Sir, you should come and find a live one!"
Phil Coulson and Agent Hill are discussing the origins of these militants.
At this time, a police car drove in front of the two of them, and a burly white policeman leaned out of the window and greeted them.
Phil Coulson and Agent Hill looked at each other, got into the police officer's car, and followed him to the interstate.
The police car had just left when the gravel in a depression on the hillside suddenly rolled and a large lizard in the shape of a human suddenly stood up. The color of its body kept changing with the gravel and vegetation around it, like a large chameleon.
The card soldier looked at a group of policemen who were cleaning up the battlefield on the interstate highway in the distance. He simply crawled down on all fours and rushed towards the direction of the interstate highway.
... ... ..
"Sir, judging from his condition, he only has one breath left. There is no need for any treatment!"
On Interstate 66, two young policemen stared at the white thug lying on a stretcher with resentment.
Both were SWAT police officers who came from Albuquerque for support.
The city of Albuquerque is not too big, and they know everyone in the entire police system, but when they see a group of familiar colleagues turned into corpses, they can't help but feel a little sad.
Moreover, the SWAT team's armed helicopter was just shot down by gangsters, and they lost four teammates.
If someone hadn't stopped them, the two special police officers would have wanted to shoot the gangster in the head right then and there, let alone carry a stretcher.
"Listen to me, boys. Only by rescuing him can we find clues about those thugs and avenge our dead colleagues!"
Phil Coulson kindly calmed the two young special police officers.
Then he bent down and examined the gunman's body.
On the stretcher, the gunman was covered in blood and blood foam was spurting out of his mouth.
Fortunately, the bulletproof vest blocked most of the damage to his body. He was only suffering from excessive blood loss and some of his ribs might have been broken by bullets.
"Perhaps we can find clues from the bulletproof vests on these people. This kind of heavy bulletproof vest is contraband in the Federation, and not many people can get it!"
The white policeman following Hill came close to Agent Hill and expressed his views in a flattering manner, his eyes occasionally glancing at Hill's graceful figure.
This burly white policeman is the squadron leader of the Albuquerque SWAT team, and he seems to have a good impression of Agent Hill.
Agent Hill glanced at him and ordered bluntly, "Officer, I need you to organize a rescue operation. I need two rescue helicopters!"
The white policeman walked aside angrily, took out his walkie-talkie and started contacting the rescue helicopter.
Send away the police who are in the way.
Agent Hill watched as two young SWAT officers carried the injured gunman to an open area to wait for the arrival of the rescue helicopter.
"Where is Brock Rumlow? I need to arrange for a mind reader to interrogate him immediately!" she asked Phil Coulson.
Phil Coulson stood with his hands on his hips as he looked at the dozen bodies covered with white cloth that the rescue team had carried out from the battlefield on the highway:
"I placed him in a temporary safe house in Albuquerque. It's very safe! I'll take you there later!"
"Hill, these people are well-trained, they don't look like ordinary gangsters. Do you think they are their people? "
Phil Coulson was a little hesitant as he thought about the powerful firepower and tactical level they had demonstrated when facing the group of thugs just now.
I suspect it's someone from Hydra.
"Not likely!" Hill crossed his arms, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "If the video really fell into their hands, they would not have to launch this attack!"
"Unless this drug dealer is an important figure, but I have checked his information and found that he is just a drug dealer who immigrated from Mexico. It is impossible for him to have any connection with Hydra!"
"But it doesn't matter. With the mind reader here, we will soon know the identity and true purpose of this group of people!" Agent Hill said, looking at the gunman wearing an oxygen mask in the distance.
What is that
Hill's eyes inadvertently swept past the stretcher, and suddenly he saw that the gravel ground seemed to move, with a double shadow moving towards the gunman's stretcher.
not good!
Agent Hill pulled out a pistol from his waist and without saying a word, he fired several shots at the open space next to the stretcher.
