"Tang, are you saying they are also gangsters?"
Francis, who had been following Tang Song with his head down and looking as pale as death, suddenly had a blush on his face.
Excited like a dog who sees a goddess reply to a message (previously banned and deleted)
Pepper Potts on the side gave him a strange look, not understanding why the Secretary of State would react like this when he heard about the gangsters.
Are you scared silly
"Tang, are you saying they are gangsters too?"
Pepper Potts carefully glanced at the gangster, then turned around and stared at Tang Song nervously, repeating Francis' words in a low voice, but her voice was trembling slightly.
She was afraid to hear the words of confirmation from Tang Song's mouth.
After all, no one wants to deal with a group of terrorists who kill without blinking an eye.
Francis also stared at Tang Song eagerly.
However, the Secretary of State thought exactly the opposite. He believed that these gangsters pretending to be the National Guard were actually Cobra members who came back to clean up the mess after discovering that the president was not dead.
Tang Song touched the naughty girl's head through her hoodie and comforted the little girl.
Taking the simple black doll from her hand...
The human-shaped doll is just a piece of black cloth filled with cotton wool.
I used a rubber band to make a head and then made a few simple strokes to form the puppet's facial features.
Tang Song first flicked the puppet's head with his fingers, and then bounced a wisp of T'Chaka's energy into the puppet.
The puppet's originally graffiti-like facial features began to expand and deform as this energy was poured into it, and in the end it actually looked somewhat like T'Chaka not far away.
However, when this scene happened, Tang Song had already turned his hands behind his back, holding the black puppet in his hands, and did not let anyone else see it.
Tang Song held the black puppet in his hand and pointed at the group of National Guard soldiers who appeared with his chin.
"It's true that these people are gangsters, but judging from their appearance, they are not with the group just now!"
Francis was startled, and Pepper Potts and Little Rogue also looked at Tang Song in panic.
There is also a second wave of terrorists.
"Tang, why do you say that they are not in the same group?" Frances asked somewhat unwillingly.
Otherwise you can call Cobra Commander and see if he is his man.
Tang Song complained in his heart and raised his eyes to signal Francis to look at the weapons in the hands of the National Guards.
Francis followed Tang Song's gaze and his expression suddenly changed. Unlike the Cobra soldiers who were holding guns just now, this group of National Guard soldiers were holding rubber sticks.
Obviously they were not from Cobra, otherwise they would have been prepared long ago.
At this time, the King of Wakanda had already helped the Federal President out of a dark room in the hotel.
This dark room was originally a monitoring room used by the CIA to eavesdrop on foreign leaders staying in state guesthouses. It is located in the mezzanine between two rooms.
There is no problem with confidentiality, but what makes our President embarrassed is that there are more than a dozen monitoring channels in this monitoring room, all monitoring the same room.
The few minutes in the monitoring room were so embarrassing that even the shameless federal president wanted to dig out another room in the ground to crawl into.
Fortunately, our King T'Chaka is a political master who knows how to play dumb, so this matter is over.
"Mr. President, I have been ordered to escort you and King T'Chaka out of here—"
The federal president glanced at the white major in front of him, then looked at the more than 40 Washington National Guard soldiers directly under his command in the hotel, and a sense of security arose spontaneously.
The pale-faced federal president finally recovered the demeanor of a leader of a major country. He greeted T'Chaka beside him and made an inviting gesture.
The two men walked outside surrounded by a group of National Guard soldiers.
Francis stood beside Tang Song, watching with burning eyes as the President was surrounded by a group of "gangsters" and left.
If the president is kidnapped or killed, according to the order of succession in the federal constitution, there is no doubt that he will directly take over the position of federal president.
Perhaps it was because Francis' gaze was too scorching that the federal president, who was walking in the crowd, seemed to notice it. He stopped, glanced at the crowd, and happened to see Francis.
When the President saw Francis, who had survived, he forced a smile on his serious face and waved to Francis:
"Frank! I'm so glad you're okay! Let's go out together. I need you to communicate with the news media and try to keep the situation under control—"
Francis looked at the federal president in astonishment, then looked at the "National Guard soldiers" beside him who were all looking at him and gave him a bitter smile.
