American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 180: Second Wave (Part 2) - Motor-mouthed Tang

Francis, who had been following Tang Song with a dejected, ashen face, suddenly flushed slightly.

Pepper Potts, who was beside him, excited like a fanboy seeing his idol reply, gave him a strange look. She didn't understand why the Secretary of State would react this way upon hearing the word "Bandit".

Had he been scared silly?

"Tang, are you saying they are also Bandits?"

Pepper Potts carefully stole a glance at the Bandits, then turned back, staring nervously at Tang Song, repeating Francis's words in a low, trembling voice.

She was terrified of hearing confirmation from Tang Song.

After all, no one wanted to deal with a group of terrorists who killed without blinking.

Francis also stared at Tang Song with hopeful eyes.

However, the Secretary of State's thoughts were the opposite. He thought this group of Bandits impersonating the National Guard were Cobra agents, returning to clean up the mess after discovering the President wasn't dead.

Tang Song reached through his hood and patted Rogue's head, comforting the young girl.

He took the simple black cloth doll from her hand.

The human-shaped doll was just a piece of black cloth filled with cotton batting.

A head was tied off with a rubber band, and a few simple strokes outlined the doll's facial features.

Tang Song first flicked the doll's head with his finger, injecting a strand of T'Chaka's Qi Mechanism that he had collected into the doll.

The doll's originally scribbled facial features began to swell and deform as this strand of Qi Mechanism was injected, eventually resembling T'Chaka, who was not far away.

However, when this happened, Tang Song had already put his hands behind his back, holding the black cloth doll in his hand, not letting anyone else see it.

Tang Song held the black cloth doll in his palm and pointed his chin towards the group of National Guard Soldiers who had appeared.

"These people are indeed Bandits, but judging by their appearance, they shouldn't be with the group from before!"

Francis was startled, and Pepper Potts and Rogue also looked at Tang Song in panic.

And there was a second wave of terrorists.

"Tang, why do you say they aren't from the same group?" Francis asked, feeling a bit unwilling.

'Why don't you call Cobra Commander and ask if they're his men?' Tang Song thought to himself, then raised his eyes and motioned for Francis to look at the weapons in the hands of this group of National Guard Soldiers.

Francis followed Tang Song's gaze, and his complexion immediately changed. Unlike the Cobra Soldiers who were holding firearms just now, these National Guard Soldiers were holding rubber batons.

Clearly, they were not Cobra agents; otherwise, they should have been prepared.

At this moment, the King of Wakanda had already helped the Federal President walk out of a Hotel Secret Room.

This Secret Room was originally a Listening Room used by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) to eavesdrop on foreign leaders staying at the State Guesthouse. It was located in the interlayer between two Rooms.

Its secrecy was naturally not a problem, but what made our Mr. President feel awkward was that in this Listening Room, over a dozen listening channels were all monitoring the same Room.

Even for the thick-skinned Federal President, the few minutes spent in the Listening Room were so embarrassing that he wanted to dig another Hole in the Ground and crawl into it.

Fortunately, our King T'Chaka was a political Expert who knew how to play dumb, and the matter was smoothed over.

"Mr. President, I am here on order to escort you and King T'Chaka out of here—"

The Federal President looked at the white Major Officer in front of him, then at the more than forty Washington National Guard Soldiers in the Hotel who were directly subordinate to his command. A sense of security welled up within him.

The Federal President, whose face had been pale, finally regained the demeanor a leader of a great nation should have. He exchanged a few pleasantries with T'Chaka beside him, then made an invitation gesture.

The two walked Outside, surrounded by a group of National Guard Soldiers.

Francis stood beside Tang Song, his gaze burning as he watched Mr. President being escorted away by a group of "Bandits".

If the President were kidnapped or killed, according to the succession order of the Federal Constitution, he would undoubtedly directly take over the position of Federal President.

Perhaps Francis's gaze was too burning. The Federal President, walking briskly among the crowd, seemed to sense something. He stopped, swept his eyes over the crowd, and happened to see Francis.

Mr. President saw Francis, who had survived, and a smile was squeezed onto his serious face. He waved at Francis, "Frank! It's great that you're alright! Let's go out together. I need you to communicate with the news media and try to keep the matters under control—"

Francis looked at the Federal President in surprise, then at the "National Guard Soldiers" beside him who were all looking over. He gave him a bitter smile.