The gunshot startled everyone present. The police officers and detectives drew their pistols and looked in the direction where the gunshot came from.
"Enemy attack!"
"Next to the stretcher, that thing will become invisible!" Agent Hill first shouted to everyone, and then said to Phil Coulson who also took out a pistol next to him.
Enemy attack? Several policemen and rescue team members standing near the stretcher watched Hill point his gun at them, and looked around vigilantly with their guns held high.
But there was an empty wilderness all around, with nothing in sight, and no sign of the enemy.
A man wearing a fire suit, apparently a member of the rescue team who had just arrived, obviously did not see the scene where Agent Hill was operating the Vulcan cannon to fire down from the helicopter.
He joked to his companion next to him.
"It looks like this rookie has never experienced such a bloody scene before. He is terrified!"
"It's a monster!"
His colleague who was pulling the fire hose next to him looked at the empty space beside the road where the stretcher was placed and suddenly screamed.
monster!
The firefighter followed his colleague's gaze and saw a human-shaped lizard over two meters tall emerging from nowhere.
They began to ruthlessly slaughter the special police officers next to the stretcher.
... ...
The lizard serum developed by Professor Connors uses the genes of many types of lizards, some of which carry the chameleon's mimicry and stealth genes.
The lizard-like card soldier lurked near the stretcher with the help of his mimicry, and it was as if he was wearing a natural optical camouflage.
Hidden from nearby police.
He originally wanted to secretly kill the injured training camp gunman and leave quietly.
Unexpectedly, the traces were discovered by a sharp-eyed female agent.
He simply cancelled his invisibility and knocked a special police officer guarding the stretcher aside with one punch. He then withstood the gunfire from several pistols and reached for the throat of the gunman from the training camp with his big hands.
The Black Demon Special Forces have no habit of abandoning their teammates, and the boss will not abandon his subordinates at will.
However, the mind reader mentioned by the two agents forced him to ruthlessly kill the training camp gunman to avoid causing trouble for his boss.
"Fire"
“Bang, bang, bang—”
Faced with the lizard men that appeared out of nowhere, the police were terrified and started shooting at the card soldiers.
The lizard soldier put one arm in front of his eyes, allowing the bullets to hit his hard lizard skin. His other big hand grabbed the gunman's neck.
Kacha!
… …
“Bang, bang, bang…”
Agent Hill and Phil Coulson ran towards the card soldiers while firing, but they were obviously a step too late.
After silencing the seriously injured training camp gunman, the card soldier used his thick lizard tail to lash a SWAT officer who was blocking the road to the side, and then rushed directly into the wilderness.
"Helicopter, hurry up, take off and surround this mutant monster!"
Seeing the green figure running towards the wasteland, several sheriffs who had just reacted waved their arms and called for the helicopter to take off...
Agent Hill and Phil Coulson were already at the stretcher, pistols drawn.
Phil Coulson checked the condition of the gunman on the stretcher, touched his neck which was almost broken in two, and shook his head helplessly at Agent Hill.
"Are you still..."
Hill was about to say something, but suddenly came to his senses and looked around cautiously.
Phil Coulson pointed to his phone and gave her a knowing look.
… …
In the wilderness jungle, the Red Eight soldiers abandoned several jeeps and took six training camp gunners, shuttling through the jungle along the established evacuation route.
This dense forest is connected to the Rocky Mountains. As long as they enter the Rocky Mountains, no matter how many police officers they have, they will not be able to find them.
… … …
Hive Base in Raccoon Town, New York
A newly built laboratory on the lower level of the base, with an area of several thousand square meters, is divided into several culture rooms.
Each culture room covers hundreds of square meters and is equipped with a brand-new environmental simulation system.
It is similar to the system that Boss Tang used when he was an intern at Osborne Group, and can simulate various natural environments.
However, these environmental simulation systems are obviously larger and more comprehensive than the one in Osborne Building.
Of course, the cost is naturally higher.
