American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 178: Assassination (Part 3)

A Cobra Soldier wearing a black face mask was spraying fire at a fleeing S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

Dense bullets sprayed from his muzzle, instantly turning the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, who couldn't dodge in time, into a honeycomb.

While changing his magazine, he slowly walked towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent who had been shot. As he passed a sofa used for resting, a large hand suddenly reached out from underneath, grabbed his ankle, and gave a strong drag.

The Cobra Soldier, losing his balance, was directly pulled down by a great strength and dragged under the sofa bunker.

*Puchi!*

Hand up, glass down. Hawkeye used his left elbow to pin the Bandit's neck, and quickly stabbed the cocktail glass in his right hand into the Bandit's neck.

One, two, three times—Hawkeye didn't stop until the Bandit's neck was completely mangled.

He wiped away the bloodstain that had splattered on his face, threw away the glass shards, picked up the gun in the Bandit's hand, and took out two spare magazines from his waist.

Click-clack!

Hawkeye checked the plastic-feeling assault rifle in his hand. He half-squatted and was about to counterattack when, looking through the sofa, he saw several Bandits aiming their guns towards him.

"Fuck!" Hawkeye immediately rolled over, lay down on the ground, and raised his hand to press the Bandit's corpse onto himself.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

A dense burst of bullets covered the sofa area. The sofa was riddled with holes, and white cotton wadding flew everywhere.

Hawkeye could feel the vibration of the bullets passing through the sofa and hitting the human shield on top of him.

However, he wasn't flustered. In his years as an Agent, Hawkeye had encountered many situations more dangerous than this.

It was just a pity his bow and arrow weren't with him. Hawkeye gripped the gun in his hand, pricked up his ears, wanting to wait for the enemy to change magazines before rushing out. But after listening for a long time, he only heard the increasingly close gunfire and footsteps.

Clearly, the enemy was much smarter than he had imagined.

Several Cobra Soldiers took turns changing magazines, firing their guns while surrounding the sofa! Soon, they approached the sofa's position—

Hawkeye listened to the footsteps close at hand, gripping the gun in his hand. He slightly raised his knee, planning to kick the riddled corpse off his body to attract attention once the Bandits got closer, and then open fire.

*Ding!* Then, the ready-to-act Hawkeye heard the sound of a hand grenade pin being pulled.

Hawkeye's reaction was also swift. He pushed up with his knee, followed by a kick. With great strength, he directly kicked the corpse pressing down on him flying. He pushed off with both hands, and his entire body scurried backward along the ground.

However, the ground covered with a thick wool carpet didn't have the smooth friction Hawkeye had imagined.

Supported by his hands, he only scurried back two body lengths.

"Boom!"

Fortunately, the corpse of the Cobra Soldier that Hawkeye kicked away happened to block the all-plastic hand grenade.

Perhaps because steel balls weren't added to the hand grenade, its explosion range wasn't large. A piece of plastic shrapnel ejected by the blast grazed Hawkeye's arm, leaving a bloodstain on his arm.

*Ding ding ding ding—*

Before Hawkeye could catch his breath, the sound of several more hand grenade pins being pulled rang out in his ears.

"Bang bang bang bang—"

Hawkeye suddenly leaped up. His 3D printed plastic rifle in hand was just about to open fire, but someone was a step ahead, taking out the Cobra Soldiers who had pulled the hand grenade pins with a few shots.

"Boom boom boom boom—"

Four consecutive explosions roared. The strong shockwave directly blew the entire sofa into the air.

Hawkeye rolled to the side to dodge and met up with Natasha Romanoff, who had arrived as reinforcements. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the long table where cocktails were placed at the Banquet Hall.

"Agent Barton, did you miss me!"

Natasha Romanoff, wearing a red dress, had torn the skirt up to her thigh for ease of movement. In her hands were two black extended Glock pistols, making her look heroic and spirited.

While watching her surroundings warily, she tilted her head and teased Hawkeye.

"The moment I heard the gunfire of the Glock pistols, I knew it was you!"

Hawkeye also replied to Natasha Romanoff while remaining wary. At the same time, he was a bit doubtful:

"Weren't you protecting the President? How are you here?"

"The President, our President almost didn't make it!" Natasha Romanoff said, tilting her head. "Now he doesn't need our protection."

"What happened?" Hawkeye asked, still having the leisure to inquire about the matter from Natasha Romanoff, while listening to the chaotic footsteps outside after the explosion, and peering out to survey the enemies scattered throughout the Banquet Hall.

The explosion of several hand grenades took out six or seven Bandits, but the total number of Bandits in the entire Hall didn't decrease. Instead, there were more guys wearing military uniforms and holding katanas.