Francis glanced at Tang Song beside him for help.

The Federal President keenly noticed Francis's small action. He followed Francis's gaze and noticed Tang Song, also noticing the strange look on Tang Song's face.

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

The Federal President asked perfunctorily. He had some impression of this Ethnic Chinese man, the only one he had invited to the cocktail party – the Manipulator whom Francis had supported to be a Rival to Lewis.

Mr. President clearly didn't put an Underworld thug in his eyes, unless he had noticed Francis's gaze.

Tang Song looked at the Federal President with a strange gaze:

"Mr. President, have you asked which army this Major belongs to? Which brigade of the Washington National Guard? I see this Major was in such a hurry to come to the rescue, his shoulder patch is crooked!"

The Federal President was startled by Tang Song's words and subconsciously glanced at the shoulder patch of the Major Officer beside him.

The Major also subconsciously looked at his own shoulder patch. After confirming that the shoulder patch on his shoulder was not crooked, he dryly explained to the President: "Mr. President, we are here on General Lawrence's order to protect you!"

The Federal President naturally knew Lawrence, the brigade commander of the Washington National Guard's Second Brigade, but the human heart cannot withstand suspicion.

Tang Song's words were like a thorn of suspicion stuck in the Federal President's heart! The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Seeing the President hesitate, the Major couldn't help but speak:

"Mr. President, General Lawrence is waiting for you Outside! There might be residual terrorists here. Don't you think we should escort you out first—"

The President didn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "Tell Lawrence that I will stay here for now to understand the casualties of the cocktail party personnel. Let him deal with the terrorists Outside and come to the Hotel to see me!"

Hearing his words, the Major's complexion suddenly changed. He exchanged a gaze with a Second Lieutenant beside him, and the Second Lieutenant gently shook his head. "Since you insist, we will escort King T'Chaka out of here first—" The Major shrugged helplessly at Mr. President.

Mr. President heard the Major's words, and the heart he had been holding finally relaxed. Clearly, this group were truly National Guard Soldiers, not terrorists, otherwise they would never give up this opportunity to kidnap him.

'When did a National Guard brigade commander become so concerned about diplomatic matters? Could it be that the security priority of a King from a small East African country is higher than that of the President and the Secretary of State?!

There are quite a few Federal Important Figures here!'

Just as the Major was preparing to escort the King of Wakanda and his two Female Guards to the Hotel Entrance, a voice that made him furious rang out again.

He subconsciously looked at T'Chaka. Sure enough, T'Chaka, wearing the Black Panther armor but without his helmet, stopped in his tracks upon hearing Tang Song's words.

"Because this cocktail party welcoming me gave these terrorists an opportunity, causing so many deaths and injuries, according to our Wakandan tradition, I need to stay here and pray for them!"

"What? When did we Wakanda have this tradition?" The two Female Guards looked at their King with doubt.

The Major felt his temple veins throbbing with anger. If he had a gun nearby, he wished he could pull it out and solve that talkative guy.

"No time! Just kill him!"

The Second Lieutenant, who had been silent and guarding T'Chaka's back, suddenly shouted, then leaped up abruptly, striking sideways. His right elbow smashed towards T'Chaka's back of the head.

His words were like an order. The National Guard Soldiers surrounding the crowd immediately began ruthlessly killing the people around them.

Their weapons might be simple, but these well-trained killing machines quickly showed everyone that rubber batons could also kill.

Especially since most of the attendees at the cocktail party were Elders who held great power and lived pampered lives.

These unsuspecting Elders, caught off guard, often suffered bloody heads and lost consciousness after just one rubber baton strike.

Of course, there were exceptions, like the head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller, who was said to have had six heart transplants.

He seemed to have been injected with some kind of serum or had undergone some scientific enhancement. His physical quality was astonishingly strong. Relying on the boxing he had learned, he was actually holding his own against six or seven Bandits disguised as National Guard for a while.

Without firearms, the decisive killing weapons, the terrorists were always lacking something.

David Rockefeller landed a left hook that made a strong man bleed profusely. Before he could retract his fist, a strong man with long, flowing hair and a face as cold as ice waved the crowd away and walked directly towards him!

