Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 198 Control Movie
After finishing the call with Nick Fury, Hill hung up the communicator.

Having been hungry for a long time, she was about to go to the kitchen to make some compressed biscuits and get some canned food.

Ding, the crisp sound of a tea cup colliding with the glass sounded behind her, and in the silent environment, it reached her ears like a thunderclap.

Hill rolled forward and turned over, with light footsteps, as sensitive as a civet cat,
Almost in a blink of an eye, she arrived at the table where the pistol was placed, picked up the black pistol that had just been loaded with a magazine on the table, and quickly turned around and pointed it behind her.

"It's you!"

Hill had already planned for the worst in his heart, but he didn't expect that the pistol was pointed at him, and the person sitting on the sofa in the living room was not the Hydra she had imagined.

"Well, you are indeed a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., with good skills and good reactions! Are you interested in mixing with me—"

Tang Song didn't care about the gun pointed at him at all, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the sunlight poured into the window, illuminating the dark room brightly.

Hill looked at Tang Song's steaming cup of tea on the table out of the corner of her eye, what made her scalp tingle was,

Not only did Tang Song find her secret safe house, but when he entered the safe house, all the early warning devices she set up lost their effect. She didn't even know how long Tang Song had stayed in this room.

"The house needs to be exposed to the sun more, otherwise it will be prone to humidity, and living in it is not good for the body!"

Tang Song spread his hands and enjoyed the sunshine for a while, then walked to the sofa and sat down again, put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, and tapped the armrest of the sofa with his index finger.

"Nick Fury is still alive? As I guessed, you guys are agents, that's not good, you live like a rat in the gutter!"

"We are fighting terrorists to maintain world peace and stability. On the contrary, it is you, Mr. Tang. Your criminal record in S.H.I.E.L.D. is one meter high!"

Agent Hill stared at Tang Song. The sunlight outside the glass window shone on Tang Song, as if he was covered with broken gold. Agent Hill was a little lost for a while. She lowered her hand holding the gun and couldn't help retorting.

"Maintain world peace and fight against terrorists!" Tang Song seemed to have heard something particularly funny, covering his stomach and laughing recklessly.

"Ms. Hill, you are a senior agent who fights against terrorists. Now you are chased by a group of terrorists and have nowhere to go. Instead, you ask me, a criminal, for help?!"

"Oh, by the way, you imposed the title of criminal on me, insulting and slandering the members of the Senate of the Federation, I have the right to directly sue you S.H.I.E.L.D.

Believe me, if you go to court, you S.H.I.E.L.D. will lose the case! "

After Tang Song had laughed enough, he stood up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go!"

"Where are you going?" A hint of vigilance flashed in Agent Hill's eyes.

Tang Song stretched his waist, gave her a sideways glance, and walked towards the door on his own: "Naturally, I will go home with me. Didn't your chief ask you to win me over?"

Hill looked at Tang Song's back with some hesitation, hesitated for a moment, got up and followed.

Downstairs from the apartment, a pure black Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the road, and two big men in black with bulging waists stood by.

Hill's safe house was chosen in a civilian community with a relatively large flow of people, in order to hide his whereabouts.

Civilian communities with a large flow of people can indeed cover up their tracks and cause trouble for trackers, but the law and order in such places is often not very good.

A top-notch luxury car worth several million dollars appeared in the community, attracting the attention of many people for a while.

There are quite a few gangsters among them. They stared at the Rolls Royce secretly, a multi-million dollar luxury car. If they really got it and resold it, they could get at least hundreds of thousands.

And this is not a rich area, there is no patrol patrol from time to time...

Although there are several bodyguards who are suspected of carrying guns.

But in the Federation, it's the same as who doesn't have a gun.

Soon a small gang in the neighborhood couldn't help it.

It is said to be a small gang, but in fact it is a few gangsters who get together and usually blackmail nearby stores and engage in zero yuan purchases.

A black gangster with dreadlocks and dreadlocks hung a large gold chain around his neck, gesturing hip-hop with both hands, and passed by the Rolls-Royce.

He seemed to have inadvertently swept across the bulging waists of the two black-clothed bodyguards, and whistled softly.

Hearing his whistle, a few gangsters not far away looked happy——

The whistles of their small gang all have specific meanings. The whistle just meant that these bodyguards did not carry heavy firepower.

At the gesture of his companion, a burly black man quietly opened the door of the broken pickup truck beside him, and reached for the Uzi submachine gun.

The black gangster with dirty braids glanced at the flying goddess who was said to be worth tens of thousands of dollars, wondering if it was made of pure gold.

He glanced down and saw a familiar New York license plate number!
Seeing the license plate number that can only be heard when bragging, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, took another look,
After he was sure that he read it correctly, he suddenly turned his head back in horror, and whistled desperately behind him.

