Two days later, Italy's arms procurement bidding was successfully completed.
There were three companies that originally bid.
Stark Industries was eliminated early and only sent a middle-level manager to symbolically participate in the bidding.
Another interested arms company was even more bizarre. Several people from their company who came to bid got lost two kilometers away from the bidding site.
You have to know that most of them are native Romans.
By the time they arrived at the bidding site, the bidding had already ended in a harmonious atmosphere.
The result of the bidding meeting is self-evident.
The arms company under Mr. Tang's name became the weapons supplier for the Italian military's equipment replacement.
On the day the auction ended, Tang Song received dozens of private invitations to banquets.
However, after the signing of the contract, Tang Song boarded a plane directly back to New York.
On the Airbus from Rome to New York, Tang Song was reading a newspaper with great interest.
The Pinnacle Awards ceremony will be held in Las Vegas seven days later.
This award is held every four years and is specifically established for people who have made outstanding contributions to the federation.
The newspaper mentioned several popular candidates, among which one popular candidate that attracted much attention occupied almost half of the newspaper.
Tony Stark!
A young genius who could design circuit boards by himself at the age of four.
As a teenager, he independently built a V8 engine.
A top student who graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, he took charge of Osborn Industries at the age of 21 and developed Osborn Industries into the first industrial giant in the entire federation.
A legendary figure in the Federation, and also the most famous playboy in the Federation.
Obviously, for the media, only popularity can bring traffic.
The other candidates for the Pole Award took up less than one-third of the space given to Tony Stark.
Extreme Award, are there only seven days left
Tang Song looked at the half-length portrait of Tony Stark that occupied the front page of the newspaper, thoughtfully.
In the Marvel world, the birth of Iron Man is a turning point. Since his high-profile debut, people with super powers who were originally hidden among ordinary people have emerged like a tide.
Tang Song saw Obadiah's name on the list of Tony Stark's entourage in the newspaper.
Apparently, his backstab had no effect on Obadiah.
"Hello, do you need a meal?"
A voice interrupted Tang Song's thoughts. He put down the newspaper and looked up at the flight attendant pushing the meal cart.
"One Big Mac and one large Coke on the rocks!"
After taking the meal, the blonde stewardess half squatted down and brought the meal to Tang Song.
I have to say that the service in the first-class cabin is indeed thoughtful. Tang Song lowered his head slightly and could see ************&**.
… … …
After delivering the meal, the blonde stewardess returned to the service room of the plane with a disappointed look on her face. Several stewardesses came up to her and a few people gathered together whispering.
The subject of their discussion was Tang Song, who was sitting in the first class cabin.
Aesthetic sense knows no boundaries of country or race; Tang Song's handsomeness did attract their attention, but what made them even more surprised was that, on the entire plane, except Tang Song, the rest were his bodyguards.
He traveled on a chartered plane and brought so many elite bodyguards with him.
Looking at the burly men with an average height of two meters sitting around Tang Song, this group of knowledgeable flight attendants estimated that this Asian man was at least a billionaire.
But it seems a pity that Tang Song is obviously not interested in them.
Four hours later, the plane landed at New York Airport.
"boss!"
In the familiar extended black Rolls-Royce, Frank, wearing his familiar black skull shirt, drove the convoy into the airport with several bodyguards.
"Mr. Tang!"
Tang Song got off the plane and saw the old black man standing next to Frank. He looked at Frank with some surprise.
"Elder Sloan!" Fox, the Firefox who was following Skye, was pulling a red suitcase and looked at the black old man in surprise.
Sloan glanced at Fox, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he walked to Tang Song in a somewhat flattering manner and bowed slightly to him.
"What's going on?"
Tang Song's eyes swept across Sloan and fell on Frank.
"Boss, this group of assassins have attempted to assassinate Kingpin many times, but they all failed. He said that according to the agreement, the Assassin Brotherhood will join us!"
Frank crossed his arms and said lazily, "He heard from somewhere that you were coming back, and he insisted on coming to see you!"
