Tang Song's words made West look satisfied.
However, Tang Song showed a hint of embarrassment at the right time.
"Mr. Tang, do you have any other questions?" West noticed and asked directly.
Tang Song pretended to be a businessman and said embarrassedly:
"There is indeed a problem. I promised Father Dekler that I would maintain stability in New York, but during this period, my men suffered a lot of casualties from the counterattack of these vampires?"
“After all, we didn’t expect that someone would be crazy enough to want to summon ancient evil creatures.” Tang Song hesitated to speak.
West and Dekler's eyes revealed a look of expectedness.
Merchants are profit-driven, and before they came they had considered that the Tang and Song dynasties would make additional demands.
If there had not been a change in the Vatican that was extremely important to their faction, the Inquisition would not have been able to mobilize its personnel on a large scale.
This time, the evil creature in New York is so serious that it is not something that Tang Song, a demon hunter, can handle.
"I heard from Dekler that Mr. Tang wants to get involved in the arms business," West said, "I have a business deal here. I wonder if Mr. Tang is interested?"
Tang Song showed a curious look on his face at the right time: "What business? I'd like to hear the details!"
"Several divisions of the Italian Armed Forces have recently been upgrading their armaments. They are preparing to update some of their weapons and equipment!" West paused.
When Tang Song heard this, he stood up and poured a glass of French Porto white wine for the two of them and said:
"No arms dealer would refuse this kind of arms business, but I heard that this kind of business has very high requirements for qualifications!"
West laughed:
"I have some friendship with the Italian Minister of Defense, and the person in charge of military procurement is an old acquaintance of Bishop Grant!"
After saying that, he looked at Dekler.
Dekler realized that it was time for him to express his opinion, so he nodded and said:
"Mr. Tang, Bishop Grant already knows about this. As long as the Blood God's coming does not affect the Vatican, he will be responsible for the procurement."
Tang Song frowned, took a cigar from Lai En, and gestured to the two of them:
"You don't mind, do you?"
West spread his hands and motioned for him to smoke.
Tang Song smoked a cigar and smiled:
"Then, I'll take 35% of this business, and I'll register the arms company as soon as possible. Of course, the buyer's side will still require Mr. West's strong cooperation."
West nodded naturally, and Dekler also agreed.
This is natural. Although a country's armament replacement may only be a part of it, the profit is almost several billion dollars.
Tang Song takes 35%, and the rest of the cake will naturally be divided among other people upstream and downstream.
As for how they divided it, Tang and Song didn't care.
… …
After the deal was done, Tang Song casually asked West:
"Mr. West, I heard that priests are all ascetics. I wonder what your hobbies are?"
West didn't seem to expect Tang Song to have this question. After hesitating for a moment, he organized his words and said:
"Well, I'm very interested in ancient castles in various countries...
I travel to continental Europe every year.
To be honest, I am a crazy fan of medieval castles.
Maybe I should visit the people who own the ancient castles all over Europe and explore some of the wonders.”
Tang Song looked at the small silver cross exposed by West, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Visit the strange man. This is to inspect and monitor the vampires in various castles.
Tang Song clapped softly, laughed, took out his checkbook, signed a blank check and handed it to West:
"Mr. West, this is just a small token of appreciation."
West declined with a half-smile:
“This, then, is not necessary.
Mr. Tang, we are very grateful for your strong support in dealing with the Blood God's affairs. This..."
Tang Song said seriously: "I am a businessman, so businessmen always like to measure everything with money.
I think Mr. West is a person worth associating with. In the future, in business and in many other aspects, we will need the support of a person as famous and powerful as you. Aren't you happy to accept this little gift?"
West licked his lips, glanced into Tang Song's eyes, and saw the slick look of a typical profiteer.
He smiled with relief, took the check, and put it into his pocket without hesitation, while pointing at Dekler and saying:
"Well, I won't be polite, Mr. Tang. In the next Republican election, I hope you can... Well, the opinions of a big boss with financial strength like you are very necessary for the help and support of the Republican Party..."
Tang Song showed a look of understanding, thought shrewdly for a long time, and then smiled.
Dekler and West laughed at the same time and said goodbye.
The two of them were sent far away by Frank.
