American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 184: Assassination (End) 7000

Tang Song pulled the stunned Rogue, who stood blankly beside him. Unhurriedly, he tidied her slightly messy clothes, put on her hood, and taking her hand, prepared to walk outside.

The young girl had never experienced such a grand scene before and was pulled along by Tang Song, completely at a loss.

"Tang, where are you going?" Francis asked doubtfully. "There are still snipers outside!"

"Of course, we're going out!" Tang Song laughed. "These snipers are clearly targeting the President and the King of Wakanda. What does that have to do with us?"

Francis was stunned. He vigorously scratched his forehead. "But, Tang, what you promised me..."

"Shush!" Tang Song put his index finger to his mouth. "Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, come out with me!"

Francis's eyes lit up. "Tang, you installed something here?"

"You mustn't slander my innocence!" Tang Song retorted to Francis, pulling Rogue and preparing to leave.

Because of the snipers who suddenly appeared outside, the soldiers, agents, and police officers brought by these high-ranking officials were all on alert outside. Layers of vigilant Soldiers blocked the view of the President and his group.

Tang Song pulled Rogue and walked towards the entrance so openly.

Francis looked left and right, gritted his teeth, and also directly followed behind Tang Song and ran out together.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Bishop Hyde looked at the few people who ran out in a panic, his hazy drunken eyes carrying a hint of clarity. He stumbled and followed behind Francis!

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

As soon as Tang Song pulled Rogue to the hotel entrance, they were stopped. Perhaps knowing that the silver liquid had lost its effectiveness, a team of Armed soldiers with live ammunition stood at the hotel entrance at this time.

Looking at the dark muzzles of the guns pointed at him by the soldiers in front of him.

Tang Song just smiled, a gentle and refined smile. However, the black jade thumb ring on his thumb moved as he rubbed it.

"Enough, what are you doing?"

Just as Tang Song was about to teach this team of soldiers a lesson, Francis arrived in time and reprimanded the leading soldier.

"Officer! We received orders that no one in the hotel is allowed to go outside!" The Soldier clearly recognized Francis Underwood, the Important Figure who frequently appeared on television. He saluted Francis in a somewhat flustered manner! "This is Mr. Tang Song. He just saved Mr. President inside. I need to go outside to coordinate with the news media, and I need him to protect my safety. Is there a problem?"

The leading Soldier looked towards the outside of the hotel, somewhat undecided.

"Who are you looking for, your Officer! Soldier, tell me, which division are you affiliated with? I'll go talk to him. If he doesn't agree, I'll have Raman call him personally!" Francis saw the Soldier's hesitant expression and directly reprimanded him impolitely.

"Officer, I didn't mean that..." The leading Second Lieutenant quickly explained, then hurried his subordinates to make way.

Outside Blair House, the rain had stopped. Teams of fully Armed soldiers were setting up defenses. Outside the State Guesthouse, defensive positions were built, and even heavy machine guns were set up.

Heavy weapons like tanks and armored vehicles were also driven to the hotel entrance and arranged as Bunkers.

At least a dozen Apache attack helicopters were circling and patrolling in the air. In the clouds, white vapor trails left by fighter jets flying by could be faintly seen.

In front of the hotel, a Quinjet full of technology was parked on the open ground in front of the hotel entrance.

Black Widow, who wore a red dress like a bikini, was carefully directing two S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents to carry Hawkeye's corpse onto the fighter jet.

"Tang!" Francis took two steps forward, glanced at the young girl beside Tang Song, and signaled with his eyes, asking.

Tang Song glanced at him, giving him a reassuring look. His divine sense connected with an inconspicuous yellow talisman under the carpet inside the State Guest House. The yellow talisman dissipated like smoke and dust.

An invisible fluctuation swept through, accompanied by a rhythm imperceptible to ordinary people, vibrating the entire State Guest House.

The rebar inside the walls of the entire State Guest House had long been devoured by the silver liquid. This vibration directly became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Boom! As if an earthquake had occurred, a violent vibration suddenly swept through the entire area.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere. Behind Tang Song, the four-story Blair House collapsed with a roar.

