After hearing the news that there was a sniper outside, the wealthy people who were clamoring to go out suddenly stopped talking.
Pulling the little rascal who was standing aside over, Tang Song slowly tidied up her messy clothes, put on her hood, and took her hand to walk out.
The little girl had never experienced such a big scene before, and was pulled away by Tang Song at a loss.
"Tang, where are you going?" Frances asked doubtfully, "There are snipers outside!"
"Of course we should go out!" Tang Song laughed, "It's obvious that these snipers are targeting the president and the King of Wakanda. What does it have to do with us?"
Francis was stunned. He scratched his forehead hard: "But, Tang, you promised me..."
"Shh!" Tang Song raised his index finger to his lips: "Stop talking nonsense, come out with me if you don't want to die!"
Frances' eyes lit up: "Tang, you installed it here..."
"Don't tarnish other people's innocence!" Tang Song glared at Francis and pulled the little rascal out.
Because of the sudden appearance of a sniper outside, the soldiers, agents, and police brought by these senior officials were on guard outside. Layers of alert soldiers blocked the president and others' sight.
Tang Song took the little rascal and walked towards the door in a dignified manner.
Francis looked around, gritted his teeth, and ran out behind Tang Song.
"Hey, wait for me!"
Bishop Hyde looked at the people who ran out in panic, his hazy drunken eyes showing some clarity, and he staggered behind Francis!
"Sir, we have received an order that no one in the hotel is allowed to go out. There are snipers outside. For your safety, please return to the hotel!"
Tang Song and Xiao Taoqi had just walked to the hotel entrance when they were stopped. Perhaps because they knew that the silver liquid had lost its effect, a team of armed soldiers with live ammunition stood at the hotel entrance.
Looking at the black muzzle of the soldier's gun pointed at him.
Tang Song just smiled, and his smile was gentle and elegant, but the black jade ring on his thumb moved under his caress.
"That's enough, what are you doing?"
Just when Tang Song was about to teach the team of soldiers in front of him a lesson, Francis arrived in time and scolded the leading soldier.
"Sir! We have received orders that no one in the hotel is allowed to go out!" The soldier obviously recognized Francis Underwood, the big shot who often appears on TV. He saluted towards Francis in a panic!
"This is Mr. Tang Song. I just saved the President. I need to go outside to coordinate with the news media. Please ask him to protect my safety. Is there any problem?"
The leading soldier looked outside the hotel with some uncertainty.
"Who are you looking for? Your superior! Soldier, tell me which unit you belong to. I will go and talk to him. If he disagrees, I will let Raman call him personally!" Francis saw the soldier's hesitant expression and scolded him directly and rudely.
"Sir, that's not what I meant..." the leading lieutenant explained hurriedly, and then quickly asked his soldiers to make way.
... .
Outside the Blair State Guesthouse, the rain had stopped and teams of fully armed soldiers were deploying their forces. Outside the State Guesthouse, defensive positions had been set up and even heavy machine guns had been set up.
Heavy weapons such as tanks and armored vehicles were all driven to the front of the hotel and set up as shelters.
At least a dozen Apache attack helicopters were hovering and patrolling in the air. In the clouds, one could faintly see white gas explosions left by fighter jets flying by.
In front of the hotel, a high-tech Quinjet was parked on the open space in front of the hotel.
Black Widow, who turned her red skirt into a bikini, was carefully directing two SHIELD agents to carry Hawkeye's body onto the fighter plane.
"Tang!" Frances took two steps forward, glanced at the little girl next to Tang Song, and asked with his eyes.
Tang Song glanced at him and gave him a reassuring look. His spiritual consciousness attracted an inconspicuous yellow talisman under the carpet in the National Hall, and the yellow talisman dissipated like smoke.
An invisible wave swept through, mixed with a rhythm that ordinary people could not detect, shaking the entire hotel.
The steel bars inside the walls of the entire State Guesthouse had long been swallowed up by the silver liquid, and this vibration became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Boom! Like an earthquake, a violent tremor suddenly swept across the entire area.
Smoke and dust rose up, and behind Tang Song, the four-story Blair State Guesthouse collapsed.
Tens of thousands of tons of cement hit the ground, even shaking the armored vehicles parked on the roadside.
