After finishing the call with Nick Fury, Hill hung up the communicator.
She had been hungry for a long time and was about to go to the kitchen to make some compressed biscuits and get some canned food.
Ding, the crisp sound of a teacup hitting glass sounded behind her. In the silent environment, it reached her ears like a thunderclap.
Hill rolled forward, his steps light and agile like a raccoon cat.
Almost in the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of the table where the pistol was placed, picked up the black pistol that had just been loaded with a magazine, and quickly turned around and pointed it behind her.
"It's you!"
Hill had already made the worst plan in her mind, but she didn't expect that when she pointed the gun at someone, the person sitting on the sofa in the living room was not the Hydra she had imagined.
"Well, you are worthy of being a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., your skills and reflexes are pretty good! Are you interested in hanging out with me—"
Tang Song didn't care at all about the gun pointed at him. He walked to the window and opened the curtains. The sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the dark room.
Hill glanced at the cup of steaming tea that Tang Song had placed on the table. What made her scalp tingle was,
Not only did Tang Song find her secret safe house, but when he entered the safe house, all the early warning devices she had set up became ineffective. She didn't even know how long Tang Song had stayed in the room.
"The house needs more sunlight, otherwise it will get damp easily, which is not good for your health!"
Tang Song spread out his hands to enjoy the sunshine, then walked to the sofa and sat down again, placing his hands on the armrest and tapping it with his index finger.
"Nick Fury is still alive? Just as I guessed, this is the bad thing about you as agents. You live like rats in a gutter!"
"We are here to maintain world peace and stability and fight against terrorists, but Mr. Tang, your criminal records at S.H.I.E.L.D. are a meter high!"
Agent Hill stared at Tang Song. The sunlight outside the glass window sprinkled on Tang Song, as if he was covered with gold fragments. Agent Hill was a little dazed for a moment. She lowered her gun-holding hand and couldn't help but retorted.
"Maintain world peace and fight against terrorists!" Tang Song seemed to have heard something particularly funny. He held his stomach and laughed wildly.
"Ms. Hill, you are a senior agent fighting terrorists, but now you are being chased by a group of terrorists and have nowhere to go. Instead, you ask for help from a criminal like me?!"
"Oh, by the way, you guys forced me into being a criminal. For insulting and slandering members of the federal Senate, I have the right to sue you, S.H.I.E.L.D., directly!
Believe me, if we go to court, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely lose the case!"
After Tang Song had laughed enough, he stood up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go!"
"Where are you going?" Agent Hill's eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance.
Tang Song stretched himself, glanced at her, and walked towards the door: "Of course you're going home with me. Didn't your director ask you to win me over?"
Hill looked at Tang Song's back hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed him.
... ... ..
Downstairs of the apartment building, a pure black Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the road, with two burly men in black clothes with bulging waists standing by.
Hill chose this safe house in a civilian community with a large flow of people in order to hide his tracks.
Civilian communities with large traffic flow can indeed cover up tracks and cause trouble for trackers, but the public security in such places is often not very good.
A top-of-the-line luxury car worth several million dollars appeared in the community, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
Among them were quite a few gang members, they stared at the Rolls-Royce with sly eyes. The car was worth several million US dollars, and if they could really get it and resell it, they could get at least hundreds of thousands.
And this is not a wealthy area, there are no patrolmen patrolling all the time...
Although there were several bodyguards who seemed to be carrying guns.
But in the federation, it's just like who doesn't have a gun.
Soon a small gang in the community could no longer bear it.
It is called a small gang, but in fact it is just a few thugs who get together and usually extort nearby stores and do some zero-dollar shopping.
A black gangster with dreadlocks and a big gold chain around his neck, whose authenticity was unknown, passed in front of the Rolls-Royce while making hip-hop gestures with his hands.
He seemed to inadvertently glance at the bulging waists of the two black-clad bodyguards and whistled softly.
Hearing his whistle, several hooligans not far away showed joy in their eyes—
The whistles of their small gang have specific meanings. The whistle just now means that these bodyguards do not carry heavy firepower.
At the signal of his companion, a burly black man quietly opened the door of the broken pickup truck beside him and reached for the Uzi submachine gun.
The black gangster with dreadlocks glanced at the flying goddess that was said to be worth tens of thousands of dollars, wondering if it was made of pure gold.
He glanced down and saw a familiar New York license plate number!
Seeing the license plate number that he could only hear when bragging, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes and took another look.
After making sure that he was not mistaken, he suddenly turned around in horror and whistled desperately behind him.
"Shhhh—"
Hearing a sudden sharp and rapid whistle, the strong black man who was holding the gun stopped moving the gun, turned around in a daze and looked at his accomplices.
