A convoy of seven or eight black Mercedes-Benz cars and a Rolls-Royce was driving on New York's Fifth Avenue.
Tang Song was sitting in the car, playing with a jade pendant in his hand. It was a round jade pendant the size of a coin, with distinct black and white colors, yet it looked like two yin and yang fish circling and coexisting.
Qi is originally one, and the interaction between Yin and Yang Qi creates all things.
In the Su Wen - The Great Treatise on the Correspondence of Yin and Yang it says: "The clear yang is the sky, the turbid yin is the earth, the earth's air rises to form clouds, the sky's air falls to form rain, the rain comes from the earth's air, and the clouds come from the sky's air."
"Weather" is the clear and yang air in nature, and "earth air" is the turbid and yin air in nature.
Yin energy is turbid and heavy, and it descends and condenses into tangible objects, forming the colorful earth; Yang energy is clear and light, and it rises and dissipates into the invisible void, forming the vast sky.
Different from the yin and yang energies of heaven and earth, the evil energy condensed in the Tang and Song dynasties was the energies of life and death, the living being yang and the dead being yin.
The Yin evil bred by the corpse of a Pure Yang True Immortal, even if placed in the Yama world, is not inferior to the top-grade earth vein evil energy in terms of quality.
But the ultimate reason why Tang Song chose to use the Yin and Yang energies to condense the evil spirit was because the corpse of the god gave birth to a child in the belly, and the extreme Yin gave birth to the purest vitality, and the two merged.
However, it is the mechanism of life and death that gives rise to the two energies of yin and yang, life and death.
Giving birth to a child in the belly of a female corpse is extremely rare; it requires the right time, right place and right people, let alone a true immortal of the Pure Yang level.
These female immortals who have achieved immortality are all free and easy. Even if they have a partner, they will not suddenly have the urge to give birth to a child at an "advanced age".
The probability of this kind of Yin-Yang life and death evil being born in the world of Yama is only one in a trillion.
For Tang and Song, it was a great opportunity.
Tang Song flicked his fingers lightly, and the Yin-Yang fish jade pendant flipped on his fingertips, and the black and white energies flowed into his body along his fingertips.
The weight of the Yin-Yang Fish Jade Pendant is also decreasing little by little. This Yin-Yang Fish is not a real jade pendant, but a concentrated Yin-Yang life and death evil.
When he first got the jade pendant, it was as big as a teacup. After two months, it became the size of a coin.
By the time this coin is worn out, Tang Song will have truly achieved great success!
boom!
As the convoy was driving in the middle of Fifth Avenue, there was a loud bang, followed by a series of violent explosions.
Several cars were madly going upstream in the traffic flow. It should be said that a blue car was fleeing madly, while the other cars were chasing it madly from behind.
From time to time, someone in the several chasing cars would stick their heads out and fire wildly at the blue car in front.
Looking at the assault rifles in the hands of these unidentified people, Tang Song just tilted his head slightly. In free America, gunfights happen every day and gunfights are very normal things.
Maybe the guns in the hands of these gangsters were bought from him.
After all, in the entire New York underworld, his men monopolize more than half of the arms business.
Seeing the gunman appear, the originally straight-line convoy began to change shape, and several bulletproof Mercedes-Benz cars sandwiched Tang Song's Rolls-Royce in the middle.
The bodyguards in the car had already skillfully taken out their weapons from under the seats, ready to protect the boss at any time.
The Yin-Yang fish jade pendant was spinning on Tang Song's fingertips. He watched with interest the scene of chasing and fighting outside the car window. The driver of the blue car was a beautiful woman who was quite familiar to Tang Song.
He has black hair, blue eyes, a cool face, deep features, a heroic demeanor, and a curvy figure outlined by a blue-gray uniform.
Agent Hill!
Tang Song watched the girl driving and shooting backwards, her skillful shooting skills and calm demeanor.
It was none other than Maria Hill, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., whom he had met once on the super cruise ship.
Without Nick Fury, it is unexpected that a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. would fall to the point of being hunted down.
Tang Song had no intention of intervening. He was not a saint, nor was he a nymphomaniac who couldn't walk when he saw a woman.
Needless to say, the people who were chasing Hill were naturally Hydra's people. He had no direct conflict with Hydra.
Baron Strucker can testify to this.
Not long ago, Baron Strack came to New York to visit Boss Tang, and the two had a cordial talk.
Accompanied by Kane, the former German nobleman went to Russia to visit the training camp of Tang Security Company in Siberia.
He also expressed his appreciation for the tough qualities of the mercenaries and killers trained by Tang's Security Company.
The two parties finally signed a cooperation agreement, including personnel training, employment, and the business funds involved involved eight figures.
Boss Tang can now put his hands on his hips and say confidently that he can barely be considered a peripheral organization of Hydra.