"Shhh-"

Hearing a sudden sharp whistle, the strong black man who was holding the gun stopped holding the gun, and turned around to look at his accomplices in a daze.

The few gangsters who got together also looked at the ugly fellow with some inexplicable faces.

The young man with dirty braids had an extremely ugly expression on his face. He staggered back and ran back to his accomplices. Without saying a word, he was about to drag a few people away.

"Mike, you are stupid. It's rare for a big fat sheep to appear on our site. The patrolling policemen have two hours to patrol. We have enough time to get rid of these bodyguards and sell the car!"

A gangster with an unknown cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were a little blurred: "You are worried about the revenge of these rich and rich guys. We sell the car, and everyone will get tens of thousands of dollars. Then find a place to hide." For a while, they couldn't find ours"

As if to increase his persuasiveness, the gangster reached behind his back, intending to draw out the pistol stuck in his waist.

His voice was so loud that it even caused the two bodyguards beside the Rolls-Royce to look this way.

The dreadlocked gangster named Mike's inherent black face turned pale with fright, he stepped forward and held down his companion's right hand that was about to draw a gun,

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a pocket knife from his pocket and stabbed him directly in the waist.

"Fake!"

"Omika, Mike, you are crazy!"

"Fake!"

The gangster who was smoking a big gun touched his waist, raised his hand to look at his bloody hand, and looked at this good brother in disbelief.

"Do you know whose car that is? It's Don." In the last sentence, Mike deliberately lowered his voice, but as soon as his words came out, the screaming hooligans felt as if someone had wiped their necks.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

A few hooligans silently surrounded Mike and the unlucky ghost, and soon there was a sound of a sharp knife piercing into the body from the crowd.

The two bodyguards glanced at the obvious gangster vendetta here, and didn't pay much attention to it.

"You've chosen a lively community!"

Tang Song walked in front leaning on a cane, Hill silently followed behind him, and a bodyguard in black immediately stepped forward to open the car door for Boss Tang.

Before Tang Song got into the car, he turned his head inadvertently, and looked at the group of gangsters who were staring at him in the distance.

When the few gangsters who were watching this side met Tang Song's eyes, Qi Qi suddenly turned pale with fright, and several of them gave Tang Song a flattering smile.

Tang Song smiled, greeted Hill, and got into the car directly.

After the two sat firmly, a black-clothed bodyguard closed the car door for Boss Tang and got into the co-pilot.

The Rolls-Royce started and drove straight away.

Seeing the Rolls-Royce go away, the gangsters breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, feeling like they had escaped from death.

The interior space of the spacious Rolls-Royce,

Tang Song took out two silver plates with silver covers from the small refrigerator. He opened the silver covers, and inside were two beautifully shaped dessert cakes.

"It's already past noon, let's eat something to fill our stomachs first!"

Tang Song clicked a button next to the Rolls-Royce seat, and a small table rose between him and Hill.
Tang Song put two desserts on it, took out two plastic knives and forks, and handed one to the small table in front of Hill.

Tang Song picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake by himself, put a piece into his mouth.

The chocolate cream cake covered with chocolate, filled with almonds and jam, is made by a Michelin three-star chef. It is fragrant but not greasy.

Tang Song doesn't like to eat sweets, but this taste is really good.

Holding the knife and fork, Hill glanced at the delicate cake in front of her. Although she was hungry, she had no intention of eating it.

She stared at Tang Song and said with some doubts:

"Why did your attitude change so quickly? When you were on Fifth Avenue, you obviously didn't want to help me!?"

Tang Song inserted a piece of cake into his mouth, while chewing, enjoying the sweetness of the cake, he looked up at Hill:
"I don't understand this. You acted like a man who fell into the water on Fifth Avenue, trying to pull me, an innocent passerby standing on the shore, into the water..."

"Although I can swim, it doesn't mean I like being dragged into the water...

Jumping into the water voluntarily and being dragged into the water are two different things! "

"I'm going to help you this time because Tony bought it with a favor. Iron Man's favor is worthy of me handing over a bamboo pole to you who fell into the water! That's all!"

Tang Song explained very thoroughly and clearly, but hearing this explanation, Hill felt a little uncomfortable.

However, as a veteran agent, Hill quickly controlled his emotions.

"I took the liberty when I was on Fifth Avenue in the morning, Mr. Tang!"

Hill picked up the knife and fork to cut the cake in front of him, and apologized to Tang Song with a sincere expression.

"Nothing!" Tang Song smiled.

Hill hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Tang, you should have heard what Director Fury and I said. Do you have any thoughts?"

"Thought? You want me to help you S.H.I.E.L.D. deal with Hydra!?"

Tang Song put down the knife and fork, took out a tissue from the napkin box, and wiped his mouth.