“Puff, puff, pfft!—”
General Ross got up from the ground in a panic, waved away his subordinates, and stared at the ruins in front of him in amazement.
He spat out the dust in his mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up and save him, the president is still inside!"
... ... .
"Mr. Secretary of State, please take good care of Mary for me! I'm going to save people!"
Tang Song had just used his body to block most of the smoke and dust for Xiao Taoqi when the earthquake occurred. He saw the collapsed wreckage of the Blair Hotel.
He blinked at Francis, gave an instruction in a heavy tone, strode towards the ruins of the hotel, and started digging in the ruins with his bare hands. After digging for a while, his hands were covered in blood.
Seeing this scene, General Ross was shocked and shouted at the soldiers around him: "What are you still doing? Go save people!"
The Blair State Guesthouse in Norda had become a ruined construction site, with thousands of people manually carrying the rubble out, searching for survivors.
“No breathing!”
Tang Song and a soldier carefully carried out a gorgeously dressed woman from the ruins. Tang Song felt the woman's pulse with his hand, sighed and shook his head.
Several soldiers carried the woman's body aside and covered it with a white cloth.
“Crash!”
Just as Tang Song was about to continue moving the stones out, a pile of rubble and debris suddenly burst out like a fountain not far in front of him, and a golden and red figure soared into the sky and landed on an open space not far away.
"Doctor! Where is the doctor?"
Tony Stark put his arms around the dusty Pepper and shouted anxiously to the people around him. Soon two doctors in white coats came to him.
"Mr. Stark, Miss Potts is just unconscious due to lack of oxygen, there's nothing serious going on!"
The doctor took out a stethoscope and checked Pepper's heartbeat and vital signs, then checked her joints and said to Tony Stark.
Tony Stark was relieved.
"Mr. Stark, what happened when you were in the State Guest House? Did someone detonate a bomb?"
General Ross walked straight up to Tony Stark and questioned him.
"It wasn't a bomb, there were no signs of explosion, the entire hotel suddenly collapsed!" Tony Stark opened the visor of his Iron Man suit and looked down at Pepper with a hint of fear on his face.
... ... .
Tony Stark came out of the hotel alive, which seemed to give everyone confidence.
I think there might be some living people under the ruins of the hotel!
Under the command of General Ross, everyone, including Tony Stark, joined the rescue.
However, when the bodies were carried out one by one, everyone's hearts slowly sank to the bottom, especially when the body of the federal president appeared.
A dead silence filled the air.
Tang Song sighed, threw the stone in his hand to the ground, and cursed in a voice that everyone could hear:
"Shit! Hydra, the nanobombs dropped by these terrorists destroyed the structure of the hotel! They killed Mr. President!"
Tang Song's words seemed to arouse the indignation of the surrounding soldiers, and even General Ross looked angry.
Of course, the pronunciation of Tang and Song dynasties added some little tricks to appeal to people’s hearts and boost morale.
Those who take the scapegoat are always innocent, but who can prove their innocence
... ... ... .
Several TV station interview cars drove listlessly through the block, followed by several special service vehicles escorting them back to their respective units.
The huge commotion by the military and police, plus the explosion just now, shook the whole of Washington. Enthusiastic reporters rushed to the White House, trying to get the first-hand news, but they were driven back by FBI agents from a distance.
More than a dozen helicopters used for interviews were slowly heading back, and more than 30 armed helicopters directly under the military were monitoring them from behind, not giving them the opportunity to get close to the scene of the incident.
Tang Song, with gauze wrapped on his hands, sat in a military helicopter, accompanying the newly elected Federal President Francis Underwood, and passed by an interview helicopter under the escort of a large number of Apache attack helicopters.
The ventilation windows of the helicopter were open, and Tang Song's hearing, which was hundreds of times more acute than that of ordinary people, clearly caught the complaints of a reporter inside.
“News censorship, my god, I didn’t get even one headline this month, my salary.
My bonus, damn it!
Smiling, Tang Songchen shook his head!
Escorted by dozens of Apache armed helicopters, Francis Underwood, the newly elected president of the Federation, arrived at the door of the Pentagon.
At this time in the Pentagon, countless staff members of key departments were running around in the building like rats in a bomb swarm.
The federal president was assassinated, and many senior federal officials and top wealthy people were also killed. This incident is really too bad and the impact is too great.
