Ushuaia – Malvinas International Airport
In front of the busy waiting room, a group of bodyguards in black formed a circle, blocking off a row of private space.
This caused many passengers who were pulling their suitcases into the waiting room to look back frequently.
It actually caused quite a bit of congestion in the waiting area of this small airport.
Several Argentine federal airport police officers rushed over upon hearing the news, and Fox went forward with two bodyguards to negotiate.
When a bodyguard cryptically slipped a stack of small green papers with Franklin's name printed on them into the hands of a sheriff.
The sheriff was very friendly and expressed his honor that Boss Tang and his team could come to Ushuaia.
We also apologize for the unpleasant experience that the chaotic airport order has brought to Mr. Tang and others.
After the pleasantries, the sheriff took a few of his subordinates to restore order at the airport.
Obviously, the Confederation was not loved by everyone, but Franklin was loved by everyone.
Compared to the Argentine peso, the green Franklin is obviously more popular.
With the maintenance of several airport police officers, the square in front of the waiting room returned to calm.
Tang Song embraced the Baroness and patted her breasts as she moaned.
"Okay, I'm leaving! After you finish dealing with things here, you and White Ghost can go directly back to Cobra Base. I have already said hello to Charles as for Weyland Industries.
Weyland Industries can lend the rocket launch platform leased from the federal government to Cobra. When you go back, find a way to develop a design program for the Zeus system!"
Tang Song felt the softness between his fingers and looked at Bai Youling at the same time. It was obvious that his words were not just for Anna to hear.
The White Ghost nodded to indicate that he understood.
The Zeus system is an outer space ground attack system designed by Cobra Commander, according to the information Tang Song learned from Anna.
Cobra Commander planned to launch several satellites into low-Earth orbit. The satellites would be equipped with tungsten rods weighing several tons. The potential energy of the falling tungsten rods would be used to impact and destroy several cities in order to deter other countries and achieve the goal of dominating the world.
However, this set of words was obviously just what the commander used to fool his subordinates.
Just think about it, the so-called tungsten rod attack relies entirely on the kinetic energy generated by its rapid descent to impact and destroy.
According to the law of conservation of energy, the most ideal situation in the motion process is that the gravitational potential energy of the tungsten rod is completely converted into kinetic energy.
When a one-ton tungsten rod returns to Earth from a height of one thousand kilometers, its final energy is only equivalent to the energy of a little more than two tons of TNT explosives. It is just a more powerful bomb.
To achieve the level of a nuclear weapon that can destroy a city, a 10,000-ton tungsten rod would be needed under ideal circumstances.
However, the international space station built by more than a dozen countries around the world has not yet published data exceeding 10,000 tons.
Of course, nothing is absolute. If we can overcome the technical barriers, the tungsten rod can reach a very high speed by infinitely electrifying it.
Although the tungsten rod is not big at this time, its energy is amazing, and its destructive power is infinitely increased at this time.
When the relative speed of the earth reaches a certain value, it is possible to blow up the earth, not to mention a city. Of course, this is a theoretical result.
In fact, the energy source of infinitely accelerated objects is a big problem, and the method of acceleration is also difficult to solve.
However, this is the Marvel world where black technology is everywhere. Although Tang Song thinks that Cobra Commander's so-called tungsten rod attack is just empty talk, what if
This is also the reason why he asked Bai Youling and the other person to come up with a design plan for the Zeus system.
If this system is real, the satellite launch will continue as usual, except that Cobra will have multiple owners!
"When you and Anna return to the Cobra base, be careful. I will send people to assist you. If things are impossible, use the Skeleton Monster!"
Tang Song patted Bai Youling's shoulder.
"Yes, boss!"
… … …
In the VIP lounge of the airport, a bodyguard in black pushed open the door of the VIP lounge, and two bodyguards in black suits cleared the way.
Tang Song, leaning on a cane and wearing a red dress, with Fox, who was dressed sexy and charming, holding his arm, walked in and immediately attracted the attention of others in the VIP room.
The airport is not big, but the VIP lounge is very large and the interior is quite stylish.
There were not many people in the VIP room. Two blond-haired and blue-eyed waitresses dressed in stewardess uniforms were serving coffee and drinks.
Black stockings paired with stewardess uniforms, it can only be said that the airport's senior management really understands men's minds.
In the VIP room, large sofas are arranged in groups of two, making the space very comfortable.
Several people were scattered around the VIP room, keeping a distance from each other so as not to disturb each other.
The entry of Tang Song and his group immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the VIP room.