A few hooligans who gathered together looked at their accomplice with an unhappy expression in some confusion.
The young man with dreadlocks had an extremely ugly look on his face. He staggered back and came to his accomplices. Without saying a word, he started to take them away.
"Mike, you are stupid. It's a rare opportunity for a big fat sheep to appear in our territory. The patrol police will not come for another two hours. We have enough time to get rid of these bodyguards and sell the car!"
A thug with an unknown cigarette in his mouth, his eyes a little blurry from smoking: "You are worried about the revenge of these rich old men. Once we sell the car, everyone can get tens of thousands of dollars. Then we can find a place to hide for a while, and they can't find us..."
As if to increase his persuasiveness, the gangster reached behind his back and tried to pull out the pistol from his waist.
His voice was so loud that it even attracted the two bodyguards next to the Rolls-Royce to look over here.
The dreadlocked thug named Mike, whose naturally dark face turned pale with fear, stepped forward and held down his companion's right hand as he was about to draw his gun.
He gritted his teeth, pulled out a folding knife from his bosom and stabbed it directly into his kidney.
"Fuck!"
"Oh my god, Mike you are crazy!"
"Fuck!"
The gangster who was smoking a cigarette touched his waist, raised his hand and looked at his bloody hand, looking at this good brother in disbelief.
"Do you know whose car that is? It's Tang..." Mike deliberately lowered his voice when he said the last sentence, but as soon as he said it, several thugs screamed as if their necks were cut.
“Puff!”
“Puff!”
“Puff!”
Several thugs silently surrounded Mike and the unlucky guy, and soon the sound of a sharp blade stabbing into the body was heard from the circle.
The two bodyguards took a look at the obvious gang vendetta here but didn't pay much attention to it.
“The community you chose is quite lively!”
Tang Song walked in front with a cane, and Hill followed him silently. A bodyguard in black immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for Boss Tang.
Before getting on the bus, Tang Song inadvertently turned his head and looked at the group of thugs who were staring at this side in the distance.
A few hooligans who were watching this side met Tang Song's gaze, and they were all frightened and their faces turned pale. Several of them gave Tang Song a flattering smile.
Tang Song smiled, greeted Hill, and got into the car directly.
After the two were seated, a bodyguard in black closed the door for Boss Tang and sat in the passenger seat.
The Rolls-Royce started and drove away.
Watching Rolls-Royce go away, several thugs breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and felt like they had escaped death.
... ... ..
The spacious interior of the Rolls-Royce.
Tang Song took out two silver plates with silver covers from the small refrigerator. He opened the silver covers and found two beautifully shaped dessert cakes inside.
"It's already past noon, eat something first!"
Tang Song pressed a button next to the seat of the Rolls-Royce, and a small table rose between him and Hill.
Tang Song put two desserts on the table, took out two sets of plastic knives and forks, and handed one to the small table in front of Hill.
Tang Song picked up the knife and fork and started cutting the cake, then put a piece into his mouth.
The chocolate cream cake, spread with chocolate and filled with almonds and jam, is made by a Michelin three-star chef and is fragrant but not greasy.
Tang Song doesn't like sweets, but this tastes really good.
Hill took the knife and fork and looked at the exquisite cake in front of her. Although she was starving, she had no intention of eating it.
She stared at Tang Song and asked doubtfully:
"Why did your attitude change so quickly? You clearly didn't want to help me on Fifth Avenue!?"
Tang Song put a piece of cake into his mouth, chewing it, enjoying the sweetness of the cake, and looked up at Hill:
"You don't understand this. Your behavior on Fifth Avenue is like a drowning person trying to pull me, an innocent passerby standing on the shore, into the water..."
“Just because I can swim doesn’t mean I like being dragged into the water…
Jumping into the water voluntarily and being dragged into the water are two different things! "
"I'm going to help you this time because Tony exchanged a favor for me. The favor of Iron Man is worth me handing you a bamboo pole when you fall into the water! That's all!"
Tang Song’s explanation was thorough and clear, but after listening to this explanation, Hill felt a little uncomfortable.
However, as a veteran agent, Hill quickly controlled his emotions.
"I was presumptuous this morning on Fifth Avenue, Mr. Tang!"
Hill picked up the knife and fork and cut the cake in front of him, expressing his apologies to Tang Song with a sincere expression.
"Nothing!" Tang Song smiled.
Hill hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Tang, you should have heard what Director Fury and I said. Do you have any thoughts?"
"Ideas? You want me to help your SHIELD fight Hydra!?"
Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took out a tissue from the napkin box and wiped his mouth.
"This is not a pool. Tony Stark won't let me wade into this muddy water for his sake. Besides, this is no longer muddy water. It's a muddy pond, a swamp, but..."