Tens of thousands of tons of cement smashed onto the Ground, even shaking the armored vehicles parked on the roadside a few times.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, ptooey!—"

General Ross crawled up from the Ground in a sorry state, waved away his Subordinates beside him, and stared dumbfounded at the Ruins in front of him.

While spitting out the dust in his mouth, he roared hoarsely, "Quickly rescue people! The President is still inside!"

"Secretary of State, please take good care of Marie! I'm going to rescue people!"

When the vibration occurred, Tang Song had used his body to shield Rogue from most of the smoke and dust. Seeing the collapsed remains of the Blair Hotel, he winked at Francis, instructed him in a somewhat heavy tone, and strode towards the hotel's Ruins, directly digging with his hands in the Ruins. Not long after he started digging, his hands were covered in blood.

Seeing this scene, General Ross's body trembled, and he roared at the Soldiers beside him, "What are you still standing there for? Go rescue people!"

The vast Blair House had now become a construction site of Ruins. Thousands of people began manually moving the broken walls and rubble, searching for survivors.

"No breathing!"

Tang Song and a Soldier carefully carried out a woman in luxurious clothes from the Ruins. Tang Song felt for the woman's pulse with his hand, sighed, and shook his head.

Several Soldiers carried the woman's remains to the side and covered them with a white cloth. "Crackle!"

Just as Tang Song was about to continue moving stones, a pile of gravel and debris not far in front of him suddenly sprayed open like a fountain. A golden-red figure soared into the sky and landed on the open ground not far away.

"Doctor! Where is the Doctor?"

Tony Stark, holding a dusty Pepper Potts in his arms, anxiously shouted to the surroundings. Soon, two Doctors in white coats came to his side.

"Mr. Stark, Miss Potts is just unconscious from lack of oxygen and is not in serious danger!"

The Doctor took out a stethoscope to check Pepper's heartbeat and life form signs, then checked her joints by hand, and said to Tony Stark.

Tony Stark finally felt relieved.

"Mr. Stark, what exactly happened inside the State Guest House? Did someone detonate a bomb?"

General Ross walked directly up to Tony Stark and questioned him.

"It wasn't a bomb, there were no signs of an explosion. The entire hotel suddenly collapsed!" Tony Stark's Iron Suit / Armor faceplate opened, and he looked down at Pepper's face, still showing some lingering fear.

Tony Stark coming out of the hotel alive seemed to give everyone confidence.

They felt that there might still be living people under the hotel Ruins!

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

However, as one corpse after another was carried out, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom, especially when the corpse of the Federal President appeared.

A deathly silent atmosphere permeated the air.

Tang Song sighed, threw the stone in his hand onto the Ground, and cursed loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Shit! Hydra, the nanite bomb deployed by those terrorists 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 looked furious.

Of course, Tang Song added some small tricks to manipulate hearts and boost morale in his pronunciation.

The scapegoat is always innocent, but who can prove their innocence? Several television station interview vehicles weakly drove through the Street Block, followed by several Secret Service vehicles escorting them back to their respective units.

The large movements of the military and police, coupled with the previous explosion and vibration, shook the entire Washington. Excited reporters rushed towards the White House, wanting to get the first-hand news, but they were driven back by FBI Agents from afar.

More than a dozen interview helicopters slowly returned, and more than thirty directly subordinate military attack helicopters monitored them from behind, not giving them a chance to approach the scene.

Tang Song, with gauze wrapped around his hands, sat in a military helicopter, accompanying the newly appointed Federal President, Francis Underwood. Escorted by a large number of Apache attack helicopters, they flew past an interview helicopter.

The ventilation window of that helicopter was open, and Tang Song's hearing, which was hundreds of times sharper than that of ordinary people, clearly captured the complaint of a Reporter inside.

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

My bonus, damn it!"

He smiled, Tang Song shook his head. Escorted by dozens of Apache attack helicopters, Francis Underwood, the freshly minted Federal President, arrived at the entrance of The Pentagon.

At this time, in the Federal Pentagon, countless staff from vital point departments were scurrying around inside the building like mice whose nest had been blown up.

The Federal President was assassinated, and many Federal High-level Staff and top tycoons were also killed. This matter was simply too heinous and had too great an influence.