After all, these days, except for some politicians from various countries, even some billionaires rarely travel with bodyguards.
"Hey, Mickey, it's a big fat fish. It looks much bigger than the target. Should we change our plan?"
In a corner of the VIP room, a young white guy in a jacket looked up at Tang Song. His eyes swept across Tang Song's clothes and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Don't make trouble, Danny,"
The black man sitting on the sofa next to him was holding an airport magazine in his hand, with his legs crossed, flipping through the cover of the magazine from time to time.
"Pay attention to his bodyguards. They are all powerful characters. You should know that our team has its own rules. Don't easily provoke people you can't afford to offend. This will kill everyone in the team!"
Taking advantage of the cover of the magazine cover, the black man in the purple suit glared at the young white guy.
The young white guy curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but according to his companions, he took the opportunity to carefully observe the movements of the bodyguards while drinking coffee.
This observation immediately made him realize that he was a well-known short-term scammer in London.
The fraud business requires a lot of observation and discernment skills.
Over the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee, he learned a lot from the positions, walking movements, and vigilance of these bodyguards in black suits.
"Who is this guy? The bodyguards that accompanied the congressman we met last time didn't look as powerful as these guys in black suits!"
After just a few observations, a bodyguard in a black suit seemed to notice his gaze, and the white guy quickly lowered his head to drink his coffee.
"It's none of our business," the man in the purple suit glanced aside under the cover of the black magazine.
In the direction of his eyes, on another set of sofas a few meters away, a fat man who looked to weigh almost 200 pounds was hugging a beautiful woman in a low-cut dress and chatting and laughing.
The woman leaned close to the fat white man's ear, as if whispering something to him. The woman's face was facing the black man, and she exchanged a glance with him inconspicuously.
"It took us a few months to get our target hooked, and Ash had already set up everything we needed in New York.
We can get at least 5 million pounds from this vote, and I don't want any accidents! Understand?"
The black man retracted his gaze and gave the white guy a warning look.
"Okay! You are the boss, you have the final say!" The white guy shrugged!
While the waiter was pouring coffee, he glanced at Fox who was sitting in Tang Song's arms.
Around her fair neck, there was a platinum necklace with a sapphire in the middle of the hollow diamonds that sparkled brightly under the light.
… …
These few petty thieves did not attract much attention from Boss Tang.
On the table in front of the sofa, a waiter asked for his opinion and then brought a few cups of coffee and some Argentine specialties.
There was a small buffet restaurant in the VIP room. At Tang Song's signal, several bodyguards took turns going to the restaurant to dine.
It takes eleven hours to fly from Argentina to New York, and the small airport in Ushuaia does not have any idle planes to provide charter services.
This forced Tang Song to book a direct flight from Ushuaia to New York.
Two people squeezed into the wide sofa, and Fox almost leaned half of his body in Tang Song's arms, holding the food box in one hand and feeding Boss Tang with various delicacies with the other.
"Well, this one is good. Let me have another one!" Tang Song took a bite of the pie that looked like a leek dumpling.
This is a local snack in Ushuaia that is filled with ground beef, pork, chicken or ham, cheese and vegetables.
It is seasoned with spices like chili, salt and cumin and finally deep-fried.
Fox smiled and picked up another one from the food box and handed it to Boss Tang's mouth.
Tang Song finished the pie in two or three bites, and accidentally sucked Fox's two fingers...
About half an hour later, a waiter came to Tang Song's sofa, leaned over, and whispered to Boss Tang from a distance through the bodyguards:
"Are you Mr. Song Tang? It's time for you to board the plane! Please go to the VIP boarding gate to board the plane!"
… … … …
New York, night, an alley in Brooklyn.
A red truck parked sideways blocked the entrance to the alley.
In the alley, a group of fully armed soldiers stood with guns in hand. The solemn atmosphere frightened a middle-aged man with ragged clothes and a beard into looking terrified.
He looked at the group of people, not knowing what was waiting for him.
He was just a "mole man" who was suddenly caught here and had no idea why, which made him inexplicably frightened.
The so-called mole people are not some alien race, but a group of homeless marginalized people in society.
Living in the abandoned subway tunnels and sewers beneath the most prosperous areas of New York City, they lead a dark life like moles.
According to incomplete statistics, there are about 2,000 "mole people" in New York today.
For various reasons, they entered abandoned subway tunnels and sewers and found a place to live.
Living a life of poverty, danger, but relative freedom, often staying for decades...
Martin has been the Mole Man for five years. He is originally from Cuba.