Tang Song had a frown on his face that showed he couldn't bear to look at it.
He tapped the table in front of him with his fingers. "The reason why crab fishermen in Alaska risk their lives to fight against the wind and waves is because king crabs can bring them huge profits! Enough for them to support their families!"
"Nick Fury wouldn't think that I would spend money and effort to help him just by saying something without any reason!"
Tang Song looked at Hill with a half-smile, which made him feel creepy.
"Or are you planning to follow Nick Fury's idea and use the honey trap on me?!"
"What? Tang, you misunderstood. What kind of beauty trap is this? I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings." Hill clenched his knife and fork, and his voice rose several degrees.
"The director just wants me to convince you as much as possible..."
"That's the best," Tang Song shook his head and smiled, "Agent Hill, you are very beautiful. To use our Eastern words, you are heroic!"
"But the honey trap style really doesn't suit you. Agent Natasha is very suitable for this style?"
"Do you like Natasha?" Hill asked.
"No, compared to the charming Black Widow, I still appreciate women like you more. However, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot be equated with profit!"
"Mr. Tang, what conditions would make you stand on our side?"
Agent Hill's expression became serious after listening to Tang Song's blunt words.
Agent Hill is not just a vase. On the contrary, within S.H.I.E.L.D., her position is second only to Nick Fury, and she is Nick Fury's right-hand man.
Hill has the final say on many matters within S.H.I.E.L.D.
She understood how much SHIELD needed Tang Song as external aid now.
This is something that cannot be compared to one or a few superheroes.
With the exception of Tony Stark, the Avengers may be capable, but they are only good at destruction.
But the man in front of him is different. He possesses enormous power.
Even if they are unable to eliminate Hydra for the time being, they can rely on the power of Tang and Song to keep the situation from being too bad.
Not to mention the Holy Shield Brotherhood behind Tang Song. If we can get their support, then...
There was a gleam in Hill's eyes.
"Director Nick Fury died, and you have no interest in taking over as Director of SHIELD!?"
Hill listened to Tang Song's words with a look of surprise on his face.
She didn't quite understand what Tang Song meant by this.
She didn't believe that Tang Song didn't hear her conversation with the director in the safe house.
And he said in person that the director had faked his death.
Now what does he mean by this statement.
She succeeded Director Fury as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Are you kidding? The current SHIELD is Hydra's lair. She finally escaped from it, so why would she go back
Countless thoughts flashed through Hill's mind, but his face remained expressionless.
But what is the real intention of this man saying this
"It's just a joke, Agent Hill. Please tell Director Fury that I'm interested in extraordinary items. If he can come up with something that interests me, I don't mind helping you!"
Tang Song stated his request with a smile and put his hand on Hill's shoulder.
Hill felt as if she was electrocuted. Feeling the warmth of Tang Song's palm, she felt like she was entangled by an anaconda, and her whole body trembled.
"Extraordinary item, Mr. Tang, I will tell Director Fury!"
Hill tried to calm his tone and spoke calmly.
Tang Song's hand slid down Hill's leg...
Hill leaned back, with her upper body tilted back, showing a perfect curve, her beautiful eyes fixed on Tang Song's face:
"Mr. Tang, please be more respectful. I am not the kind of woman you think!"
"Ms. Hill, I'm afraid you misunderstood. I'm far more interested in your talents than your body. Are you interested in working for me? I can help you become the director of SHIELD!"
"You want to place your people in SHIELD!" At this time, Hill finally realized Tang Song's true purpose.
Tang Song's hands, well, under this tension, seemed to be in the wrong place, a little uncoordinated.
"You'll be mine, right?"
Tang Song raised his hand and pinched Hill's face and asked.
"You are very ambitious, Don," Maria Hill sneered, "Do you think you will succeed?"
Agent Hill's hand quietly reached for the plastic knife and fork on the table...
Tang Song smiled, turned around, and pointed a finger at Xier's forehead before she could react.
"Director Hill, I'm not trying to plant people in SHIELD. I want SHIELD and HYDRA too!"
Tang Song leaned close to Hill's ear and whispered something so soft that Hill almost felt suffocated.
… … … …
When Tang Song returned to the manor, it was almost evening.
"Come on, everyone, have a taste of this Wagyu beef flown in from Japan!"
Tang's Manor, in front of the long oak table in the restaurant...
Tang Song used a knife and fork to cut the beef. The A4 Wagyu was grilled to medium rare. When the beef was cut, it had a refreshing meaty aroma.
When you bite into your mouth, it has a very tender and fragrant taste.
"Well, it tastes good. The Japanese aren't very good people, but they are still unique in raising cattle and doing art!"
