The little rascal walked in the buffet area, holding a plate in one hand and a shelf in the other, picking up his favorite food.
The people who came to this cocktail party naturally did not come for the food, so apart from someone occasionally coming to the buffet corner to get a couple of pieces of Western cakes.
However, he was not like the little rascal, who was confused by the sight of so many delicious foods.
"Tang, try this cheesecake. I tried it and it tastes pretty good!"
Little Naughty was like a hardworking little bee, shuttling back and forth in the buffet area, and from time to time he would hold a plate and hand some food that he thought was delicious to Tang Song.
"Mm! It tastes good!"
Tang Song looked at the plate that the little naughty girl stretched out in front of her, picked up a piece of cheesecake decorated with red cherries on the plate with a fork, put it into her mouth, and gave her a warm smile in return.
Seeing Tang Song eating, the little rascal was satisfied and jumped up and down with the plate to continue to choose food from the buffet area.
"Are you also interested in Wakanda's vibranium technology?"
Tang Song watched the little rascal leave and continued chatting with Bishop Hyde.
"Vibranium technology? I was just invited to a cocktail party. As for vibranium technology, I am not interested!" Bishop Hyde said with a smile:
"Perhaps Weiland is more interested in these technological products, but our base is still in the Holy See!"
"Excuse me for asking, but are all the people in the Holy See members of our Holy Shield Brotherhood?" Tang Song asked curiously after taking a sip of champagne.
Bishop Hyde thought for a moment and shook his head gently. "It's not that exaggerated. The Inquisition is currently ours. Four of the twelve Holy Knights are ours. As for the cardinals, only two are on our side. Together with some diocesan bishops, we only make up one-third of the high-ranking officials of the Holy See."
At most, only one third. Hearing this Versailles speech, Tang Song raised his eyebrows and smiled mysteriously: "In other words, the Holy See is the Holy Shield Brotherhood?"
After hearing Tang Song's words, Hyde responded with a smile: "That's not the case, at least we have to wait until one of our own ascends to the position of Pope!
And we are only the largest branch of the Holy Shield Brotherhood, and there are some old friends who are loners, like Weland!
Everyone is on the same page, fighting against alien invasions. West should have told you that this is the purpose of the founding of the Holy Shield Brotherhood."
Tang Song looked at Bishop Hyde and drank the cocktail in the glass: "Mr. West is my guide, and I am also a member of our Vatican!?"
"Of course!" Bishop Hyde looked at Tang Song approvingly. "West has praised you many times in front of us, saying that you are the future of the Holy Shield Brotherhood. That old-fashioned guy, I rarely hear him praise someone like that!"
"When will the Pope election begin? I think I can help!" Tang Song put the empty wine glass on the wine tray brought by a passing waiter and said to Bishop Hyde.
"Well, the Pope is elected through a closed-door meeting among several cardinals. It is difficult for outsiders to participate. This is different from the presidential election. There is no way to win votes!"
Although Bishop Hyde appreciated the young man's desire to contribute to the Holy Shield Brotherhood, he still explained to Tang Song.
"So what do you predict will be the outcome of this election? What are our chances of winning?"
The most influential religious leader in the Western world should also be the greatest supernatural force. If he is one of us, many things will undoubtedly be much easier.
If the Pope did not have to be elected from among the cardinals, Tang Song might even have thought of pushing West, the deputy chief judge, to the position.
After all, their relationship was paved with boxes of silver-plated gold crosses, and was much closer than that of ordinary brothers.
"Our chances of winning are not high!" Hyde's face fell, and he smiled bitterly: "The next successor designated by the Pope is not one of us, so it's a bit troublesome!"
"Mr. West should have told you that I have some people in the underground world!" Tang Song said, "It's easy to find some gunmen..."
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Bishop Hyde looked at Tang Song strangely. He was silent for a while, but seemed to be thinking: "Gunners, ordinary gunners, are useless against those cardinals. They are all wearing defensive holy weapons...
These are all holy objects handed down from the Middle Ages. Although they are not as good as those holy relics, ordinary firearms are useless to them..."