These simulation systems were all custom-made and purchased at a total cost of 40 million US dollars.
In the culture room marked with Arabic numeral 1, Tang Song, wearing a white coat, was looking at the situation in the culture room through the transparent observation window.
This cultivation room simulates the environment of the Borneo tropical rainforest in terms of vegetation, temperature and humidity.
In the simulated swamp, several giant pythons with yellow and green patterns were looming in the water, causing waves.
However, Tang Song's attention was obviously not on these giant pythons. His eyes were fixed on the green branches on the rock wall.
"Boss, these are the vines of the blood orchid. We have simulated its growth environment and tested it. The plants are currently developing well!"
When Boss Tang came to the laboratory, Professor Connors naturally took the responsibility of explaining the situation.
"How long does it bloom?" Tang Song asked, looking at the green scenery without any red vines.
Professor Connors replied: "Seven years, the flowering period of this plant is seven years, it blooms once every seven years!
However, your people have collected enough research samples, and everything is going smoothly with the research..."
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After coming out of the laboratory, Tang Song got on the car back to the manor. He had just personally experimented with the effect of the blood orchid's plant genes on the genes of subject zero.
The effect was obvious. After adding the plant genes of the blood orchid, the cell division of subject No. 0 was greatly alleviated.
Once the experiment is successful, a group of genetic warriors injected with serum zero can basically guarantee that Tang Song can walk sideways on the earth!
Tang Song sat in the back seat of a stretched Rolls-Royce, with his feet resting on the seat, smoking a big cigar comfortably.
Unfortunately, there are not enough blood orchids. The first batch of serum must be injected into Kane, Lai En and others.
The essence of the transformation of gods and demons is to develop the genes of gods and demons in the blood. There is definitely no ancient bloodline of gods and demons in this world.
But after injecting the Ghidorah serum, can the God-Demon Transformation develop the genes of the titan beast Ghidorah
With the God-Demon Transformation and the King Ghidorah Serum, could it be that they will all transform into the complete form of King Ghidorah
While smoking a cigar, Tang Song thought of this possibility, but then he thought about the real body of King Ghidorah that he had seen in the Antarctic Imperial Organization.
Although the complete form of King Ghidorah may not be as good as Odin, an interstellar overlord at the level of the Father God.
But the destructive power is not much different...
It would be a good thing if Kane and the others could possess the power of the complete form of Ghidorah!
At the same time, Tang Song was smoking and thinking about other things.
From that few minutes of video, we can see that the plot of the Marvel world is not static.
As his influence grows, the Marvel plots in his memory may not be accurate anymore.
God knows what impact the storm brought about by this butterfly appearing in the world will have on the world.
Now it is Nick Fury who has discovered the Hydra hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D. in advance.
What if, influenced by him, in the Avengers, the person who came out of the space gate in New York was not the Chitauri but Thanos, which would be really funny.
No, we have to expand our power.
The first thing is to expand the scale of the training camp. Although there are more than 300 elite soldiers now,
But compared with those old and powerful security companies, Tang Security Company is nothing in terms of number of people.
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Money, money is not a problem. Li Wen has been busy for a while recently.
Another batch of fake euros is about to flow into continental Europe.
The profits from other businesses are pretty good, so money is not a problem.
Well, Kane is a good fighter, but he is too good at other things. Basically, he knows nothing. He still needs to hone his skills.
Frank is the same. Apart from fighting and killing, everything else still depends on Lai En...
The matter of the inner world can't be delayed any longer. Once things in Washington are resolved, I have to go to Iceland in person.
By the way, Kane went to Washington, and I don’t know how his conversation with White Ghost went.
It's strange, what is the intention of the Cobra organization in assassinating the King of Wakanda? Could it be that they are eyeing the commission
… … …
In a large independent courtyard in Washington, this is a temporary base of Cobra.
White Ghost and the ninjas he trained were stationed in this courtyard at this time.