"Mr. Tang, I..." Sloan was about to speak.
"The cross has found you!" Tang Song looked at Sloan!
Sloan opened his mouth and subconsciously looked at Fox behind Skye.
Fox, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression on his face and looked at Sloan without any concealment.
That’s right, it was she who told Tang Song the information about the Assassin Brotherhood.
It is said that the shortest way to enter the depths of a woman's soul is **. Tang Song's ** is great, and with the addition of some secretaries from the Hehuan Sect and the Cai Nu Sect, let alone a barbarian woman from the West, even a barren woman would bloom after being toyed with by him for a few days.
Sloan felt upset and felt like he was being thrown a meat bun at a dog.
Tang Song's guess was correct. Cross did come to the door. As the former top assassin of the Assassin Brotherhood, Cross's strength was unrivaled in the entire brotherhood.
I can't beat him.
Sloan had no choice but to come up with a dirty trick. He found the Son of the Cross and tricked him into joining the Brotherhood.
He used a trick of calling a horse a zebra, and revealed that a killer who was killed by a cross was the biological father of the unfortunate child.
As a result, the unfortunate child worked hard and vowed to avenge his father.
If everything had gone according to Sloan's plan, everything would have gone smoothly, except for some deviations.
Originally, Firefox was the executor of this plan, but halfway through, Boss Tang came knocking on the door.
When Tang Song demonstrated in front of him the power that could easily destroy the entire Brotherhood, Sloan backed down.
He chose to send Fox as a hostage, and took his men to assassinate Kim as a show of sincerity.
Unexpectedly, the unlucky son of the Cross, with his hormones running wild, secretly ran out to look for Fox, only to be caught by the Cross.
Now, father and son joined forces, two top assassins, both trained by Sloan himself, to defeat him and the entire Assassin Brotherhood.
Sloan had no choice but to find Tang Song.
In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Tang Song, holding the bone beads on his wrist, listened to Sloan's story of what happened.
"How many people are left in the Assassin's Brotherhood? How many are useful? I mean those with decent marksmanship, those who can do arc shooting like Fox!"
Hearing Tang Song's words, Sloan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, quickly turned around.
"There are currently 167 members in the Brotherhood! However..."
Sloane paused for a moment and said, "Even in the Assassin Brotherhood, only a few of us have mastered the arc shooting!"
Click, click, click, the sound of bone beads rubbing against each other rang in Sloan's ears. Looking at the silent Tang Song, Sloan's heart kept sinking.
As the saying goes, it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
If he had a choice, Sloan would not live under someone else's roof, but there was no way. Cross was a madman. He would rather believe in the loom than in him as his mentor.
And there was that damned loom. He had toiled for it all his life, and now he himself was put on the loom's list.
Sloan didn't want to die, nor was he a fanatic. Or rather, after he himself was put on the loom list, he gave up his belief in the loom of fate.
Fate, Fake!
Sloan wanted to raise his middle finger to the Loom of Fate, but he knew that the fanatic of the Cross would not let him go.
Tang and Song were his only choices.
"First, I want all the men in the Assassin Brotherhood!" Tang Song raised his index finger, then his middle finger:
"Second, I want the Assassin Brotherhood's systematic training methods for assassin gunners."
"Third, I want that loom!"
Tang Song's words made Sloan feel like his heart was bleeding, especially when Tang Song mentioned the loom.
You know, even when Sloan's own name appeared on the loom, he did not destroy the loom that carried his beliefs for decades.
"Okay, I promise you!" Sloan nodded!
"Wait!" Tang Song raised his hand, "Don't rush to agree. If you want to join us, there is one more thing you need!"
Under Sloan's puzzled gaze, Tang Song took out a piece of snake skin about a measure long from his five-yin bag.
Tang Song spread the snake skin towards Sloan and handed him a jade talisman pen.
"This is a contract. Sign your name on it. I will help you solve the problem of the cross!"
Looking at the completely unfamiliar square characters on it, Sloan's hand holding the jade pen seemed to be holding a heavy burden.
