Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 180 The Second Wave ([-]) Broken Mouth Tang
"Don, you mean they are also gangsters?"

Francis had been following Tang Song dejectedly all this time, and a trace of flush flashed across the face of Francis, who was ashen.

Excited like a dog licking a message from the Goddess of Taoism (it was banned before and was deleted)
The little pepper Pepper on the side gave him a weird look, not understanding why the Secretary of State reacted this way when he heard about the gangsters.

Are you scared?

"Don, you mean they are also gangsters?"

Pepper Pepper carefully peeked at the gangster, then turned her head, stared nervously at Tang Song, and repeated what Francis said in a low voice, but her voice was trembling.

She was very afraid of hearing the words of confirmation from Tang Song's mouth.

After all, no one wants to deal with a group of murderous terrorists.

Francis also stared at Tang Song eagerly.

However, the Secretary of State had the opposite idea. He thought that this group of fake National Guard gangsters were Cobra people who came back to clean up the mess for him after finding out that the President was not dead.

Tang Song touched the little naughty head through the hoodie, and comforted the little girl.

Take the simple black puppet from her...

A puppet in the shape of a human is a piece of black cloth stuffed with cotton wool.

Tie a head with a rubber band, and simply outline a few strokes to form the facial features of the puppet.

Tang Song flicked the puppet's head with his fingers first, and then flicked a wisp of energy from T'Chaka into the puppet.

The original graffiti-like facial features of the puppet began to swell and deform with the infusion of this ray of energy, and finally turned out to be somewhat similar to T'Chaka not far away.

It's just that when this scene happened, Tang Song had already turned his back and pinched the black puppet in his hand, without letting others see it.

Holding the black puppet in his hand, Tang Song tapped the group of National Guard soldiers who appeared with his chin.

"It's true that this group of people are gangsters, but according to their appearance, they should not be with the group just now!"

Francis was startled, and Pepper Pepper and Little Rascal looked at Tang Song in panic.

There is also a second wave of terrorists.

"Don, why do you say they are not in the same group!" Fransey asked unwillingly.

Otherwise, make a call and ask Commander Cobra to see if it's his.

Tang Song complained in his heart, and raised his eyes to signal Francis to look at the weapons in the hands of the National Guard.

Francis followed Tang Song's eyes, and his expression changed suddenly. Unlike the Cobra soldiers who were holding guns just now, these National Guard soldiers were holding rubber sticks.

Obviously they are not Cobra people, otherwise they should have been prepared.

At this time, King Wakanda had already helped the President of the Federation out of a dark room in a hotel.

This dark room, originally used by the CIA to eavesdrop on the leaders of other countries staying in the State Guest House, is located in the middle of the mezzanine between the two rooms.

There is no problem in terms of privacy, but what embarrasses our Mr. President is that in this monitoring room, more than a dozen monitoring channels are all monitoring the same room.

In the few minutes in the listening room, even for the cheeky federal president, he was embarrassed to dig out another room on the ground to get in.

Fortunately, our King T'Chaka is a political master who knows how to play a fool, and this incident is considered to be the past.

"Mr. President, I have been ordered to escort you and King T'Chaka out of here—"

The federal president glanced at the white major in front of him, and then at the more than 40 Washington National Guard soldiers directly under his command in the hotel, feeling a sense of security spontaneously.

The pale-faced federal president finally recovered the demeanor that a leader of a big country should have. He greeted T'Chaka at the side, and then made an invitation gesture.

The two headed outside surrounded by a group of National Guard soldiers.

Francis stood beside Tang Song, watching Mr. President with burning eyes surrounded by a group of "bandits".

If the president is kidnapped, or the ticket is torn apart, according to the succession order of the federal constitution, there is no doubt that he will directly take over the position of the federal president.

Perhaps it was because Francis' eyes were too hot. The federal president who was striding in the crowd seemed to have noticed it. He stopped and glanced at the crowd, just in time to see Francis.

Seeing Francis, who survived, Mr. President squeezed out a smile on his serious face, and waved towards Francis:

"Frank! It's great that you're fine! Then let's go out together. I need you to communicate with the news media and try to keep things under control—"

Francis looked at the federal president in astonishment, and then looked at the "National Guard soldiers" beside him who were looking at him, and gave him a bitter smile.

