"Sir, I'm afraid this is a misunderstanding!"
When Masao Megure heard Tang Song reveal his identity as a federal senator, his heart skipped a beat and he knew something was wrong.
Especially when he heard Tang Song asking someone to notify the Federal Embassy and the Federal Headquarters in Japan, Megure Masao was instantly at a loss.
He no longer cared about the burning pain on his face. He suppressed the strong sense of humiliation in his heart and explained to Tang Song almost beggingly.
"Misunderstanding!" Tang Song pulled out a white silk handkerchief from the pocket of his white suit jacket and wiped the hand that had just hit Mu Zhengxiong.
He lowered his head and wiped it very carefully, as if there was something dirty on his hands.
Masao Megure watched this scene with red eyes, but he didn't care about his so-called backbone. He bent down to a 90-degree angle, bowed to Tang Song and expressed his apology.
He knew that he had been tricked this time.
If an ordinary federal citizen breaks the law in Japan, it depends on whether he or she has diplomatic immunity. If he or she has diplomatic immunity, he or she will not be tried in Japan, but will be deported to the Federation for trial.
The information that Masao Megure learned from the Metropolitan Police Department before going on the mission was that this Chinese-Federal man was Mariko Shishida's lover outside and was the leader of a yakuza organization in the Federation.
Damn, a federal congressman, no wonder those old foxes in the Metropolitan Police Department are making excuses.
He is suspected of murdering the son of a cabinet minister. Not to mention the son of a cabinet minister, even if he killed the prime minister's son, given the cabinet bureaucrats' weak attitude towards the federal government, they do not have the courage to try a federal member of parliament. In the end, they still have to negotiate with the federal side and transfer the case to the federal court.
"Private Marseille! Private Marseille!"
At the Shishida old house, Masao Megure led a group of Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department police officers to bow 90 degrees to Tang Song, and kept saying words of apology.
Sweat dripped from Masao Megure's forehead to the ground. He remained in a bowed and apologetic posture, not daring to move.
If the man in front of him really contacted the federal embassy or even alarmed the federal garrison, the matter would escalate into an international dispute.
Masao Megure knew very well that in the end it would be these young policemen who would suffer the consequences.
He has a wife and children to support, and a huge mortgage that has not yet been paid off, so he cannot lose his job at the Metropolitan Police Department.
Tang Song wiped his palms slowly, threw the silk handkerchief worth several hundred dollars to the ground, and glanced at the policeman who was bowing in front of him.
He put his arm around Shishida Mariko's waist and flirted with her for a while as if no one was around, then he got into the Mercedes-Benz car with a group of bodyguards.
"Baga, you are just a Chinese who changed his nationality. What qualifications do you have to show off in Japan?"
As if to vent his anger for his boss, as soon as Tang Song's convoy left Shi Zhitian's old house, a young policeman stood up and started cursing in the direction Tang Song was leaving.
"Takagi—"
Hearing his subordinate's words, Megure Masao quickly stopped him.
But it was too late. The smile on Shishida Mariko's face disappeared. She looked at the young police officer coldly, turned around and ordered the red-haired girl beside her:
"Yukio, tell Minister Ohkawada that because of this police officer's rude remarks, our Shishida Industries will reduce its donations to the Metropolitan Police Department by half from now on. Also tell our affiliated companies to do the same!"
"Ms. Shishida, Takagi was just angry for a moment..."
Masao Megure hurried forward to explain for his subordinate, but Yukio stepped forward to stop him, grasped the hilt of the samurai sword, and pulled out half of the sword.
Looking at the samurai sword blocking the cold sky, Masao Megure had no choice but to stop.
Shishida Mariko ignored the police and went back to the old house accompanied by Yukio and a group of Shishida bodyguards.
"Takagi, you're too impulsive!"
Masao Megure turned around and looked at his subordinates, with a trace of regret in his eyes.
He knew that once Shishida Industry put pressure on him, the career of this subordinate who graduated from the University of Tokyo and had a promising future would be over.
