American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

# Chapter 193: The Plane is Shot Down

Alexander Pierce, Secretary-General of the World Security Council, resumed his position as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was suspected that an incident had occurred within Wakanda, with the Old King's son, T'Challa, exiled abroad and his whereabouts unknown. The new King was N'Jadaka! Soon, Alexander Pierce would represent the World Security Council in East Africa to sign a ceasefire agreement with Wakanda.

...

Tang Song was flipping through his notebook. He had been in the Subterranean World for less than half a year...

The outside world had truly changed significantly! "BOSS, we've arrived at the airport."

The Driver in the driver's seat of the black Mercedes-Benz spoke softly, pulling Tang Song's thoughts back to reality.

Tang Song nodded, and the Driver began to turn off the engine.

Meanwhile, a group of burly men got out of several black SUVs that had been following the Mercedes-Benz.

These burly men were all over 1.9 meters tall and wore black suits.

A white man among the burly men quickly walked to the car door of the rear compartment where Tang Song was, then bent down and opened the car door.

With the car door open, Tang Song stepped out of the vehicle.

A group of burly men in black suits surrounded Tang Song and walked towards the airport.

The group walking down the corridor at Keflavík Airport towards the VIP Waiting Room was quite eye-catching.

At this moment, a white man in a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses noticed Tang Song and his group.

A bright smile immediately appeared on the man with glasses's face, and he quickly walked towards them.

From five or six meters away, the man with glasses said, "Mr. Tang, hello. It's a pleasure to see you again!!"

Tang Song smiled in response, "Hello, Mr. Jones."

Jones, the man with glasses, quickly said, "You can just call me Jones, Mr. Tang!"

"Your private jet is already parked on the runway and can take off at any time!"

"Thank you."

"Not at all. It's our honor to serve you!" Jones, the man with glasses, said with a smile.

Jones was a Deputy Manager in the Senior Client Services Department of Wells Fargo.

The so-called Senior Client Services Department had only one job.

That was to provide Wells Fargo's senior VIP clients with any service they desired.

This service had no specific definition.

The specific services depended on what the client needed.

Or rather, how much money the client could afford.

There were Deputy Managers like Jones.

Wells Fargo had this department in almost every major first-tier City around the world.

As for Reykjavík, it was the Capital of the Republic of Iceland.

Led by Jones, the group bypassed the ordinary Waiting Room at Keflavík Airport.

They went directly to the VIP Waiting Room, which provided internet access and private Bathrooms.

It also offered the highest-end cosmetics for ladies.

And chefs from Michelin Three-Star Restaurants were there to provide gourmet food and alcohol, available 24 hours a day.

After leading Tang Song in, Jones stood slightly bowed before Tang Song like a waiter, smiling, "According to your requirement, your plane will take off in twenty minutes. Please rest here for a moment."

Tang Song smiled and nodded.

As a VVIP big client of Wells Fargo.

He had used similar services many times before.

It was Jones who had provided him service when he came to Iceland.

Jones was one of the people in charge of Wells Fargo in Europe.

Jones remained standing by Tang Song's side.

Tang Song was using the VVIP service provided by Wells Fargo, and Jones accompanied him throughout before boarding the plane.

Actually, Jones's service mainly involved coordinating runway issues for private jet takeoffs and landings at the airport.

Twenty minutes later, a private jet took off from Keflavík Airport, flying towards Federal New York.

In the Waiting Room at Keflavík Airport, Jones watched the plane disappear into the clouds, then lowered his head to look at his watch.

After seeing off Mr. Tang, this big client, he still had to catch a plane to Berlin...

Of course, a Deputy Manager like him didn't have the luxury of a private jet. He was grateful to this big client today just for getting a business class seat.

Just as Jones saw that it was about time and was preparing to get his boarding pass, two Big men suddenly came up from behind and grabbed his arms, one on each side...

"You... Mph!"

Before Jones could react, his mouth and nose were covered.

Before losing consciousness, Jones vaguely heard the voice of one of the Big men.

"Officer, the target has departed..."

.........

Wakanda's new King, N'Jadaka, Federal name - Erik Stevens, a Wakandan noble.

He was the nephew of T'Chaka Black Panther, and he lived in New York with his Father, Prince N'Jobu, from a young age.