The Pentagon's current security force is more than ten times the usual number, and dozens of heavy tanks are parked in front of the Pentagon.
The sound of fighter planes roaring could be heard faintly overhead, and it was obvious that some fighter planes were circling above the clouds over the Pentagon.
After undergoing strict interrogation and identity checks by several guards, Tang Song followed Francis Underwood into the Pentagon headquarters.
… …
Sitting in the office of the Secretary of Defense in the Pentagon, Tang Song said to Francis indignantly:
"These damn terrorists are so abominable that they dared to attack the president of the federation. The former president's special forces bodyguards are also useless. They can't even protect the president!"
Francis, who had just finished dealing with a bunch of things, stared at Tang Song.
Everything was going well, except for this guy who showed up out of nowhere. Damn it, how did he know my plan
How much information do I have in my hands? However, thinking of the extraordinary means displayed by Tang Song, Francis asked in a gentle tone:
"Don, do you have any suggestions?"
Tang Song smiled and said, "I think that group of terrorists will definitely not give up. For your safety, President, I think you need a strong security force!"
"I have a group of retired German Black Magic Special Forces soldiers under my command. Their commander is a very good soldier. I think he can be qualified for the position of Chief of your Secret Service!"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Francis' face became extremely gloomy, but when he saw Tang Song's expression, he swallowed his resentment.
"This is impossible. The position of the Director of the Secret Service cannot be given to a foreigner. This concerns the personal safety of many federal government officials. They will not agree to it!"
Tang Song smiled: "Mr. Kane has a federal passport and is a real federal citizen. If you want to discriminate against German immigrants, be careful that someone will hold up a sign protesting against immigrant discrimination on this street tomorrow..."
Francis said frankly: "Tang, the position of Director of the Secret Service cannot be handed over to an outsider! He is related to my personal safety! Even you are the same!"
Tang Song smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Kane is just a part-time worker for a few months. With our friendship, I need to protect your safety! I don't want my partner to die, that's all!"
Francis looked at Tang Song with distrust, and Tang Song snorted coldly:
"Of course I have some small interests. Mr. Kane is the president of Tang Security Company. As a president who used to be the director of the Secret Service, it is natural that he can do better business in the Federation.
Seriously, Mr. President, you really need to pay attention to protecting your own safety, that's Hydra—" Tang Song leaned forward slightly, slowed down his tone, and reminded Francis word by word.
Hydra, Francis Underwood thought of the second wave of terror that was about to appear.
He was silent for a long time, then nodded and said, "In one month, Mr. Kane, whom you recommended, will temporarily take over the position of Director of the Secret Service. After one month, there will be a successor."
"One month is enough!" Tang Song nodded, looked around the office in front of him, tapped the table in front of him lightly, and said insidiously:
"Mr. President, our Minister of Defense will be back soon. Please confirm that he is your supporter. According to the order of succession in the federal constitution, he is below you. Do you need me..."
Francis Underwood glanced at Tang Song and said helplessly: "Raman is my man. I still need his support to hold this position."
"Understand, understand, political power comes from the barrel of a gun!"
... ... ... ..
That evening.
Nearly a hundred Secret Service vehicles surrounded a high-end Western restaurant.
Amid the restaurant manager's terrified shouts, a large group of special forces wearing the uniforms of the military's gendarmerie blew open the restaurant's wall and rushed in.
Dozens of Secret Service agents followed Kane closely with excited smiles, surrounding him and rushing into the messy restaurant.
Kane kicked a table in front of him and walked to a table by the window under the horrified gazes of dozens of diners in the restaurant. He saluted a middle-aged man sitting at the table and said, "I'm sorry, Major General Lawrence, please cooperate with me and leave here quietly, okay?"
Major General Lawrence, commander of the 2nd Brigade of the Washington National Guard, had a purple face and glared at Kane.
"Who are you and what qualifications do you have to arrest me!?"
Kane took out a document from his arms: "Kane, the new director of the Federal Secret Service, I suspect you are related to the terrorist attack on the State Guesthouse. Show him the arrest warrant issued by the President himself!"
A senior agent of the Secret Service could not wait to take out a warrant and wave it in front of Lawrence: "Major General Lawrence, you have conspired for treason and used weapons of mass destruction to attack the president of the Federation. The evidence is irrefutable. Please cooperate with us in the investigation!"
