Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 184 Assassination (End) 7000
After hearing the news that there was a sniper outside, the rich people who were clamoring to go out immediately turned off their fire.

Pulling the little rascal who was standing aside, Tang Song slowly arranged some messy clothes for her, put on the hood, and took her hand to go outside.

The little girl had never experienced such a big scene before, she was dragged away by Tang Song at a loss.

"Don, where are you going?" Fransey asked suspiciously, "There are still snipers outside!"

"Of course it is going out!" Tang Song said with a smile: "These snipers seem to be targeting the president and the king of Wakanda. What does it matter to us?"

Fransey was stunned, and he scratched his forehead vigorously: "But, Tang, what you promised me..."

"Hush!" Tang Song raised his index finger and put it on his mouth: "Stop talking nonsense, if you don't want to die, come out with me!"

Fransey's eyes lit up: "Don, you installed it here"

"You don't want to defile people's innocence!" Tang Song gave Francis a look, and pulled the little rascal to go out.

Because of the sudden appearance of snipers outside, the soldiers, agents, and police brought by these high-ranking officials were all on guard outside, and layers of guard soldiers blocked the president's sight.

Tang Song dragged the little rascal and walked towards the door in such a grandiose manner.

Francis looked around, gritted his teeth, and ran out directly behind Tang Song.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Bishop Hyde looked at the few people who ran out in a panic, with a bit of clarity in his hazy drunken eyes, and staggered behind Francis!

"Sir, we have received an order that no one in the hotel is allowed to go out. There are snipers outside. For your safety, please return to the hotel!"

Tang Song dragged the little rascal to the door of the hotel when he was stopped, perhaps because he knew that the silver liquid had expired. At this time, a group of armed soldiers with live ammunition stood at the door of the hotel.

Looking at the black muzzle of the soldier in front of him pointing at himself.

Tang Song just smiled, smiling gently and elegantly, but the black jade finger on his thumb moved under his caress.

"Enough, what are you doing?"

Just when Tang Song was about to teach the group of soldiers in front of him a lesson, Francis rushed over in time and reprimanded the leading soldier.

"Sir! We have received an order that everyone in the hotel is not allowed to go out!" The soldier obviously recognized Francis Underwood, a big man who appeared on TV all the year round, and he saluted Francis in a panic road!
"This is Mr. Tang Song. He just rescued His Excellency the President inside. I need to go outside to coordinate with the news media and ask him to protect my safety. Is there a problem?"

The leading soldier looked out of the hotel with some hesitation.

"Who are you looking for, your officer! Soldier, tell me which unit you belong to. I will talk to him. If he disagrees, I will ask Laman to call him personally!" Francis Seeing the soldier's hesitant expression, he reprimanded directly.

"Sir, that's not what I meant..." The leading second lieutenant hurriedly explained, and then hurriedly let the soldiers under him get out of the way.

Outside the Blair State Guesthouse, the rain had stopped, and groups of heavily armed soldiers were setting up defenses. Outside the State Guesthouse Hotel, defensive positions were set up, even heavy machine guns were set up.

Heavy weapons such as tanks and armored vehicles were also driven to the front of the hotel and arranged as bunkers.

At least a dozen Apache gunships were circling and patrolling in mid-air. In the clouds, white gas explosions left by fighter jets could be faintly seen.

In front of the hotel, a high-tech Quinjet aircraft is parked in the open space in front of the hotel.

The black widow wearing a red dress into a bikini is carefully directing two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to carry Hawkeye's body onto the fighter plane.

"Don!" Fransey took two steps forward, glanced at the little girl beside Tang Song, and asked with his eyes.

Tang Song took a look at him and gave him a reassuring look. In the National Pavilion, his spiritual consciousness touched an inconspicuous yellow talisman under the carpet, and the yellow talisman dispersed like smoke and dust.

Invisible fluctuations swept across, mixed with a rhythm that ordinary people couldn't detect, shaking the entire hotel.

The steel bars inside the entire wall of the State Guest House had long been swallowed up by the silver liquid, and this shock directly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Boom!Like an earthquake, violent vibrations suddenly swept across the entire area,

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and behind Tang and Song, the four-storey Blair State Guest House collapsed.

Tens of tons of cement hit the ground, and even the armored vehicles parked on the side of the road shook a few times.

