Tang Song drove the sports car into Pennsylvania Avenue. This street, known as Federal Street, connects the White House and the Federal Capitol, and can be said to be the heart of the federal political center.
(Fun fact: Pennsylvania Avenue is also the site of official parades and private protests!)
Tang Song drove his sports car along Pennsylvania Avenue all the way towards the White House. There were not many people on Pennsylvania Avenue at this time.
It seems that there is no decent demonstration today.
It seems that those environmentalists, animal protectionists, and anti-racism activists are still not very supportive.
It was a bit regrettable that Tang Song said that.
He has been in this world for more than three years, but he has yet to see any federal demonstrations. This should be quite interesting.
But he could have someone organize a demonstration.
Reasons? To protect rare alien species? To support the legalization of lesbianism
Tang Song glanced at the little rascal beside him, or, was he against discrimination against mutants
By organizing a parade against discrimination against mutants, you can take the opportunity to win the favor of Magneto and the mutants.
As for the mutant community, except for a few powerful people, there are few people Tang Song can take seriously.
The abilities of mutants come from the X gene in their bodies. In the Marvel world where black technology is everywhere, it is not difficult to clone and copy this gene.
If Tang Song remembers correctly, in the original plot, there was a Colonel Stryker in the Ministry of National Defense who had achieved many research results.
Even in the later period, there appeared an antidote to suppress the abilities of mutants, as well as Sentinel robots.
Compared with the strength shown by those mutants, the Sentinel robot, which combines the various abilities of mutants, can even be said to be not inferior to Tony Stark's Iron Man suit.
By the way, who is the scientist who developed the sentinel robot
Tang Song was very interested in the sentinel robot, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't remember who developed the sentinel robot.
It’s not that his memory is bad, but he never paid attention to this aspect when he was on Earth.
I'll ask someone to check it out later, Tang Song thought as he drove his sports car closer and closer to the White House.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians along Pennsylvania Avenue, and a large number of police cars appeared on both sides.
There was an anti-explosion police car every ten or so meters, and federal police with police dogs were patrolling back and forth on the avenue. It seemed that nearly half of the street was under martial law.
When they saw Tang Song's sports car, many patrol police cast scrutinizing glances at him.
However, a luxury car worth millions is the best pass, and Tang Song directly stuffed the invitation in front of the windshield of the sports car, which saved him a lot of trouble.
The little rascal sitting in the passenger seat looked at the densely packed federal police on both sides and nervously held on to his seat belt tightly with his hands.
She turned her head to look at Tang Song and really wanted to ask him where he was going and what kind of cocktail party would have such a grand occasion.
As the sports car got closer to the White House, the police on duty on the road were replaced by fully armed National Guards.
The federal National Guard is actually more appropriately described as state troops.
Each state has its own National Guard, which is under the command of the governor, but the Washington National Guard can only be mobilized by the president.
Looking at the dozens of tons of active tanks parked on both sides of the road and the fully armed National Guard soldiers holding assault rifles, the little rascal suddenly had the urge to jump out of the car.
She just wanted to join in the buffet, otherwise she would have to give up the meal.
"Is the drinking party you mentioned here here?"
Looking at the White House which was just around the corner, Xiao Taoqi even wondered whether Tang Song was going to drive the car into the White House.
Fortunately, Tang Song seemed to take her feelings into consideration. He turned the steering wheel and drove the car to the hotel diagonally opposite the White House.
The little rascal looked at the solemn Blair House Hotel in front of him, then turned his head to look at the White House which was just across the street.
Her mouth opened into an O shape and she looked at Tang Song with an incredible expression on her face.
"If the location on the invitation is correct, it should be here!"
Tang Song took out the invitation card that he had casually thrown into the storage box and looked at the address on it.
"1651-1653 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.! That's the right address! Let's go!"
Tang Song parked the sports car directly in front of the Blair State Guesthouse!
At the entrance of Blair State Guesthouse, seven or eight people dressed in black and wearing headsets,
The security personnel, who looked extremely professional, were checking the invitations of the guests coming to the cocktail party and conducting a simple routine inspection.
When Tang Song parked his sports car in the parking space in front of the State Guesthouse, Hawkeye, who was standing at the door of the hotel and directing security work, noticed Tang Song.
He gestured to several SHIELD security personnel and walked towards Tang Song's sports car.
"Are you sure the cocktail party is held here? They won't chase us away, will they?" Little Naughty looked at the black-clad bodyguard walking towards them and nervously grabbed Tang Song's arm.