"Ordinary firearms won't work. We can use RPGs and Stinger missiles. There are plenty of desperate criminals in the underground world who are willing to sacrifice their lives. If it doesn't work, I know some mutants and can hire them for a high price. I have some connections with Magneto..." Listening to Hyde's words, Tang Song smiled like a devil tempting people to go to hell.
"Magneto, his power should be able to..."
Bishop Hyde did not have any aversion, but instead seriously considered Tang Song's proposal.
After World War II, the Holy Shield Brotherhood was badly damaged, and some knowledgeable people set their sights on the Holy See.
There happened to be several members of the Holy Shield Brotherhood in the Vatican at the time, and they were originally thinking of defending against her arrival.
As a result, some members of the Holy Shield Brotherhood were introduced into the Vatican, and they were communistized for nearly a century.
Just as Hyde told Tang Song, nearly one-third of the Vatican's high-ranking officials were replaced by members of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.
However, only if the Pope is their man, the Holy Shield Brotherhood can complete its plan of occupying the magpie's nest.
You know, only the Pope can master and exert the power of the Holy See's several holy relics.
Tang Song was about to continue talking to Bishop Hyde when a sudden noise came from not far away.
Tang Song turned around and saw two black women surrounding the little rascal, loudly scolding him.
... ... ... ..
The naughty boy picked up a shell spoon, scooped a spoonful of caviar from the plate and put it in his mouth. The moment the caviar burst in his mouth, it brought with it a light, nutty and salty taste.
For a reception of this scale held at the White House, the ingredients would naturally not be bad.
Although the caviar used in the buffet is not the expensive white sturgeon caviar, it is Russian sturgeon caviar worth thousands of dollars per kilogram.
Little Naughty's family was just a middle-class family, and even when she was at home, she had never eaten caviar, which was considered a luxury.
After tasting a mouthful of caviar, she imitated the way she saw on TV. She picked up a piece of bread, spread the caviar evenly on both sides of the bread, and took a bite. The delicious feeling made her eyes narrow into slits.
Just as Xiao Taoqi picked up a box of caviar from the buffet and was about to give it to Tang Song to taste, a black woman holding a spear stopped her.
The invitation to the cocktail party was sent by the White House itself, and those who could attend the cocktail party were naturally not ordinary people.
There were very few young people, and those who came were old men who held real power in the consortium. The purpose of their coming to the cocktail party was very clear, they were all here for Wakanda's vibranium technology.
Even if the people attending the cocktail party were not from the same class, they all had a good background.
These old guys are all experienced business people. In a situation like this, it is generally impossible for them to look down on others or pretend to be cool and then get slapped in the face.
So even though many people saw the little rascal wearing a hoodie and eating out of place in the buffet area, no one said anything.
Most of them just smiled and gave friendly looks. After all, no one knew which old guy's junior this was, and no one would make enemies for no reason.
But brain damage is like probability. As long as it is not 100%, it may appear in a small probability.
"Madam, this is a reception for His Majesty. As a minimum respect, you should take off your hood!"
The tall, bald black woman stood in front of the little naughty girl and spoke to her in a condescending tone as if she was accusing her.
The little rascal raised his head, his mouth was bulging, like a little hamster with its mouth full of dried fruits.
"Um, sorry!" Although the little naughty girl didn't know the origin of this aggressive black man, she didn't want to cause trouble for Tang Song.
Hearing the black woman's words, she hesitated for a moment, took off the hood on her head, revealing a slightly childish face, shoulder-length reddish-brown hair, and two strands of silver-white hair hanging down on both temples.
Xiao Taoqi didn't want to cause trouble for Tang Song, but for the black female guard from Wakanda, Xiao Taoqi's act of showing weakness further confirmed her guess.
She glanced at the obviously cheap clothes on the little rascal, and a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.
A guy who sneaked in and got a free meal, these federals are really useless, but it's a good opportunity to make these federals look bad.
For the Wakandans, especially the female king guards guarding T'Chaka, they do not have much good feelings towards the Federation that provoked the war.
It would be best if we could make the federals look bad at the party.
"Madam, I doubt your identity. For the safety of His Majesty the King, I need to check your invitation!"