The diners on the side pricked up their ears and looked at this side excitedly. The general of the Federation actually plotted treason? He actually sent his subordinates to assassinate the president of the Federation
Kane, the newly appointed director of the Secret Service, said to Lawrence, "General, please don't embarrass us, okay? If you are wrongly accused, I believe we will investigate it thoroughly!"
Lawrence slowly stood up and raised his hands, allowing the Secret Service agents to put handcuffs on him.
"Take it away!" Kane waved his hand.
... ... ...
Wakanda
"Brother! Father, father's vital signs have disappeared!"
T'Challa, wearing vibranium armor and flanked by four female king guards, is patrolling the border of Wakanda to prevent thieves from breaking in.
Su Rui's panicked voice suddenly came from his communicator.
"What?"
T'Challa's lips trembled as he spoke.
"Sister, don't joke around. Is there something wrong with your life monitoring system? How could something happen to our father?!"
"Brother, something really happened to our father. He has lost his vital signs, and so have the female warriors who protected him. Woo woo woo woo, our mother has been crying the whole time. Brother, please come back soon!"
T'Challa clenched his fists, and the king's female guard next to him had a look of grief and anger on his face.
... ... ..
A four-story underground base in Washington.
In a secret meeting room, Nick Fury put down the laser pointer in his hand.
As he finished his summary of the State Guest House incident, the projection of the picture that kept jumping behind him slowly dissipated at this moment.
The lights in the conference room were turned back on, and before his eyes, on both sides of the long table in the conference room,
Sitting there were Agent Hill, Natasha with long red hair, and Nick Fury's confidant Agent Coulson.
Directly across from Agent Coulson, in the chair at the very back of the conference room,
Tony Stark, wearing a gray casual suit and rimless glasses, did not seem to pay much attention to Nick Fury's summary report. He kept his head down, looking at several documents on the table.
After Nick Fury finished his summary, Tony Stark raised his head and pushed his glasses:
"After the terrorist attack, I rushed to the scene. The nanoworm technology of those terrorists is very interesting. How many companies in the world have this technology? This is a direction for investigation!"
"But what you said, that the assassination of the King of Wakanda might trigger World War III, what's the basis for that?"
"Mr. Stark, you have read all the information on the table. Given Wakanda's technological level, once a war breaks out with the Federation, do you think the situation will be easier than World War III?"
Hill explained.
"Once a nuclear war breaks out between the two sides, it will inevitably trigger a chain reaction, and the whole world will be shrouded in a nuclear cloud."
"Is all this because of the assassination of this black king?"
Tony Stark complained:
"If I remember correctly, you said that the Hydra people are inside your SHIELD... It seems that you are also half responsible for the destruction of the world!"
"Tony, the Hydra thing is a historical legacy."
Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark and said:
"Another reason why I called you all together is to eliminate Hydra from S.H.I.E.L.D."
"This is a big project. The previous directors were all undercover agents. I can't imagine how many people your organization still has available. It can't be just the few people in front of us!"
Tony Stark spread his hands, pointed at everyone, and curled his lips.
"I'm not interested in playing the traitor game with you. Didn't you ask me to come here to solve the crisis of destroying the world? How do you solve it?!"
Nick Fury glanced at Tony Stark, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, then turned to look at Natasha, the Black Widow beside him.
"First of all, we need manpower! I have made a list, Natasha, and there are a few people you need to invite. Hawkeye is still receiving treatment, and I need to find the right person to replace him!"
"Yes, sir!" Natasha nodded.
"Because of the problem of SHIELD being infiltrated, I temporarily transferred some personnel from other places to form an elite action team as the backup team for this operation. When needed, you can mobilize this large action team of 120 people through me."
"Tony, I need you to provide network technical support, and military support if necessary. Do you have any questions?"
Nick Fury looked at Tony Stark again.
Tony Stark twirled the black pen in his hand and shrugged.
"Well, that's it."
Nick Fury raised his wrist and looked at the time. He put away the documents on the table and said to the others:
"Now adjourn the meeting and go do your own things."
… … …
Everyone filed out and left the meeting room.
Nick Fury sat on the sofa, rubbing his forehead, feeling exhausted.