Francis turned his eyes to Tang Song for help.

The federal president was keenly aware of Francis's little move. He followed Francis' gaze and noticed Tang Song, and also noticed the strange look on Tang Song's face.

"Mr. Tang, do you have any suggestions for this terrorist attack?"

The federal president asked perfunctorily, he was somewhat impressed by the only Chinese invited to this reception, and Francis supported the black gloves that played against Lewis.

Mr. President obviously didn't pay attention to a gangster in the underground world, if he didn't notice Francis' eyes.

Tang Song looked at the federal president with weird eyes:

"Mr. President, have you asked which unit this major belongs to, which brigade of the Washington National Guard? I think this major rushed to the rescue, and his shoulder straps are all crooked!"

The federal president was startled when he heard Tang Song's words, and subconsciously glanced at the epaulettes of the major officer beside him.

The major also subconsciously glanced at his epaulets. After making sure that the epaulets on his shoulders were not crooked, he dryly argued to the president:
"Mr. President, we are here to protect you under the order of General Lawrence!"

President Lawrence of the Federation naturally knew that he was the brigade commander of the Second Brigade of the Washington National Guard, but the hearts of the people were unbearably suspicious.

Tang Song's words are like a thorn of doubt in the heart of the federal president!
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, looking at the president who was still not moving, the major couldn't help but said:

"Mr. President, General Lawrence is waiting for you outside! There may be remnants of terrorists here, see if we escort you out first—"

The president didn't say a word, and he said after a long time: "Tell Lawrence, I will stay here temporarily to find out the casualties of the receptionists, let him deal with the terrorists outside, and come to the hotel to meet me!"

Hearing his words, the major's face changed suddenly. He exchanged glances with a second lieutenant beside him, and the second lieutenant shook his head lightly at him.

"Since you insist, let's escort King T'Chaka out of here first—" the major shrugged helplessly towards Mr. President.

When Mr. President heard the major's words, he was finally relieved. Obviously, these people were real National Guard soldiers, not terrorists, otherwise he would not give up this opportunity to hold him hostage.

"When did a brigade commander of the National Guard care so much about diplomatic affairs? Could it be said that the king of a small East African country has a higher security priority than the president and secretary of state!

There are many big figures from the Federation here! "

Just as the major was about to escort the king of Wakanda and his two female guards to the door of the hotel, a voice that made him furious sounded again.

He subconsciously glanced at T'Chaka, and sure enough, T'Chaka, who was wearing a black panther suit but without a helmet, stopped immediately when he heard Tang Song's words.

"Because of this reception that welcomed me, these terrorists were given an opportunity to kill and wound so many people. According to our Wakanda tradition, I need to stay here and pray for them!"

Water?Since when did we have this tradition in Wakanda?The two female guards looked at their king suspiciously.

The major only felt that the veins in his temples were throbbing with anger. If he had a gun at hand, he wished he could draw it and finish off that talkative guy.

"No time, just get rid of him!"

The second lieutenant who was guarding behind T'Chaka snarled, suddenly jumped up, struck sideways, and hit the back of T'Chaka's head with his right elbow.

His words seemed to be an order, and the National Guard soldiers who surrounded the surrounding crowd attacked and killed the surrounding people one after another.

Their weapons may be crude, but these well-trained killing machines quickly tell everyone that rubber sticks can also kill.

In particular, most of the people attending the reception are old people who hold great power and are pampered.

These unsuspecting old people are caught off guard, and often when the rubber stick is dropped, their heads are bleeding and they don't know their personnel.

Of course, there are no exceptions, just like the head of Rockefeller, who is said to have had six hearts replaced by David Rockefeller.

He seems to have been injected with some kind of serum, or his body has undergone some kind of scientific enhancement, and his physical fitness is amazing. With the boxing skills he has learned, he even fought six or seven gangsters pretending to be the National Guard.

Terrorists lack the decisive weapon of destruction, such as guns, which is a little less interesting after all.

David Rockfellow punched a strong man bloody with a left hook. Before he could close his fist, a strong man with long hair in a shawl and a cold expression like an ice cube swung the crowd away and walked straight towards the crowd. he!