On the roof of the courtyard, White Ghost and Kane sat on the edge of the roof.
There were dozens of red-clad ninjas scattered around the yard below.
"According to intelligence, the king of Wakanda will arrive in Washington today. Hasn't your commander arrived yet?" Kane played with the high-powered revolver in his hand.
White Ghost was gently wiping the adamantium sword in his hand with a white cloth.
"Cobra Commander didn't give us accurate information this time. He just asked us to assemble in Washington!"
"I think right now in Washington, apart from the powerful King of Wakanda, there is no other target for us to mobilize so many people."
"That would be great! The order my boss gave me is to cooperate with you to assassinate the King of Wakanda, and at the same time help you take over Cobra!" Kane said in a deep voice.
"I can handle my own problems myself!" After swinging the sword backhand, White Ghost put the adamantium samurai sword, which he had wiped several times, back into its sheath.
Kane pushed bullets into the cylinder of his large-caliber revolver without saying a word.
At this time, the sound of car tires rubbing against the ground came from outside the yard.
A group of red-clad ninjas grasped the hilts of their swords and looked outside warily.
"One of our own!"
White Ghost looked at the row of seven extended black Lincoln cars parked outside and gestured to the ninjas in the yard.
At this time, three or five tall men in black suits and neat ties got out of each car.
The door of the Lincoln car in the middle opened, and a man dressed in a black leather jacket, wrapped tightly with a silver-white mask on his face, stepped out.
"He is Cobra Commander!"
The White Ghost whispered to Kane.
Kane swung the revolver in his hand and said in a muffled voice: "I'll kill him now!"
Seeing that Kane didn't seem to be joking, White Ghost quickly stopped him:
"The boss is interested in one of his studies, he can't die now!"
After hearing what White Ghost said, Kane frowned and put away his pistol.
The White Ghost jumped off the roof and went out with Kane and several red-clothed ninjas.
Seeing White Ghost and the men he brought, Cobra Commander nodded to White Ghost with satisfaction: "It seems you came just in time!"
His gaze lingered on Kane for a moment. After all, among a group of skinny ninjas, there stood a guy who looked more burly than a brown bear.
It's hard not to get his attention!
"This is one of my capable subordinates. You said that the mission required some strong men, so I brought him here specially!"
White Ghost looked at Cobra Commander and seemed to be interested in Kane, and explained.
Cobra Commander hummed!
"Yes, this mission does require some strong manpower!"
"Today I received news that the King of Wakanda has arrived in Washington! When do we take action!?" White Ghost asked, raising his samurai sword.
The Cobra Commander laughed loudly, his voice muffled through his silver mask:
"King of Wakanda, no no, he is not our target!"
"Not the King of Wakanda!" White Ghost looked at Cobra Commander in confusion.
"I named this plan Changing the Day..."
At this point, Cobra Commander did not hide White Ghost's intentions.
He shared his plan with White Ghost.
"I have received news that after this secret meeting,
The President of the Federation will personally go to the hotel where the King of Wakanda is staying to meet him. He is our target!"
The "he" that Cobra Commander was referring to certainly could not be the King of Wakanda.
Assassinate the Federal President.
White Ghost was somewhat surprised by Cobra Commander's plan.
He was not shocked by the assassination of the federal president.
Many federal presidents have died in assassinations.
What he couldn't understand was what benefit assassinating the federal president would bring to the Cobra organization.
"This plan is to help our ally get the presidency!"
Cobra Commander seemed to see White Ghost's confusion and explained, but didn't say much more.
At his command, a group of Snake Eyes soldiers began to move several closed boxes from the car.
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Washington, D.C., almost as Cobra Commander arrived in Washington.
More than a dozen black official cars were parked outside the Blair State Guesthouse.
A stern-looking short-haired man was guarding the official car with a dozen members of the SHIELD elite team.
A SHIELD agent in a black suit opened the door of an official car.