Tang Songcai stroked his chin thoughtfully and said:
"The deputy chief judge of the Inquisition has so much power that he can influence the politics of the Federation?"
The Inquisition was an institution established by the Vatican in the Middle Ages to try heretics.
Aims to eliminate all anti-church heretics and people with heretical ideas.
In the Middle Ages, the Inquisition had great power and could burn suspects at the stake without any trial.
They were responsible for the witch burnings in the Middle Ages.
Today, although the influence of the Inquisition has declined, the director of the Inquisition is second only to the Pope in status within the Vatican.
And West was one of the two deputy chief inquisitors of the Inquisition.
His status is second only to the chief referee and the director.
The deputy chief inquisitor of the Inquisition is a big shot. No wonder the energy intensity on his body is so high.
After seeing off West and Dekler, Tang Song sat on the sofa and narrowed his eyes slightly, a unique divine light flashed across his face.
Unlike Dekler, he felt an energy from this deputy chief referee that was very similar to the cross on Dekler's body.
However, in terms of energy, the so-called holy power on West is at least ten times that on Dekler's cross.
Is this the confidence that the Inquisition has in sealing the Blood God
Ryan frowned: "Now the Vatican's influence is mainly in the field of faith. On the political level, many countries will not buy into it.
I'm afraid they came to you for some benefit this time. This West is probably quite powerful."
Tang Song corrected his point of view: "It's not that he is not weak, but that he is very strong. Don't underestimate him. If there is a conflict in the future, if you still think that he is just not weak, you'd better commit suicide as soon as possible...
Of course, I won’t let a conflict with them happen…
Haha, they use us, why don't we use them?"
Lai En showed a look of understanding.
Tang Song said viciously: "Well, let's prepare to find a few arms companies to cooperate with. Forget about Stark Industries, they are too expensive. We are looking for the kind that is good quality and cheap. Only by reducing the cost can we make more money!
Hammer Industries is pretty good! Although the quality is a little poor, I guess the Italian soldiers won’t mind. "
"It's a shame that the Italian military doesn't use AKs. We have several warehouses full of these sturdy weapons."
… …
West and Dekler walked out of the manor.
Father Dekler said hesitantly:
"Mr. Chief Judge, this Tang Song seems a little hard to figure out, a little mysterious. Should we pay attention to the mysterious power that Daofeng mentioned?"
West asked, "Have you checked his background?"
Dekler boasted: "Tang Song, a Chinese, sneaked into the Federation more than two years ago. It took him half a year to obtain legal residency and a diploma from Oxford University in the Federation.
Then he started fighting in the underworld, using money and violence to attract a group of capable subordinates, and now he has become one of the more powerful underworld leaders in New York.
Oh, the Hand's territory was also taken over by him...
According to the information provided by Blade, he should still be a member of the Eastern supernatural forces!"
West licked his lips and sighed: "The East, a mysterious country, a place where the faith of God has never been spread!"
Then West said arrogantly: “But in this land given by God, we are the masters of the world, and he is just a greedy and vicious businessman.
But I like businessmen, because as long as we give them enough benefits, they will work hard for us, understand?"
Dekler nodded in understanding, and suddenly asked in doubt: "Why don't we take him in?"
West laughed: "We want the elites. Not every person with super powers is qualified to join our organization. Look at those brainless mutants. They are only fit to stay in the laboratory."
Of course, if this Tang can make me see his potential, I don’t mind being his guide. As for now, let’s just wait and see.
Dekler, the New York Diocese will be handed over to you from now on. You must work hard and try your best to maintain the stability of the New York Diocese. We will do our best to help you become a big figure in this area. This is also what the association promised you. Do you understand?"
Dekler nodded, and West sighed, "Since the split of the Holy Shield Brotherhood, the Brotherhood is no longer as good as before..."
"You can't imagine the power we possessed back then. That was a power that could easily overturn the world...
Now we can only rely on the church and use its power to restore our glory~"
…
Tang Song withdrew a wisp of spiritual consciousness, spit and said:
"Damn it, he turned out to be a traitor!
Hum, hum... The Holy Shield Brotherhood, I wonder who is stronger between them and the group of people led by the bald wizard."
Seeing Frank fiddling with the catapult knife in his hand boredly, Tang Song asked him: "Frank, are you still in touch with Nick Fury?"