Because his Father, N'Jobu, helped the "Vibranium Smuggler" Klaue steal Wakanda's Vibranium, he was killed by the former Black Panther King, T'Chaka.

He graduated from the United States Naval Academy (Annapolis) at 19 and later earned a Master's degree from MIT.

After completing his studies, he joined the Navy SEALs and was later sent to Afghanistan and Iraq to perform combat missions.

At the same time, he had also joined the Ghost Unit of the Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC). This Organization had the ability to infiltrate, assassinate, and even overthrow governments! Half-reclining on the spacious luxury sofa of the private jet, Tang Song was flipping through the information about this new King of Wakanda that Red Queen had gathered from the dark web intelligence world.

Since Wakanda emerged from the shadows and came into the sunlight, it had few secrets in the outer world.

He hadn't expected this new King of Wakanda to be half a New Yorker.

Tang Song scrolled down with his finger. Regarding the internal conflict in Wakanda, various intelligence organizations on the dark web had different opinions. One theory Tang Song found very interesting.

This intelligence organization suspected that the new King was a tool trained secretly by the Federation to control Wakanda.

There were two reasons. First, Wakandan King T'Chaka was assassinated in front of the White House. Although the Federal Government provided investigation results, claiming it was a terrorist organization from the WWII period that had been annihilated and then resurrected, this explanation clearly failed to convince the public.

Many intelligence organizations analyzed that the former King of Wakanda was likely killed by federal agent agencies through assassination.

Second was the new King's military experience. What the Ghost Unit of the Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC) specifically did was no secret in the Underworld intelligence world.

The coups in some small African Countries often had their invisible shadow.

The new King of Wakanda's service history in this unit made it impossible not to suspect that the former King's assassination and the current King's ascension were both orchestrated by the Federal Government.

This theory was widely circulated in the intelligence world. If T'Chaka hadn't been killed by someone Tang Song sent, Boss Tang probably would have believed it too.

However, the timing of Killmonger's appearance was indeed a bit problematic. Could it be another Butterfly Effect caused by him?

Half-reclining on the spacious leather sofa, Tang Song was thinking about whether this was another influence caused by him, this butterfly. He beckoned.

The nearest flight attendant immediately walked over and knelt down beside him.

"Mr. Tang, what do you need?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet. Tang Song looked. She was a very beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed, standard white beautiful woman.

Her makeup wasn't heavy, but it was just right, clearly applied with care.

The kneeling service she provided perfectly highlighted the flight attendant's slender figure and the flesh-colored silk stockings she wore on her two long, well-proportioned white legs.

"Get me a glass of purified water!"

"Okay."

The flight attendant said with a sweet smile, then straightened up and left with a graceful posture.

The other two slower-reacting flight attendants also wore smiles at this moment.

For a super tycoon like Tang Song, who was handsome, and most importantly, so young and rich.

The beautiful flight attendants didn't mind having some wonderful encounters with their boss.

In fact, they were quite willing.

Because in their profession, it was not uncommon to be noticed by a tycoon.

And then have a class reversal, starting a story of rising to prominence.

Many of these stories were made up, but some were true.

The key was that if they were noticed by a tycoon, even if they couldn't become official partners, they could often get some money from the tycoon.

This money was much more than what they earned by smiling falsely and working hard every day.

This was one of the reasons why flight attendants were willing to work on private jets.

Private jets were a service that only the top one-thousandth of tycoons on Earth could enjoy.

Since it was a plane, and the passengers were tycoons.

Then the tycoons' private jets, of course, also needed flight attendants to provide service.

And there were generally two ways for the owner of a private jet to choose flight attendants.

The first was to directly sign a lease contract with an airline, and then the airline would assign corresponding flight attendants.

This was the simplest way, and the flight attendant service chosen by most lower-tier tycoons.

The second way was to recruit them themselves.

They would find flight attendants based on whatever standards they had.

The flight attendants on Tang Song's private jet were all scouted by Lane through Wells Fargo's channel, picked from various airlines after careful selection. They were not only young and beautiful, with an average age of less than twenty-four, but also highly professional.

Mainly because Boss Tang was lazy and nostalgic.

Wells Fargo had been serving him very well for the past six months.

It was very expensive, but very professional and very attentive.