Francis glanced at Tang Song beside him for help.
The federal president was keenly aware of Francis's little action. He followed Francis' gaze and noticed Tang Song, and also noticed the strange look on Tang Song's face.
"Mr. Tang, do you have any suggestions for this terrorist attack?"
The federal president asked perfunctorily. He had some impression of the only Chinese invited to the cocktail party, Black Glove, who was supported by Francis to play opposite Lewis.
The President obviously did not take a gangster from the underworld seriously if he had not noticed the look in Francis' eyes.
Tang Song looked at the federal president with strange eyes:
"Mr. President, have you asked which unit this major belongs to? Which brigade of the Washington National Guard? I see that this major was in such a hurry to come to the rescue that his epaulettes were crooked!"
When the federal president heard Tang Song's words, he was shocked and subconsciously glanced at the shoulder straps of the major officer next to him.
The major also subconsciously glanced at his shoulder straps. After making sure that the shoulder straps on his shoulders were not crooked, he explained to the president dryly:
"Mr. President, we are here to protect you under the orders of General Lawrence!"
President Lawrence of the Federation naturally knew that he was the commander of the 2nd Brigade of the Washington National Guard, but people could not resist suspicion.
Tang Song's words were like a thorn of doubt in the heart of the federal president!
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Seeing the president who was reluctant to move, the major couldn't help but say:
"Mr. President, General Lawrence is waiting for you outside! I'm afraid there are some remaining terrorists here. Do you think we should escort you out first—"
The president didn't say anything for a long time before he said, "Tell Lawrence that I will stay here to find out the casualties of the party. Tell him to deal with the terrorists outside and come to the hotel to meet me!"
Hearing his words, the major's face suddenly changed. He exchanged glances with a second lieutenant next to him, and the second lieutenant shook his head slightly at him.
"Since you insist, let's escort King T'Chaka away from here first—" The major shrugged helplessly at the President.
When the President heard what the major said, he finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his throat. It was obvious that these people were real National Guard soldiers, not terrorists, otherwise they would not have given up the opportunity to hold him hostage.
"When did a brigade commander of the National Guard become so concerned about diplomatic affairs? Could it be that the king of a small East African country has a higher security priority than the president and the secretary of state
There are many important figures from the Federation here!"
Just as the major was about to escort the King of Wakanda and his two female guards to the door of the hotel, a voice that made him furious rang out again.
He subconsciously glanced at T'Chaka. Sure enough, T'Chaka, who was wearing the Black Panther suit but without a helmet, stopped immediately when he heard Tang Song's words.
"Because of this reception to welcome me, these terrorists took advantage of the opportunity and so many people were killed and injured. According to our Wakanda tradition, I need to stay here and pray for them!"
Walter? When did we have this tradition in Wakanda? The two female guards looked at their king in confusion.
The major felt so angry that veins in his temples were throbbing. If he had a gun, he would have wanted to draw it and kill the talkative guy.
"There's no time, just get rid of him!"
The lieutenant who had been guarding T'Chaka in silence shouted, then suddenly jumped up, turned sideways, and hit T'Chaka's back of the head with his right elbow.
His words sounded like an order, and the National Guard soldiers surrounding the crowd began to kill everyone around them.
Their weapons may be crude, but these well-trained killing machines soon taught everyone that rubber batons can kill people.
Especially since most of the people attending the reception are old people who hold great power and live a life of luxury.
These defenseless elderly people were caught off guard and often had their heads broken and bleeding, losing consciousness, when hit by a rubber stick.
Of course, there are exceptions, like the head of Rockefeller, David Rockefeller, who is said to have had six heart transplants.
He seemed to have been injected with some kind of serum, or his body had undergone some kind of scientific enhancement, and his physical fitness was astonishingly strong. Relying on the boxing skills he had learned, he was able to fight effectively with six or seven gangsters disguised as National Guardsmen.
It would always be a bit less interesting for terrorists to be without guns, a decisive weapon of destruction.