Therefore, Tang Song, who has his feet on many boats, does not want to get involved in the dispute between Hydra and SHIELD. After all, both sides of his hand are flesh and blood.
No one is paying extra, so why bother
As for what some people say, who saw what Boss Tang did to frame Hydra before! (Threatening face)
Tang Song waved to the driver, and the Mercedes convoy continued to drive.
Unfortunately, New York is a city with heavy traffic, and the convoys going upstream have caused many traffic accidents.
For a time, the entire Fifth Avenue was severely congested.
Obviously, even Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce can't move when faced with a traffic jam.
Tang Song waved his hand, rejecting the driver's idea of calling a helicopter, and sat quietly in the car playing with the Yin-Yang fish.
He was not in a hurry, so he asked the Daredevil to wait a little longer.
On the other side, Agent Hill, who was stuck on the road, was using a car as a cover and engaging in a fierce gun battle with several men in black who were chasing her.
Bullets were flying everywhere. The thin iron sheet of the car could not stop the pistol bullets, let alone the assault rifles. Many unlucky people were accidentally injured or killed by stray bullets.
Agent Hill, relying only on a pistol in his hand, soon fell into a disadvantage and could only fight and retreat.
Not sure whether it was bad luck or luck, she was getting closer and closer to Boss Tang's motorcade.
“Huff…!”
Agent Hill leaned against the wheel of a Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car, closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and tried his best to recover his strength.
She didn't expect that she would be so unlucky. Following the director's instructions, after leaving SHIELD, she went undercover in New York.
From open to covert, waiting for an opportunity to steal information from the Snake Shield Agency.
Due to her understanding of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operating model over the years and the fact that she had several safe houses owned by Nick Fury that could be used alternately, she lurked in New York very smoothly and even destroyed several Hydra's secret bases.
However, she never thought that someone who had not paid any attention to her before would find her by following the trail.
Ray Breslin!
He was the security expert who was used by her and imprisoned in the SHIELD prison. He somehow escaped from the SHIELD aircraft carrier prison.
He also brought out a mutant who was good at tracking, and then found her by following the clues.
Although Hill solved the problem by force, he alerted the agents of SHIELD.
Thinking of this, Agent Hill held the gun handle with both hands and was about to turn sideways to check the position of the SHIELD agents.
Kaka, a series of clear and familiar sounds suddenly rang in her ears.
Agent Hill gripped her gun alertly and turned around abruptly. Several black gun muzzles appeared from the lowered window of the Mercedes-Benz, pointing right at her forehead.
"Agent, put down your gun and follow me, our boss wants to see you!"
The passenger door of the Mercedes opened and a bodyguard with a gun got out. He pointed the gun at Hill and waved at her.
Looking at the guns pointed at him, Hill could only put the gun on the ground and walk towards the Rolls-Royce that the bodyguard pointed at.
"Long time no see, Agent Hill!"
The door of the Rolls-Royce was wide open, and an Asian youth was eating potato chips leisurely, staring at her with an expression as if he was watching a show.
"Mr. Tang?" Hill had a surprised expression on her face, but Tang Song could see some unnaturalness in her expression.
"Hmm, what a coincidence, is Agent Hill being chased for debt?" Tang Song chewed potato chips and looked at Hill with a raised eyebrow.
Agent Hill smiled bitterly and looked back at the SHIELD agent approaching the convoy: "Mr. Tang, I am being hunted down now—"
"Being chased!?" Tang Song put down the potato chips, carefully wiped the oil stains on his fingers with a wet tissue, and picked up a limited edition old gold-plated Winchester shotgun from the passenger seat.
Under Hill's surprised gaze, Tang Song skillfully stuffed No. 12 red hunting bullets into the gun chamber.
With a click, Tang Song loaded the shotgun and pointed the gun at Agent Hill standing in front of him.
"Just a suggestion, could you please stay away from my car!"
Maria Hill looked at the gun in front of her at a loss. This was completely different from what she had imagined.
... ... … … … … …
"Tony, this is what you call help!"
In a secret base located underground in a cave in New Mexico, Nick Fury looked at the flashing gun muzzle on the screen and glanced at the virtual projection beside him.
Next to Nick Fury, the projected image of Tony Stark shook his shoulders:
"It seems that the matter is beyond my expectation. As far as I know, Tang has always been a man who cares for women!
There are so many beauties around him, maybe Agent Hill is not to his taste!"
"So what should we do now? The Hydra people are chasing us closely, and we don't have any extra manpower in New York right now!"
Nick Fury frowned. Hill's encounter with Hydra was not their plan, but an accident.
But they really don't have the manpower to support Hill now. Tony Stark is being secretly monitored by Hydra's people, and Nick Fury suspects that Hydra's people are using Hill to fish.
So even if there are a few chassis that can be used, Nick Fury will not use them easily.
