In Rome, at the Baglioni Hotel, a luxurious dinner party is being held in the brightly lit hotel.
This is the second dinner hosted by the Baglioni Hotel in the past few days. The previous organizer was Obadiah, the vice president of Stark Industries.
It's just that the dinner party hosted by Obadiah ended unhappily between the guests and the host.
In front of the Baglioni Hotel, Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati...luxury cars arrived one after another.
The hotel's lobby manager had no choice but to transfer a group of doormen from other hotels to be responsible for parking.
Lai En was wearing a tuxedo and standing at the door as a butler, welcoming guests.
The initiator of this dinner was naturally Boss Tang.
In the past two days, the social circles in Rome have been somewhat shaken.
Tang Song's identity is no secret, if you say he is a rising underworld tycoon it's nothing.
This identity prefix adds up to Father West's friend, the designated winner of the 10 billion arms bidding conference.
Then the door to any circle in Rome would open to Boss Tang.
In two days, Tang Song received many invitations.
But Tang Song was so busy that he could hardly spare time.
Accompanied by West, he visited some important figures who could not speak openly but were able to make the final decision on many matters.
Many people may think that in a world with extraordinary powers, bureaucrats occupying high positions in human society are either useless slackers or useless background boards.
In the original worldview, senior human officials such as the federal government and the World Security Council, who appear in movie plots, make decisions that seem stupid to many people.
When aliens invaded New York, nuclear bombs were dropped on New York.
Initiate the superhero real-name registration bill.
Conduct human experiments on mutants to fight Professor X and his X-Men.
Each of these seemingly brainless and stupid actions makes people indignant, but the reason they do so is simply because the butt determines the head.
In fact, none of those who can climb to the top of the pyramid among billions of people are easy to deal with. They may be greedy for money, power-loving, and lustful, but don't think they are stupid.
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Even superheroes, after experiencing the glory of saving the world, still have to face the trivialities of life.
The Tang and Song dynasties believed that power lies in the hands of strength, but this is not the world of Yama in the age of cold weapons. The human leaders here possess powerful weapons that are comparable to those of high-level monks.
Therefore, Tang Song will never look down on these high-ranking officials. Unless he has the power to truly subdue everyone, Tang Song will not become his ancestors for the time being.
Tang Song walked in the venue holding a glass of red wine. Willy Gambino was half a step behind Tang Song, introducing the guests coming to the dinner for him.
Tang Song would raise his glass from time to time to clink glasses with the guests who came to show their support, express his welcome and exchange a few polite words.
Many guests who knew the inside story of the Gambino family's disappearance looked at Willy with strange eyes.
But Willy seems calm and composed. He is now the godfather of the Gambino family.
Boss Tang promised him that after returning to New York, he would provide him with a group of people and weapons to help him rebuild the Gambino family.
All he needs to pay is cheap loyalty.
The dinner ended in an atmosphere of great joy for both hosts and guests. Tang Song declined the invitations of several Roman socialites and supermodels and returned to her room.
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"Mr. West!"
There was someone who had been waiting in the room for a long time, and it was none other than West.
Tang Song took off his suit jacket and handed it to Skye.
Lai En brought over two cups of coffee.
"Tang, the Brotherhood's trial mission has arrived!"
West explained his purpose to Tang Song.
In addition to recommending someone, the membership system of the Holy Shield Brotherhood also requires completing a trial in the society, hunting down harmful alien creatures or preventing an alien crisis.
After all, the Brotherhood of the Shield was originally established to deal with alien crises.
"Aliens!?" Tang Song rubbed the ring in his hand and suddenly remembered a joke.
I don’t know if he counts as one, but strictly speaking, he is not from this planet.
West saw Tang Song lost in thought, thinking he was thinking about how to find alien creatures, so he took the initiative to speak:
"Don, do you remember Charles Weiland?"
"The mastermind behind the auction, the elder of the Holy Shield Brotherhood!" Tang Song looked at West and nodded.
"He has recently been searching for the origin of an alien force, which is said to be related to the origin of mankind. He asked me to lend him some manpower!"
West smiled and said somewhat complacently:
"Because of my identity as the Inquisition, I have access to quite a bit of supernatural power, so whenever they are short of manpower, they will ask me for help!"
"Charles Wayland discovered an alien nest in Antarctica. He wanted to go to this nest to find the origins of these aliens and their creator.
I want you to go and complete the trial!"
Tang Song looked at West and said hesitantly, "Sir, you said before that the relationship between Charles Weiland and us is not harmonious."
West was very satisfied with the word "we" used by Tang Song.
He explained to Tang Song:
"There is no conflict between us and Wilander, it's just because of different philosophies.
From what I understand, Weyland has a small spaceship that belongs to a very powerful alien race. If he can really crack the secret of the creator behind the aliens, it will not be bad for the Brotherhood of the Shield!"
West paused for a moment: "If he fails, that spaceship is also very important to "us"!"
West emphasized the word "we".
Tang Song nodded knowingly and stirred the coffee with a spoon:
"I see. When do we leave?"
"There will be an Antarctic research ship in two months. Weiland will contact you then!"
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After seeing West off, Tang Song washed up and was about to meditate.
A phone call came in.
"Boss, we got the stuff, six tons in total!"
The call was from Kane.
Six tons. When Tang Song heard this number, his hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Are you in any trouble?"
Tang Song circulated his true energy and quickly calmed down.
"No problem for now, but the Wakandans are biting hard.
It takes a while to get back to New York.
I contacted Yuri through an intermediary. He has a plane carrying arms from Somalia back to Russia. I will transfer in Russia when the time comes!"
"Be safe, I'll have Frank pick you up in Russia!"
After dealing with Kane's affairs, Tang Song walked to the wine rack and opened a bottle of red wine.
How much is six tons of vibranium worth? !
One gram of vibranium is ten thousand U.S. dollars, and six tons is six million grams, that is.
"Sixty billion!"
Tang Song shook the red wine glass, and the deep red wine seemed to sparkle with golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun.
You should know that according to Marvel's official data, Tony Stark's personal net worth is only 13.2 billion.
Tang, Boss Song seemed to feel that they were emitting the golden light of a wealthy man.
The only way to relieve worries is to get rich quickly.
Although Tang Song did not intend to sell these vibraniums, with 60 billion of them, anyone would be excited.
Boss Tang took a sip of red wine and looked up at the sky outside.
Soon, after drinking a bottle of red wine, Tang Song put down his glass. He lost interest in meditating and walked out of the room, knocking on Skye and Fox's room doors.
Uh, why is Fox in Skye's room? As a bodyguard, living with his employer, isn't that normal!
No words were spoken that night.