"This is not a pond. Tony Stark's face won't make me fall into this muddy water, and you are no longer muddy water, a whole muddy pond, swamp, but..."

There was a frown expression on Tang Song's face that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

He stretched out his fingers and tapped the table in front of him: "The reason why the crabbers in Alaska risk their lives to fight in the wind and waves is because the king crab can bring them huge profits! It is enough for them to support their families!"

"Nick Fury won't think about just talking empty teeth, just let me help him with money and effort!"

Tang Song looked at Hill with a smile that was not a smile, and his whole body was hairy.

"Or, are you planning to use a beauty trick on me according to Nick Fury's ideas?!"

"What? Don, you misunderstood, what kind of beauty trick, I'm afraid you misunderstood?" Hill's hand clenched the knife and fork, and his voice was raised a few degrees.

"The director just wants me to convince you as much as possible..."

"It would be best not to have that," Tang Song shook his head and said with a smile, "Agent Hill, you are very beautiful, and if you use our Eastern words to describe it, you are heroic!"

"However, the style of beauty trap is really not suitable for you, but Agent Natasha is very suitable for this style?"

"You like Natasha?" Hill asked.

"That's not true. Compared with the charming Black Widow, I still admire women like you, but no matter how beautiful a woman is, she can't be equated with Li Yi!"

"Mr. Tang, what kind of conditions can make you stand by our side?"

Listening to Tang Song's naked words, Agent Hill's expression became serious.

Agent Hill is not a vase, on the contrary, within S.H.I.E.L.D., her position is second only to Nick Fury, and she is Nick Fury's right-hand man.

Hill has the right to decide many things within S.H.I.E.L.D.

She understands how much the current S.H.I.E.L.D. needs foreign aid from Tang and Song.

This is not comparable to one or a few superheroes.

Aside from Tony Stark, the Avengers may be capable, but they're only good at destruction.

But the man in front of him is different, he has huge power.

Even if they can't get rid of Hydra for a while, relying on the power of Tang and Song Dynasties, they can keep the situation from being too bad.

Not to mention the Holy Shield Brotherhood behind Tang and Song, if they can get their support, then...

There was a gleam in Hill's eyes.

"Director Nick Fury died, so you have no interest in succeeding him as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!?"

Hill listened to Tang Song's words with a surprised expression on his face.

She didn't quite understand what Tang Song meant when he said this.

She couldn't believe that Tang Song didn't overhear her conversation with the chief in the safe house.

And he personally said about the director's suspended animation.

Now what does he mean by this sentence.

She succeeds Director Fury as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Just kidding, the current S.H.I.E.L.D. is Hydra's lair, she managed to get out, how could she go back.

Countless thoughts flashed through Hill's mind, but his face remained calm.

But what is the real intention of this man in saying this.

"Just kidding, Agent Hill, please tell Director Fury that I am interested in supernatural items. If he can come up with something that tempts me, I don't mind helping you!"

Tang Song said his request with a smile, and put his hand on Hill's shoulder.

Hill's whole body seemed to be electrocuted, feeling the temperature of Tang Song's palm, feeling like being entangled by a boa constrictor, which made her tremble all over.

"Extraordinary items, Mr. Tang, I will tell Director Fury!"

Hill tried to calm his tone and said calmly.

Tang Song's hand slid down Hill's leg...

Hill leaned back, his upper body leaned back, showing a perfect curve, his beautiful eyes were fixed on Tang Song's face:

"Mr. Tang, please show some respect, I am not the kind of woman you imagined!"

"Ms. Hill, I'm afraid you misunderstood. I'm more interested in your talent than your body. Are you interested in doing things for me? I can help you become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"You are the one who wants to install you in S.H.I.E.L.D." At this moment, Hill finally realized Tang Song's true purpose.

Tang Song's hand, um, under this tension, seemed to be in a position that shouldn't be there, a little uncoordinated.

"You'll be mine, won't you?"

Tang Song raised his hand and pinched Hill's face and asked.

"You have great ambitions, Don," Maria Hill sneered, "Do you think you will succeed?"

Agent Hill's hand quietly touched the plastic knife and fork on the table...

Tang Song smiled, backhanded, and before Hill could react, he pointed at the center of her forehead.

"Director Hill, I don't want to put people in S.H.I.E.L.D., I want S.H.I.E.L.D., and Hydra!"

Tang Song leaned close to Hill's ear, and what he said softly made Hill almost suffocate.

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

When Tang Song returned to the manor, it was almost evening.

"Come on, let's have a taste, the Wagyu beef brought in by air from Dongying!"

Down's Manor, in front of the long oak table in the dining room...

Tang and Song cut the beef with a knife and fork, and grilled the medium-rare A4 Wagyu. The beef was cut open, with a refreshing meaty aroma.

Bite into the mouth, very tender and fragrant taste.

