Jin Bing's death caused an uproar in the underground world.
If Qin loses its power, the whole world will chase it together!
Without Kingpin, the underground emperor, underground forces not only in New York but in the entire federation are ready to move.
There is no way. Once Jin Bing died, the territory he left behind became a big piece of fat meat, and everyone wanted to take a bite.
For the federal government, a single improper handling could lead to violent conflict across the federation.
No one can bear this consequence, even the owner of the White House. If he handles it improperly, his re-election may be ruined.
For this reason, the owner of the White House convened his staff overnight to discuss countermeasures.
"King Bing is dead, so let's support someone else to take his place! Is it worth thinking about such a small matter?"
At a small office meeting, the federal government's Secretary of State, who is also the Republican Whip, looked at the president and his colleagues with worried faces and expressed his opinion directly.
When the president heard what the secretary of state said, his eyes lit up. He needed to settle this matter as soon as possible before his approval rating dropped.
"Andre, do you have any good candidates?"
Secretary Underwood smiled and said, "I have no connection with those gangsters, but Moon recommended a candidate."
"A speculator who made a large political contribution to Moon's campaign for governor."
When it comes to political donations, our President's eyes light up.
"Although gangsters are lower-class people, their large numbers also make them a rich source of votes."
Underwood gave his own advice: "So this candidate must be obedient. Moon and his father are both veterans in the party. I still believe in his vision!"
"Who is the candidate recommended by Moon?" The person asking the question was a woman in her fifties, dressed in a professional suit and with a serious expression.
She is Linda, the White House chief of staff.
This position is equivalent to the Chief of Staff of the White House, the highest-ranking official in the federal presidential office.
He is also a senior assistant to the Federal President.
It’s a position of great power, often referred to as “the second most powerful man in Washington.
Underwood took a brown paper bag from the side and opened the document bag.
He went in and took out a bunch of information and distributed it to everyone.
“An Asian?”
The Minister of Finance took a look at the photo of Tang Song on the first page of the information and muttered something.
He is a racist who only values white people and obviously has no good feelings towards Asians.
"Bowen!" The Minister of Defense heard his words and reminded him.
The Secretary of the Treasury was startled when he met Underwood's gentle yet scrutinizing gaze.
Underwood is not only the Secretary of State, but also the Republican Whip. He has the power to eliminate any potential risks to the security of the party.
Racial discrimination is a major hidden danger that affects votes for any political party.
The Minister of Finance gave Underwood a flattering smile and picked up the documents in his hand to read.
"Asian, illegal immigrants, are you sure they have no connection with the East?"
After reading the information, the President asked Underwood.
Underwood smiled confidently: "I have asked our CIA director to check his background. There is no problem!"
After listening to Underwood's explanation, the president said nothing and asked other people present.
"Do you have any different opinions?"
Several people attending the meeting said no, but a barely perceptible ugliness flashed across the face of a fat white man, which was seen by Underwood standing next to him.
"It's decided then. Support this Asian guy named Tang to replace King Byung. But tell the FBI people not to skip the necessary procedures!" Seeing that no one raised any objections, the president made the decision quickly.
"Just like Kingpin, the FBI has a file library with evidence ready to send this Asian person to jail at any time!" Underwood told the president about his preparations, while reminding his colleagues:
“Only with a noose can we get an obedient hound!
Kingpin's massive counterfeiting has put our relationship with the Federal Reserve in a very bad light!
If it weren't for our Mr. Lewis who tried his best to stop him, he would be in jail now and wouldn't have caused so much trouble! "
Lewis, the federal vice president and president of the Senate, glared at Underwood with an unpleasant expression and argued:
"Whether Wilson Fisk is involved in the counterfeit case or not, the CIA is still investigating. It's too early for you to draw a conclusion, Andre!"
Underwood smiled. "CIA intelligence shows that the source of most counterfeit money can be traced back to Kingpin. Mr. Vice President, Kingpin is not wrongly accused."
Lewis looked at Underwood, his breathing becoming a little rapid.
It is no secret among the federal high-level officials that Jin Bing is his man. To sit in this position, everyone present must have a few gloves.
But Lewis didn't understand why Underwood had to target him.
"Okay!" Looking at the two people arguing with each other, the president quickly stood up to smooth things over.