"Someone tampered with the elevator leading to the Underground Safe Room. If it weren't for the King of Wakanda, tomorrow's headlines worldwide would be about the Federal President dying in an elevator accident! That's much funnier than dying in a terrorist attack!"

The footsteps outside were increasing. Natasha Romanoff's voice also became much quieter. She gripped the dual pistols in her hands, steadying her breathing:

"We can't go to the Underground Safe Room. We can only hold our ground. I hope the reinforcements outside can step up. Same as usual, you take the left, I take the right!"

"What material are your Glocks made of?"

Just as Natasha Romanoff was steadying her breathing, listening to the approaching footsteps, and preparing to get up, Hawkeye grabbed her.

"What?" Natasha Romanoff was a bit puzzled. She followed Hawkeye's gaze and saw two blobs of silver liquid wrapping around her beloved guns, devouring her two Glocks completely in a few seconds.

Natasha Romanoff frantically shook her hands, flinging the two blobs of silver liquid onto the wool carpet. She watched helplessly as the two blobs of silver liquid merged into one, wriggling and disappearing into the carpet seams.

"What are these things?" Natasha Romanoff asked with lingering fear. If Hawkeye hadn't warned her just now, she would have gotten up without her handguns and likely been shot into a honeycomb.

"It should be some kind of black technology weapon. It looks like it can devour metal, but it's harmless to the human body. The firearms in these people's hands are all 3D printed plastic products. We're in trouble!"

Another person who felt he was in trouble was our Secretary of State.

A few minutes ago, at the moment the elevator went out of control, Francis could already imagine himself working in his office in the White House, even though there was the minor interlude with Tang Song.

But Francis believed he could solve this trouble.

Just as he was secretly feeling smug, he completely failed to notice Tang Song's frowning expression beside him.

"Truly, a nuisance!"

Tang Song's divine sense passed through the elevator, looking at the pitch black figure in the elevator shaft. He muttered to himself.

The violent vibration and the sound of the rapidly descending elevator instantly frightened everyone gathered around the elevator. For a moment, the crowd around the elevator scattered, revealing a large empty space.

Several Presidential Bodyguards stepped forward and pulled at the elevator hatch, wanting to open it. But this kind of elevator leading to the Underground Safe Room had an extremely high security level.

Let alone using their hands, even with professional tools, they couldn't open it in one or two hours.

Just as this group of people was at a loss, the silver-white elevator car was suddenly pierced by five black claws!

The Bodyguards were startled by these five sudden claws. They all retreated warily, drew their handguns, and aimed at the elevator car door.

"Don't act rashly, put down the guns in your hands!" At this moment, in the crowd, four Dora Milaje from Wakanda squeezed out from the crowd, pointing the blue glowing spears in their hands at these Bodyguards.

"Guard Captain, what is the meaning of this? I need an explanation!"

Natasha Romanoff raised the gun in her hand and aimed it at the head of one of the Dora Milaje.

The Dora Milaje glanced disdainfully at the gun in her hand: "Don't be nervous, this is our His Majesty the King! Although your guns cannot harm the great Black Panther at all, you have aimed your muzzles at our King. This is blasphemy, Natasha Romanoff, tell your people to put down their guns!"

For the past few days, Natasha Romanoff and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents she led had been guarding T'Chaka's safety, so the Dora Milaje knew her name.

King?

Upon hearing this, Natasha Romanoff looked at the black claws tearing at the elevator car. The metal elevator door, which could defend against bullets, seemed like window paper under these claws, easily pierced and quickly torn into a large hole.

A figure completely shrouded in pitch black battlegear crawled out of the elevator, with a person tucked under their armpit.

"Mr. President!"

T'Chaka placed the Federal President on the ground, opened his Black Panther Suit, revealing his face.

"Someone tampered with the elevator. Besides His Excellency the President and myself, everyone else perished!" T'Chaka said to the surrounding crowd with a heavy tone.

Countless discussions filled with lingering fear erupted in the crowd for a moment. Some voices even carried a hint of desperate sobbing.

The Federal President's complexion was completely pale at this moment. If a Bodyguard hadn't quickly helped him, our Mr. President would probably have collapsed onto the ground right now.

Falling from a height of a hundred meters and watching a group of people turn into a bloody mess... if T'Chaka hadn't saved him...

"Ugh!"

Thinking of the group of people who were smashed into flesh and blood, the Federal President felt a wave of dry heaving.

"The Underground Safe Room has a problem. All we can do now is wait for reinforcements. Agent, lead your people to the front to provide reinforcements. You must hold back the enemy and buy time for the National Guard!"

Having finally recovered, the Federal President still had tears in the corners of his eyes. He forced himself to remain calm as he spoke to Natasha Romanoff.

