American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 196: Motor Mouth, Mergers and Acquisitions, Visit

"Hey, don't be like that. I was just watching a movie downstairs. You guys were having such a lively fight on the Rooftop, so I came up to take a look. Hey! Peter, don't you remember me? You hurt my little finger! Oh, harder!! Spider-Man, we're Partners, look at the Suit on me, don't we look alike!

Alright, even though your box office bombed, honestly, the plot was really terrible!"

Spider-Man, who was himself a Motor Mouth, suddenly understood the criminals who found him annoying. It truly felt like five hundred ducks squawking on the Rooftop.

"How about coming over to my place? I just got some discs from Japan, Tokyo Hot, I haven't watched it yet. Little Peter, you're not still a virgin, are you? Oh right, in this Timeline, you've already met Gwen, messing with the Police Department Director..."

Spider-Man shot a Spiderweb, completely sealing Deadpool's mouth! At the same time, Spider-Man's heart felt a little panicked. He, how did he know Gwen?

"Fuck, it's Stryker, that son of a bitch...!"

Inside the apartment, looking at the person who appeared on the television, Deadpool, hanging in mid-air, cursed loudly. The Hamburger in his mouth fell directly to the ground.

Matt Murdock picked it up and stuffed it directly back into Deadpool's mouth.

"You know this person on television?!" Spider-Man Peter looked at Deadpool with a suspicious gaze.

"William Stryker, the number one villain in a Mutant movie, a complete Bastard. His favorite thing is sewing up the mouths of Motor Mouths like you with needle and thread!"

Deadpool, mouth stuffed with Hamburger, explained weakly. He originally thought he was just competing with Spider-Man for the position of box office king, but he didn't expect to see that Bastard Stryker again.

Ever since Deadpool gained his immortality ability, he had vaguely awakened a kind of seeing ability. Through this world, he could contact other things and understand the world of "the audience".

He didn't understand much, only vaguely knowing some things, such as his box office, his future love rivals, and the existence of the fourth wall.

Matt Murdock didn't pay attention to the crazy Deadpool. He walked to the apartment Balcony, took out an encrypted Satellite Phone, and dialed out.

"Wade, you're a Mercenary. Interested in taking a Mission?"

Just as Deadpool and Spider-Man, the two Motor Mouths, were discussing the pros and cons of their respective Suits, with Deadpool not forgetting to mock Spider-Man's taste in choosing female leads, Matt Murdock had already learned about Deadpool's identity and origin from his former lover. The famous Black Widow had sent an invitation to Deadpool through Matt Murdock.

"A Mission? Is there a lot of Money?" Deadpool heard Matt Murdock's words and immediately snapped out of his slacker state. When it came to Money, he was more energetic than seeing a Beautiful Woman.

"An evil organization threatening the world is resurrecting. I returned to New York this time to find helpers to deal with it!"

"Peter is the person I chose. Although he is very young, he is already a Vigilante who can fight evil alone. As for you, Wade, someone told me that although you are a Mercenary, you also have a heart of justice!"

"Not going!"

Deadpool heard Matt Murdock's words. As an Adult, he was past the age of being hyped up. He deflated like a balloon, lazily turned on the television set which no longer had a Live Broadcast, and skillfully inserted a Disc into the external player's slot.

"Caribbean FBI Warning"

At the beginning of the movie, two blonde beauties were bathing in their Swimming Pool. A neighboring Black Person Big man passed by... Deadpool skillfully grabbed the toilet paper nearby.

"Two million US Dollars!"

Matt Murdock, leaning on his Blind Cane, stated a number.

Deadpool's hand holding the mouse stiffened. He jumped over to Matt Murdock's side.

Two million US Dollars. For Deadpool, this job was acceptable.

Although he was a super Mercenary in the Underworld, he didn't get many jobs due to his chatterbox nature and series of unreliability.

He had to pay the mortgage and support his girlfriend. Cough, yes, Deadpool also had a girlfriend.

Two million US Dollars. Deadpool's eyes were full of little stars.

"This gentleman, punishing evil and promoting good, maintaining World Peace, I think I can do it!"

"Are you taking this job?"

Matt Murdock, with his blind eyes behind his Sunglasses, glanced sideways at Deadpool.

"Take it!"

Deadpool said fawningly! "Boss, who are we going to kill?!"

Deadpool pulled out his Twin Blades with a feigned fierce expression, but his Hood covered his facial expression, making his action slightly comical.

Spider-Man next to him was directly amused by his performance.

"Tomorrow you'll accompany me to meet someone!" Matt Murdock said.

Deadpool sheathed his long swords with a clang: "Meet someone? Are you asking me to be a Bodyguard? Protecting people is a different price. If I help you block Bullets, how much per Bullet? How about ten thousand US Dollars per Bullet? Five thousand... If that doesn't work, two thousand is also negotiable."

Listening to Deadpool's endless chatter, Matt Murdock felt for the first time that having sharp Five Senses was a punishment.

"Well done, Red Queen!"