"Today I have to meet with the President of Country *. If there is nothing else, today's meeting ends here!"
"Mr. President, can we provide some help to that Asian? This will help avoid large-scale violent conflicts within the Federation!"
Underwood then made a suggestion.
"Help?" The president hesitated for a moment: "Use the power of the government to help a black* element directly..."
"Mr. President, we are only using the military to deal with some gangsters who are affecting the stability of the Federation. Just leave this matter to Raman. If I am not mistaken, the Ministry of Defense has a special forces unit directly under it!"
Underwood looked at the Secretary of Defense...
The Secretary of Defense was a gray-haired, sturdy old man. When he saw Underwood pushing the matter onto himself,
He looked at Underwood and the two exchanged glances.
… …
"Ander, I need an explanation!"
After the meeting, Underwood and the Secretary of Defense walked out of the White House together.
Right in front of the White House, the Secretary of Defense looked at Underwood and questioned.
The task of combating gangsters could be left to the police in each state and the CIA. He didn't understand why Underwood wanted to push the blame on him.
Underwood pulled out a key to a safe and handed it to the Secretary of Defense.
"This is the key to the safe in the Swiss bank vault, which contains a batch of bearer bonds..."
The Secretary of Defense took the key, touched the number on it, and looked at Underwood with a complicated expression.
"Andre, this is not like you. Do you think you will be short of money if you are in our position? I don't understand why you do this. Is that Asian your illegitimate child?"
Looking at the slightly mocking face of the Minister of Defense, “Are you really not short of money, Raman
The hole in your military spending is so big that you have to team up with the bank to defraud insurance!"
Hearing Underwood's smiling words, Defense Minister Raman felt a chill running down his spine to the top of his head, and cold sweat broke out on his head.
"you!… "
"How do I know that?" Underwood interrupted the Secretary of Defense with a smile:
"The Costa cruise ship sank in a shipwreck. Travelers Insurance will have to pay a huge amount of insurance money for this luxury cruise ship. This astronomical figure is enough to bankrupt this insurance company ranked in the top ten of the Federation!"
Defense Minister Raman looked at Underwood sharply. He knew that this venomous snake must have his own reasons for not exposing him.
"State your terms!"
"Use your special forces to complete Mr. President's order first! Raman!"
Underwood patted the Secretary of Defense on the shoulder and turned to walk towards his car.
"By the way, Raman, we are old friends, you won't hire someone to kill me to silence me, will you?" After taking two steps, Underwood stopped, turned around to look at the gloomy face of the Secretary of Defense, and teased.
As the car drove along the busy streets, Secretary of State Underwood sat in the back seat with his eyes closed, reviewing his every move of the day.
This is his daily habit, and it is this habit that has enabled him, who is good at thinking and reflection, to reach his current position as Secretary of State.
Underwood didn't know Tang Song. The reason why he worked so hard to promote this matter at the meeting was that
It wasn't because of the wall of US dollars that Tang Song gave him, nor was it just because of the suggestions Moon made to him.
He needs a voting base, a voting base that can be perfectly controlled, and Underwood has received intelligence that this Asian has some connections with the Vatican.
In a federation where Catholicism is almost the state religion, the appeal of the Holy See cannot be underestimated.
If Underwood really wants to take that position, winning the votes of those believers is crucial.
This is also the reason why he targeted Lewis at the White House meeting. If Underwood's plan succeeded, Lewis, the vice president, would be a major obstacle on his road to rise.
… … …
Back at the Pentagon, Defense Secretary Raman sat in his office chair with veins bulging on his forehead.
He couldn't understand how such a secret plan could be known by Underwood, a venomous snake.
Looking at the two red phones on the desk, he hesitated for a moment and finally picked up the one on the left.
"Get me General Duke!"
… … …
In Osborne Building, Tang Song, who had just attended the board meeting, was visiting Osborne's laboratory accompanied by Professor Connors.
After obtaining the consent of most of the board of directors, the new director Tang Song took over six of the sixteen laboratories of the Osborne Group.
Pure white sterile room, with the most advanced scientific research equipment on the market.
And the most advanced scientific research team.
The surface of the sterile operating table and the restraints are coated with a layer of soft alloy.
The first person to enjoy this treatment was a vampire.
This was the gift Tang Song brought to Osborne, and it was also the reason why many directors stood on his side.