A trace of panic flashed in the little naughty's eyes: "I didn't sneak in, I came here with my companion, and he has an invitation!" The little naughty said and pointed at Tang Song who was standing not far away.
However, the arrogant black female guard did not believe what Xiao Taoqi said due to her preconceived notions. Instead, she grabbed Xiao Taoqi's arm and wanted to use her to question the person in charge of the security.
The little rascal was in a panic and afraid of hurting someone, so he quickly backed away.
The movement between the two people quickly attracted the attention of many people.
"Check the identity of this girl?"
Natasha, who also changed into a red dress, patrolled the venue and soon noticed the commotion here. Looking at the two people arguing, she contacted the internal security who was in charge of the security of the cocktail party through the headset while walking over here.
At this time, the other black female guard had already walked behind Xiao Taoqi, and the two black female guards surrounded Xiao Taoqi.
"Excuse me! She's my female companion. Is there a problem?"
Seeing the two black women getting closer and closer, Xiao Taoqi was afraid that her ability would explode and hurt them. Just when she was about to cry in anxiety, Tang Song came over in time and stood in front of her.
The black female guard glared at Tang Song: "Sir, I suspect she is an assassin lurking in the hotel and threatening the safety of His Majesty the King. I need to take her away for investigation!"
"Are you deaf? I said she is my female companion, can't you hear me?!" Tang Song said calmly, sensing the malice of this black woman.
"If there is something wrong with your ears, I can contact the nearby ear hospital and get you a cochlear implant!"
"You! Rude Federal—"
The black female guard was eager to try and exchanged glances with her companions, as if they wanted to go up together and give Tang Song a try.
"Captain Renata, this is Mr. Tang, a guest invited by the White House Secretariat!"
At this time, a voice was heard, and Natasha in a red dress came over. Looking at the tense atmosphere on both sides, she quickly came to the rescue.
"Mr. Tang, there must be some misunderstanding!" Natasha explained to the female guard and smiled at Tang Song.
Tang Song glanced at Natasha, then turned back to the little rascal and said, "Are you full? If you are, I will take you out for a walk!"
The naughty boy nodded and looked at the handsome Tang Song in front of him, with a light flashing in his eyes.
Tang Song took her hand and walked out of the hall.
"She can't..." A female guard was about to stop her, but Tang Song frowned and snorted coldly.
The two black female guards felt that Tang Song's cold snort was like an awl stabbing into their ears. They felt a sharp pain in their brains and saw stars flashing before their eyes.
He staggered and fell to the ground, unable to move for a long time.
As Tang Song snorted coldly, his huge mental power turned into invisible long thorns and hit the heads of the two female guards. They were just ordinary guards, how could they bear such a teasing by Tang Song
"Two people come, someone here is not feeling well..."
Natasha looked at Tang Song's back as he walked away holding Xiao Taoqi's hand, and then looked at the two black women slumped on the ground. She could only call for internal security to carry the people away first.
… …
At this time, outside the Blair State Guesthouse, it started to rain heavily.
The naughty boy stood on the stone steps, took off his gloves, carefully caught the rain with his hands, and a happy smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on his face.
Tang Song stood not far away, chatting with Hyde and watching the scenery in the rain with Xiao Taoqi...
The splashing water stirred up a vast rain mist, and the whole world seemed to be in a rain curtain.
Several agents in black suits were watching Tang Song with fear from a distance.
Although they had just seen Tang Song's invitation, they still remained extremely cautious.
Across from the White House, a convoy of black cars drove out, plunged into the rain, and headed towards this side.
"Using a bulletproof car at such a close distance, it seems our president is very afraid of death!"
The White House motorcade is very close to the Blair House in a straight line, but there is a tree-lined avenue in the middle. It is fine for people to walk there, but the motorcade needs to take a detour.
At this time, there were more than a dozen strong men in gray windbreakers patrolling the intersection. When they saw the convoy coming, they straightened their backs. The strong wind blew up the hem of their windbreakers, revealing the large-caliber automatic guns under their clothes.