"Yes! Mr. President!" After receiving the order, Natasha Romanoff didn't hesitate. Leaving behind a few Secret Service security guards, she took seven or eight S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents and rushed to the front to provide reinforcements.

"You go too!" T'Chaka ordered his four Female Guards.

One Female Guard hesitated: "Your Majesty, but your safety!?"

"Don't worry, under the protection of the Black Panther God, no one can harm me!" T'Chaka said in a deep voice!

Hearing T'Chaka say this and seeing the Vibranium Armor he was wearing, these Female Guards, who deeply understood the Black Panther Suit's defensive capabilities, then took their Vibranium Spears and followed behind Natasha Romanoff to the front Hall for reinforcements.

It was just that this confident His Majesty the King didn't notice that someone in the crowd made a grabbing action towards him.

"Trouble!"

Looking at the still-living Federal President, Francis's complexion was very unpleasant. For this matter, he had done many things, although they were all very secretive.

But doing too many things will always reveal flaws. If he could sit in the President's position, it would naturally be easy to handle.

He could rely on the rights in his hands to settle and cover up many things.

As for the investigation, any random plane crash could turn the entire investigation team into fireworks.

But the premise of everything was that he had to sit in that position.

"Didn't you want to cooperate with me? Help me get rid of him! As long as you kill him, you can name your own conditions!"

Francis knew deeply that after this incident, the Federation would definitely thoroughly investigate this matter. He couldn't guarantee that this matter wouldn't be traced back to him. Francis, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, whispered to Tang Song behind him! Tang Song half-closed his palm, pinching a wisp of T'Chaka's Qi mechanism that he had absorbed in his palm.

He looked with a cold laugh at the smug guy who had ruined his plans,

The Vibranium Armor with stacked defenses, he just didn't know if it could defend against his witchcraft and Gu magic.

"Don't worry, the matter isn't over yet! Wait patiently!"

Tang Song gave Francis a sideways glance. The coldness in his gaze startled Francis.

"How is it? Still can't get in?"

On the main road leading to Blair House, military vehicles were blocking the way. The exasperated General Ross led his men and walked directly to the forefront.

"Officer, that kind of silver liquid is spreading ahead. We can't bring our weapons and vehicles in at all!" The Officer with the Lieutenant Colonel rank on his shoulder replied after saluting General Ross.

"Where are the helicopters? Where are our fighter jets and helicopters? Since we can't break through on the ground, provide reinforcements from the sky!"

General Ross said, puffing his beard and glaring: "We need to hurry. If the President falls into their hands, it will be trouble!"

The Lieutenant Colonel said with a bitter smile: "Officer, our helicopters have no way to land at all. If the fighter jets spray fire, they might accidentally injure the people in the Hotel!"

"We can't worry about that anymore. Send in helicopters, send in a batch of Soldiers first, equip them with the best bulletproof vests. If they don't have weapons, they can snatch them from those Bandits—"

As a famous hawk General in the Air Force, General Ross could be said to have pushed non-compromise to the extreme.

He knew deeply how much trouble it would cause if the President fell into the hands of terrorists.

"A batch of Soldiers has already gone in!" the Lieutenant Colonel replied.

"Our men?" Ross asked.

"They are National Guard Soldiers!" the Lieutenant Colonel replied: "There are over forty people in total, and they all look like elites!"

Hawkeye pulled the trigger, finishing his last magazine. At this moment, the original Banquet Hall was full of flying bullets, and it was no longer possible for him to pick up ammunition.

Four Dora Milaje, holding spears that could fire blue pulse energy waves, engaged in a shootout with a group of Gunman Bandits in the Hall.

Whooshing energy pulses whistled out, suppressing dozens of Gunmen and preventing them from advancing.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

"Bang bang—"

These fearless Cobra Soldiers weren't without counterattacks, but in front of these four Dora Milaje, a light blue energy shield was suspended.

Bullets hitting them couldn't penetrate their energy shields at all.

"Is this Wakanda's Vibranium technology? When can S.H.I.E.L.D. get a batch too!" Natasha Romanoff tore off her skirt hem and simply bandaged Hawkeye's wound.

Hawkeye looked at the long spears in the hands of those few Dora Milaje.

Their long spears were visibly covered in silver liquid, but this liquid didn't seem to be able to devour these long spears, making Hawkeye feel a wave of envy.

"Looks like with them here, we can just wait for reinforcements!"

*Chī!* Hawkeye's voice hadn't even faded when a figure wearing military uniform suddenly appeared from behind a Dora Milaje. A white light flashed.

Blood water splattered. A round thing fell to the ground, rolled a few times along the carpet, and stopped in front of him.

(End of chapter)