He swallowed, looked at the strange patterns on the snake skin, cold sweat oozing from his head.
The Assassin Brotherhood has a long history, and Sloan naturally knows some real dark powers, like the devil's parchment.
It is said that the soul of the person who signs the contract will be taken away by the devil after death.
Sign or not sign!
Sloan raised his head and glanced at Tang Song.
At this time, Tang Song didn't care about Sloan's choice at all. He took out a bottle of champagne and four glasses from the car refrigerator.
Fox took the champagne from Tang Song, opened the seal, filled Tang Song's glass, and then poured a glass for Skye and himself.
Finally, Sloan gritted his teeth and signed his name on this strange snakeskin scroll with trembling hands.
Under Sloan's terrified gaze, the jade pen left a glowing signature on the snakeskin scroll.
Before Sloan could see clearly, Tang Song had already put the snake skin roll away.
Seeing Sloan's signature on the text of The Great Curse of the Heart Demon, Tang Song nodded with satisfaction, and the look he gave Sloan became more friendly.
The Great Heart Demon Curse is said to have been passed down by the demon king Mara, and some say it is a Buddhist magical power, but this curse is strange.
Sloan wrote his name on the snakeskin scroll with the Heart Demon Curse printed on it. His mental consciousness would slowly and involuntarily change, and he would gradually become a believer of Tang Song. He would use his mental power to worship Tang Song and increase the power of the Heart Demon Curse.
This was the inspiration that Tang and Song got from the holy power of the Holy See.
While Sloan believes in Tang and Song, he will also receive feedback from the inner demon curse.
Just like the priests in the Vatican receive blessings from "God".
… …
A farm outside New York.
The place is not small, at least thousands of acres, with a valley in the middle and low mountains on both sides. The mountains on the northwest are connected to a small national park.
Tang Song was wearing hunting clothes, riding a white horse, and hunting wild boars with a Winchester commemorative edition shotgun in his hand.
As Kane and Frank rode into the jungle with their rifles fired, groups of wild boars emerged from the bushes.
Tang Song kicked his feet, the white horse neighed, and leaped with all four hooves, starting to carry Tang Song, the newly minted rancher, to chase the pigs.
Hunting wild boars in other places is hard work. You have to go all over the mountains, and it is best to bring hunting dogs with you, just to earn a hard-earned 2,500 yuan.
The big head still belongs to someone else.
It's not needed here, it's flooding.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Kane and Frank opened fire first.
Frightened by the gunshots, the wild boar ran diagonally towards Tang Song like crazy.
Tang Song held the gun in one hand and faced the pigs.
"boom.."
Kane fired a shot from the shotgun he had modified.
The dense shotgun shells directly knocked down four or five wild boars that were in the front.
Through the lungs, through the bones and muscles, even the largest wild boar,
At this distance, if you get hit by a modified 12-gauge shotgun, it will leave countless holes, and there is no way you can stop it!
Taking Tang Song's strength into consideration, Kane specially modified the rifling and increased the primer when modifying the shotgun. Although the recoil increased a lot, the modified shotgun was still effective.
The bullet can easily penetrate a 6mm thick steel plate, or a 150mm solid brick wall. If it is a pine board, it can penetrate 40cm!
But the distance still can't catch up with the rifle.
Kaka, Tang Song reloaded the bullet. At this time, the other wild boars were running north frantically.
Boss Tang rode his horse, chasing the group of wild boars, enjoying the fun of hunting crazily.
… …
Several soldiers drove a pickup truck and followed Tang Song to collect the spoils.
There were about 40 wild boars, big and small. The small ones weighed more than 40 pounds, and all had patterns. Some looked miserable, with half of their heads missing and one of their legs missing...
There are more than a dozen weighing over a hundred pounds, and the largest one weighs eight hundred pounds.
The steel bristles on his back are like those on a porcupine,
The two exposed long fangs look like sharp knives. The head is slightly shorter than that of the oriental wild boar, and the body is also rounder.
giant!