Of course, the treatment for these flight attendants was also very generous, with an annual salary of around 200,000 US dollars. It should be noted that flight attendants on ordinary civil aircraft only had an annual salary of 50,000 US dollars.

Under the implicit gaze of her colleagues, the flight attendant returned to the work area. She first reapplied her lipstick in the mirror, then carefully adjusted the position of her scarf, leaving a faint gap at the neckline.

She looked at herself in the mirror, revealing a satisfied smile, and then walked out holding a glass of purified water: "Mr. Tang, hello, here is your purified water." The flight attendant knelt down beside Tang Song with a charming smile.

From Tang Song's perspective, he could just see the flight attendant's exquisite makeup. A scarf was tied around her swan-like neck, and below the scarf, a hint of white lace was vaguely visible.

A waist that could be held in one hand.

"Thank you."

Tang Song smiled slightly. He didn't choose to ignore the beautiful scenery the flight attendant deliberately revealed, but he didn't linger on it either. After taking the water cup, he drank the water.

The flight attendant was very beautiful, after all, she was chosen by Wells Fargo after careful selection. However, for Tang Song.

If he truly wanted them, there were far more beautiful women and celebrities to choose from than this flight attendant.

Most importantly, compared to beautiful women, what Tang Song was interested in now was how much the world had changed during his absence.

The flight attendant sensibly retreated to the side, standing next to her colleagues.

After taking a sip of purified water, Tang Song continued to flip through the intelligence on his tablet computer about the time he wasn't in New York.

It takes about six hours to fly from Iceland to New York.

"Yes, Officer!"

Arctic Ocean, on a Zumwalt-class missile destroyer patrolling the Bering Strait, the captain hung up the phone.

"Exercise target will pass through this airspace in one hour. Search Radar on, Anti-air Missile ready to lock on!"

The captain issued the order through the communicator in the captain's room.

The Zumwalt-class missile destroyer was a new generation multi-purpose land-attack Aegis ship of the Federal Navy, incorporating a large number of the Federation's latest cutting-edge technology, such as stealth design, wave-piercing tumblehome hull, all-electric propulsion, advanced gun system.

Although its shape was futuristic and strange, it was the most advanced battleship in the Federation.

The cost was as high as 4 billion US dollars, which was enough to build a Nimitz aircraft carrier.

This battleship appeared in this Sea Area because it received an order from the Department of Defense to test the anti-air strike capabilities of some Navy vessels.

Upon hearing that the Exercise target would pass through this airspace in an hour, everyone on the entire battleship began to prepare intensely.

.........

Tony Stark was under FBI investigation for suspected involvement in the New York terrorist attacks!

Stark Industries spent heavily to hire the top legal team in the entire Federation for his defense.

After Tony Stark was cleared of the charge, he filed a defamation lawsuit against the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation lost the case...

A group of agents within S.H.I.E.L.D., including the famous Black Widow, mysteriously disappeared, suspected of being purged.

The exiled former Black Panther Prince T'Challa was suspected of appearing in New York, with the Mutant Storm among his accompanying personnel.

Tang Song lay on the sofa, his eyes slightly closed, resting eyes. The intelligence he had just read flashed one by one in his mind. He always felt that something was wrong somewhere...

Nick Fury was assassinated, Black Widow disappeared, Alexander Pierce took over S.H.I.E.L.D., T'Challa was exiled, the Mutant Storm...

Just as Tang Song was sorting out his thoughts, a hint of shock suddenly flashed in his heart.

A reflexive reaction, Tang Song summoned the Great Desolation Bell and enveloped himself within it.

The few flight attendants standing nearby looked in astonishment at the large bell emitting golden radiance that suddenly covered Tang Song.

Before they could react to what was happening...

A piece of sky-high firelight swept through the plane with a roar.

This Airbus luxury private jet directly disintegrated into countless fragments in the sky...

Zumwalt-class missile destroyer radar room

A group of officers on the vessel were watching the results on the radar display screen with the captain. When they saw that the ship-based missile launched from the vessel had accurately intercepted the target.

A cheer erupted in the small radar room.

The black captain, who was usually stern, also showed a smile on his face.

"Officer, an unidentified object is flying towards us at high speed from high altitude, its speed exceeds Mach 10!"

Just then, a radar operator who had been staring at the screen suddenly shouted urgently.

(end of chapter)