"Sir, the Chinese Federation man is the most likely suspect in Takahashi Hideki's death, and Shishida Mariko is also involved. Takahashi Hideki is the son of the Minister of the Interior, and he will definitely not let them go..."
The young police officer Takagi felt a little flustered when he saw the pity in Masao Megure's eyes, but he still spoke with forced calmness.
"Let's go! Takagi!"
Masao Megure didn't say anything, but patted Takagi on the shoulder and walked towards the police car with a group of police officers.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Takagi feels that the colleagues who used to be close to him are starting to become distant towards him.
... ... ... .
"boss!"
In the car returning to the hotel, Tang Song connected to Kane's video.
"I've arrived in New Mexico and saw the hammer you mentioned!" Kane looked a little depressed.
Tang Song smiled and said, "From the look of you, I can tell that you didn't pick up the hammer!"
Kane groaned, "Boss, after I injected Serum Zero and awakened the power of the White Tiger, I am strong enough to lift a Boeing plane. That hammer doesn't look big, but I used all my strength and it didn't move at all!
This is unscientific. Even if it weighs hundreds of tons, it can't remain motionless when I use all my strength!"
"Science!" Tang Song crossed his legs and said, "The White Tiger Power you awakened is not scientific at all. That hammer is the Thor's Hammer from Norse mythology.
The hammerhead is forged from the core of a decaying planet, and the handle is a branch of the World Tree, which is said to weigh as much as a planet! "
"It's cast with Asgard's magic, it's normal that you can't lift it!"
"Mjolnir, Boss, you mean Thor, the god of thunder in Norse mythology, is this his hammer?"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Kane couldn't help but look back at the sand dunes not far away. A crane had appeared there at some point, and a bearded man wearing a safety helmet was trying to lift the hammer.
"Boss, are the stories in Norse mythology true?"
"Half true and half false. Asgard is outside the earth. You can regard them as a group of powerful aliens!" Tang Song said.
"Boss, the sudden appearance of Thor's hammer here, does it mean that those Norse gods will appear on Earth..." Kane clenched his fists, eager to try, as if he wanted to test the strength of those legendary "gods".
"That's why I asked you to go there. Keep an eye on that place. If there's any unusual movement, notify me at any time!"
"Yes! Boss!"
After hanging up the video, Tang Song leaned back in his chair, stroking the black jade ring on his thumb and closing his eyes to rest.
Thor's hammer, Thor.
Without S.H.I.E.L.D., I wonder if Thor can still join the Avengers.
Tang Song had no intention of making friends with the Thunder God in advance.
He didn't want to get involved in Asgard's big family ethics drama.
Odin, who is about to fall into Ragnarok, is like a dying emperor.
He exiled Thor to Earth, which was simply a test.
The adopted son Loki is a whetstone, and once the result of the trial exceeds Odin's expectations.
Or if Thor's life is threatened, a spear of Gungnir might fall from the sky.
Although Tang Song was very curious about the strength of Odin, Marvel's top father god, he really didn't want to face her.
He sent Kane to New Mexico just to see if there would be any accidents during Thor's trip to Earth due to his butterfly effect.
Thor, Loki, then the plot of Avengers 1 is not far away.
It's just that now S.H.I.E.L.D. has become Snake Shield, I don't know if the Avengers can still appear as scheduled~
… …
When Tang Song returned to the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, Bai Youling had been waiting in the room for a long time.
"Boss!" Bai Youling nodded slightly towards Tang Song.
Tang Song took off his suit jacket, and the bodyguard behind him took the jacket, hung it on the clothes rack, then walked out, gently closed the door, and stood guard at the door.
Tang Song walked to the sofa and sat down, waving to Bai Youling: "Sit down! Don't be so reserved, you did a good job!"
"Boss, killing someone is a very simple thing," Bai Youling sat on the sofa opposite Tang Song.
"Boss, the Metropolitan Police Department has come to you. Do you want to hand over the Minister of the Interior who is putting pressure on the Metropolitan Police Department to..."
"We should understand the feelings of an old father who lost his son," Tang Song smiled slightly, "Let's talk about it after I leave Japan. Assassinating a Minister of the Interior is equivalent to slapping the Japanese government in the face!