"Well, the taste is good. People in Dongying are not very good people, but there are still some unique features in raising cattle and doing art!"

On the long table, Tang and Song sat at the top
Deadpool sat in the guest seat, using both a knife and fork, without any sign of being polite, with a piece of meat stuffed in his mouth, he still looked up at Tang Song, and muttered in agreement:
"Body art? I didn't expect billionaires to watch this kind of Japanese movies. We are like-minded people. I have a lot of discs in my family. Do you want to sell you a few? Who do you like? ** Kong, *** Ma Leah... Kitagawa**"

Tang Song stopped the silver fork with beef stuck in his mouth, covered his mouth with his fist and coughed.

"Cough cough!"

"Mr. Tang, Wade has such a carefree personality!"

Matt Murdoch, who was sitting next to Deadpool, quickly relieved the awkward atmosphere and said.

Just now, Tang Song made it clear that he could provide some manpower, weapons and financial support to S.H.I.E.L.D.

If this matter is ruined by Deadpool's broken mouth, he really has the heart to kill Deadpool.

"Am I not right?!" Deadpool was a little puzzled, then scratched his head and looked at Tang Song and suddenly said:
"You are different from us, you are so rich, you don't need to buy any discs, you can find real people, those stars, it doesn't matter if you invite them to make a movie,"

Deadpool looked at Tang Song with an indescribable expression, and licked his lips enviously:
"Does Monopoly want me to shoot videos for you? I'm a professional photographer..."

Tang Song looked at Deadpool blankly, and there seemed to be veins popping up on his warm and jade-like face...

Ryan on the side looked down at the beef on the plate, as if studying the texture of the beef.

Frank turned around and studied the material of the knife and fork with Kane.

Among the group of people at the dining table, only Gu Ziyun, the little lunatic, stared at Deadpool with bright eyes.

"You also think uncle is a pervert..."

Before Gu Ziyun finished speaking, Tang Song raised her finger, and her mouth was sealed by an invisible spell.

"Hmm..." Gu Ziyun stared at Tang Song with dissatisfaction on his face.

Seeing this scene, Deadpool just wanted to speak for Gu Ziyun
Snapped

Matt Murdoch "looked" at Tang Song's expression, raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

"Eat well! Wagyu beef can't stop your mouth..."

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

Inside Tang Song's study after Mark Murdoch left with Deadpool.

The maid stepped forward and poured the red wine from the decanter into the glass.

With the swaying of Tang and Song Dynasties, the dark red wine has a strange beauty in the crystal cup.

The cheapest price of Petrus red wine is more than [-] pounds per case, twice that of Lafite.

Tang Song enjoyed the happiness brought by money as he entered the mouth of the bitter and fragrant red wine.

"Ryan, turn around and get a group of love action actresses in Dongpu. If you want to be ugly, get Deadpool! Find some photographers and make some movies for him!"

Drinking red wine, Tang Song remembered what Deadpool said just now, "gritting his teeth" said.

Seeing his boss's expression of being laughed out of anger, Ryan quickly marked this matter as the top priority and kept it in his heart.

He decided to do it right away, and when the female star from Dongpu got it, he would personally go over and capture Deadpool to make a movie.

I really don't feel relieved to leave this matter to the people below. If Deadpool escapes, the boss will let him take the top...

Just thinking about that scene, Ryan shuddered.

…………

On the big and soft bed, Tang Song lay alone, looking at the moonlight in the dark night through the skylight.

Maria Hill was his free move. If he remembered correctly, in the Marvel comics, this woman was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Capable, with his support, is enough to control S.H.I.E.L.D. "after Nick Fury dies".

Resurrected from the dead, a person who has been officially classified as dead should lie in the coffin honestly.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, controlled them, and Tang and Song planned their own plans.

There is always the illusion that I am behind the scenes.

The villain, the man behind the scenes, does he count? !

Tang Song himself didn't know that when he came to the Marvel world, he neither wanted to be a street vigilante like Spider-Man, nor was he interested in destroying the world.

What he wants is freedom, unfettered freedom...

As a rich and powerful longevity man, he pursues power and enjoys life. If possible, he wants to go back to the world when he came back.

"Extraordinary items, do you know what collections are in S.H.I.E.L.D.?
The Cosmic Rubik's Cube, this kind of thing at the bottom of the box, Nick Fury will definitely not take it out!

Space gem, I really want it, but this thing can be opened by someone on the opposite side, and now it is a time bomb in my hand! "

Tang Song was thinking about what he could squeeze out of Nick Fury.

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Under the moonlight, Selena slowly took off her pajamas, revealing a slender, curvy, sexy figure.

Tang Song stood up halfway, leaned against the head of the bed, admiring the goddess of the night in front of him...

silent night...

(End of this chapter)