Catania Port, Italy
The whistle sounded and an ocean liner was slowly approaching the shore.
At the dock, a row of black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked neatly at the port.
In front of each of the eight Mercedes-Benz cars stood a large white man wearing a black suit, white gloves and a bulge around his waist.
When the passenger ship docked at the port, many passengers saw the scene and stopped to watch.
At the stepping passage to disembark, Tang Song, wearing a white suit, walked side by side with Magneto, while Skye followed behind Tang Song holding Fox's hand.
Fox stared at Tang Song's back with grievance, his eyes filled with grievance, resentment, and more of fear.
She just wanted to put on that invisible shoulder armor to scare Tang Song last night.
Unexpectedly, he was almost "killed" by Tang Song. This Asian man was totally unlike the gentle and refined person he usually appeared to be.
At this moment, Fox only felt that his legs were going weak as he walked.
Behind them, four bodyguards followed silently with several suitcases.
One of the suitcases was bulging and seemed excessively large.
"boss!"
Ryan, wearing a black suit and white gloves, stood at the disembarkation with two German men.
Seeing Tang Song's figure, he hurriedly came forward.
Tang Song nodded to Lai En and spoke politely to Magneto.
"Mr. Eric, my people are here. Do you want me to give you a ride?"
"Don't bother, someone's here to pick me up!"
Magneto pointed in the direction of the port. Tang Song looked in the direction of his finger and saw an extended Lincoln sedan driving towards them.
"Then Mr. Eric, please contact me when you arrive in New York so that I can show my hospitality!"
After exchanging a few words with Magneto, Tang Song took the lead and walked to the convoy.
In the middle of the convoy, next to an extended Mercedes-Benz, a bodyguard had already bent over and opened the door.
Tang Song took Skye and sat in the back seat, while Lai En took the driver's seat.
Firefox Fox looked at the closed car door, walked angrily to the car behind and got in.
The convoy slowly left the port...
At this time, the extended Lincoln car stopped, and a fat white man weighing more than 300 pounds got out of the car and walked straight towards Magneto, uh, the beautiful young woman behind him.
Tang Song saw this scene clearly through the car window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Lai En, buy a gold shop in New York later!"
"Yes, Boss! Are you planning to enter the jewelry business?"
Lai En was driving and looking at Tang Song through the rearview mirror.
Tang Song leaned on the leather seat of the Mercedes-Benz, put his hand on Skye's thigh, rubbed it and said, "I found a gold supplier. We will have a large amount of gold to digest in the future. Forget it, buy a few more, just in time to wash the cash in the warehouse!"
"Yes! Boss!"
The Mercedes convoy was driving on the main road of Catania. Tang Song could see the various architectural styles on the street through the car window.
At first glance, Tang Song discovered that the architectural style and roof shapes here were all very unique cave roofs.
The tall and large dome often becomes the compositional center of the entire building, and the colors of the exterior facade appear bright and dazzling, which is very beautiful.
"Boss, the arms bidding list has been finalized!" Lai En reported to Tang Song about his situation in Italy over the past few days.
After confirming the time of the arms bidding, Lai En flew to Rome first to handle some preliminary matters for Tang Song.
"Has something happened?"
Tang Song saw Lai En's hesitant expression through the rearview mirror and asked calmly.
"Boss, the two companies that were originally bidding have been cancelled. Now there are three arms companies in the bidding. In addition to us, one has been replaced by Stark Industries, and the other is an Italian arms company that is said to have a mafia background!
Both of them are moving around now! It seems like they want to compete with us!"
Lai En drove the car and reported to Tang Song the news he had learned in the past few days.
Tang Song straightened up slightly, crossed his hands, and had a playful expression.
"Stark Industries, the Mafia family, what do our allies say?"
"Boss, I visited General Andrew from the Logistics Department. His attitude was a little ambiguous. I got the news that Obadiah, the vice president of Stark Industries, visited him some time ago!"
"Boss, should we contact Mr. West!?"
Obadiah? Oh, Iron Monger!
Tang Song frowned, pressed his thumbs together, and thinking of Obadiah's origin, he quickly came up with a solution.
"Baby, post a message on the dark web that the vice president of Stark Industries is secretly selling arms to the terrorists of the Ten Rings Gang in the Middle East! Transfer five million from the account and spread the news!"
Tang Song embraced Skye and spoke in her ear.
Skye nodded obediently, took out a computer from the computer bag beside her, turned it on and logged into the webpage in front of Tang Song.
Skye entered the URL, used a few zombie computers as a springboard, and quickly logged into an intelligence trading interface of the underground world.
Generally speaking, intelligence transactions are divided into buying and selling, but there are exceptions, which are deliberate creation of public opinion and deliberate spread of the intelligence.
In the intelligence trading network, this is called ripples. If you want to create a splash, you naturally need money.
The intelligence dealer took money to do the job, and as Sky hit the enter key, more than a dozen transfers were successfully made into some anonymous accounts.