An old black man in his fifties, escorted by several black women, got out of the car and walked into the Blair State Guesthouse.
The Blair House is located diagonally across from the White House. It is where the federal summits are held and where the president receives foreign heads of state and political celebrities.
By placing the meeting place here, it can be seen that although it is a secret meeting, the Federal Government still attaches great importance to this meeting.
Of course, if it were the old Wakanda, as a poor small country in East Africa, it would naturally not have received such treatment.
Because of the previous disguise, in the eyes of the outside world, Wakanda is the same as other East African countries.
Poverty, backwardness, a small African country that relies on UN relief funds for survival.
This is the stereotype that all countries have about Wakanda, of course this is based on the premise that they know that Wakanda is a little-known country.
Wakanda’s greatest use in the past might have been to serve as a headcount in United Nations voting!
Everything changed when Boss Tang, hiding behind the scenes, exposed Wakanda's disguise and a coalition of the world's five major gangsters declared war on Wakanda.
Not to mention the outcome of the war between the coalition forces and Wakanda, before the war and during the stalemate phase of the war, one could be surprised by the technological and military level demonstrated by Wakanda.
The UN Security Council launched a detailed investigation into Wakanda.
The five gangsters joined forces to investigate a country and soon reaped the rewards!
Discover that this country is low-key for a reason.
Wakanda not only has rare metals, high-tech weapons and advanced education, but also has its own intelligence agency PRIDE.
Intelligence agencies around the world
According to the results of the CIA investigation, the reason why Africa does not have a strong country is Wakanda's fault.
They secretly started wars to prevent African unification.
Well, as to whether it is true or not, no one has investigated it deeply.
Anyway, this is one of the reasons why the Federation went to war on Wakanda.
Just like the report provided by French agents, it is suspected that global warming is related to Wakanda's secret research.
All they need is an excuse!
Compared to the other four, the rabbits are a little more shameless. They are going to send representatives to pursue Wakanda for the loan fraud.
This is true. A few years ago, the Rabbit family deposited a sum of money into Africa, and a lot of it was never recovered, including Wakanda.
I thought you couldn't afford it, but I didn't expect you were just pretending to be poor. I'm sorry, please settle the compensation for mental damage and loss of work time.
The reason was there, but we didn't expect this black man to be so good at fighting. The war entered a stalemate and the problem could only be solved through negotiation.
… …
At the entrance of the hotel, the current Federal Secretary of State Francis Underwood saw T'Chaka approaching and hurriedly went up to him and gave him a polite hug.
For a moment, T'Chaka was overwhelmed by the Secretary of State's enthusiasm.
"Welcome, Your Majesty T'Chaka. I have a feeling that your arrival will bring good luck to the Federation!"
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Secretary!”
Although he was surprised by Francis Underwood's enthusiasm, T'Chaka still showed due courtesy to the Federal Secretary of State.
After Francis Underwood hugged T'Chaka with a rosy face, he walked into the hotel surrounded by a group of security personnel.
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In the hotel guest room, Natasha, wearing a black tight combat uniform, was leading two security personnel to check each room with instruments for possible eavesdropping and video recording devices.
What the two SHIELD agents who were walking in front of Natasha with the instruments didn't notice was that
Following behind them, Natasha ran her fingers along the walls of the hotel. Every time she passed a hidden corner, she flicked her fingertips and a miniature eavesdropping device or camera was embedded there.
These eavesdropping devices were high-tech products that she seized from a secret laboratory in Western Europe while on a mission. They were less than three millimeters in size.
It will remain in standby mode until it is activated. Once activated, its energy level is enough to sustain operation for two hours.
Two times are enough for these miniature eavesdropping devices to capture some important information.
… … …
There is a small conference room in the Blair State Guesthouse. Hanging in the room are photos of successive federal presidents and oil paintings of celebrities. The layout of the conference room is very solemn.
A contact that was not quite a formal talk took place in this small meeting.