As Hawkeye, dressed in a black suit and wearing a headset, looking like a professional bodyguard, walked to the side of the sports car, Little Naughty grabbed Tang Song's hand even harder.
"Mr. Tang, long time no see!"
Hawkeye Patton walked towards Tang Song in front of the sports car and greeted him.
He and Tang Song are old acquaintances. Back then on the cruise ship, if Boss Tang had not intervened, he would have been tied up by Magneto and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.
"Agent Barton, is SHIELD responsible for the security this time? Isn't this the job of the Federal Secret Service?"
Tang Song got out of the sports car, greeted Hawkeye, looked at the security guard at the door, and asked curiously.
"The president is still across the street. We are only responsible for the personal safety of the King of Wakanda!" Hawkeye gestured in the direction of the White House across the street and explained to Tang Song.
Tang Song walked to the passenger seat and opened the door for Xiao Taoqi, who then got out of the car holding his hand.
"Mr. Tang, I'll go in with you!"
Hawkeye led the way, taking Tang Song and Xiao Taoqi towards the hotel gate.
At this time, an extended Lincoln sedan stopped directly in front of the hotel.
A graceful middle-aged man, who was obviously in a high position, walked out slowly, surrounded by several beauties.
This old Lincoln sedan is not very expensive, but the identity of the middle-aged man in front of him is a person that many people will never be able to curry favor with in their entire lives.
"He is the current head of the Rockefeller family, David Rockefeller..."
While Hawkeye was introducing the man's identity to Tang Song, he was also vigilantly watching Tang Song's expression and movements.
Because of the security work this time, he studied the guest list for the cocktail party and circled out several unstable factors.
Tang Song, the tycoon of the underground world and the underworld emperor of New York, naturally ranks among the top.
This is also the reason why Hawkeye has always been with Tang Song.
Once Tang Song makes any move that is detrimental to the guests, it is convenient to stop him immediately.
"David Rockefeller, isn't he said to be over 90 years old? How come he looks so young?"
The little naughty girl was originally frightened by this scene, and followed Tang Song timidly and silently. However, when she heard Hawkeye introduce the identity of the middle-aged man, she couldn't help but wonder.
"Because he's rich!" Tang Song looked at the security guards in black uniforms bowing respectfully to the middle-aged man.
Then he sent someone to lead him into the hotel.
"In the Federation, as long as you have money you can realize many wishes, including eternal youth!"
Tang Song smiled and looked down at Xiao Taoqi and explained some science to her.
“After you have money, you will find that there are not many troubles that bother you. If there are any, it is because you don’t have enough money!”
The little naughty nodded, not quite understanding, and then asked in an envious and questioning tone:
"Can eternal youth be achieved with today's technology?"
There is no girl who doesn't want to stay young forever, even if she is a high school girl.
"On the underground black market, a set of cosmetics made with vampire heart blood costs only $200,000. Applying it once a day will keep your face looking the same for three to five years!"
"Vampire, are you kidding me again? It's something from urban legends, how can it really exist?"
The little rascal was so disappointed that he was staring at the window. Tang Song shook his head and smiled without giving any further explanation.
This cosmetic called Blood Face, which is made with vampire heart blood, is the latest product of Hive Laboratory.
Just as he said, a box of cosmetics costing $200,000 can keep a person's appearance unchanged for three to five years.
But a box of Blood Color can only be used for one month at most.
Two hundred thousand US dollars a month. For rich people, the maintenance cost they spend every month is more than this amount.
Due to limited materials, Hive Laboratory only puts 300 sets of Blood Face cosmetics on the black market every month.
Every time, in no more than two minutes, the three hundred sets of Blood Face were sold out.
If it were not limited by raw materials, the popularity of this cosmetic in the underground black market alone would be enough to make Hive Labs self-sufficient in research funds.
The naughty boy thought Tang Song was joking with him, but Hawkeye on the side looked at Tang Song thoughtfully.
But he knew Tang Song's true identity, and it was obvious that Tang Song was not joking about this matter.
He silently memorized the cosmetics made from the vampire's heart blood.
Hawkeye accompanied Tang Song and Xiao Taoqi into the main entrance of the hotel and entered the lobby of the Blair State Guesthouse.
Inside the hotel, a group of elegantly dressed men and women gathered together, greeting each other in extremely polite and extremely hypocritical tones.