"Puff puff puff, bah!—"

General Ross got up from the ground in embarrassment, waved away the subordinates beside him, and stared dumbfounded at the ruins in front of him.

While spitting out the dust in his mouth, he shouted hoarsely: "Hurry up and save people, the president is still inside!"

"Mr. Secretary of State, take care of Mary for me! I'll save people!"

Tang Song used his body to block most of the smoke and dust for Little Rascal when the shock happened. He saw the collapsed wreckage of the Blair Hotel,
He blinked at Francis, gave some heavy instructions, strode towards the ruins of the hotel, and directly dug in the ruins with both hands. Blood dripping.

Seeing this scene, General Ross shook his body, and roared at the soldiers beside him: "What are you still doing, go save people!"

The Blair State Guest House in Noda was now a construction site in ruins. Thousands of people began to carry out the ruins with their hands, looking for survivors.

"I'm not breathing!"

Together with a soldier, Tang Song carefully lifted a gorgeously dressed woman out of the ruins. Tang Song tested the woman's pulse with his hand, sighed, and shook his head.

Several soldiers carried the woman's body aside, covered it with a white cloth,
"Crash!"

Just when Tang Song was about to continue carrying stones, not far in front of him, a pile of rubble and sundries suddenly spewed out like a fountain, and a golden and red figure soared into the sky and landed on the open space not far away.

"Doctor! Where is the doctor?"

Tony Stark put his arms around the ashen-faced Pepper, and shouted anxiously, and soon two doctors in white coats came to him.

"Mr. Stark, Miss Potts is just in a coma due to hypoxia, and there is nothing serious!"

After the doctor took out the stethoscope and checked Pepper's heartbeat and vital signs, he checked her joints and said to Tony Stark.

Tony Stark was relieved.

"Mr. Stark, what happened to you in the State Guesthouse? Did someone detonate the bomb?"

General Ross went straight to Tony Stark and questioned him.

"It wasn't a bomb, there was no trace of explosion, the whole hotel suddenly collapsed!" Tony Stark opened the helmet of his iron suit, and looked down at Pepper with a little fear on his face.

Tony Stark came out of the hotel alive and seemed to give everyone a confidence.

I think there may be living people under the ruins of the hotel!

Under the command of General Ross, everyone including Tony Stark joined the rescue.

However, when the corpses were carried out one after another, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom, especially when the corpse of the federal president appeared.

A deadly silence filled the air.

Tang Song sighed, threw the stone in his hand on the ground, and cursed in a voice that everyone could hear:
"Shet! Hydra, the kind of nano-bomb that these terrorists dropped destroyed the structure of the hotel! They killed Mr. President!"

Tang Song's words seemed to arouse the indignation of the surrounding soldiers, and even General Ross was angry.

Of course, the syllables of the Tang and Song Dynasties added some small means to seduce people's hearts and boost morale.

Those who are blamed are always innocent, but who can prove their innocence?
Several TV station interview vehicles passed through the block weakly, and there were several special service vehicles behind them to escort them back to their units.

The military and the police's big movement, and the explosion just now shook the entire Washington, excited reporters rushed to the White House one after another, trying to get first-hand news, but they were chased away by FBI agents from a distance return.

More than a dozen helicopters used for interviews hurried back slowly, and more than [-] armed helicopters directly under the military were watching them behind, not giving them a chance to get close to the incident site.

Tang Song, with his hands wrapped in gauze, sat in a military helicopter, accompanied by the new federal president Francis Underwood, and flew past an interview helicopter under the escort of a large number of Apache gunships .

The ventilation window of that helicopter was open, and Tang Song's keen hearing hundreds of times higher than that of ordinary people clearly captured the complaints of a reporter inside.

"Press control, oh my god, I haven't gotten a single headline this month, my salary.

My bonus, damn it! "

Smiling, Tang Songchen shook his head!
Escorted by dozens of Apache armed helicopter gunships, Francis Underwood, the newly-baked federal president, arrived in front of the Pentagon.

In the Federal Pentagon at this time, staff from countless key departments were scurrying around inside the building like rats that exploded their nests.

The President of the Federation was assassinated, and many high-level officials of the Federation and the top rich were also killed. This matter is too bad and the impact is too great.

The current security strength of the Pentagon is more than ten times that of usual, and dozens of heavy tanks are parked in front of the Pentagon majestically.