A bullet hit its left eye, but judging by the marks on the ground, it rushed forward a few meters after being hit:
The bullet passed through his left eye and pierced his brain. He didn't brake while running and slipped past.
Well, the shot was fired by Sloan. Boss Tang was riding on his horse, looking at the huge beast, smacking his lips, feeling a little regretful.
Ryan, who was standing next to him, took two steps quietly towards Sloan.
… … …
The previous farmer left Mr. Tang an old set of equipment for slaughtering cattle.
It is not a mechanized one, but more like a small food processing workshop with semi-manual operation. It is only used once or twice a year.
Slaughtering pigs...
Naturally, Boss Tang didn't need to do it himself.
There were professional butchers in the former Assassin's Brotherhood. Several of them helped to gut and remove the hair of small wild boars with tender meat, and directly gut and skin the larger ones.
Some of the wild boars are cleaned and thrown into the farm's small ice storage, and the rest are then processed.
Wash and clean a few of the smallest wild boars that have not yet shed their fur. You can roast or stew them later tonight. They don’t smell bad anyway.
The big ones are used to make sausages and bacon.
A group of people were busy shaving meat with knives.
The meat grinder and blender were turned on to mince the meat and mix it with a lot of spices to make sausages.
Once the sausages are stuffed, they are placed in a wooden house and smoked using burning pine wood.
There are also a dozen pieces of wild boar meat hanging inside, and these pieces of meat need to be smoked for a longer time.
Boss Tang washed his hands and led a few people to the "construction site" through a small house behind the farm.
That’s right, under this farm is a bustling construction site.
This is a new base that Tang Song plans to build.
… … …
In a rough wooden house, several people sat around an oak dining table filled with delicious food.
Premium white sturgeon caviar, top-quality Gallic snails, foie gras, Japanese wagyu sashimi, barbecue, seared Bering Sea king crab legs, and freshly smoked wild boar meat.
Served with Romanee-Conti red wine in a decanter.
This sumptuous banquet was a celebratory party hosted by Boss Tang.
Tang and Song naturally sat at the top without any doubt.
Below him on the left was Lai En, who was wearing white gloves and a butler's uniform.
Below Ryan are Kane, Frank,
Sitting across from the three of them were Skye, Sloane, and Fox.
"How's the plan to divert the trouble going?" Tang Song looked at Kane.
This was both a celebration banquet and a welcoming banquet to welcome Kane back from Wakanda.
As a former special forces commander, there is absolutely no problem with Kane's combat ideas and command capabilities.
It was he who instigated the mercenaries to besiege Wakanda in East Africa.
In addition, according to Tang Song's plan, he was also responsible for arranging an evacuation route leading to the Hydra base that was not easy to detect but could be seen upon closer inspection.
Hearing his boss' question, Kane replied: "The clues have been laid out, from the UN aid convoy to the plane evacuating to Russia. These fragmentary clues will lead them to the nine-headed Russian base you mentioned!"
"Boss, according to what you said, these clues are arranged extremely secretly, and those Wakandans may not be able to find them!"
"Don't underestimate any enemy!" Tang Song glanced at Kane: "Wakanda's military and intelligence capabilities are not weak!"
"Has the actual evacuation route been cleared?"
Tang Song scolded and then asked casually.
"Very clean!" Kane cut a piece of steak: "All the people who knew about it, I watched with my own eyes that everyone was killed before I left!"
"Good job, everyone's salary will be increased by 50%!"
Although Capitalist Tang announced a salary increase, the atmosphere was not lively. None of the people present were really working for the salary.
… … …
The extremely cold temperatures in Siberia make this resource-rich land sparsely populated.
Because of the weather, many Russians living here like to have a drink or watch football games in the bar when they have nothing to do.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of big cities, life here is very comfortable.
On this day, a group of Russian men were gathered in a bar, drinking strong liquor, watching the game, and cursing the conceited but incompetent coach.
boom!
Just as a player on TV was about to score a crucial goal, there was a loud bang and the entire bar shook.
There was an earthquake?!
A group of people hurried out of the bar, except for the drunkard who fell to the ground.