Even clay figures have some earthiness, so I give them some face.
However, you keep a close eye on him. If this Home Secretary doesn't know what's good for him, reunite them!"
"Yes! Boss!" Bai Youling nodded, indicating that he understood.
"For the next two days, have your people keep a close eye on the Shishida old house, especially on Shishida Shingen's movements. If there's any sign of trouble, notify me immediately!"
"Yes! Boss!"
After listening to Tang Song's instructions, Bai Youling quickly left Tang Song's room.
The hotel entrance of the presidential suite…
A bodyguard was leading a sweet-looking Japanese woman waiting in front of the door.
Bai Youling had been in Tokyo for several months and recognized at a glance that the woman named Ishihara in front of him was a very famous actress in Japan.
White Ghost did not ask much about the boss's private life. He arranged for a few red-clothed ninjas to stay behind in the hotel and then left.
… … …
"Tanaka-kun, how is the investigation going? What is the identity of the female doctor next to my father?"
After the conversation with Tang Song, Shishida Shingen was like an ant on a hot pan. He didn't want to wait a moment and immediately called his confidants to investigate the private doctor of Shishida Ichiro.
"Private Masai, Master Shingen, the identity of the female doctor beside the old man is very mysterious. I have used many connections but have not been able to find out her origins!"
The middle-aged subordinate in a suit and tie knelt in front of Shishida Shingen.
"I haven't checked it clearly!" Shishida Xinxuan thought of what Tang Song had said, and a trace of haze flashed through his heart: "Not checking it clearly is the biggest loophole. The identity of a private doctor is so confidential, he should not have lied to me!"
“Immortality, if the old man is really immortal, then what am I?!
"Father, everyone will die eventually. This is destiny and fate! If you really want to go against fate, then I'm sorry!"
Tanaka quietly raised his head and looked at the frustrated Shingen in front of him with a distorted face like a devil. His heart trembled and he quickly lowered his head.
"Tanaka, how is the search for the ninjas from the four clans of Fuu, Lin, Huoshan that I asked you to recruit going?"
Hearing what Shishida Shingen said, Tanaka quickly said, "Shingen-sama, the ninjas of the Wind and Fire clans have made it clear that they will support us!"
“How many people can be mobilized?”
"Ah?" Tanaka was stunned, then said: "One hundred people are no problem!"
"Contact the leaders of the Wind and Fire tribes for me and tell them that I want to meet them and drink a bowl of sworn brotherhood wine!"
"Ha Yoon!"
... ... ...
Tang Song was wearing a bathrobe, sitting on the sofa in the Hilton presidential suite, overlooking the night view of Tokyo.
The busy woman squatting under him has been replaced.
At this time, the doorbell rang outside the door. The famous Japanese singer raised her head and looked at Tang Song with her pure and innocent big eyes.
Boss Tang touched her head and said, "Go back to the bedroom first!"
The pink jade-like beauty returned to the bedroom naked.
"Enter!"
Tang Song closed his bathrobe and turned around.
White Ghost pushed the door open and walked in, "Boss, there's movement from Shishida Shingen!"
"Where is Mariko?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows.
"Boss, Miss Mariko has been picked up and is waiting for you in the car downstairs!"
… …
Tokyo Bay, Shishida Old House
Ichiro Shishida spent seventy years building a network of influence that spanned the political and business circles in Japan. It can be said that no force in Japan dared to provoke the Shishida family.
Even the bodyguards of the Shishida family firmly believed this, so their negligence led to their deaths.
The ninjas dressed in black ninja uniforms blended into the night and sneaked into the old house of Shishida.
The ninjas, whose samurai swords are coated with a layer of poisonous black paint, have taken the essence of assassination to the extreme.
The blade cut the bodyguard's throat, and he covered his mouth with one hand, threw him to the ground, and dragged him aside. In the night, the dark ninja held the equally dark blade and reached for the next one.
Corners and flower bushes were filled with the bodies of assassinated bodyguards and gunmen.