The whistling of fighter planes could be heard even more faintly overhead, apparently there were fighter planes circling above the clouds of the Pentagon.

After undergoing strict interrogation and identity checks by several guards, Tang Song Shiran followed Francis Underwood into the Pentagon headquarters,

.........

Sitting in the office of the Secretary of Defense in the Pentagon, Tang Song said to Francis angrily:

"These damned terrorists are really abominable. They dared to attack the President of the Federation. The secret service bodyguards of the former President are also idiots, and they can't even protect the President!"

Francis, who had just finished dealing with a bunch of things, stared at Tang Song intently,

Everything is going well, except for this guy who came out of nowhere, how the hell did he know his plan,
How much information does he have in his hand, but thinking of the extraordinary skills shown by Tang and Song, Francis asked in a very gentle tone:

"Don, do you have any suggestions?"

Tang Song smiled and said: "I think that group of terrorists will definitely not let it go. For your safety, President, I think you need a strong security force!"

"I have a group of retired soldiers from the former German Black Magic Special Forces. Their commander is a very good soldier. I think they are qualified for the post of Chief of Secret Service!"

Hearing Tang Song's words, Francis' face became extremely gloomy, but seeing Tang Song's expression, he swallowed the resentment fiercely.

"This is impossible. It is impossible to hand over the position of Secret Service Director to a foreigner. This is related to the personal safety of many important government officials in the Federation. They will not agree!"

Tang Song smiled endlessly: "Mr. Kane has a federal passport and is a serious federal citizen. If you want to discriminate against German immigrants, be careful that there will be people protesting on this street tomorrow holding signs that discriminate against immigrants."

Francis said frankly: "Don, the position of the director of the Secret Service cannot be handed over to an outsider! He is related to my own safety! Even you are the same!"

Tang Song smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Kane is only a part-time job. For a few months, with the friendship between the two of us, I need to protect your safety! I don't want my partner to die unexpectedly, that's all!"

Francis looked at Tang Song with distrust, Tang Song snorted coldly:
"Of course, I also have some personal interests. Mr. Kane is the president of Tang's Security Company, a president who once served as the chief of the Secret Service. Naturally, it is easier to do business in the Federation.

Seriously, Mr. President, you really need to pay attention to protecting your own safety, that is Hydra—" Tang Song leaned forward gently, slowed down his tone, and reminded Francis word by word.

Hydra, Francis Underwood thought of the second wave of terrorist attacks.

He was silent for a long time, then nodded and said: "One month, the Mr. Kane you recommended will temporarily take up the position of Secret Service Director, and a month later, there will be a replacement."

"One month is enough!" Tang Song nodded, looked around the office in front of him, tapped the table in front of him lightly, and said sinisterly:
"Mr. President, our Minister of Defense will be back soon. You confirm that he is your supporter. According to the succession sequence of the Federal Constitution, he is right below you. Do you need me?"

Francis Underwood glanced at Tang Song, and said helplessly, "Laman is my man, and I still need his support to secure this position."

"Understood, understood, political power grows out of the barrel of a gun!"

That night.

Nearly a hundred Secret Service vehicles surrounded a high-end western restaurant.

Amid the horrified yells of the person in charge of the restaurant, a large group of special forces wearing uniforms of the gendarmerie directly under the military blasted through the walls of the restaurant and rushed in.

Dozens of Secret Service agents followed closely behind Kane with excited smiles, surrounded him and rushed into the messed-up restaurant.

Kicking away a table in front of him, Kane walked to a table by the window under the horrified eyes of dozens of diners in the restaurant, and gave a military salute to a middle-aged man sitting by the table: "Sorry, Major General Lawrence, please cooperate with me and ask you to leave here quietly, is that okay?"

Major General Lawrence, the commander of the Second Brigade of the Washington National Guard, his face was swollen, and he glared at Kane.

"Who are you, what qualifications do you have to catch me!?"

Kane took out a certificate from his arms: "Kane, the new director of the Federal Secret Service, I suspect that you are related to the terrorist attack on the State Guesthouse, show him the arrest warrant issued by the President himself!"

A senior agent of the Secret Service impatiently took out a warrant and waved it in front of Lawrence: "Major General Lawrence, you conspired to commit treason and used weapons of mass destruction to attack the President of the Federation. The evidence is convincing. Please cooperate with us in the investigation!"