Tang Song looked at the phantom of the small red girl in front of him and patted her head. Just now, Red Queen had hijacked numerous Video Websites, allowing him to Hypnotize William Stryker and conduct a worldwide Live Broadcast show!

"Thank you Boss for the praise!" The little girl raised her head, gathered her skirt corners, and bowed to him.

"Haha!" Tang Song virtually stroked the little girl's head, smiling very satisfied.

Boss Tang claimed not to be a kind person. Having lived three lives, drinking the best wine, smoking the best Cigarettes, sleeping with the best Lovers, and holding the highest Position, he was a transmigrator with a Golden Finger.

These small demands weren't excessive, right?

As for all his Strength, should he really be like Spider-Man, where with great power comes great responsibility? He could do good deeds conveniently, but full-time was unnecessary.

Isn't French wine fragrant? Aren't cover Models' figures beautiful?

So despite having Strength, Tang Song still followed Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang's nine-character policy: "Build high walls, store up provisions, and slowly become king".

But if someone really bullied him, Tang Song naturally wouldn't be stingy with his Strength. Regardless of whether it was the President, retaliating was the right thing to do.

In the Federation, humility is not a virtue; instead, it makes people think you are weak. Only by showing your Fist will enemies understand awe.

Tang Song threw this punch out.

The Federal Government is currently in a terrible fix, a government using its own citizens for Human Experimentation and persecuting its own people.

Public opinion alone is enough to bring down a government.

Although Federal Ordinary Persons didn't have much good feelings towards Mutants, when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves. No citizen wants such a tragedy to happen to themselves.

A few days after the Live Broadcast!

Demonstration Marches across the Federation never stopped. Protesters surrounded Congress and the White House tightly.

Pennsylvania Avenue, which Boss Tang had felt was empty before, was crowded with citizens holding banners and demonstrating.

Five of the seven Federal Military Experimental Bases exposed by William Stryker in the Live Broadcast were destroyed.

The Special Forces sent by the Military to clean up the mess and the Mutants from the Brotherhood of Mutants engaged in Fighting.

The X-Men and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Operations Team that rushed to stop them almost had a shootout.

The Stock Prices of several large group Companies mentioned by William Stryker, involved in Mutant experiments, plummeted, effectively halved. They were immediately maliciously Short-Sold by the sharp-nosed Hyenas on Wall Street.

Compared to these Matters, a small Trask Industries being maliciously acquired by Tang Group was undoubtedly a small matter.

Trask Industries was founded in 1967, claiming to care about the fate of Humanity and always being at the forefront of human progress and development.

Founder Bolivar Trask was also a smooth businessman with considerable political maneuvering and ambition. Starting from the Nixon administration, he reached Cooperation with the government.

The reason Bolivar Trask was favored by the Nixon administration was that he was a top biologist. When researching the mysteries of human DNA, he discovered the X-Gene, which allowed him to discover and prove the existence of Mutants as a new race. It was his advanced theories and research that received government recognition and funding.

Bolivar Trask himself didn't actually hate Mutants. On the contrary, as a scientist, he greatly appreciated their Abilities. But he wanted to create Mutants as a common enemy for Humanity to eliminate wars between Humanity and achieve World Peace.

The Ideal is great, but this Bolivar Trask has an even more famous nickname, "Father of Sentinels"! In a certain future Timeline, Bolivar Trask created a military Weapon specifically designed to eliminate Mutants, which once pushed Mutants into a Desperate Situation.

However, compared to the glory of the future Timeline, Trask Industries is just an inconspicuous Biotech Company.

Compared to Osborn Industries, the top Biotech Company, the current Trask is more like a Little Nobody.

Of course, in the future, Sentinel robots produced by Trask shone brightly and once wiped out Mutants.

Unfortunately, Bolivar Trask seems unable to see Trask's future glory.

An unexpected disaster befell him!

Mutant Experiment, Weapon X Program, what are these things? Bolivar Trask, who learned the news immediately, was completely stunned.

Researching Mutants is correct, but how would he know about experiments involving the Military's core secrets, and even Invest?

Alright, Bolivar Trask could analyze the Profit this Project would bring from this Live Broadcast. If he had the chance, he would definitely choose to Invest.

But the Military clearly didn't involve him, and a solid black pot was placed squarely on his back.

Bolivar Trask immediately held a press conference, speaking out that he had absolutely no connection to this inhumane Weapon X Program.

The result was obvious. A Federal Major General who used his Life to prove the truth was clearly much more credible than his empty words.

Trask Industries' Stock Price plummeted in response, effectively halved. "Is there any other Method?"

Bolivar Trask, in a wrinkled Suit and scruffy beard, looked at the Company Supervisor, hands propped on the Office Desk, eyes full of bloodshot veins.

"Boss, how about we publish the account details? If the Company really didn't Invest in this Project..."

"Slap!"

Bolivar Trask directly threw the Notebook on the table, smashing it onto the speaking Supervisor's Head.

"Publish the account details? Do you think we're not dying fast enough!! Get out!"