David Rockfellow hooked the strong man disdainfully, and injected his body with the military's secondary super serum, giving him a physical fitness comparable to that of top special forces.

As for the high cost of stability maintenance medicine in the late stage of serum, it is naturally not a problem for the head of Rockefeller, the world's top consortium.

David Rockfellow learned boxing just to adjust his life, even so, his boxing was also taught by the world's top heavyweight boxing champion,
Facing the strong man with the ice face in front of him, David looked very confident. He waved his fist and was eager to try.

"Crack!"

"what!"

one strike!The ice-faced burly man cut off David's punch with just one blow, breaking his punching right hand.

How could the pampered David Rockfellow have endured such pain? He squatted on the ground with his arms folded in pain.

The burly man with an ice cube face skipped him and walked towards Tang Song in the crowd. When he walked past David Rockfellow, he raised his knee and hit David Rockfellow in the face.

Seeing the burly man with an ice cube face walking straight over, the people standing beside Tang Song fled in all directions.

Little Naughty looked at the strong man who was coming, and then at Tang Song who couldn't move beside her. She bit her lip, and took off the glove of her right hand.

What Tang Song didn't expect was that not only Little Naughty didn't leave, but Pepper Pepper, who had been by his side all the time, didn't leave either. Tang Song was a little surprised and amused by the things in his hand.

Well, as for the drunken Bishop Hyde, he is sleeping soundly on the holed sofa.

"Are you going to hit him on the head with this high heel?"

Pepper Pepper held one of his high-heeled shoes in his hand, and pointed at the oncoming strong man with the heel of the [-]-centimeter heel.

"Don, don't be joking. Is there any way? If we can't, we will rush out. Count the time, Tony will be here soon!"

Pepper gave Tang Song a blank look. Although she was nervous, Pepper was worthy of being a woman who could inherit the Iron Armor. She didn't have a look of fear on her face, but said calmly.

"Rush out!?" Tang Song flexed his muscles, shook his head, and said to Pepper Pepper: "Are all terrorists so brave now? He can't tell that I'm Chinese, can he know kung fu? !"

Before Pepper Pepper could react, Tang and Song's figure had disappeared in front of her, and the afterimage was followed by the sound of wind howling
The Winter Soldier, who had just been awakened not long ago, only felt a pain in his face, and a heavy punch hit his left cheek heavily.

The huge attack force directly shattered most of his teeth, and his two hundred kilograms body was directly lifted into the air by the punch.

Before he hit the ground, an upside-down kick came first from below,
Tang Song's kick hit his chest, and his whole body rose into the air again, and his back hit the ceiling on the first floor of the State Guest House heavily.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by the rustling dust, the Winter Soldier slammed heavily on the carpet, with no air in his mouth.

Seeing the dumbfounded Pepper Pepper and the little rascal who was full of adoring eyes, Tang Song clapped his hands, but didn't even look at the cold-faced man whose heart was shattered by him.

Looking straight at the fighting scene not far away——

Compared with his broken mouth, it is obvious that the target of this group of people is T'Chaka. Just to deal with such a cold-faced man like him, T'Chaka has four people around him.

And there is a group of people fighting.

It's just that facing the black panther suit made by T'Chaka Zhenjin, these killers obviously have the feeling that the dog is biting the hedgehog and has no way to start.

"I really don't know good people. Tell me about you. Without my help, even if you trick him away, you can't break his turtle shell!"

Tang Song glanced at T'Chaka who was wearing a Zhenjin battle suit, and then looked at his hands, "Thanos' sword can chop up the Zhenjin shield, I wonder if I can do it?"

Tang Song is obviously a man of action, a shadow that no one can see separates from his body,

As if there was no entity, he avoided everyone's attention, sneaked into the fighting crowd, and got close to T'Chaka's back!

(Today, I went back to my hometown on Friday, and I didn’t get home until eight o’clock, but I found that if I don’t get distracted, I can actually type very fast! I just tried it, because of the flu, I locked myself in a small dark room, and it’s been nine o’clock until now. Code up to 4000)

(End of this chapter)