The diners on the side pricked up their ears and looked at this side excitedly. The general of the Federation actually conspired to treason?Actually sent his subordinates to assassinate the federal president?

Kane, the newly released director of the Secret Service, said to Lawrence: "General, don't embarrass us, okay? If you are wronged, I believe we will investigate clearly!"

Lawrence slowly stood up, slowly raised his hands, and let the Secret Service agents put the shackles on him.

"Take it away!" Kane waved his hand.

Wakanda

"Brother! Father, father's vital signs have disappeared!"

T'Challa was wearing vibrating gold armor, and beside him were four female guards of the king, who were patrolling the border of Wakanda to prevent the intrusion of thieves.

Su Rui's panicked voice suddenly came from his communicator.

"what?"

T'Challa's lips trembled when he spoke.

"Sister, don't be joking, is your life monitoring system malfunctioning, how could something happen to your father?!"

"Brother, something really happened to the father, his vital signs are gone, and the female warriors who protected him, their vital signs are also gone, woo woo woo, the mother has been crying, brother, come back soon! "

T'Challa clenched her fists, and the face of the king's female guard next to her was filled with grief and anger.

Washington, a four-story underground base.

In a secret meeting room, Nick Fury put down the laser pointer in his hand.

With the completion of his summary of the incident at the State Guest House, the projection of the screen dancing behind him slowly dissipated at this moment.

The lights in the meeting room were turned on again, and in front of his eyes, on both sides of the long table in the meeting room,
Sitting respectively are Agent Hill, Natasha with long red hair, and Agent Coulson, Nick Fury's confidant.

Directly opposite Agent Coulson, on the chair at the back of the conference room,

Wearing a gray casual suit and wearing rimless glasses, Tony Stark didn't seem to pay too much attention to Nick Fury's summary report. He kept his head down and looked at the several documents on the table.

After Nick Fury's summary ended, Tony Stark raised his head and pushed his glasses:

"After the terrorist attack, I rushed to the scene. The nanoworm technology of the terrorists is very interesting. There are not many companies with this technology in the world? This is an investigation direction!"

"But you said that the assassination of the king of Wakanda may trigger World War III. Where is the basis?"

"Mr. Stark, you have read all the information on the table. With Wakanda's technological level, once you start a war with the Federation, do you think the situation will be easier than World War III?"

Hill explained.

"Once a nuclear war breaks out between the two sides, it will inevitably trigger a chain reaction, and the whole world will be shrouded in a nuclear cloud."

"All this because of the assassination of the black king?"

Tony Stark complained:

"If I remember correctly, you said that the Hydra is inside your S.H.I.E.L.D.... It seems that you are also half responsible for destroying the world!"

"Tony, the Hydra matter is a legacy of history."

Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark and said:

"Another purpose of my convening everyone is to eliminate the Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"This is a big project. The former bureau chiefs were all undercover agents. I can't think of how many people in your organization are still available, not just the few in front of you!"

Tony Stark spread his hand, pointed to everyone, and curled his lips.

"I'm not interested in playing the game of catching traitors with you. Didn't you come to me to solve the crisis of destroying the world? How to solve it!"

Nick Fury glanced at Tony Stark, who was hard-spoken and soft-hearted, and then looked back at Natasha, the black widow beside him.

"First of all, we need manpower! I have made a list, Natasha, and there are a few people that you need to invite. Now that Hawkeye is still undergoing treatment, I need to find a suitable man to replace him!"

"Yes! Sir!" Natasha nodded.

"Because of the infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D., I temporarily transferred some people from other places to form an elite action team as a backup team for this operation. When needed, you can use me to mobilize this team." A large operational force of 120 people."

"Tony, I need you to provide network technical support, and if necessary, military support. Do you have any questions?"

Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark again.

Tony Stark turned the black pen in his hand and shrugged.

"Well, so be it."

Nick Fury raised his wrist and looked at the time. He put away the documents on the table and said to the others:

"The meeting is over now, let's go about our own business."

………………

Everyone filed out and left the conference room.

Nick Fury sat on the sofa chair, rubbing his forehead, feeling exhausted.

After a short rest, Nick Fury got up, walked to the projector, and inserted a USB flash drive he carried into the projector.