From a distance, Tang Song saw a fat black old man standing in the middle of the hall, surrounded by a dozen fat old men, who were like stars surrounding the moon, and were desperately flattering him.
Obviously he is the host of this cocktail party, King T'Chaka of Wakanda.
Surrounding him were the heads of the top financial groups in the upper echelons of the federation. Among this group of people, Tang Song also saw Pepper Potts, who was squeezed at the outermost edge.
Obviously, for the real consortiums such as the Federation, although Stark Industries is developing rapidly and deserves their attention,
But compared to these old-established conglomerates, Stark Industries is still a little short of being a real conglomerate.
In the Federation, a true consortium, in addition to achieving a near-monopoly in a certain industry, also ventures into other industries and fields, weaving itself into a large net covering the Federation.
Most importantly, the consortium must have its own banking and insurance businesses, tying itself to the federal economy and people's livelihood.
They are truly too big to fail in the federation. If they go bankrupt, it would be almost equivalent to problems with the economy and people's livelihood of the entire federation.
In this regard, Stark Industries is still far behind. It was only recently that Stark Industries entered the energy industry that these high-minded consortiums took notice of it.
As for the Osborne Group,
Tang Song didn't see any familiar faces in the reception hall except Pepper.
Apparently Norman Osborn did not receive the invitation.
On the contrary, Tang Song didn't think that he was qualified enough to receive this invitation.
Looking at Hawkeye who was following closely beside him, Tang Song glanced at him calmly.
Tang Song had no interest in these drinking parties.
He came here just to watch the show.
He was just about to take Xiao Taoqi to the buffet area of the cocktail party to eat something when an old man in black priest robes saw Tang Song, his eyes lit up, and he strode towards him.
"Hello, Tang, I heard West mention you, I didn't expect to see you here!"
The old man shook hands warmly with Tang Song.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Tang Song looked at the enthusiastic old man. Judging from his attire, he was obviously also a member of the Vatican, but he did not know him.
"This is Bishop Hyde, the bishop of the Federal Cathedral!" Hawkeye introduced.
"Hello, Bishop Hyde!" Tang Song looked calmly at the old man in front of him with gray hair and beard, who looked somewhat like Santa Claus.
Bishop Hyde smiled heartily: "Just call me Hyde. West and Wieland have both mentioned you to me!"
"You too..." Hearing the old man mention Weiland's name, Tang Song was shocked.
Is this still the Holy See? It's simply a branch of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.
It turns out that the practice of Hydra occupying the magpie's nest is still a tradition.
"Our world should not end like this!" Bishop Hyde pretended to be mysterious and told Tang Song the slogan of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.
At the same time, he glanced at Hawkeye, who was dressed as a security guard: "There is nothing for you to do here, I will just accompany Tang!"
Hawkeye glanced at Tang Song and walked out silently.
Bishop Hyde attentively took Tang Song into the slightly flashy hall. He smiled as he introduced to Tang Song and the others the identities of those gorgeously dressed men and women.
"Bishop Hyde, why are there so many of our people in the Vatican?"
The little rascal took a tray and picked up free food from the buffet area, including expensive foie gras and black caviar, which filled a large plate.
Tang Song stood in the corner with Bishop Hyde, holding a glass of champagne and chatting with him. Tang Song asked Bishop Hyde about his doubts.
Hyde smiled and asked, "Do you think God is from Earth or an alien?"
God must be an Earthling.
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Tang Song was about to blurt out something, but then he changed his mind and realized that Jesus was indeed an earthling, but that was not necessarily the case with God.
Think about Odin and Asgard. It’s possible that God is really an alien race.
"The purpose of our Holy Shield Brotherhood is to prevent alien invasions, and she is one of them. For us, no miracles will appear. The sleeping God is the good God!"
In a corner of the reception, a bishop in clerical robes uttered the most blasphemous words in a casual manner.
If Catholics heard this, it would be enough to cause their faith to collapse.
"The gods belong to the gods, and the people belong to the people!" Tang Song knew it clearly...
"What belongs to God belongs to God, and what belongs to man belongs to man. This is a very philosophical statement!" Hyde smacked his lips and nodded in agreement.
"God should be enshrined on the cross, and he should not worry about worldly matters!"
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(I worked on the outline until 3 o'clock yesterday. I received a call this morning and worked overtime for a whole day. I was stuck in a very difficult situation.
I have thought it through, but I just can’t write it down.)