The security strength at The Pentagon was now more than ten times the usual. Dozens of heavy tanks were openly parked in front of the entrance of The Pentagon.

Above, the roar of fighter jets could be faintly heard, indicating that fighter jets were circling above the clouds over The Pentagon.

After undergoing strict questioning and identity verification by several guards, Tang Song leisurely followed Behind Francis Underwood and walked into The Pentagon Headquarters.

...…

Inside the Department of Defense Office in The Pentagon, Tang Song said indignantly to Francis:

"These damned terrorists are truly despicable, daring to attack the Federal President. The former President's Secret Service Bodyguards were also incompetent, they couldn't even protect the President!"

Francis, who had just finished dealing with a pile of matters, stared intently at Tang Song.

Everything had gone smoothly, except for this inexplicable guy who suddenly appeared. Damn it, how did he know his plan, and how much data/information did he have in his hands? However, thinking of the extraordinary methods Tang Song had displayed, Francis asked in a gentle tone:

"Tang, do you have any suggestions?"

Tang Song smiled and said, "I think those terrorists definitely won't stop there. For your safety, President, I think you need a Security force with excellent strength!"

"I have a team of retired Soldiers from the former German Black Devil Special Forces under me. Their Cobra Commander is a very good soldier. I think he can be competent for the position of your Secret Service Director!"

Hearing Tang Song's words, Francis's complexion became extremely gloomy. However, seeing Tang Song's expression, he fiercely swallowed his resentment.

"This is impossible. The position of Secret Service Director cannot be given to a foreigner. This concerns the personal safety of many government officials in the Federation, and they will not agree!"

Tang Song smiled endlessly: "Mr. Kane has a Federal Passport and is a genuine Federation Person. If you discriminate against German immigrants, be careful, someone might be protesting with signs against immigrant discrimination on this street tomorrow."

Francis said frankly: "Tang, the position of Secret Service Director cannot be given to an outsider! It concerns my own safety! Even you are no exception!"

Tang Song laughed: "Don't worry, Mr. Kane is only temporarily filling the role for a few months. With our friendship, I need to protect your safety! I don't want my Partner to die unexpectedly, that's all!"

Francis looked at Tang Song with an untrusting gaze. Tang Song snorted coldly: "Of course, I also have some small personal interests. Mr. Kane is the President of Tang Security Company. A president who has served as the Director of the Secret Service will naturally find it easier to do business in the Federation.

Honestly, Mr. President, you really need to pay attention to protecting your own safety. That's Hydra—" Tang Song leaned forward slightly, slowed his tone, and reminded Francis word by word.

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

He was silent for a long time before nodding and saying, "One month. The Mr. Kane you recommended will temporarily serve as the Director of the Secret Service. After one month, there will be a successor."

"One month is enough!" Tang Song nodded, looked around the office in front of him, gently tapped the table in front of him, and said sinisterly, "Mr. President, our Secretary of Defense will be back soon. Are you sure he is your supporter? According to the Federal Constitution's order of succession, he is right below you. Do you need me to..."

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

"Understood, understood. Power comes from the barrel of a gun!"

That night.

Nearly a hundred Secret Service vehicles surrounded a luxury Western food restaurant.

Amidst the terrified shouts of the restaurant manager, a large group of Special Forces soldiers wearing the uniforms of the directly subordinate military police blew open the restaurant's walls and filed in.

Dozens of Secret Service Agents followed closely Behind Kane with excited smiles, crowding around him as they rushed into the chaotic restaurant.

Kicking away a dining table in front of him, Kane walked to a table by the window under the terrified gazes of dozens of Diners in the restaurant, and saluted a Middle-aged Man sitting at the table: "Excuse me, Major General Lawrence, please cooperate with me and leave here quietly, okay?"

Major General Lawrence, the commander of the Second Brigade of the Washington National Guard, had a purple, swollen face. He glared at Kane.

"Who are you? What right do you have to arrest me!?"

Kane took out an identification from his pocket: "Kane, the new Director of the Secret Service. I suspect you are involved in this State Guest House terrorist attack case. Show him the arrest warrant personally issued by the President!"