Especially at the critical moment when he faked his death and escaped, and turned from light to darkness.
He wasn't going to be caught by his old boss, Alexander Pierce, for Hill.
Tony Stark could only use Jarvis's technology to hack into the highway traffic control system and provide technical support to Hill.
While checking the surveillance on Fifth Avenue, Tony Stark happened to see Tang Song's motorcade.
He wanted Tang Song to help Hill get out.
This led to the scene where Hill "happened" to run in front of Tang Song's car.
But he didn't expect that Tang Song didn't cherish the opportunity to be a hero and save the damsel in distress that Tony Stark had created for him by paralyzing the traffic lights at several intersections.
A hero saves a beauty, but Tang Song is not a hero and doesn't want to be a hero.
As a poor passerby, I don't want to get involved in a gunfight.
Tang Song clearly saw the group of men in black and the black and white eagle logo of S.H.I.E.L.D. through the rearview mirror.
Although Agent Hill in front of him is a big beauty and a suitable gun mount, she is also a trouble. Boss Tang is a clean and legal businessman and does not want to be associated with a spy agent.
Facing Tang Song's cold gun muzzle and his calm and deep eyes, if she hadn't thrown away the gun, she would have raised her hand and shot the man in anger, but faced with the pursuers getting closer and closer.
She could only roll on the ground and hide under another car.
"Hey, Don, that's not a gentleman's thing to do!"
Tang Song put the shotgun back into the passenger seat, and suddenly a voice like an electronic broadcast came from the car's speakers.
"Tony, what do you think I should do? Save the beauty?"
Tang Song was not surprised when he heard Tony Stark's voice coming from the car speakers.
With Red Queen around, even Jarvis couldn't hack into his network silently. Just now, Red Queen detected the signal fluctuations from the miniature camera on Maria Hill's chest.
After tracking, they contacted Tony Stark.
Tang Song watched through the rearview mirror as Agent Hill used a series of cars to deal with a group of men in black.
Using the overpass, he decisively jumped into a moving truck in the lane below.
Looking at Agent Hill's agile skills, "He is well-trained," Tang Song commented silently.
"According to the plot of Hollywood movies, shouldn't you step forward at this time, be a hero and save the beauty, and finally win her heart?"
"That's just a movie, Tony! How many beautiful Hollywood actresses have not climbed into your bed!
You should be able to feel the difference between movies and reality in bed, I don't want to cause trouble for yourself!"
"Tang, I need your help!" After joking with Tang Song, Tony Stark's voice became serious.
Tang Song played with the Yin-Yang fish, watching it spinning faster and faster at his fingertips, as if the afterimages of two black and white fish were really swimming—
"Help, borrow money? I see that Stark Industries' stock has fallen a lot because you were invited to have coffee by the FBI. How much do you want to borrow?" Tang Song smiled and said, "Just tell me a number. Given our friendship, if it's within ten digits, just say it!"
After hearing Tang Song's "sincere and heartfelt" words, Tony Stark hesitated. He didn't know whether it was a good thing to involve Tang Song.
However, thinking of the fact that SHIELD bears the shadow of the Stark family, as well as the various atrocities committed by Hydra during World War II, Tony Stark finally spoke up:
"Tang, Agent Hill and I are friends. I am busy right now, so I want to ask you to help Agent Hill. This is New York, your home turf, and I know this is a problem for you..."
Tony Stark heard no sound on the phone, "If it's inconvenient for you, forget it, I'll find someone else..."
"Okay, I'll help you!" Tang Song's cheerful voice suddenly came from the silent phone: "It's really annoying to deal with these agents, but, Tony, remember, I'm doing this purely for the sake of our friendship-"
"Tang, I owe you a favor!"
Ending the call with Tony Stark,
Tang Song looked at the group of men in black with S.H.I.E.L.D. badges on their heads, knocking on the windows of cars one by one with their ID cards in hand, and soon they arrived in front of the convoy.
"Hello, sir! We are intelligence officers affiliated with the Federal Central Intelligence Agency, and we need you to leave your identity information!"
Tang looked at the middle-aged agent in front of him.
"Leaving identity information, do I need to sign a confidentiality agreement, or something? Is that woman a foreign spy?"
The middle-aged agent had a businesslike poker face, but when he saw the armed bodyguards beside Tang Song's car, his tone softened a lot.
"This involves national security. No comment, sir!"
… …
New York, Tang Manor, a manor with ancient oriental charm.
The flowing water under the small bridges and the scattered rockery make people feel vaguely like they are in the Suzhou gardens.
The key points of the manor were filled with burly men in suits with bulging waists.
In the reception room, there is a cup of top-quality Biluochun tea with a fragrant aroma, and several stacks of dried fruit snacks are placed on the tea table.
Matt Murdoch touched his bloated belly from drinking tea, and looked at Frank who was sitting next to him with some suspicion under his sunglasses.