With the help of the traitor Shishida Shingen, the Shishida old house was completely defenseless to the ninjas.
"Go in and take a look!"
Tang Song got out of the car, holding Shishida Mariko in his arms, and walked in front, while Bai Youling and Xuexiu, with two samurai swords stuck in their backs, walked behind.
Following behind him was Adam, who was as big as a hill.
Two red-clothed ninjas quietly opened the door from the inside. Tang Song walked in front and walked along the bluestone path towards the depths of the house.
There were corpses everywhere, among the flowers and in the corners.
Along the way, Shida Mariko's face was full of disbelief...
"Bang!"
One third of the house was gone.
A gunshot broke the dead silence of the night.
“Bang, bang, bang… ”
There was the sound of fierce gunfire, loud shouting and yelling.
"Sir, there are a large number of gunmen in the backyard! There are also more than a dozen mutants!
The invaders are engaging them!"
A ninja wrapped in red clothes quickly came to Tang Song, knelt on one knee and reported!
"Mutants!" Tang Song lowered his eyes, "Lead the way!"
"Ha Yi!"
... ... ...
"Shingen, you really disappoint me?"
Shingen Shishida stood between the halls with a samurai sword in both hands.
Several trusted men protected him behind them.
Of course, it wasn't him who was speaking, but a skinny old man sitting in a wheelchair.
The wheelchair seemed to be constantly flowing like mercury, and the dejected Ichiro Tadashi was leaning on it in his pajamas. His face was full of age spots, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's.
The black-clad ninjas from the Wind and Fire clans stood behind Shishida Ichiro, as if they were dumb and didn't say a word.
"Father, you should blame yourself. You forced me to do this. If you want to be immortal, I will never be able to take charge of Shishitian!"
Shishida Shingen's body was covered with wounds, gunshots, and knife wounds. He leaned against the pillar of the pavilion and shouted at Shishida Ichiro at the top of his lungs.
“The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, I have nothing to say, I didn’t expect that Tanaka was the person you arranged to be by my side!
You also arranged the ninjas from the Wind and Fire tribes..."
Shishida Ichiro looked at his dying son without any tenderness in his eyes.
"The problem has been solved, push me to the operating room!"
Shishida Ichiro said coldly to the female doctor beside him that to him, his biological son was nothing more than a trivial future worry.
Shishida Shingen laughed miserably, raised the samurai sword in his hand and was about to stab himself in the abdomen.
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded outside the pavilion.
"Mr. Shizhitian, I'm sorry that I didn't have a good chat with you last time I visited you. I'm so sorry!"
In the dark night, handsome and cool Boss Tang, dressed in white, walked in from the dark courtyard with the dejected Mariko Shida in his arms, leaning on a cane.
"It's you!"
Shishida Shingen looked at Tang Song.
Tang Song didn't even bother to look at him. His eyes were on the devastated Tian Shilang and the beautiful doctor pushing the wheelchair behind him.
"Mr. Tang, I wonder how the Shishida family has offended you that you have to make such a big scene!?"
Shishida Ichiro looked at the group of red-clothed ninjas behind Tang Song, raised his body, and the mercury-like wheelchair behind him automatically changed with his body shape and supported him.
"Mr. Shishida, Mariko is my woman. Logically, you are the elder, but for some money, you have ended up like this. How ugly!"
Tang Song stretched out his hand and the bodyguard beside him handed him a cut cigar. Tang Song picked up the cigar, and it ignited without fire.
"In order to prevent you and your son from killing each other, I have a suggestion. How about handing Shishida over to Mariko? It will be better for everyone!"
When Shishida Ichiro heard Tang Song's words, his eyes narrowed and he laughed, "Mr. Tang, you are joking. I am old and my time is running out. My son is unfilial. Who else can I leave this family property to if not Mariko?!"
"That's good!" Tang Song puffed out smoke, his eyes shining like swords in the white smoke: "By the way, you also met Logan, I think two days is enough for you to catch up. This time I came, I also want to take him away, do you have any objection?"
When Tang Song mentioned Logan, Shishi Tian Shilang's face suddenly turned ugly.