful. His expression changed many times, and he opened his mouth, wanting to hurry to the underground safe house.

But in the face of the bold words he just released, he couldn't find the step down for a while.

At this time, Secretary of State Francis, who had been observing the movement not far away, came over. After asking about the situation, he leaned over to the President and suggested in a low voice:
"President, I have known about the safe house of the State Guest House before. The space there is large enough to accommodate everyone in the State Guest House. The people who come to the reception are all leaders in various industries of the Federation. Nothing can happen! For the stability of the Federation, You feel wronged!"

"Okay!" The president glanced at Francis, without the slightest hesitation, and simply agreed along the steps he built!

"King T'Chaka, there is an accident outside now, you and I go to the safe house together, we still need to discuss some cooperation issues in detail!" The Federation President sent an invitation to T'Chaka.

T'Chaka nodded, and glanced at the box in the hand of his chief guard, which contained his black panther suit.

Regarding the information that someone in the underground world paid to assassinate him, T'Chaka had already learned about it through Wakanda's intelligence agency for the first time, but the Black Panther suit made by Zhenjin gave him enough confidence.

He didn't believe that after wearing the black panther suit, anyone could assassinate him.

A group of bodyguards surrounded the president and the king of Wakanda and walked towards a passage inside the state guesthouse.

Those bigwigs of the consortium at the reception, who were not human beings, followed behind one after another.

Tang Song dragged Little Naughty and Bishop Hyde into the crowd, and he kept watching Fransey's movements.

Interestingly, the federal secretary of state seemed to have bad legs and feet, and was pushed out of the first echelon without knowing it, and fell into the middle of the crowd.

Tang Song thought for a while, and his pace slowed down. .

"Hey!"

As soon as he stopped, a woman behind him bumped into him directly.

Tang Song turned around and saw an old acquaintance holding a high-heeled shoe with one hand and rubbing his forehead non-stop.

"Miss Pepper, oh no, President Pepper, what a coincidence!"

"Don!" Pepper Pepper rubbed his aching head, looking at Tang Song in front of him, also a little surprised.

"Why are you here?"

Since coming to the reception, Pepper has been surrounding T'Chaka, wanting to see if there is any energy aspect in the vibration technology released by Wakanda, and whether it will endanger Stark Industries.

She didn't notice that Tang Song was at this reception.

"Don, hurry up, the terrorists outside are probably about to attack the hotel, I notified Tony, but it will take at least 10 minutes for him to arrive! We need to go to the safe house now!"

It's too late for Pepper to be curious about Tang Song's reasons. She hurriedly finished talking to Tang Song, and followed the crowd, and she was about to go to the underground safe house to take refuge.

Tang Song looked at Pepper who was desperately pushing forward, and then at Francis who was getting further and further back.

Pulling the little naughty to walk in the middle without rush.

When Francis retreated to his side, Tang Song stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder.

"Mr. Secretary of State, it doesn't matter, come, come, I will support you!"

Francis turned his head and looked at Tang Song in astonishment.

"Mr. Secretary of State, it's dangerous outside, I'll protect you!"

Tang Song put his hand on Francis' shoulder, and Francis felt a huge force pushing him forward involuntarily.

The crowds on both sides rushed to both sides like a tide.

No, I can't go to the front...

Francis shuddered when he thought of his own arrangement, and twisted his body vigorously, trying to break free from Tang Song's hand.

But Tang Song's hand seemed to grow on him, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"I think Mr. Secretary of State is very reluctant to go to the underground safe house. Could it be that there is something in the safe house that scares you? You didn't put a bomb in it, did you?"

As if someone was whispering in his ear, Francis froze when he heard Tang Song's words in his ear, and he turned his head to look at Tang Song in disbelief.

Tang Song smiled at him and patted the Secretary of State on the shoulder.

With every shot, the Secretary of State's body trembled.

"Oh, by the way, those people outside seem to be a terrorist organization called Cobra. If I'm not mistaken, they belong to you! Assassinate the king and murder the king, and seek to usurp the throne. You are really generous!"

Listening to the voice in his ear, Francis looked around in panic.

"Don't worry, I used a little trick, they can't hear us!"

Francis felt the strength on his shoulders getting weaker and weaker, he slowly slowed down, lowered his head, and whispered.

"Don, what do you want to do?"

"Me! I want to help you. Others say that you are my backer. It is always more comfortable and reliable for a federal president to be a backer than a secretary of state. What do you think?"

Francis listened to Tang Song's words, his mind turned quickly, analyzing Tang Song's real purpose.

"You want to threaten me?"

"Threats? How can you say that, I just want to help you,
You may not know that there is a big businessman in our east, he is good at investing, and the most successful investment he made was to invest a person into a king!

I am also a businessman, you are like the king, if I help you, you will naturally take care of my business! "

Listening to Francis' whisper, a smile flashed across Tang Song's face.

"Drip drip..."

At this time, in front of a passage of the State Guesthouse, the person in charge of the hotel opened a dark wall, and inside was an elevator leading to the lower space.