At the long table, Tang Song sat at the head
Deadpool sat in the guest seat, using a knife and fork, showing no sign of being polite. He stuffed a piece of meat in his mouth and looked up at Tang Song. Those who agreed all muttered:
"Body art? I didn't expect that billionaires would watch this kind of Japanese movies. We are kindred spirits. I have a lot of discs collected at home. Would you like to sell you a few? Who do you like? **Sora, ***Maria...Kitagawa**"
Tang Song stopped the silver fork with beef on it at his mouth, covered his mouth with his fist and coughed.
“Ahem!”
"Mr. Tang, Wade is such a carefree person!"
Matt Murdock, who was sitting next to Deadpool, quickly eased the awkward atmosphere and spoke up to come to the rescue.
Just now, Tang Song made it clear that he could provide some manpower, weapons and financial support to SHIELD.
If this matter was ruined by Deadpool's big mouth, he would really want to kill Deadpool.
"Am I wrong?!" Deadpool was a little confused, then he scratched his head and looked at Tang Song and said suddenly:
"You are different from us. You are so rich. You don't need to buy any discs. You can find real people, those stars, and it doesn't matter if you invite them to make a movie."
Deadpool looked at Tang Song with an indescribable expression and licked his lips enviously:
"Monopoly, do you want me to take a video for you? I'm a professional photographer..."
Tang Song looked at Deadpool expressionlessly, and veins seemed to pop out on his jade-like face...
Lai En on the side lowered his head and looked at the beef on the plate, as if studying the texture of the beef.
Frank turned around and studied the material of the knife and fork in his hand with Kane.
Among the people at the table, only the little crazy Gu Ziyun was looking at Deadpool with shining eyes.
"You also think that uncle is a pervert..."
Before Gu Ziyun could finish her words, Tang Song raised his finger and her mouth was sealed with an invisible spell.
“Hmm…” Gu Ziyun glared at Tang Song, his face full of dissatisfaction.
Deadpool saw this scene and was about to speak for Gu Ziyun
Snap
Matt Murdoch "looked" at Tang Song's expression, raised his hand and slapped him on the head.
"Eat well! Even Wagyu can't stop you from eating..."
… … …
After Mark Murdoch left with Deadpool, in Tang Song's study.
The maid came forward and poured the red wine from the decanter into the wine glass.
The deep red wine in the crystal glass exuded a strange beauty as Tang Song swayed it.
The cheapest box of Petrus red wine costs more than 20,000 pounds, which is twice as much as Lafite.
As the bitter yet fragrant red wine took a sip, Tang Song enjoyed the happiness that money brought him.
"Lai En, go find some romantic action actresses in Japan. They need to be ugly. Get Deadpool! Find some photographers and make some good movies for him!"
While drinking red wine, Tang Song thought of what Deadpool had just said and said with gritted teeth.
Lai En looked at his boss's amused expression and quickly marked the matter as a top priority and kept it in mind.
He decided to do it immediately, and when the Japanese female star arrived, he would go there personally to capture Deadpool and film the movie.
I'm really worried about handing this over to the people below me. If Deadpool runs away, the boss will ask him to take over...
Lai En shuddered just thinking about that scene.
… …
Tang Song lay alone on the big and soft bed, looking at the moonlight in the dark night through the skylight.
Maria Hill was a casual move for him. If he remembered correctly, in Marvel comics, this woman had been the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
The ability, plus his support, is enough to take control of S.H.I.E.L.D. "after the death of Nick Fury."
Coming back from the dead, a person who has been officially declared dead should just lie still in his coffin.
SHIELD and Hydra have them under control, and Tang Song is planning his own plan.
I always have the illusion that I am the mastermind behind it.
The villain, the mastermind, does he count? !
Tang Song himself was not clear. After coming to the Marvel world, he didn't want to be a street vigilante like Spider-Man, nor did he have any interest in destroying the world.
What he wants is freedom, unfettered freedom...
As a wealthy and powerful immortal, pursuing power and enjoying life, if possible, he would like to return to the world he came from.
“Extraordinary items, I wonder what S.H.I.E.L.D. has in its collection
The Cosmic Cube, this kind of hidden treasure, Nick Fury, a hard-boiled guy, will definitely not take it out!
The Space Gem, I really want it, but this thing can be used by someone to open the door on the other side, and now it is a time bomb in my hand!"
Tang Song was thinking about what he could squeeze out of Nick Fury.
The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Under the moonlight, Selena slowly took off her pajamas, revealing her slender, curvy and sexy figure.
Tang Song half-raised himself, leaned against the head of the bed, and admired the goddess of the night in front of him...
A night of silence...