Then everyone was stunned. In the distant sky, a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose!
"The target has been destroyed, requesting to return!"
In the cockpit of a vibranium fighter, a black pilot looked at the half-disappeared mountain with satisfaction.
This is the base of the intruders discovered by the Wakanda Intelligence Agency.
It was hidden and well-defended, with a lot of armed forces stationed there. Considering the possible damage caused by a strong attack, the completely angry old Black Panther decided to end it once and for all.
… … …
Somewhere in the Federation, Daniel Whitehall, who had just received the news, said: "??? MMP"
Daniel, Whitehall, and Red Skull were Hydra elders of the same period.
He is also one of the current heads of Hydra. Wearing glasses and well-mannered, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged professor. No one would have thought that the man in front of him is an old monster over a hundred years old.
In London, in an ancient castle dating back to the time of King Arthur, there is a simple and solemn hall with a huge golden cross on the wall. The sunlight shines through the colored glass and is reflected on the cross, revealing the shadow of an inverted swastika.
In the main hall, there was a long antique conference table with a long history, and people were already sitting on the high-back chairs.
It’s just that these people are virtual images, with mosaics on their faces.
This is Hydra's virtual roundtable.
Those who can sit here are the heads of the Hydra.
"I need an explanation for the Russian base, Mr. Hall. This puts the organization in a passive position!"
Sitting at the main seat of the meeting was an old man in a suit whose face could not be seen clearly. He crossed his hands and questioned the middle-aged professor sitting below him.
Daniel Whitehall groaned, "I will get to the bottom of this matter! I will give you an explanation!"
As an old man from the same era as the Red Skull, Daniel Whitehall looks down on these up-and-coming talents from the bottom of his heart, but his goal is immortality and he is not interested in the power of Hydra.
Faced with Alexander Pierce's questioning, he just replied calmly and kept silent.
"According to SHIELD's investigation, the explosives at the Russian base were not nuclear weapons, but a cleaner type of bomb! This technology is at least twenty years ahead of the Federation!"
Alexander Pierce could not hide his emotional fluctuations in his tone: "Everyone should know what this means!"
No one present spoke, and everyone fell into a brief silence.
An unknown, powerful opponent who is also an obstacle to Hydra's great plan.
"Find them and destroy them!"
The man who spoke had a thick German accent, like an old-school soldier from the Third Reich.
"No matter who the enemy is, they started the war. Hydra is not afraid of any challenge!"
"Baron, what you said is correct, but we must first figure out who the enemy is?"
A charming female voice sounded, and just listening to the sound was like a feather teasing one's ear.
"I think the Snake Head will find out about this, don't you think so, Mr. Secretary General?"
"The Russian affairs have a huge impact. I can't interfere too much, otherwise it will arouse Nick Fury's suspicion," Alexander Pierce glared at Madame Viper and expressed his concerns.
"But the federal government has already intervened in this matter. The federal government is more interested in this new type of energy bomb than we are. Our allies in the political arena will cover up our tracks for us!"
"I never understood why you nominated Nick Fury to take the position. He is a trouble to us!" The Baron complained to Alexander Pierce.
Alexander Pierce exclaimed: "He is the most suitable candidate I have ever seen, a natural agent. If it weren't for him, our power would not have grown so large!"
The Baron was silent for a while. What Pierce said was absolutely right. After Nick Fury took over S.H.I.E.L.D., the scale and power of S.H.I.E.L.D. skyrocketed like a rocket.
SHIELD and HYDRA are two sides of the same coin. Compared to the end of World War II, Hydra's power has expanded almost tenfold.
Nick Fury is a double-edged sword. It's easy to use, but if you're not careful you can hurt yourself.
"No matter what, the most important thing now is to find the enemy that destroyed the Russian base. Hydra's blood cannot be shed in vain. I hope everyone will do their best!"
Alexander Pierce stood up: "hail hydra!"
"Hail hydra!"
… …
The empty castle returned to peace at some point, leaving only the ravens outside the castle crying on the treetops.