"Boss, it's done. By tonight at the latest, Obadiah's story will spread throughout the intelligence network of the underground world!"
Skye turned off the computer, hugged Tang Song and acted coquettishly for a while, and Tang Song rewarded her with a kiss on the forehead.
Obadiah, a sneer flashed in Tang Song's eyes. After releasing the news, he wanted to see if this old guy still wanted to snatch the order from him.
As for the Mafia family, Tang Song twisted the bone beads on his wrist. The skull marks on the bone beads made his teeth collide with each other, making a crisp sound like jade.
The convoy drove along and soon arrived at the Bulgari Hotel.
The convoy had just arrived at the hotel entrance, and the hotel manager was already waiting at the door with the room service staff.
The vehicle had just stabilized when the bodyguard on the passenger seat helped Tang Song open the door.
The manager of the Bulgari Hotel was an Italian man in his forties. When he saw Tang Song getting off the car, he hurriedly came up to him with a smile on his face.
Two German bodyguards stretched out their hands at the right time to stop him.
Tang Song waved his hand, and the manager came closer.
"Welcome Mr. Tang to stay at the Bulgari Hotel! It's an honor!"
The Bulgari Hotel was very enthusiastic about Tang Song's stay.
The manager and several room service staff were busy running around, and a red carpet was laid directly from the hotel entrance to the independent elevator entrance.
It’s no wonder that the hotel manager was so enthusiastic. After all, although Tang Song and his group were only staying for two days, they had booked rooms on two floors, including the presidential suite, in advance.
The manager has always believed that the customer is God, even if there is the Vatican next door.
"Lain, have someone bring the two suitcases in the back into the room! You take care of the big box, and have someone take the things inside to Kane!"
Tang Song hugged Skye and entered the elevator under the guidance of the Bulgari Hotel's room steward.
Lai En took out two suitcases from the trunk of a Mercedes-Benz and carried them into the elevator nearby.
Several bodyguards, each carrying a suitcase, also walked into the hotel.
As for the largest one, two bodyguards lifted the suitcase down and pushed it into the hotel.
A hotel doorman didn't know if he was dazzled, but he saw that the big suitcase seemed to move.
… …
The presidential suite of the Bulgari Hotel is a large suite of about 400 square meters. Upon entering, there are two huge floor-to-ceiling windows and a living room of nearly 100 square meters.
You get what you pay for. In terms of room space and layout, the hotel is really impeccable.
On the wine rack next to the living room are several bottles of champagne worth thousands of dollars.
Tang Song declined the service of the private butler in the presidential suite. After Lai En brought the suitcase into the room, two bodyguards walked into the room, scanned the entire room with a detector, and then walked out.
At the elevator entrance in the corridor, two bodyguards were guarding there, one on the left and one on the right.
At the staircase leading to this floor, there were also two bodyguards standing. Bulging marks could be seen on their waists and arms.
"Baby, I need to refine some things today, so go to the next room and sleep first!"
After comforting Skye, Tang Song asked Lai En to personally lead people to guard the door of the room.
… …
In the empty room, Tang Song sat in the living room, unzipped the suitcase, and a roll of snake skin popped out instantly.
Tang Song made up his mind instantly as he stroked the snake's belly skin with his fingers.
He took out a pair of small jade scissors from the suitcase. The two pieces of white jade-carved scissors looked no longer than a palm.
The opening and closing of the sharp blade emitted rays of light, and the spiritual patterns converged into two inscribed prohibitions, so sharp!
Picking up the magic jade scissors, Tang Song mobilized his true energy, aimed at the snake skin and started cutting. Soon, he took out a one-meter square piece of material from the snake's belly skin.
Putting the jade scissors aside, Tang Song picked up the jade talisman pen he carried with him and began to draw and carve spiritual patterns on the snake skin.
It is said that calligraphy masters can write so deeply into the wood that the brush tips and ink can soak through three layers of rice paper and the wooden board underneath.
A jade pen was held in Tang Song's hand, and the soft tip of the pen easily penetrated the snake's belly skin that was impervious to swords and guns.
Cinnabar mixed with the vampire's blood and essence, outlining spiritual patterns on the snake's belly skin.
Densely packed spiritual patterns are interconnected, forming a series of fascinating rune prohibitions.
Tang Song's brush strokes were not fast, because the spiritual patterns were like integrated circuits in a chip. Once they were drawn wrong, the entire chip would be scrapped.
By the time Tang Song had finished painting the entire snake skin, the moonlight outside had already poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
At this time, both sides of the snake belly skin, which was about a meter square, were densely engraved with interesting words composed of spiritual patterns. These words were densely arranged, and there seemed to be thousands of them, just like scriptures in a scroll.
When Tang Song finished drawing the last spiritual pattern, the whole snake skin suddenly shook as if it was electrocuted, and the four sides of the snake skin closed together to form a simple leather bag.
