American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 169: Improvement, Sensible, Information

Each Hell Dimension can be seen as a world.

These Hell Dimensions can be boundless, or as small as several hundred miles. The environment of each Hell Dimension differs, and the demon races living there are also varied.

Like the King of Hell Satan and Mephisto, they are also the masters of one or more Hell Dimensions.

They occupy many Hell Dimensions, have large areas, and possess formidable strength.

Therefore, their names are widely circulated in various worlds, and they are also called Hell-Lords, Hell Lords.

A medium-scale Hell Dimension had only boundless black deadwater. Only the occasional ripples proved that living beings existed here.

Beneath the fetid blackwater lived a group of Naga Demons. They were the rulers of this Hell Dimension.

Different from the Naga living on Earth, these Naga Demons were native Hell Demons.

Naga Demons, typically around three meters in height, dragged a snake tail. Their strength was reflected in their arms; the more arms they had, the stronger they were.

Unlike demons who fought each other in other Hell Dimensions, Naga Demons operated in tribal groups, generally hunting other races living in the Blackwater Dimension.

Swamp mermen, crocodile people... Splash! The fetid blackwater churned with waves. Beneath the blackwater, a group of Naga Demons armed with various weapons were fighting a group of ugly-faced fishmen.

Describing it as a fight wasn't accurate; it was a one-sided slaughter.

This was the Hell Dimension belonging to the Naga Demons, not the Swamp Hell of the swamp mermen.

From numbers to weapon equipment, these fishmen holding bone spears were simply no match for the Naga Demons.

Large numbers of two-armed and four-armed Naga Demons, led by a Six-Armed Naga, quickly slaughtered this fishman tribe, harvesting a large batch of fish emergency rations.

The Six-Armed Naga used the curved knife in her hand to dig out the eyes of a still-breathing, muscular fishman. The fish eyes, once removed from the fishman, instantly transformed into two crystal-clear treasure pearls.

The Six-Armed Naga held the two treasure pearls and grinned with satisfaction, hissing and revealing a mouth full of fangs.

Buzz buzz buzz! Just as the Six-Armed Naga was about to lead her tribal group to conquer the next fishman tribe, a faint light suddenly appeared at the bottom of the blackwater.

An energy fluctuation, accompanied by a fragrant scent, instantly spread throughout the blackwater sea area for over ten kilometers.

Upon smelling this scent, all the Naga seemed to go mad, rushing towards the seabed with bloodshot eyes.

They completely lost reason, disregarding the fishmen, tribal groups, everything, focused only on being the first to rush towards that magic array.

The Six-Armed Naga took the lead. With six arms, her sharp curved knives spun wildly, hacking and slashing at everything obstructing her path.

After cutting the four-armed Naga Demon blocking her into several pieces, she leaped directly into the magic array.

As the Hexagram Array activated, the Six-Armed Naga turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished into the dimensional rift, leaving behind a group of Naga Demons who had regained their senses, looking bewildered.

Pfft!

The Six-Armed Naga Demon had just crossed out of the dimensional rift and hadn't even taken two breaths of the fresh air of the Human World when a steel fork stabbed up from beneath her, piercing through her body.

Inside the White Bone Banner, the Ox-Head Yin Spirit held the steel fork with empty eyes, like a fisherman spearing a fish in the water, dragging the steel fork and the thrashing Six-Armed Naga Demon into the White Bone Banner.

On the banquet table of the Ghost God Feast Painting inside the Ghoul White Bone Banner, a new dish of fish sashimi quickly appeared! The ghost gods raised their cups and ate heartily.

Tang Song leaned on his cane, looking satisfied with this harvest.

Using a Restriction Formation Simulation to replace the Hexagram Array drawn with ruby powder, and using a Yin Spirit to simulate soul fluctuations.

A fake bait can also catch fish! He just didn't know how well the Restriction Formation inside the Ghoul White Bone Banner could imitate a Black Wizard's spell?! "Someone, first take Miss Hei Mu to the Living Room to rest and have some tea!"

Tang Song had his Bodyguard escort Hei Mu Mingliang to the Manor Living Room. Only then did he control the Restriction Formation inside the White Bone Banner.

This time, Tang Song didn't even enlarge the White Bone Banner, letting it float directly in mid-air. As Tang Song controlled it with his divine sense.

Inside the Feast Painting within the Ghoul White Bone Banner, a sound like chime bells rang out, but listening closely, it also sounded like a woman chanting a spell.

As the spell became clearer, the Hexagram Array on the White Bone Banner grew brighter. "Boss! Something has happened!"

Tang Song, in a good mood, sat by the rosewood long table in the Lake Heart Pavilion, drinking tea. On the long table were four palm-sized Ghoul White Bone Banners arranged in a row.

On the White Bone Banners, faint light flickered from time to time, occasionally emitting wisps of black smoke, followed by bursts of roars and screams.

It was like a series of three-dimensional puppet shows.

"Sit down, take your time, what's wrong?"

Tang waved his hand, signaling Lane to sit down, and poured him a cup of tea!

After Lane sat down, he happened to see a miniature Balrog wielding a whip on a Ghoul White Bone Banner being smashed on the head by a Dirge Cudgel and dragged into the Banner.

Hearing the Balrog's roar, Lane was startled. Tang Song waved his hand, blocking the voices coming from the four Ghoul White Bone Banners, and handed the tea to Lane.