"Hmm?" Tang Song looked at the big men in gray windbreakers, then looked at Hawkeye who had been hanging around him and said with a smile, "Are you from S.H.I.E.L.D?"
Hawkeye shook his head and said, "It's the Secret Service!"
Tang Song looked at the men in gray in front of him, and he found some interesting things about them.
There are unexpectedly energy fluctuations in these people, and they are somewhat similar to the holy power of the Holy See.
Tang Song cast a puzzled look at Bishop Hyde, who had come with him to watch the rain.
"I think these people have the shadow of the Holy See!"
Bishop Hyde seemed to see Tang Song's doubts, and he nodded:
"Well, these secret service personnel were indeed trained by our people from the Holy See, using the same method used to train paladins!
This is a deal that has been going on for over a hundred years!"
After a pause, Bishop Hyde shrugged and said, "You know, the Federation has only been established for three hundred years. If it weren't for the help of the Holy See, these criminals, mutants, and dark creatures with super powers would not be something the Federation could handle!
We help the Federation train personnel, and the Federation helps the Vatican build churches and spread faith. It's a fair deal!"
"Mr. Bishop, our federation has its own department to manage these superpower crimes!" Hawkeye retorted.
"Are you referring to your Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency or the Supernatural Observation and Defense Administration? How long have you been established? Seventy years or eighty years
If it weren't for the people we trained, you would have killed not four federal presidents, but forty!"
Bishop Hyde glanced at Hawkeye and said sarcastically, "Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, I have to say, Howard Stark and his team are really average at naming!"
Hawkeye was so mocked by Hyde that he wanted to shoot him with an arrow, but it was obvious that Agent Barton, as a bodyguard, did not carry a bow and arrow with him.
Just at this moment, the president's motorcade drove over. Hawkeye glared at Bishop Hyde, then angrily led his men to greet them in the rain.
Bishop Hyde winked at Tang Song, and Tang Song smiled knowingly.
As a member of the Brotherhood of the Shield, Bishop Hyde has no good feelings towards either SHIELD or HYDRA.
... ... ..
Here it comes, Tang Song’s spiritual consciousness swept through the rain!
"Someone is coming!"
Tang Song suddenly let out a cry of surprise, pointing at the rain and shouting, "It's so windy and rainy today. Why are there so many people?"
Hyde looked in the direction of Tang Song's gaze in surprise and saw that something was wrong.
Although Pennsylvania Avenue is an important traffic artery, it does not prohibit the passage of various vehicles on weekdays.
But there is martial law here today, and there are strong winds and heavy rain.
How could there be so many people
The special forces responsible for security and the SHIELD agents led by Hawkeye also noticed something was wrong. They looked at the dozens of figures looming in the rain.
Although Hawkeye didn't know how these people got in by bypassing the blockades, his keen sense brought by countless life and death experiences made his hair stand on end.
He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, fired several shots at the figure in the rain, and shouted to the secret service escorting the president out of the car: "Protect the president to the hotel!"
Several secret agents quickly pulled the president up, not even bothering to hold an umbrella for him. One person supported him, and several others guarded him as they evacuated the hotel.
They had just escorted the president to the hotel entrance.
A sharp whistling sound came from the rain curtain. Two armor-piercing rockets whizzed in and accurately hit the bulletproof car that the president had just been riding in. The thick steel plate of the car body was directly torn apart. The high-explosive warhead exploded inside the car, and countless three-shuttle-shaped prefabricated shrapnel exploded.
Several secret agents standing next to the car and the vice president who was about to get off were torn to pieces by the explosion!
In the rain, Kane, wearing the invisible camouflage of the Cobra organization, his burly figure was looming in the rain. He threw the rocket launcher in his hand aside, and in the midst of the charge of the Cobra soldiers and ninjas,
He glanced at the familiar figure standing at the door of the hotel, exchanged glances with the boss, and then quietly retreated into the rain.
The curtain opens and the show begins!
Tang Song looked at the federal president, who was surrounded by bodyguards and walked past him like a drowned rat.
He grabbed the little rascal who was screaming in fear, put on a panic expression on his face, and followed them into the hotel.