"The cell division rate of this species is less than one-tenth of that of an average human. The maximum lifespan of an average human is 120 years, but this creature's lifespan is ten times that of a normal human,"
Professor Connors was wearing a white coat and his sterile gloves were stained with blood. He had just dissected a vampire.
“From its teeth, I extracted a rare virus that can transform the host into this kind of life form. It should be the so-called “first embrace” among vampires!
First Embrace. According to legend, vampires can transform humans into vampires through the First Embrace.
According to Professor Connors' analysis, the so-called First Embrace is a native parasitic virus.
This virus can be transmitted through blood, but the transmission of ordinary viruses is passive, while the virus in the vampire's body is controlled by the host.
"Can we eliminate the bloodthirsty nature of this virus?" Tang Song looked at the experimental subjects in the ward through the single-sided bulletproof glass.
If the side effects of vampires' bloodthirstiness and fear of light are eliminated.
What they researched out is definitely an elixir of life.
"I'm afraid not. The side effect of this mysterious virus is bloodthirstiness. It stays active by absorbing trace elements in the blood."
Professor Connors was holding a virus research report: "However, by studying another blood sample, it is possible to neutralize this virus. However, its effect is also greatly reduced. In terms of cell division, it is less than half of that of an ordinary vampire!"
The so-called other blood sample is Blade's blood.
While in Rome, Tang Song used some small spells to get some of Blade's blood.
Blade, a half-vampire, has gained the ability to not be afraid of light, silver weapons, and can walk in daylight.
What he paid for was a lifespan far lower than that of an ordinary vampire, but compared to ordinary humans, he could already be considered an immortal.
“Can you replicate it?”
Tang Song looked at the vampire who was the experimental subject with interest. Immortality is always the pursuit that everyone cannot avoid.
Kings, princes, generals and ministers in ancient times, as well as the wealthy and powerful today, are all obsessed with longevity.
Tang Song was not worried about his future, but his personality made him habitually not put all his eggs in one basket.
In the Marvel world, superheroes have a limited lifespan, but super villains live more freely than each other.
Needless to say, as a bronze titan, the lifespan is counted in tens of thousands of years.
The life forms of those dimensions that the Sorcerer Supreme is on guard against, from Dormammu, the ruler of the dark dimension, to Mephisto, the lord of Hell, all have ridiculously long lifespans.
On the other hand, the superheroes are considered to be immortal, but their God-King cannot escape the suffering of Ragnarok.
It’s true--good people don’t live long, but evildoers last for thousands of years.
Uh, this statement seems to implicate Boss Tang himself.
If he could cultivate to the level of Yuanshen Hedao, theoretically he could live as long as heaven and earth, and be as old as the sun and the moon.
Developing the elixir of life was a reassurance that Tang Song gave to the other directors of Osborne, just like a carrot hung in front of a donkey pulling a millstone.
"It's a bit difficult. According to the results of the blood analysis, this parasitic virus and ordinary human genes cannot coexist at all," Professor Connors' eyes were full of doubt and inquiry.
"This experimental subject is simply a miracle. The parasitic virus and his human genes are in a state of balanced symbiosis."
"This is a one in ten million chance. It would be very difficult to replicate it perfectly!"
Tang Song frowned, but was not surprised.
Most of the superheroes in the Marvel world cannot be replicated.
Spider-Man gained super powers after being bitten by a mutant spider.
For an ordinary person, it would be a miracle if they could make it to the hospital after being bitten.
Bruce Banner is transformed into the Hulk by gamma rays.
But when he was injected with the serum grown with his blood, what he got was hatred.
Needless to say, after Captain America, the genuine super serum became a swan song.
The mutation in Blade's body is simple to explain. His mother was bitten by a vampire when she was pregnant with him, and he was born half human and half vampire.
The odds of this are even smaller than winning the lottery.
"This project is set as A-level, but the research progress does not need to be too fast!"
Tang Song's research on the elixir of life was just a gimmick; his real focus was Connors' genetic recombination technology.
"How did Peter Parker's blood work out?"
Just recently, Midtown High School received a charitable donation of five million US dollars to improve the school's teaching quality.
At the same time, donors also arranged a free physical examination for every student at Midtown High School.
Including but not limited to blood test, urine test, chest examination, cardiac ultrasound, etc.
