American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 198: Control, The Movie

Having been hungry for a long time, she was preparing to go to the kitchen to prepare some compressed biscuits and eat some canned food.

*Ding*, a crisp sound of a teacup hitting glass rang out behind her. In the silent environment, it reached her ears like a clap of thunder.

Hill performed a forward roll, her steps light and agile like a Raccoon Dog. Almost in the blink of an eye, she reached the table where her handgun was placed, grabbed the black pistol with a newly inserted magazine from the table, and quickly turned around, pointing it behind her.

"It's you!"

Hill had prepared for the worst, but she didn't expect the person sitting on the Living Room Sofa when she pointed the handgun was not Hydra, as she had imagined.

"Hmm, worthy of being a Senior Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Your skills and reactions are quite good! Interested in working for me?"

Tang Song completely ignored the muzzle pointed at him. He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed into the window, illuminating the dark Room.

Hill glanced out of the corner of her eye at the cup of steaming tea Tang Song had placed on the table. What made her scalp crawl was that,

Not only had Tang Song found her hidden Safe House, but when he snuck into this Safe House, the warning devices she had set up had all lost their effect. She didn't even know how long Tang Song had been in the Room.

"The Room needs more sunlight, otherwise it gets damp, which isn't good for your body!"

Tang Song spread his hands and enjoyed the sunlight for a moment, then walked back to the sofa and sat down again. He placed his hand on the sofa armrest and tapped it with his index finger.

"Nick Fury is still alive? Just as I guessed. That's the problem with you Agents, you live like rats in a gutter!"

"We are working to maintain world peace and stability, and combat terrorists. On the contrary, Mr. Tang, your criminal record at S.H.I.E.L.D. stacked up is a meter high!"

Agent Hill stared at Tang Song. The sunlight outside the glass window shone on Tang Song, as if scattering crushed gold on him. Agent Hill was momentarily lost in thought. She lowered the hand holding the gun and couldn't help but retort.

"Maintaining world peace, combating terrorists!" Tang Song seemed to have heard something particularly funny. He covered his stomach and laughed heartily.

"Ms. Hill, you, a Senior Agent combating terrorists, are now being chased everywhere by a group of terrorists, and you have to ask me, a criminal, for help?!"

"Oh, right, the title of criminal was forced upon me by you. Insulting and slandering a Councillor of the Federation's Senate, I have the right to directly sue S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Believe me, if we go to court, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely lose!"

After laughing enough, Tang Song got up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go!"

"Where?" A hint of wariness flashed in Agent Hill's eyes.

Tang Song stretched, gave her a sidelong glance, and walked towards the entrance on his own: "Naturally, come home with me. Didn't your Director tell you to win me over?"

Hill looked at Tang Song's back with some hesitation. After a moment of deliberation, she got up and followed him.

Downstairs from the apartment building, a pure black Rolls-Royce was parked by the Road, guarded by two Black-clothed Bodyguards with bulging waistlines.

Hill had chosen this Safe House in a civilian Community with high foot traffic, precisely to conceal her whereabouts.

A civilian Community with high foot traffic can indeed conceal traces and cause trouble for trackers, but the security in such places is often not good.

A top-tier luxury car worth several million appeared in the Community, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

Among them were many gang members. Their gazes were secretive as they stared at the Rolls-Royce. A luxury car worth several million US Dollars, if they could get their hands on it and resell it, they could get at least hundreds of thousands.

Moreover, this wasn't a Wealthy District, there were no patrol officers patrolling constantly...

Although there were a few Bodyguards who seemed to be carrying guns.

However, in the Federation, it was as if everyone had guns.

Soon, a small Gang in this Community couldn't resist.

Calling it a small Gang, it was actually just a few thugs gathered together, usually extorting nearby stores and engaging in zero-dollar shopping (looting).

A Black Person thug with a large gold chain of unknown authenticity around his neck and dreadlocks, made hip-hop hand gestures with both hands as he walked past the front of the Rolls-Royce.

He seemed to inadvertently scan the bulging waistlines of the two Black-clothed Bodyguards and blew a melodious whistle.

Hearing his whistle, several thugs not far away showed joy in their eyes—

The whistles of their small Gang had specific meanings. The meaning of the whistle just now was that these Bodyguards were not carrying heavy firepower.

A Big man Black Person, at the signal of his companions, quietly opened the car door of the dilapidated pickup truck beside him and reached for the Uzi submachine gun.

The dreadlocks Black Person thug's gaze swept over the Spirit of Ecstasy, which was said to be worth tens of thousands of US Dollars, wondering if the thing was made of pure gold.

His gaze dropped down and he saw a familiar New York license plate number! Seeing the license plate number that he only heard about when bragging, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, looked again, and after confirming that he hadn't seen wrong, he suddenly turned back in terror and blew his whistle desperately towards the back.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Hearing a sudden sharp and urgent whistle, the Black Big man who was reaching for the gun stopped his action and turned back somewhat blankly to look at his companions.