The somewhat bald middle-aged Supervisor ran out of the Office clutching his head in embarrassment.

"Idiot!"

Bolivar Trask was so angered by this idiot his head felt dizzy.

What does their Company do? A Biotech Company. How many unsavory Things are inside their cooperation with the Department of Defense? He knew clearly. Publishing accounts at this time was simply helping those Bastards on Wall Street Pull the trigger.

No, he couldn't sit and wait for death. Bolivar Trask looked at the golf practice mat in front of him, his eyes revealing unwillingness. He took out his Mobile Phone and pressed the dial button! "General Mitchell, I am Bolivar Trask... Hello? Hello?——"

"Hello Minister, I am Bolivar Trask..."

"Mr. Benson, I am Boliva... Hello?——"

Bolivar Trask angrily smashed the Mobile Phone against the golf practice wall and powerlessly slumped onto his six-figure value Office Chair.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes. He was now in the eyes of those Partners and Friends, just a pile of stinking dog shit, afraid of being associated.

Past pleasantries at Cocktail Parties, intimacy during Cooperation, none could stop the coldness of human relations and the world's indifference.

Where there is disappointment, there is naturally success! As the instigator, Boss Tang not only slapped the Federal President hard but also took a big bite out of the Capital market, the kind with oil dripping from his mouth.

Three years of initial accumulation. The Resources he could now mobilize were enough for him to swallow too much in one go.

Two Industrial Companies, two Pharmaceutical Companies, three foundations, one research institute.

Lane did it very efficiently. At least in the eyes of outsiders, these Capital operations happened after William Stryker's Matters occurred.

Boss Tang got a head start. Absolutely no one would associate it with him.

Many people knew the news and took action, but the one who could mobilize such a huge Cash Flow in the shortest time was only Tang Song, Boss Tang.

Today's Boss Tang can be said to be the King of Cash in New York.

Outskirts of New York, Raccoon City, Hive Laboratory, inside this small Base.

Boss Tang, in a White Suit, watched a group of technical personnel busy analyzing data from a USB drive.

There wasn't much in the data, just William Stryker's Research Results from all these years——

William Stryker, harboring hatred for Mutants, worked hard for over a decade, only to do all the work for Tang someone's benefit in one morning.

Outside an experiment room, Tang Song was looking through the observation window, watching Professor Connors perform the dissection on the Mutant named Yuriko Oyama.

This one with black hair, seemingly weak, beautiful and moving, a Mutant with a ponytail, was William Stryker's Masterpiece.

In the data Tang Song found about her, Yuriko Oyama's Father was the person in charge of creating super Warriors like Wolverine. So she possessed the same Abilities as Wolverine. After her Father was killed by Wolverine Logan, she was controlled by Stryker for a long time. Like Wolverine, Adamantium was also injected Inside her Body.

This Experiment made her bones almost Indestructible and also had extendable Adamantium Fingernails that could destroy almost all matter.

The super Healing Factor from Wolverine's Body, plus the incredibly hard Adamantium Alloy Metal, allowed this artificial Mutant woman to survive in Tang Song's hands.

However, all the Flesh and Blood on her Body had long been ground away by Tang Song's Yin-Yang Life-Death Baleful Qi, leaving only an Adamantium Alloy Skeleton.

Looking at her lying on the Operating Table now, living like this is worse than being dead! "Boss, someone has come to the Manor. It's a Lawyer named Matt Murdock. Lane asked if you want to see them?"

Just then, a Black-clothed Bodyguard walked over and reported to Tang Song.

"Matt Murdock, Daredevil. What is he visiting me for?" Tang Song's eyes narrowed. As New York's Underground Emperor, his grasp of Intelligence naturally goes without saying. Tang Song had detailed data on the group of Vigilantes active on the streets of New York.

Matt Murdock was even an old Acquaintance. Tang Song had once used this blade to cut down Kingpin.

"Then let's go back and meet them——"

Tang Song turned his head, waved his hand, and called over a Card Soldier responsible for Security: "Tell Professor Connors that during the closure of Hive Laboratory, no one is allowed in or out! During this period, everyone's Salary will be doubled!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Tang Manor, Deadpool followed behind Matt Murdock, his Head constantly looking around. Looking at the pavilions, towers, and the magnificent Manor, under his Hood was an expression like he'd never seen the world, while his mouth chattered endlessly.

"The person you're meeting looks like a big Tycoon. Is this the evil Villain you mentioned? Did you bring me here to eliminate him? Let's be clear beforehand, this job requires extra Money!"

Matt Murdock's sharp Five Senses sensed that just as Deadpool the Motor Mouth said this sentence, the malicious gazes from all around converged like needle pricks.

In the Manor's Corridor, pavilions, and near the Rockery, appeared Black-clothed Big men, one by one, with bulging waists and expressionless faces, staring intently at the two of them.

"Shut up, we are just here to talk about Matters with Mr. Tang!" Matt Murdock had an impulse to immediately sew Deadpool's mouth shut. He regretted a little why he thought of bringing this guy.

(end of chapter)