"Wakanda wants to become a permanent member of the World Security Council?!"
Francis Underwood looked at the fat black man sitting on the sofa. Although he had already received the news between Britain and France,
Francis Underwood was still somewhat shocked by T'Chaka's bold idea.
"King T'Chaka, you must know that there are only five permanent seats on the World Security Council. This was the case when it was created, and it will always be the case.
Wakanda's technological level is very high, but considering your population and international influence, it is impossible for you to become a permanent member of the Security Council!"
"Nothing is absolute! Mr. Secretary of State, the United States and Russia will vote in favor of Wakanda's entry into the United Nations. Now only the Federation is left, which is why I am visiting."
T'Chaka spread his hands and said, "As long as the Federation can also vote in favor at the World Security Council's voting meeting, then Wakanda's entry into the UN Security Council will be a foregone conclusion!"
As we all know, there are actually only three of the five permanent members of the World Security Council.
*The United States and Russia will vote in favor. Francis Underwood was shocked when he heard what T'Chaka said.
As a seasoned politician, he could already imagine the intricate political dealings behind the two affirmative votes.
"What can Wakanda give?"
Francis Underwood is thinking about Wakanda's investments in China and Russia.
If the United States and Russia obtained Wakanda's technology first, the two countries would surpass the Federation.
Even if his plan succeeds, he will never be re-elected.
What Francis Underwood needs to consider is the benefits he will gain from making this happen.
"Wakanda will take out a portion of its vibranium as a market quota for circulation to the Federation, and will also share a portion of its vibranium technology!"
T'Chaka adjusted his glasses and said, "At the same time, I hope that the Secretary of State can lobby the Federal Congress on my behalf to end this war as soon as possible.
This battlefield was not started by us Wakandans, but by a mysterious organization."
"We have already caught the organization behind this." T'Chaka looked at Francis Underwood meaningfully. "Speaking of which, there is a person in this organization that Mr. Secretary of State must be familiar with!"
"Acquaintance?" Francis Underwood was a little confused.
"The name Bucky Barnes, does it sound familiar to you, Mr. Secretary? Wakanda was invaded some time ago, and we captured an unexpected person."
"Mr. Barnes, a member of the Roaring Commandos and a close friend of Captain America Steve Rogers, has been brainwashed by that mysterious organization," said T'Chaka.
"We are waking him up. Once Mr. Barnes is awake, we will be able to find out who is behind this."
T'Chaka said, "Mr. Secretary, we and the Federation have a common enemy, don't we!"
Barnes? Francis Underwood was not very familiar with the name Bucky.
When he heard T'Chaka mention the last name Barnes, he suddenly remembered his secretary.
"I will report this matter to the president!" Francis Underwood nodded, his face solemn, showing that he took it very seriously.
"Your Majesty, for the sake of friendship between our two countries, I propose that we host a cocktail party in the hotel after this meeting!"
"Cocktail party!" T'Chaka didn't quite understand what Francis Underwood meant.
Francis Underwood explained: "Your Majesty should be familiar with our federal political system. At the reception, I will invite some people who can really influence the federal structure, such as the chairman of the Federal Reserve and some..."
T'Chaka nodded in understanding.
"Then thank you, Mr. Secretary of State!"
Francis Underwood chatted with T'Chaka for a while, and they exchanged ideas.
Francis Underwood asked the hotel about King T'Chaka's living arrangements before saying goodbye to T'Chaka and leaving.
It is naturally impossible for a secret meeting to be concluded so quickly. This meeting was just a test before the talks between the two sides began.
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"Yes, Mr. President, King T'Chaka wants to host a reception after the talks!"
"I know about the secret talks, but Wakanda is very determined. The United States and Russia have reached a secret agreement with Wakanda. I think we can't fall behind...
Good! I will do a good job of security!"
Francis Underwood, sitting in the back seat of a bulletproof car, put down the phone in his hand and smiled a triumphant smile on his face.