The few thugs gathered together also looked at their companion with an ugly complexion, feeling somewhat confused.

The dreadlocks young man's complexion was extremely ugly. He stumbled back, came to his companions, and without a word, wanted to pull them away.

"Mike, are you stupid? It's rare for such a fat sheep to appear on our Territory. The patrol police won't come for another two hours. We have enough time to deal with these Bodyguards and sell the car!"

A thug with an unknown cigarette butt in his mouth, smoking until his eyes were a bit hazy, said: "Are you worried about retaliation from these rich guys? If we sell the car, each of us can get tens of thousands of US Dollars. Then we'll find a place to hide for a while, and they won't find us."

As if to increase his ability to persuade, the thug directly reached behind his back, intending to pull out the handgun tucked into his waist.

His voice was loud, even attracting the attention of the two Bodyguards beside the Rolls-Royce.

Mike, the dreadlocks thug, whose naturally black face was scared pale, directly stepped forward and pressed down his companion's right hand that was trying to draw the gun.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a folding knife from his chest and directly stabbed it into his kidney.

"Fuck!"

"Oh My God, Mike, are you crazy!"

"Fuck!"

The thug who was smoking drugs touched his waist, raised his hand, looked at his bloody hand, and looked at this good friend from everyday life with disbelief.

"Do you know whose car that is? That's Tang..." Mike deliberately lowered his volume for the last sentence, but as soon as he spoke, the few thugs who were screaming in surprise immediately fell silent as if their necks had been slit.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The few thugs silently surrounded Mike and the unlucky guy. The circle of people quickly produced the sound of sharp blades stabbing into bodies.

The two Bodyguards glanced at the obvious Gang feud here and didn't pay much attention.

"The Community you chose is quite lively!"

Tang Song walked in front, leaning on his cane. Hill silently followed behind him. A Black-clothed Bodyguard immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for Boss Tang.

Before getting into the car, Tang Song inadvertently turned his head and looked at the group of thugs staring over from a distance.

When the few thugs watching this side met Tang Song's gaze, they were instantly scared pale. They all showed a fawning smile towards Tang Song.

Tang Song smiled, gestured to Hill, and got directly into the car.

After the two were seated, a Black-clothed Bodyguard closed the car door for Boss Tang and sat in the front passenger seat.

The Rolls-Royce started up and drove straight away.

Watching the Rolls-Royce drive away, the few thugs immediately breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, feeling as if they had escaped death.

Inside the spacious Rolls-Royce,

Tang Song took out two silver plates covered with silver covers from the small refrigerator. He opened the silver covers, revealing two exquisitely shaped dessert cakes inside.

"It's already past noon, let's eat something to fill our stomachs first!"

Tang Song pressed a button beside the Rolls-Royce seat, and a small table rose between him and Hill. Tang Song placed the two desserts on it, then took out two sets of plastic cutlery and handed one set to the small table in front of Hill.

Tang Song picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake himself, picking up a piece and putting it into his mouth.

The chocolate cream cake, coated in chocolate and filled with almonds and jam, was made by a Michelin Three-Star Chef. It was fragrant but not greasy.

Tang Song didn't like eating sweets, but the taste was indeed good.

Hill held the knife and fork and looked at the exquisite cake in front of her. Although she was starving, she had no intention of eating it.

She stared at Tang Song and asked with some doubt:

"Why did your attitude change so quickly? On Fifth Avenue, you clearly didn't want to help me!?"

Tang Song put a piece of cake into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the sweetness of the cake, and looked up at Hill: "You don't understand this? Your behavior on Fifth Avenue was like a drowning person trying to pull me, an innocent passerby standing on the shore, into the water..."

"Although I can swim, it doesn't mean I like being pulled into the water...

Voluntarily jumping into the water and being pulled into the water are two different matters!"

"This time I plan to help you because Tony exchanged a favor for it. Iron Man's favor is worth me extending a bamboo pole to you who is in the water! That's all!"

Tang Song's explanation was very thorough and clear, but listening to this explanation, Hill felt a faint discomfort in her heart.

However, as a seasoned Agent, Hill quickly controlled her emotions.

"I was presumptuous on Fifth Avenue this morning, Mr. Tang!"

Hill picked up her knife and fork and cut the cake in front of her, expressing her apology to Tang Song with a sincere expression.

"It's nothing!" Tang Song smiled.

Hill hesitated for a moment: "Mr. Tang, you should have heard what Director Fury and I said. Do you have any thoughts?"

"Thoughts? You want me to help S.H.I.E.L.D deal with Hydra!?"

Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took a paper towel from the napkin box, and wiped his mouth.