Tang Song picked up the leather bag in his hand, took out a jade box that had been prepared long ago, opened it, and took out a three-inch white jade tablet from it.
The jade is crystal clear and has a hint of red in the middle.
Tang Song pointed his fingers like swords at the jade token. The white jade token worth hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars was instantly destroyed into powder by Tang Song's true energy.
A flash of red light took the opportunity to fly out and quickly escaped.
Tang Song casually scooped up the red light in a leather bag.
The red light fell into the leather bag, and the bag seemed to have a chemical reaction.
After a moment, the leather bag shook violently, and the words on the inside and outside of the bag lit up one after another, emitting bursts of light.
The spiritual light of these inscriptions and spiritual patterns gathered together to form a three-layer restriction. The restrictions were intertwined with each other, like a net, covering every part of the leather bag.
Done!
Tang Song shook the leather bag and probed his spiritual consciousness into it. Surprisingly, there was a space of about three meters by three meters inside the bag.
The Five Yin Bag is the seventeenth ranked magical weapon in the Heshan Sutra. It is made with the blood of living creatures and is good at storing things. It breeds a force of Five Yin Black Evil that specifically collects the flying swords and magical weapons of both the righteous and evil sects, and can even refine the flesh and blood of all living creatures.
The more flesh and blood of living beings that are refined, the greater the power and the wider the internal space.
Tang Song used the belly skin of a giant snake as a carrier and the essence of the vampire blood god to replace the blood stains of living beings, and finally refined a five-yin bag.
At this time, the sky was already slightly white. Tang Song clasped his hands together, and the Five Yin Bag changed its shape in his hands. Soon a men's front bag appeared in his hands.
The wallet looks no bigger than a palm, and its surface is covered with snakeskin patterns. No one would have thought that this small wallet is actually a sinister magical weapon.
Tang Song put the wallet aside with satisfaction, turned around, opened another suitcase, and took out the vibranium ore.
Vibranium, also known as sound-absorbing steel, is known as one of the hardest objects in the Marvel world. Captain America's shield and Black Panther's armor are both made of vibranium.
Vibranium is very hard, and its special molecular structure makes it almost indestructible.
Because its molecules are relatively stationary, it hardly conducts heat and kinetic energy, and this property allows it to absorb heat, energy and kinetic energy.
Tang Song held the vibranium ore which was only the size of his fist, but he hadn't made up his mind.
Given the characteristics of vibranium, it is not suitable to be used to refine sword pills. Taking Captain America's vibranium shield as an example, the most suitable use of vibranium is to refine a defensive magic weapon. As for what to refine, Tang Song still needs to consider it seriously.
… … …
In one night, Tang Song refined a Five Yin Bag. On the other side, Obadiah was furious.
Last night, Obadiah, who was in Rome, originally chose the Fendi Palace luxury hotel to hold a dinner party, and specially invited some senior Italian military and political figures to do some public relations.
After all, it is a profit of tens of billions. Even Stark Industries’ annual net profit is only tens of billions.
The arms procurement was decided internally, but Obadiah scoffed at the news. So what if it was decided internally? Obadiah was confident that with the strength of Stark Industries and his own public relations, he would be able to get the order.
During this period, he visited some powerful figures in Italy in Rome, and relied on the Stark Industries brand and generous gifts to obtain promises from many bigwigs.
Obadiah invited many high-ranking officials from both the military and political sides to this dinner.
The dinner hosted by the vice president of Stark Industries did attract many big names in Italian politics and business circles.
However, before the dinner had even started for long, Obadiah handed the host of the banquet over to his deputy and left in a hurry.
Although Obadiah knew that doing so would cause dissatisfaction among the guests, he did not care.
The accompanying secretary told Obadiah the bad news.
It was revealed that he was smuggling arms to the Middle East.
Obadiah was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He could no longer care about the dinner party or arms procurement.
He asked his secretary to arrange a private plane to New York and hurried back to Stark Group.
Logically speaking, it is not a big deal for arms companies to sell some weapons to some special "patriots".
Many companies do this, including the federal government itself.
It’s just that everyone has their own white gloves, and generally speaking, their fingerprints will not be found on these weapons.
It won't be embarrassing for anyone.
Obadiah's work was a bit rough. Not only did he get it wrong, but the most important thing was that his beloved godson, the president of Stark Industries, the famous Tony Stark, was a man who could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.
Obadiah needs to rush back to the company as soon as possible and deal with the aftermath of this matter before Tony Stark gets the news.
"Stark Industries still doesn't sound as good as Stani Industries!"
Above the clouds, Obadiah Stani looked out the window of his private plane at the sea of clouds outside. For a moment, the clouds seemed to have turned into the arrogant face of Howard Stark.
Why? He has devoted decades of hard work to Stark Industries, but he is bullied by a young boy just because his last name is Stark.
"Don't blame me, Howard!"