With the laser pointer of the remote control in Nick Fury's hand shining, in the blue light projected in front of his eyes, an unclear picture appeared in the conference room.

Nick Fury's eyes narrowed immediately.

This photo should have been taken in a dim environment. The picture was taken from a high altitude, and many details are quite blurred.

But even so, Nick Fury still saw some blurry figures from the photo.

"This is?"

Looking at the photo, Nick Fury asked.

"A few months ago, a batch of vibrating gold ore in Wakanda was stolen, and the intruder entered Wakanda through a secret passage."

A figure wearing a black panther suit came out from the hidden darkness.

"Wakanda tracked the information left by the invaders, found the base in Siberia, and a conflict broke out with the Hydra organization!"

"You mean, these intruders are not Hydra?"

Nick Fury rubbed his chin.

"Can you be sure?"

"When we captured Bucky, another batch of vibrating gold ore was stolen. Obviously Hydra was also used."

T'Challa says:

"Bucky's brainwashing has been lifted, and I will give you the man you want, Nick Fury, you promised me, help me find the murderer who killed my father!"

T'Challa's face was hidden under a black leopard-shaped mask, and the animal pupils shone with a faint light.

"Don't worry, I will help you find out the real culprit who murdered King T'Chaka!"

Nick Fury looked solemn and serious: "Your Highness, what you have to do now is to return to Wakanda as soon as possible, control the situation in Wakanda, and don't let the war expand!"

T'Challa said coldly: "Whether the war will expand depends on your efficiency,
Nick Fury, you came to me and promised to find the real culprit who murdered my father within half a month. It has been two days now. If you can’t fulfill your promise in half a month, I will directly launch an attack on you. All-out war for the Federation, blood for blood, tooth for tooth! "

T'Challa put down his cruel words and left the secret base directly through the secret passage.

.........

As soon as T'Challa left the room with his front foot, the door of the room was pushed open.

Several figures came in one after another, it was Hill and Natasha who had just left.

But Tony Stark wasn't one of them.

Agent Hill set his sights on Nick Fury.

"Director, there is a mastermind behind Hydra?!" Hill also asked a little puzzled.

"This organization must have something to do with the disappearance of Zhenjin in Wakanda, but they hide too deeply. At present, neither we nor Wakanda's intelligence agencies have the slightest trace of them."

"However, our priority now is to remove the Hydra hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D. We will investigate this mysterious organization after we clear the interior."

If you follow Nick Fury's past behavior style, you will never allow an invisible behind-the-scenes man to hide behind.

But there is no way now, it is not that the inside of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been mixed with traitors, but a few of them have broken into the inside of Hydra.

The former director and his comrade-in-arms teacher are all members of Hydra. The dark power hidden inside S.H.I.E.L.D. makes Nick Fury wake up in panic every time he thinks about it at midnight.

Cooperating with him for so many years, has been alone in the snake's lair.

He can still stand here now, thanks to Pierce for not killing him.

Nick Fury estimates that if the Hydra within SHIELD is really to be cleared, it would be lucky that SHIELD can leave one-third of its current size.

If you check, S.H.I.E.L.D. will suffer heavy losses. If you don't check, S.H.I.E.L.D. will change its banner.

He has no choice.

This is why Nick Fury chose to work with Wakanda.

"Hill, don't use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence agencies for the next action, but use Wakanda's intelligence channels! Find out who killed T'Chaka first!"

"Yes, sir."

………………

Nelson Murdoch LLP, Brooklyn, New York.

Mark Murdoch, who had just finished processing the last document, stood up and stretched, picked up the suit jacket hanging aside, and just put it on.

The door of the law firm was suddenly pushed open, and the wind chimes rang.

Mark Murdoch sighed faintly.

"Why, I'm not welcome!"

Natasha, who was wearing a brown lady's trench coat, stepped on high heels and walked straight to Mark Murdoch, looked at his profile, and after a few seconds, suddenly said:

"Mark, long time no see, do you want to have dinner together tonight?"

"Ok?"

Mark Murdoch smiled wryly, pulled out his blind stick from the table, and threw it away.

"Can I say no?"

"Mick's Tavern, I haven't been there for a long time, I've made a reservation!"

Natasha didn't give Mark Murdoch a chance to say no and was as strong as ever.

Just like when the two were in love.

(End of this chapter)