"This is not a Pond. Tony Stark's face is not enough for me to wade into this muddy water. Moreover, this is no longer muddy water, it's a complete quagmire, a Swampland, but..."

Tang Song's face showed a wrinkled expression of distaste.

He extended his finger and tapped the table in front of him: "The reason Alaskan crab fishermen risk their lives fighting in the waves is because King Crab can bring them generous revenue! Enough for them to support their families!"

"Nick Fury isn't thinking of just using empty words to make me contribute money and manpower to help him, is he?"

Tang Song looked at Hill with a half-smile, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

"Or are you planning to use the Honey Trap on me, as Nick Fury suggested?!"

"What? Tang, you've misunderstood. What Honey Trap? You might have some misunderstanding?" Hill's hand tightened around the knife and fork, and her voice rose a few degrees.

"The Director just wants me to persuade you as much as possible..."

"That's best," Tang Song shook his head and smiled: "Agent Hill, you are very beautiful. To describe it in our Eastern terms, you are heroic and spirited!"

"However, the Honey Trap style doesn't really suit you. Agent Natasha is quite suitable for this style?" "You like Natasha Romanoff?" Hill asked.

"Not really. Compared to the charming Black Widow, I appreciate women like you more. But no matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot be equated with interests!"

"Mr. Tang, what conditions will make you stand on our side?"

Listening to Tang Song's blunt words, Agent Hill's expression became serious.

Agent Hill was not a vase. On the contrary, within S.H.I.E.L.D., her position was second only to Nick Fury, and she was Nick Fury's capable assistant.

Hill had the final say on many matters within S.H.I.E.L.D.

She understood how much S.H.I.E.L.D. needed Tang Song as an external helper right now.

This was something that one or a few Superheroes couldn't compare to.

Aside from Tony Stark, the Avengers might have extraordinary abilities, but they were only good at destruction.

But this man in front of her was different. He possessed a vast influence.

Even if they couldn't eliminate Hydra for a while, relying on Tang Song's influence could keep the situation from becoming too bad.

Not to mention the Sacred Shield Brotherhood behind Tang Song. If they could gain their support, then...

A sharp gleam flashed in Hill's eyes.

"Director Nick Fury sacrificed himself, aren't you interested in taking over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!?"

Listening to Tang Song's words, Hill's face showed a startled expression.

She didn't quite understand what Tang Song meant by saying this.

She didn't believe Tang Song hadn't heard her conversation with the Director in the Safe House.

And he had personally mentioned the Director's fake death.

What did he mean by saying this now?

Her taking over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. from Director Fury.

Are you kidding? The current S.H.I.E.L.D. was a Hydra Lair. She had just managed to get out, why would she go back?

Countless thoughts flashed through Hill's mind, but her face remained calm.

But what was the true intention of this man saying this?

"Just kidding, Agent Hill. Please tell Director Fury that I am interested in supernatural items. If he can offer something that moves me, I don't mind providing you with help!"

Tang Song said his requirement with a smile, placing his hand on Hill's shoulder.

Hill felt as if she had been electrocuted. Feeling the warmth in Tang Song's palm, she had the sensation of being wrapped by a green anaconda, causing her whole body to shiver.

"Supernatural Items, Mr. Tang, I will tell Director Fury!"

Hill tried hard to calm her tone and said calmly.

Tang Song's hand slid down Hill's leg...

Hill leaned back, her upper body arching back, presenting a perfect curve. Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Tang Song's face:

"Mr. Tang, please be respectful. I am not the kind of woman you imagine!"

"Ms. Hill, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I am far more interested in your talent than your body. Are you interested in working for me? I can help you become the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"You want to place your people in S.H.I.E.L.D.!" At this point, Hill finally realized Tang Song's true purpose.

Tang Song's hand, well, under this tension, seemed to have appeared in an inappropriate position, feeling a bit awkward.

"You will be my person, right?"

Tang Song raised his hand and pinched Hill's face, asking.

"Your ambition is great, Tang," Maria Hill sneered: "Do you think you will succeed?"

Agent Hill's hand quietly reached for the plastic cutlery on the table...

Tang Song smiled. With a backhand, before Hill could react, he pointed a finger at her brow.

"Director Hill, I don't just want to place manpower in S.H.I.E.L.D., I want S.H.I.E.L.D., and I want Hydra too!"

Tang Song leaned into Hill's ear, his soft words making Hill feel like she was suffocating.

.........…

By the time Tang Song returned to the Manor, it was already close to evening.

"Come, everyone, have a taste of the Wagyu flown in from Japan!"

Tang Manor, at the Oak Long Table in the Restaurant...

Tang Song used a knife and fork to cut the beef. The A4 Wagyu, roasted to medium-rare, released a refreshing meaty aroma when cut.

Biting into it, the texture was very tender and fragrant.

"Hmm, the taste is good. The Japanese are not great people, but they do have some unique skills in raising cows and doing art!"