After resting for a while, Nick Fury stood up, walked to the projector, and inserted a USB flash drive he carried with him into the projector.
As the laser pen on the remote control in Nick Fury's hand flashed, a vague picture appeared in the conference room in the blue light projected in front of his eyes.
Nick Fury's eyes narrowed immediately.
This photo should have been taken in a dim environment. It was shot from a high altitude and many details are quite blurry.
But even so, Nick Fury still saw some vague human figures in the photo.
"This is?"
Nick Fury asked, looking at the photo.
"A few months ago, a batch of vibranium ore was stolen in Wakanda, and the invaders entered Wakanda through a secret passage."
A figure wearing a Black Panther uniform walked out from the hidden darkness.
"Wakanda tracked the information left by the invaders and found the base in Siberia, and a conflict broke out with the Hydra organization!"
"You mean, this group of invaders is not Hydra?"
Nick Fury rubbed his chin.
"Are you sure?"
"When we captured Buggy, another batch of Vibranium ore was stolen. Apparently Hydra was also being used."
T'Challa said:
"I have already removed Bucky's brainwashing, and I will also give you the manpower you asked for, Nick Fury. You promised me to help me find the murderer who killed my father!"
T'Challa's face was hidden behind a black panther mask, and Beast Boy was glowing faintly.
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you find the real murderer who murdered King T'Chaka!"
Nick Fury said solemnly: "Your Highness, what you need to do now is to return to Wakanda as soon as possible and control the situation in Wakanda. Don't let the war escalate!"
T'Challa said coldly: "Whether the war will expand depends on your efficiency.
Nick Fury, you came to me and promised to find the real murderer of my father within half a month. Now two days have passed. If you can't fulfill your promise within half a month, I will directly launch a full-scale war against the Federation, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"
T'Challa made a harsh remark and left the secret base directly through a secret passage.
… …
As soon as T'Challa left the room, the door was pushed open.
Several figures walked in one after another. They were Hill and Natasha who had just left.
But Tony Stark was not among them.
Agent Hill sets his sights on Nick Fury.
"Director, is there another mastermind behind Hydra?!" Hill asked with some confusion.
"This organization must be related to the disappearance of Wakanda's vibranium, but they are hiding too deeply. Currently, neither we nor Wakanda's intelligence agencies have any trace of them."
"But our top priority right now is to eliminate the Hydra hidden in S.H.I.E.L.D., and after we clear out the inside, we will investigate this mysterious organization."
If Nick Fury follows his previous style, he would never allow an unclear mastermind to be hidden behind the scenes.
But there is no way now. It is not that there is a traitor inside SHIELD, but that they have broken into Hydra.
The former director, his comrades and teachers were all members of Hydra. The dark power hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. makes Nick Fury wake up in shock every time he thinks about it at midnight.
It turns out that he has been alone in the snake's den for so many years.
He is still standing here now, thanks to Pierce for not killing him.
Nick Fury estimated that if SHIELD really wanted to wipe out Hydra within it, SHIELD would be lucky if it could retain one-third of its current size.
If they investigate, SHIELD will suffer heavy losses. If they don't, SHIELD will change its flag.
He had no choice.
This is also the reason why Nick Fury chose to cooperate with Wakanda.
"Hill, don't use SHIELD's intelligence agencies for the next operation. Use Wakanda's intelligence channels! Find out who killed T'Chaka first!"
"Yes, sir."
… … …
Nelson Murdoch LLP, Brooklyn, New York.
Mark Murdoch, who had just finished processing the last document, stood up, stretched, picked up the suit jacket hanging beside him, and put it on.
The door of the law firm was suddenly pushed open and wind chimes rang.
Mark Murdoch sighed deeply.
"Why, you don't welcome me!"
Natasha, wearing a brown trench coat and high heels, walked straight to Mark Murdoch, looked at his profile, and after a few seconds, suddenly said:
"Mark, long time no see, would you like to have dinner together tonight?"
"Um?"
Mark Murdoch gave a bitter smile, pulled out his blind stick from the table and threw it away.
"Can I say no?"
"Mick's Pub, I haven't been there for a long time, I've reserved a table!"
Natasha did not give Mark Murdoch a chance to refuse and remained as strong as ever.
Just like when they were in love.