Frank answered instinctively: "He contacted me before and wanted me to join his organization..."
He suddenly shut up and looked at Tang Song deeply:
"I didn't agree. My personality is not suitable for his business. Boss, you saved my family. I won't..."
Listening to Frank's dry expression of loyalty, Tang Song laughed and interrupted Frank.
After more than a year of getting along, Tang Song naturally knew what kind of person Frank was.
The reason why he asked Frank was that he vaguely remembered reading a Marvel comic book and that SHIELD and HYDRA were originally split from this damn Brotherhood of SHIELD.
However, since Nick Fury has contacted Frank, based on the character of this agent, his name may already be in the files of SHIELD.
… …
Tang Song closed his eyes to rest. A figure walked up to him quietly from behind, pounced on him and hugged his neck.
mua!
Skye put his arms around Tang Song's neck, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and said with a smile:
"Boss, did you miss me?"
Tang Song turned his face, put his arms around Skye's neck and gave her a wet French kiss.
After a long time, Skye felt that he was a little breathless, so he struggled to free himself with both hands.
Tang Song reached out his hand and lifted Skye's chin, then stood up and hugged her back into his arms, teasing her all over until she felt weak all over, and then he got down to business:
"Just got back? How's everything going?"
Skye leaned in Tang Song's arms, feeling soft all over.
"Several hackers from the Rising Tide organization have been recruited, but some of them don't want to join!"
"It's okay. We won't force you. Go find En later and ask him to give you some money to buy some high-end computers!"
Tang Song held Skye in his arms, like teasing a kitten.
… …
You get what you pay for. After seeing enough money, Tang Song quickly showed West what efficiency meant.
All the people in his place were sent out to look for anyone acting suspiciously.
In less than three days, Tang Song found a place where Dickenfels was suspected to be hiding.
Of course what West didn't know was that this location had already been found by Tang Song a long time ago, but for him.
What he was playing was nothing more than keeping the enemy at bay for his own benefit. After all, the heart blood of the vampire was a renewable resource for him, Tang.
At night, in the harbor of New York, in an old, abandoned dock, in an old watchtower, a dim oil lamp was flickering like a firefly.
This is an abandoned dock in New York. The overall planning of the city has not yet been transformed.
Therefore, these lighthouses, which are at least several decades old, have been preserved and have become the activity sites of certain creatures that cannot be seen by humans.
Frank led more than a hundred gunmen and quietly surrounded a large area near the lighthouse.
Twelve top-class snipers were lying on the ground, on a distant rooftop, using Barrett heavy snipers to aim in the direction of the top tower from a distance.
In the lighted lighthouse, several big men were sitting around the light drinking and playing cards.
Directly below the lighthouse is an underground building as large as two football fields.
At this time, in a secret room, in a pool that was one-third the size of a swimming pool, blood was boiling like boiling water.
Deaconfels looked at the blood pool and the twelve pure-blooded vampires tied to the stone pillars around the blood pool with fanatical eyes.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, you're going to witness a miracle!"
A pure-blooded vampire in a suit, with his hands tied to a stone pillar, taught him a lesson in a low voice: "You bastard, you won't succeed. The most important part of the ritual to summon the Blood God is the Daywalker. Do you dare to provoke him? Hundreds of blood descendants in New York have been killed or injured because of you. Will the European elders let you go?"
"Daywalker!?" Dickenfers walked up to the pure-blooded vampire who was speaking and glared at him.
"It's really funny to say this. When will the Council of Elders care about the life and death of half-bloods like us?"
"Also, who told you that you must have a daywalker to complete the sacrifice?" Dickenfels said with an exaggerated expression:
"You know what, I found a perfect replacement!"
The pure-blooded vampire snorted in a low voice: "Impossible, the holy book clearly states that only the blood of a daywalker can complete the sacrifice and summon the blood god!"
"You pure-bloods have been holding on to these old ideas and lying in your coffins. The times are progressing, mankind is developing, and we can't fall behind!" Dickenfels patted the pure-blood vampire's face.
The pure-blooded vampire let out a low roar, his eyes turning red with anger.
"How about coming to meet my allies and the sacrifices I prepared for the Blood God!"
As Dickenfels finished speaking, a figure with long hair walked out from the underground passage.