At the Long Table, Tang Song sat at the head seat. Deadpool sat in the guest seat, using his knife and fork without any politeness. With a piece of meat in his mouth, he didn't forget to look up at Tang Song and mumbled in agreement: "Body art? I didn't expect a Billionaire to watch that kind of Japanese movie. We're on the same Dao! I have a lot of discs collected at home, want to buy a few? Who do you like, ** Sora, *** Maria... Kitagawa **"

Tang Song's silver fork, holding beef, stopped at his mouth. He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed.

"Cough cough!"

"Mr. Tang, Wade Wilson's personality is just this blunt!"

Matt Murdock, sitting next to Deadpool, quickly eased the somewhat awkward atmosphere and explained.

Just now, Tang Song had clearly stated that he could provide S.H.I.E.L.D. with some manpower, weapons, and funds support.

If this matter was ruined by Deadpool's loose mouth, he would truly have the heart to kill Deadpool.

"Was I wrong?!" Deadpool was a bit confused, then scratched his head and looked at Tang Song, suddenly realizing: "You're different from us. You're so rich, you don't need to buy any discs, you can find real people! Those stars, it doesn't matter if you invite them to make movies,"

Deadpool looked at Tang Song with an indescribable expression, licking his lips enviously: "Do you want me to shoot the video for you, Billionaire? I'm a professional photographer..."

Tang Song looked at Deadpool with a poker face, veins seemingly popping on his gentle, jade-like face...

Lane, beside him, lowered his head and looked at the beef on his tray, seemingly studying the texture of the beef.

Frank, on the other hand, turned around and discussed the material of the knife and fork in his hand with Kane.

Among the group at the table, only Gu Zi Yun, the little lunatic, looked at Deadpool with shining eyes.

"You also think Uncle is a per..."

Before Gu Zi Yun could finish her sentence, Tang Song raised a finger, and her mouth was sealed by an invisible talisman.

"Mmm mmm..." Gu Zi Yun glared at Tang Song, her face full of defiance.

Seeing this scene, Deadpool was about to speak up for Gu Zi Yun. *Slap*

Matt Murdock "saw" Tang Song's expression, raised his hand, and slapped him on the head.

"Eat properly! Even Wagyu can't shut your mouth..."

......…

After Matt Murdock left with Deadpool, in Tang Song's Study.

The Maid stepped forward and poured the red wine from the decanter into the wine glass.

The crimson wine liquid swirled in the crystal glass as Tang Song moved it, exhibiting a strange beauty.

Petrus red wine, the cheapest case costs over twenty thousand Pound Sterling, twice the price of Lafite.

The bitter yet fragrant red wine entered his mouth. Tang Song enjoyed the happiness that money brought him.

"Lane, get a batch of love action actresses from Japan later, make sure they're ugly, and bring Deadpool over! Find a few photographers and make some good movies for him!"

Drinking red wine, Tang Song recalled Deadpool's words just now and said through gritted teeth.

Lane looked at his Boss's expression, which was a mix of anger and laughter, and immediately marked this matter as a top priority, keeping it in mind.

He decided to handle it immediately. Once the Japanese actresses were brought over, he would personally go and grab Deadpool to film the movies.

Leaving this matter to the subordinates was truly unreliable. If Deadpool ran away, the Boss might make him take his place...

Just thinking about that scene, Lane felt a shiver.

......

On the large, soft bed, Tang Song lay alone, looking at the moonlight in the dark night through the skylight.

Maria Hill was a casual move of his. If he remembered correctly, in Marvel World, this woman had served as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

With ability and his support, she was enough to control S.H.I.E.L.D. after "Nick Fury's death".

Resurrection from death, a person officially declared dead, should just lie honestly in his coffin.

S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, keeping them under control, Tang Song calculated his plan.

He always had the illusion that he was the mastermind.

Villain, mastermind, did he count?!

Tang Song himself wasn't sure. Coming to the Marvel World, he neither wanted to be a street vigilante like Spider-Man nor was he interested in destroying the world.

What he wanted was freedom and ease, unrestrained freedom...

To be a rich and influential long-lived being, pursue strength, enjoy life, and if possible, he wanted to go back to the world he came from and see.

"Supernatural Items, I wonder what S.H.I.E.L.D. has collected? The Cosmic Cube, that kind of hidden gem, Nick Fury, that Nick Fury, definitely won't take it out!

The Space Gem, I really want it, but that thing can be used by people to open doors on the other side. Holding it now is a time bomb!"

While Tang Song was thinking about what he could squeeze out of Nick Fury.

The Bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. In the moonlight, Selene slowly shed her nightgown, revealing her slender, curvaceous, and sexy figure.

Tang Song half-sat up, leaning against the headboard, admiring the Goddess of the Night before him...

A night without words...

(end of chapter)