"Frank, it's almost noon. If Mr. Tang is really busy, we can visit him tomorrow!"
"Matt, the boss just sent a message that there was a violent attack on Fifth Avenue and the boss's motorcade was stuck on the road. The boss called and asked the kitchen to prepare a feast!"
Frank, who had just gone out, raised his teacup and used tea instead of wine to express his apologies to Matt Murdoch.
Matt Murdock was about to say something.
Deadpool, who was drinking Coke, had bright eyes. "Feast, OK, what are we having for lunch?"
Matt Murdock looked at Deadpool helplessly and said nothing more.
Having been active on the streets of New York for several years, no one knows the strength of Tang Song, the underground emperor of New York, better than Matt Murdoch.
Compared to the previous Kingpin who was showing off his muscles, this new emperor of the underground world is more like a dragon lurking in the water.
He had seen the strength of the scavengers in Tang and Song, which was in no way inferior to ordinary special forces, plus tactical masters like Frank.
If they can really convince Tang Song to help them deal with Hydra, it will undoubtedly be a great help to Natasha and the others.
At noon, the chef in the manor served Chinese dishes such as braised sea cucumber with scallions and eight-treasure duck.
Frank even took out a jar of rice wine from Tang Song's wine cellar to entertain Matt, his "comrade-in-arms" who had fought side by side with him.
"This wine is called Nv'erhong, a kind of rice wine brewed by the oriental folks. This wine originated from the customs of an oriental region.
Families with daughters would brew a jar of wine when their daughter turns one and bury it in the courtyard. When the daughter gets married, they would dig out the jar of wine and entertain friends. That’s why it’s called daughter’s wine!”
Frank was showing off to Matt Murdoch what he had just learned from his Chinese teacher two days ago. For this reason, he spoke this sentence in Chinese on purpose.
Matt Murdock was enjoying the aroma of the rice wine in the glass, while Deadpool beside him had already started tearing off the leg of a rich eight-treasure duck and was devouring it.
... ... ..
On the top floor of an ordinary apartment building, Agent Hill, with his upper body naked, opened the medical kit and painfully treated the wounds on his body. He wiped the wounds with alcohol, and Agent Hill clenched his teeth in pain.
This is a safe house she runs, and only she knows about it.
In the intelligence department, it seems that every elite agent has such a secret base that only he or she knows about.
But Hill never imagined that one day she would use this safe house to escape being hunted by her colleagues.
After Hill bandaged his wound and made himself a cup of coffee, he opened the armory under the sofa and replenished his ammunition.
Her whereabouts were exposed. She could no longer stay in New York and needed to leave as soon as possible. While loading bullets into the magazine, she was thinking about how to leave. She didn't notice that there was a man sitting in her living room, drinking tea and admiring her heroic figure loading bullets.
"Chief, I've escaped their pursuit, but I won't be able to stay in this safe house for too long!"
After reloading the gun magazine, Agent Hill activated the secret communication device with Nick Fury.
"Go find Tang Song. Tony has already talked to him. He will provide you with shelter. After the storm is over, don't stay in New York. Return to the base!"
Inside a secret base in New Mexico, Nick Fury, who was faking his death, was holding a phone, looking at a cube flashing blue light inside the protective shield.
This base is one of his safe houses, although using a base as a safe house sounds a bit extravagant.
However, Nick Fury's many years as the director of SHIELD were not in vain. After realizing that there were problems within SHIELD, he secretly transferred some of SHIELD's important materials to his private safe house, like this Cosmic Cube.
This is also the reason why Alexander Pierce is chasing after his old subordinates.
The naive Commissioner Pierce thought that Hill and the Black Widow had stolen the Cosmic Cube and a bunch of contained objects after Nick Fury's death.
"Tang, go find him!" Hill frowned. Boss Tang's performance on Fifth Avenue left her with a very bad impression.
Especially when Tang Song pointed a shotgun at her, Hill, who had learned facial expressions, was sure that the guy really dared to shoot.
"Tang Song is the biggest underground boss in New York, and even in the entire Federation. His intelligence network and the resources he can call upon are what we lack the most right now.
Come close to him, Hill, the power of Hydra is too great.
We need to use all the power we can now. Natasha has asked Matt to contact him. I need you to cooperate with him to win Tang over!"
"Yes! Sir!" Although Agent Hill was a little reluctant, he still obeyed the order.
"Natasha and Storm accompanied T'Challa to Wakanda. I don't have enough manpower at the moment. Once Agent Barton recovers, I will send him to support you!"
"I can handle it myself, sir!"
… … …
There is a sofa, a low table, and a few potted pine and cypress plants dotted around.
Tang Song sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea, watching Hill treat her wounds until she prepared the bullets and contacted Nick Fury.
When Tang Song heard Nick Fury asking Hill to fight for him, he shook the tea and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.