I have been in the federation for almost 30 years. I sneaked into Florida from Cuba on a small boat.
When he first arrived at Federation, he also dreamed of living a better life, but the reality was very cruel. He worked in many jobs, but he could not keep any of them for long.
Gradually, as he got older, it became increasingly difficult for Martin to find a suitable job.
With no source of income, he had no choice but to wander the streets. Martin initially lived in a government relief station.
But I soon discovered that there was a mix of good and bad people there. If you stayed there you would either be bullied or robbed, fights were a common occurrence, and there was a large group of drug addicts and criminals ready to make a move.
After staying in the shelter on and off for a few years, Martin finally couldn't bear it anymore and returned to wandering the streets again.
During this wandering, he met many friends who had similar experiences. One of them happened to be the rumored "Mole Tribe".
He told Martin that he had already found a great place, a sewer in an abandoned subway tunnel.
So Martin officially became a member of the "Mole Tribe" and lived there for five years.
To be honest, life in the sewer is not too difficult. There is a supermarket not far from where he lives, and a lot of food that is about to expire is thrown out every day.
With these barely edible foods, Martin was basically able to be "self-sufficient".
He often joked that these were foods given by God.
Just now, when Martin was picking up the food given by "God", he was pointed at a gun by two black men, put into a truck and brought here.
Just as Martin was getting anxious, a black Mercedes-Benz drove over from the other side of the alley with its lights on.
The blinding light made Martin cover his eyes with his hands.
Bang!
The sounds of two car doors opening and closing were heard, followed by footsteps. Under the light, Martin, with his head down, saw three figures standing in front of him.
"Mr. Lane, it's him. This mole knows the whereabouts of the group of people you are looking for!"
Martin heard the familiar voice and couldn't help but turn his head to look.
In the shadows, a dark, thin figure stood there, pointing his finger straight at him.
Martin recognized him. This was a black gangster who frequented the supermarket all year round and bought everything for free. The only interaction between the two was that Martin once caught him shopping for free and beat him up.
"You know the whereabouts of those werewolves!"
Before Martin could figure out what was going on, a low but gentle voice sounded.
Martin turned around, and after his eyes adjusted to the light, he finally saw the three people in front of him clearly.
The leader was a two-meter-tall white man of German descent, with short silver-white flat hair. He was wearing a tuxedo with a suit vest underneath and a pair of white gloves.
To his left was a burly man in a skull shirt, with a fierce look on his face, playing with a catapult knife at his fingertips.
The last one was a gorgeous girl in a black leather windbreaker, very beautiful, Martin couldn't describe it...
"Do you know the whereabouts of those werewolves!?"
A gentle voice brought Martin back to reality, and he shook his head tremblingly.
"I, I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Hmm?" Ryan looked at the thin black man beside him.
The thin black man was startled, rushed directly to Martin, and asked loudly:
"Fuck, didn't you say that? Have you ever seen a group of people in the sewers howling when the moon is full?"
"Really? I don't remember. I didn't say that. No!"
Looking at the guy who had beaten him up, Martin's eyes revealed hatred and he shook his head and denied it repeatedly.
"You clearly said it. Just two days ago, I was at the entrance of the alley, and I clearly heard you say..."
The skinny black man was so anxious that he almost jumped up. If Lai En hadn't been here, he would have pounced on Martin and grabbed his neck to question him.
"alright!"
Ryan waved his hand and asked the thin black man to step aside. He looked at the Mole Man in front of him with a smile.
"Have you ever seen that group of werewolves? This information is very important to me. If your information is useful, you will get a decent job and an apartment with free rent for five years!"
Martin looked at Ryan and hesitated for a moment: "I did see a group of people. They were very strong and violent. Not far from where I live, in the sewer under another abandoned subway station..."
"very good!"
Lai En clapped his hands, "Then please show us the way. When it's done, you will get what you want!"
Martin staggered along with several soldiers into a commercial vehicle.
"Mr. Ryan!"
Just as Ryan opened the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz, the skinny black man who had been huddled aside, not daring to make a sound, called out timidly.
Lai En turned around and glanced at him: "You are Billy's man, right? Go back and tell him to take 50,000 US dollars from the account!"
"Thank you, Mr. Ryan, thank you, Mr. Ryan!"
The thin black man showed a look of ecstasy on his face and kept thanking Lai En.
"The boss will be back tomorrow. He will be very happy if I give him these werewolves as gifts!"
In the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz, Lane closed his eyes and rested, while Frank drove silently following the business car in front.