The person in charge entered the password on the elevator, scanned the fingerprint and iris, and the elevator leading to the safe room opened slowly.

A group of Secret Service bodyguards escorted the president into the elevator.

An elevator that can carry 20 people, four or five bodyguards plus the president himself, as well as the king of Wakanda and several of his guards, can accommodate almost seven or eight people.

Hearing the gunshots getting closer and closer outside, a group of consortium bosses also lost the demeanor of the upper-level figures of the Federation, and rushed towards the elevator.

Tang Song looked at the dignitaries who were desperately pushing up, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and he was also a little curious: "Did you move your hands and feet in the elevator?"

Francie didn't answer, he stared at the President of the Senate who didn't squeeze into the elevator, a little disappointed.

"It seems that you are very disappointed, yes, if I remember correctly, according to the Federal Constitution, even if the president is gone, you are ranked fourth according to the order! Do you want me to help you?" Tang Song's spiritual sense is keen Noticing the change in Francis' expression,

"How to help?" Francis asked in a low voice!
Tang Song didn't speak, but lifted the hand on Francis' shoulder slightly, and a genital essence shot out soundlessly, like an invisible rope, encircling the ankle of the President of the Senate and pulling it back.

The old and frail president of the Senate lost his footing and fell limp to the ground.

But at this time, a group of big shots swarming into the elevator couldn't even notice the person at the bottom of their feet, they stepped on his body, head, and squeezed towards the elevator.

laugh!
Tang Song and Francis watched as a gorgeous and enchanting beauty stepped into the eye socket of the President of the Senate with her sharp high-heeled shoes.

"Zizu! What a tragedy!" Tang Song couldn't bear to look straight at him: "Look, I cleared the obstacles for you and showed my sincerity. Now, Mr. Secretary of State, can you tell me what you did? I can help you. You check for gaps and make up for gaps!"

"There are nano-worms in the elevator. This kind of nano-worms can swallow all metal substances. From here to the underground safe house, the height is close to [-] meters! Now the nano-worms have been activated!" Francis is sure that the people around him can't hear it. After the conversation between the two, Francis whispered.

"Nanoworms, what a good trick! One hundred meters high, our former president, can't fly, so don't smash it to pieces!" Tang Song had the urge to applaud the Secretary of State.

"By the way, the president was assassinated, how do you plan to solve the investigation afterwards?" Tang Song asked.

Francis turned his head and gave Tang Song a strange look.

Hey!
Tang Song looked at Francis' eyes and cursed secretly, no wonder he received the invitation, it turned out that he was the one who was going to take the blame.

"It seems that Mr. Secretary of State has to choose someone who is responsible for the blame. The blame is too big for my small body to carry!" Tang Song said with a smile, his eyes were cold.

"How did you know about my plan?" Francis asked puzzled.

Tang Song hugged the little rascal who had fainted at some point, and solemnly whispered in Francis' ear, "Secret!"

Francis' face turned livid.

Tang Song looked at the Secretary of State in front of him mockingly, no, it's the president, I plan to keep this secret of yours for the rest of my life!

While the two were talking, the first batch of elevators was full and ready to close!

In the elevator, the president's bodyguards were squeezed out, and those who entered the elevator were all real big shots, the only exception being the person in charge of the State Guest House.

Because he holds the password of the safe house below, his fingerprint and iris are needed to open the safe house.

At the entrance of the State Guest House, Hawkeye led a dozen or so remaining bodyguards to rely on the hotel wall to deal with the gangsters outside.

Although he didn't know why the bomb was not detonated, but for him, it was a matter of luck.

He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter until the gun in his hand and the metal belt buckle around his waist turned into a ball of silvery liquid, and then surged down his body to the ground.

Wow, the steel bars in the hotel walls and the metal frame on the door were swallowed up by the nanoworms,
Then a group of Cobra soldiers with 3DA printed plastic guns rushed in. The group wore black hoods and optical camouflage uniforms with the shining Hydra octopus head emblem.

The plastic weapons in his hands all shoot in three bursts.

These cobra soldiers cover each other, cross forward, well-trained, and look like a soldier. Facing a group of unarmed S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, it is simply massacre,

"Hail Hydra!"

S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were shot indiscriminately and fell to the ground screaming, their eyes fixed on the group of Hydras, and blood was spitting out of their mouths.

They don't even understand why they are different from what the snake head explained, they are obviously their own people!
The Cobra soldiers held guns in their hands, aimed at the group of unarmed agents, and fired mercilessly.

One by one, secret agents, without guns in their hands, wanted to flee to the surrounding corners, and then they were knocked down like targets in a shooting range. . .

Hawkeye rolled and fled on the ground in a panic. After rolling several times on the ground, he shrank behind a sofa, dragging his pants in a hurry.

After finally taking off the trousers that were in the way, Hawkeye curled up behind the sofa, watching an enemy with a gun pass by.

His right hand jerked out, grabbing the cobra soldier's ankle and throwing him to the ground.

Dragging under the cover of the sofa, Hawkeye grabbed a champagne glass with his right hand and stabbed him hard in the neck.

(End of this chapter)