David Rockefeller hooked a finger at the strong man disdainfully. His body, injected with the Military's secondary super soldier serum, gave him physical quality comparable to a top special forces soldier.

As for the high cost of the stabilizing agent needed for this serum later, it was naturally not a matter for the head of the Rockefeller family, a world-leading financial group.

David Rockefeller only learned boxing as a way to spice up his life. Even so, his boxing was taught hand-in-hand by the world's top heavyweight boxing competition champion. Facing the ice-faced strong man before him, David seemed very confident. He swung his fist, eager to fight.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

One attack! The ice-faced strong man used only one attack to intercept David's punch and break his punching right hand.

David Rockefeller, who had lived a pampered life, had never endured such pain. He immediately squatted on the Ground, clutching his arm in pain.

The ice-faced strong man bypassed him directly and walked towards Tang Song in the crowd. As he passed David Rockefeller, he lifted his knee and struck upwards, his knee directly hitting David Rockefeller's face.

Seeing the ice-faced strong man walking straight towards him, the people blocking Tang Song's path scattered in all directions.

Rogue looked at the approaching strong man, then at Tang Song beside her, whom she couldn't pull away. She bit her lip, then quietly took off the glove on her right hand.

What Tang Song didn't expect was that not only did Rogue not leave, but Pepper Potts, who had been by his side, also didn't leave. However, the things she held in her hand made Tang Song somewhat surprised and amused.

Uh, as for the drunken Bishop Hyde, he was currently sleeping soundly on the sofa, which was full of Holes from the fighting.

"Are you planning to hit his head with this high heel?"

Pepper Potts held one of her custom-made high heels in her hand, pointing the twelve-centimeter stiletto heel at the approaching strong man.

"Tang, stop joking. Is there a method? If not, we'll rush out. Calculating the time, Tony should be here soon!"

Pepper Potts rolled her eyes at Tang Song. Although nervous, Pepper was indeed a woman capable of inheriting the Iron Man armor. There was no fear on her face; instead, she spoke very calmly.

"Rush out!?" Tang Song stretched his limbs and shook his head, saying to Pepper Potts, "Are terrorists this brave now? Can't he tell I'm Ethnic Chinese and know Kung Fu?!"

Before Pepper Potts could react, Tang Song's figure disappeared from in front of her. A streak of afterimage, accompanied by a whistling wind, shot out. The Winter Soldier, who had just been awakened not long ago, felt a sharp pain in his face as a heavy punch landed squarely on his left cheek.

The immense attack force directly shattered most of the teeth in his mouth. His two-hundred-pound body was sent flying into the sky by a single punch.

Before he could land, an upward kick came from below, arriving first. Tang Song's foot landed squarely on his chest. His entire body was sent flying upwards again, his back hitting the ceiling of the State Guesthouse's first floor with a heavy thud.

"Thump!"

Accompanied by the rustling of falling dust, the Winter Soldier crashed heavily onto the carpet, barely breathing.

Looking at the dumbfounded Pepper Potts and the adoring gaze of Rogue beside him, Tang Song clapped his hands, not even sparing a glance at the ice-faced man whose heart meridians he had shattered.

His gaze went directly to the scene of the battle not far away—

Compared to him, the motor-mouthed one, the target of this group was clearly T'Chaka. There were four of these ice-faced men just dealing with him.

And there was a group of people assisting.

However, facing T'Chaka's Vibranium armor, these Hitmen clearly felt like a dog biting a turtle shell, unable to take action.

"Truly ungrateful! Tell me, without my help, even if you tricked him away, you wouldn't be able to break this turtle shell of his!"

Tang Song looked at T'Chaka, who was wearing the Vibranium armor, then looked at his own hands. "Thanos's saber can cut through a Vibranium shield. I wonder if I can do it?"

Tang Song was clearly a man of action. An invisible shadow that no one could see separated from his body.

As if it had no physical form, it avoided everyone's attention and secretly mingled into the fighting crowd, getting close to T'Chaka's back!

(Today is Friday, I went back to my Hometown and didn't get home until 8 PM. But I found that if I don't get distracted, my typing speed is actually quite fast! I just tried it. Because of the flu, I locked myself in a Xiao Hei room. From 9 PM until now( now is not time dude ) , I actually wrote 4000 characters.)

(end of chapter)