"Boss! One of our Peripheral Forces in Mexico was raided by the FBI!"

Lane took the tea, drank it in one gulp and said to Tang Song.

"Is that all?" Tang Song smiled dismissively. "Lane, when we first came to New York, we didn't know how to handle things, and our territories weren't raided by the New York Police Department (NYPD) one after another!"

"The police catch thieves, each going their own way. For that Peripheral Force of ours, just spend some money and find someone to settle the matter!"

"Boss! It was a supplier for the Gambino family in New Mexico. This time the FBI's action was very forceful, many of the supplier's leaders were killed on the spot!" "That supplier is currently on the run. The FBI seems to have found out about his connection to the Gambino family and is working with the CIA and the DEA to investigate the Gambino family!"

"CIA, FBI, DEA! How did they get involved together?!" Tang Song sipped his tea, asking with doubt! Lane explained, "Willie Gambino said that his supplier saw some things he shouldn't have seen and recorded a video, which is why he was targeted. He sent a message through Willie, wanting to offer the things to you!"

"What are his conditions? He wants us to send people to save him!" A trace of coldness flashed in Tang Song's gaze. He didn't like negotiating in this manner.

It wasn't worth making a big fuss for a video of unknown things.

"He didn't mention any conditions, and he has already sent the video over!" Lane said to Tang Song:

"Boss! I watched the video content. It's about S.H.I.E.L.D. I think you'll be interested!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Tang Song raised his hand and tapped the rosewood long table. Lane understood and took out his mobile phone, found a segment, pressed the play button, and placed it in front of Tang Song.

The video was very shaky, appearing to be a perspective secretly filmed from upstairs looking down, using a pole with a camera attached.

In the video, a man was tied back to a chair, and a Middle-aged Man in a black suit stood in front of him, seemingly interrogating him.

The video clearly captured the side profiles of both men. Immediately after, the two men in the video seemed to notice the movement at the window and turned their heads simultaneously, followed by a burst of gunshots and exclamations.

The video was very short, only about two minutes long, and finished playing quickly!

"Phil Coulson!"

Tang Song drank his tea and recognized the standing man. It was Phil Coulson, whom he had met once at Tony Stark's villa! "Who is this man?"

"Red Queen checked his identity. He is a special agent captain from the World Security Council, his name is Brock Rumlow!" Lane replied!

"Brock Rumlow! Crossbones!" Hearing this name, Tang Song found the information about this name in his distant memory.

"Nick Fury's trusted confidant interrogating a special agent from the World Security Council. It seems my small butterfly flapping its wing has indeed changed some things!"

Lane drank his tea, listening to his Boss muttering to himself. Although he didn't understand the meaning of his Boss's words, he was sensible and didn't interrupt.

Tang Song looked at the video that had finished playing, thinking about how to maximize the benefit from this matter.

The effect of this video clearly had a time limit. After the time passed, the content of the video would become worthless.

But who should he give the video to?

S.H.I.E.L.D.? Hydra?

The former are the ultimate victors, the latter are currently wealthy and powerful, very rich.

...

"Willie's matters, let him resolve them himself. This video is somewhat useful, so send a few people to rescue his supplier! A sensible fellow..."

Lane nodded understandingly. He knew his Boss's temper.

This fried chicken vendor named Gustavo Fring was also a smart man. If he had held the video as a bargaining chip to threaten his Boss into saving him.

His name would immediately appear on the Continental Hotel's bounty list, and his corpse might already be dumped in some sewage ditch.

But he offered the video obediently without mentioning any conditions, like a domesticated cat exposing its belly, showing an attitude of being willing to be dealt with.

This, instead, made his Boss feel that he was a usable person.

"How has Frank's progress been during this time? Has he found that Subterranean World yet?"

Tang Song picked up the purple clay teapot and refilled Lane's tea, asking!

Lane heard the faint impatience in Tang Song's words. He put down his tea cup and explained for Frank:

"Boss, that sealed mine tunnel has been operating for decades. The mining area is very large, and it's old and in disrepair, many mine tunnels have collapsed.

Even with the talisman you gave Frank, clearing the mine tunnels is a bit of trouble. Two-thirds of the mine tunnels have been cleared so far, I believe the entrance to the Subterranean World will be found soon!"

"Tell Frank to hurry up. If there aren't enough people, add more! If there isn't enough money, he can use the funds on the books however he wants!

Give me a result as soon as possible!"

"Yes, I will urge him!" Lane nodded.

Tang Song tapped the tea cup with his finger, finally putting the matter aside.

"There's one more matter, Boss. Storm Shadow sent information!

The Cobra Organization is planning a terrorist attack in Washington D.C. recently!"

Lane reported to Tang Song: "The time is in five days..."

"I checked through the Underworld's intelligence network, there's a piece of intelligence that in five days, the King of Wakanda will pay a secret visit to Washington for a secret meeting with the Federal Government—"

Tang Song gave a cold laugh. "Secret meeting? Information in the Underworld is the fastest thing to spread. If the intelligence is slow, it's just nonsense! Since the information has already spread in the Underworld, the secret meeting is no longer a secret!"

"Is there any other information about this secret meeting?" Tang Song continued to ask.

Lane replied: "Someone placed an order through the Continental Hotel, a bounty to assassinate the King of Wakanda!"

It's the last day, asking for monthly tickets, brothers (End of chapter)