David Rockefeller hit a strong man with a left hook, causing him to bleed profusely. Before he could retract his fist, a strong man with long hair and a face as cold as ice directly waved away everyone and walked straight towards him!
David Rockefeller hooked his finger at the burly man with disdain. His body, injected with the military's secondary super serum, gave him the physical fitness comparable to that of a top special forces soldier.
As for the high cost of stabilizing drugs in the later stage of the serum, it is naturally not a problem for the head of Rockefeller, the world's top consortium.
David Rockefeller learned boxing just to spice up his life, but even so, he was taught boxing by the world's top heavyweight boxing champion.
Facing the icy-faced burly man in front of him, David seemed very confident. He waved his fists and was eager to give it a try.
"Card!"
"ah!"
One strike! The icy-faced strong man used only one strike to cut off David's punch and broke his right hand.
David Rockefeller, who lived a life of luxury, had never endured such pain before. He squatted on the ground, hugging his arms in pain.
The icy-faced burly man passed him directly and walked towards Tang Song in the crowd. When he passed David Rockefeller, he raised his knee and hit David Rockefeller directly in the face.
Seeing the icy-faced burly man walking straight towards them, the people standing beside Tang Song fled in all directions.
The naughty girl looked at the burly man walking over, then looked at Tang Song who was unable to move beside her. She bit her lip, then took off the glove on her right hand.
What Tang Song didn't expect was that not only did the little rascal not leave, but even Pepper Potts, who had always been following him, did not leave. It was just the things in their hands that made Tang Song a little surprised and amused.
Well, as for the drunken Bishop Hyde, he was now sleeping soundly on the sofa full of holes.
"Are you going to hit him on the head with this high heel?"
Pepper Potts was holding one of her high-heeled shoes in her hand and pointing the 12-centimeter high heel at the oncoming burly man.
"Don, stop joking. Is there any way? If not, we can just rush out. Calculating the time, Tony will be here soon!"
Pepper gave Tang Song a blank look. Although she was nervous, Pepper was worthy of being the woman who inherited the Iron Man suit. There was no fear on her face. Instead, she spoke calmly.
"Charge out!" Tang Song stretched his muscles, shook his head, and said to Pepper Potts, "Are all terrorists nowadays so brave? Can't he see that I'm Chinese and know Kung Fu?!"
Before Pepper Pepper could react, Tang Song had already disappeared in front of her, leaving behind a whistling sound.
The Winter Soldier, who had just been awakened, felt a pain on his face as a heavy punch hit his left cheek.
The enormous attack force directly shattered most of his teeth, and his 200-pound body was directly knocked into the air by a punch.
Before he landed on the ground, a kick came from below.
Tang Song kicked him right in the chest, and he flew into the air again, with his back hitting the ceiling on the first floor of the State Guesthouse heavily.
“Plop!”
With a rustling sound of falling dust, the Winter Soldier fell heavily on the carpet, breathing out but not in.
Looking at the stunned Pepper Potts and the little rascal with admiring eyes, Tang Song clapped his hands without even looking at the cold-faced man whose heart was shattered by him.
His eyes were fixed on the scene of fighting not far away.
Compared to his chatterbox, it was obvious that this group of people's target was T'Chaka. Just to deal with this ice-faced man like him, there were four people surrounding T'Chaka.
And there was a group of people helping out.
However, faced with T'Chaka's vibranium-made Black Panther suit, these killers obviously felt like a dog biting a hedgehog, not knowing where to start.
"You really don't know how to appreciate a good person. Without my help, even if you tricked him away, you won't be able to break his turtle shell!"
Tang Song glanced at T'Chaka in his vibranium suit, then looked at his own hands, "Thanos's sword can break the vibranium shield, I wonder if I can do it?"
Tang Song was obviously a man of action. A shadow that no one could see separated from his body.
As if it had no entity, it avoided everyone's attention, sneaked into the fighting crowd, and got close to T'Chaka's back!
(Today is Friday, I went back to my hometown and didn’t get home until 8 o’clock, but I found that if I don’t get distracted, I can actually type pretty fast! I just tried it. Because of the flu, I locked myself in a dark room. From 9 o’clock to now, I have typed 4,000 words)