A senior Secret Service Agent impatiently pulled out a hand order and waved it in front of Lawrence: "Major General Lawrence, you conspired to commit treason and used weapons of mass destruction to attack the Federal President. The evidence is conclusive. Please cooperate with us and accept the investigation!" The Diners nearby pricked up their ears, watching excitedly. A Federal general actually conspired to commit treason? He actually dispatched his subordinates to assassinate the Federal President?

Kane, the newly appointed Director of the Secret Service, said to Lawrence: "General, please don't make things difficult for us, okay? If you are innocent, we believe we will investigate it clearly!"

Lawrence slowly stood up, slowly raised his hands, and allowed the Secret Service Agents to put shackles on him.

"Take him away!" Kane waved his hand.

Wakanda

"Brother! Father King, Father King's life form signs have disappeared!"

T'Challa, wearing Vibranium Armor, stood beside four Dora Milaje, patrolling the borders of Wakanda to prevent intruders.

Shuri's panicked voice suddenly came through his communicator.

"What?"

T'Challa's lips trembled as he spoke.

"Sister, don't joke. Is your life monitoring system malfunctioning? How could Father King be in trouble?!"

"Brother, Father King is really in trouble. His life form signs are gone, and so are the Dora Milaje who protected him. Sob, sob, sob, Mother has been crying. Brother, please come back quickly!"

T'Challa clenched his fist. The Dora Milaje beside him had expressions of grief and anger.

Washington, a four-story underground Base.

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

As his summary of the State Guest House incident concluded, the projection with constantly changing pictures Behind him slowly dissipated at this moment.

The lights in the meeting room were turned back on. In front of him, on both sides of the long table in the meeting room, sat Agent Hill, Natasha Romanoff with long red hair, and Nick Fury's confidant, Agent Coulson.

Directly opposite Agent Coulson, in the chair at the back of the meeting room,

Tony Stark, wearing a gray casual suit and rimless glasses, seemed not to have paid much attention to Nick Fury's summary report. He had been looking down, reading the several documents placed on the table.

After Nick Fury finished his summary, Tony Stark looked up and pushed his glasses:

"After the terrorist attack occurred, I rushed to the scene. The nanoworm technology of those terrorists is very interesting. There are only a few companies in the world with this technology. This is a direction for investigation!"

"But you said that the assassination of the King of Wakanda might trigger a third world war. What is the basis for that?"

"Mr. Stark, you have seen the data/information on the table. Given Wakanda's technological level, once they go to war with the Federation, do you think the situation will be easier than a third world war?"

Hill explained from the side.

"Once the two sides break out in nuclear war, it will inevitably trigger a chain reaction, and the entire world will be shrouded in nuclear dark clouds."

"All this is because of the assassination of this Black King?"

Tony Stark complained:

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

"Tony, the Hydra matter is a historical issue."

Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark and said:

"Another purpose of me gathering everyone is to clear Hydra from S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"This is a big project. The former director was an Undercover Agent. I can't imagine how many people in your Organization are still usable. It won't just be the few people here, right!"

Tony Stark spread his hands, pointed at the crowd, and pouted.

"I'm not interested in playing the game of catching moles with you. You called me here, wasn't it to solve the crisis of destroying the world? How do we solve it!"

Nick Fury glanced at the tough-talking but soft-hearted Tony Stark, then looked back at Black Widow Natasha beside him.

"First, we need manpower! I have drawn up a list. Natasha Romanoff, there are a few people you need to invite. Hawkeye is still undergoing treatment, and I need to find suitable manpower to replace him!"

"Yes! Officer!" Natasha Romanoff nodded.

"Considering the issue of S.H.I.E.L.D. being infiltrated, I have temporarily transferred some manpower from elsewhere to form an elite action team as a backup force for this operation. When needed, you can mobilize this large action force of 120 people through me."

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

Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark again.

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

"Hmm, that's it then."

Nick Fury raised his wrist, checked the time, put away the documents on the table, and said to the others:

"The meeting is adjourned. Go do your own matters."

.........

Everyone filed out and left the meeting room.

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

After resting for a moment, Nick Fury got up, walked to the projector, and inserted a USB drive he carried with him into the projector.

As the laser pointer of the remote control in Nick Fury's hand shone, a somewhat unclear picture appeared in the meeting room in the blue radiance of the projection before his eyes.

Nick Fury's eyes immediately narrowed.

This photo should have been taken in a dim environment, a high-altitude overhead picture, many details were quite blurry.

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

"This is?"

Looking at the photo, Nick Fury asked.

"A batch of Vibranium Ore was stolen from Wakanda a few months ago. The intruders entered Wakanda through a Secret Passage."

A figure wearing a Vibranium Armor walked out from the hidden darkness.

"Wakanda tracked the information left by the intruders and found the Base in Siberia, and clashed with the Hydra Organization!"

"You mean, this group of intruders is not Hydra?"

Nick Fury rubbed his chin.

"Can you be sure?"

"When we captured Bucky, another batch of Vibranium Ore was stolen. It's clear that Hydra was also used."

T'Challa said:

"I have lifted Bucky's brainwash, and I will also give you the manpower you need. Nick Fury, you promised me you would help me find the Real Killer who murdered my Father!"

T'Challa's face was hidden behind the panther-shaped mask, his beast-like eyes flashing with a gleam.

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you find the Real Killer who murdered King T'Chaka!"

Nick Fury's expression was solemn and serious: "Prince, what you need to do now is quickly return to Wakanda, control the situation in Wakanda, and absolutely prevent the war from escalating!"

T'Challa said coldly: "Whether the war escalates depends on your efficiency, Nick Fury. You came to me and promised to find the Real Killer who murdered my Father King within half a month. Two days have already passed. If you cannot fulfill your promise within half a month, I will directly launch a full-scale war against the Federation, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

T'Challa finished his harsh words and left the Secret Base directly through the Secret Passage.

...…

As soon as T'Challa left the Room, the Gate of the Room was pushed open.

Several figures filed in, it was Hill and Natasha Romanoff who had just left.

However, Tony Stark was not among them.

Agent Hill turned her gaze towards Nick Fury.

"Director, is there a Mastermind Behind Hydra?!" Hill also asked with some doubt.

"This Organization must be related to the disappearance of Vibranium from Wakanda, but they are hidden too deeply. Currently, neither we nor Wakanda's Intelligence Agency have any trace of them."

"However, our top priority now is to clear out the hidden Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D. Once we have purged the internal elements, we will investigate this Mysterious Organization."

If it were according to Nick Fury's usual style of doing things, he would absolutely not allow a Mastermind he couldn't see hiding behind the scenes.

But now there is no other method. It's not that moles have infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal structure, but rather that the few of them have infiltrated Hydra's internal structure.

The former Director, his comrade and Master, were all members of Hydra. The dark forces hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. made Nick Fury wake up in shock every time he thought back at midnight.

It turned out that for so many years, he had been alone in the snake's den.

The fact that he could still stand here was thanks to Pierce's grace for not killing him.

Nick Fury estimated that if they were to truly purge the Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D., it would be a miracle if S.H.I.E.L.D. could retain one-third of its current scale.

Investigation, S.H.I.E.L.D. suffers heavy losses. Don't investigate, S.H.I.E.L.D. changes its flag.

He had no choice.

This was also the reason why Nick Fury chose to cooperate with Wakanda.

"Hill, for the upcoming operation, do not use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Intelligence Agency. Use Wakanda's intelligence channel instead! First, find the killer of T'Chaka!"

"Yes, Officer."

.........

New York, Brooklyn, Nelson and Murdock Law Office.

Matt Murdock, who had just finished processing the last document, stood up and stretched, picked up the suit jacket hanging nearby, and had just put it on.

The Gate of the Law Firm was suddenly pushed open, and the wind chimes rang.

Matt Murdock sighed faintly.

"What, you don't welcome me!"

Natasha Romanoff, wearing a brown women's trench coat and high heels, walked directly up to Matt Murdock, looked at his profile, and after a few seconds, suddenly said:

"Matt, long time no see. Want to have dinner together tonight?"

"Hmm?"

Matt Murdock smiled bitterly, pulled out his blind cane from beside the table, and swung it open.

"Can I say no?"

"Mick's Bar, haven't been there in a long time. I've booked a table!"

Natasha Romanoff didn't give Matt Murdock a chance to refuse, as assertive as ever.

Just like when they were passionately in love.

(end of chapter)