For some unknown reason, four tubes of Peter Parker's blood appeared in the laboratory of the Osborn Group.
"I have extracted some gene fragments from this blood, which can indeed neutralize the incompatibility between human genes and lizard genes! But the research will take some time!"
Professor Connors explained to Tang Song.
"But Peter Parker's blood sample is indeed strange. His genes seem to have been modified. His genes are highly adaptable to many modified samples in Osborn's laboratory. This kind of biological genetic technology is simply a miracle!"
Of course it was a miracle. Looking at Professor Connors in amazement, Tang Song's expression remained calm.
The genetic modification technology in Peter Parker's body was developed by the couple Richard Parker and Mary Parker in Osborn's laboratory.
They did leave a big gift for their son.
"Professor Connors, are you interested in doing something for me?"
"Uh!" Professor Connors looked at Tang Song with a puzzled look: "Tang, you are now a shareholder of Osborne, so in principle you are one of my bosses!"
Tang Song smiled and looked at Bob who was busy inside the laboratory through the glass. "I'm not referring to Osborne. I recently registered a biological company and plan to set up an experimental base. This project is in need of a chief scientist. Are you interested?"
… … …
The suburbs of New York, where the farm was originally located.
Construction teams are expanding this farm. The original farm and corn fields are being flattened and converted into a small town.
Not only the farm under Boss Tang’s name, but also several nearby farms were bought by him. The future plan here is to build a tourist town.
Out of a bad taste, Boss Tang has already chosen a name - Raccoon Town.
The project has been approved by the New York City government and is led by the Tang Group, with a planned initial investment of US$600 million.
In name, the goal is to create a cultural and tourism project that integrates culture and health.
At the same time, underground in Raccoon Town, a base project at a depth of about 300 meters was also being built in full swing.
… … … …
Over the next few days, the underground world of New York and even the entire federation was in turmoil.
Some forces tentatively launched an offensive towards the territory left by Jin Bing.
Kingpin died, and the forces he left behind were leaderless. Several Mexican gangs quickly occupied the two South American drug trafficking routes left by Kingpin.
But before these drug traffickers could celebrate, their entire gang was wiped out.
If this was an accident,
After the Russian mafia took over Jin Bing's car smuggling business in Europe, their territory in New York was wiped out by a group of special forces, which seemed to be a heavy blow to all those who were ready to make a move.
Everyone is watching.
At this time, Tang Song was hiding in his own secret cave and began to refine magical tools.
Gold, silver, copper, iron, tin... nearly twenty kinds of metals filled the altar.
In the center of the altar, a high-tech high-temperature furnace is releasing heat.
At a high temperature of 20,000 degrees, the indestructible vibranium ore is melting bit by bit.
Like adamantium, once vibranium ore is melted and solidified at high temperatures, it becomes almost indestructible.
Vibranium ore, adamantium alloy, and various metals turned into balls of molten metal.
The metals selected by the Tang and Song dynasties were very diverse, among which gold was the largest in quantity, totaling five tons.
In the world of Yama, gold is the best conductor of magical energy.
The metal obtained after refining gold is gold essence, also called Geng gold, which is the first choice for cultivators to refine magic weapons.
Tang Song injected one prohibition after another into these metal solutions. These high-temperature metal solutions mixed together and kept stirring in the air, changing their shapes.
While Tang Song was casting magic to fix the solutions in mid-air, he was also making hand gestures to inject restrictions representing the murderous aura into the solutions.
The vibranium solution and adamantium solution rotated to form a large bell-shaped shell. The gold essence and other metal solutions formed a dense spider web between the two. The spider silk was only one percent as thick as a hair.
Refining the magical weapon in memory is much more difficult than Tang Song had imagined.
For five full days, Tang Song did not step out of the secret cave.
… … …
Just as Tang Song was concentrating on refining his bell, a piece of news directly detonated the financial market on Wall Street and quickly occupied the front page headlines of major federal news media.
Tony Stark, the Federation's most famous playboy and president of Stark Industries, was attacked by terrorists in Afghanistan and went missing.
When the news came out, the stock price of Stark Industries plummeted, even overshadowing the Osborn Group which had recently been involved in a human rights scandal.
Stark Tower President's Office
"One hundred million, a global bounty. Stark Group is willing to pay a bounty of one hundred million to anyone who can rescue Tony!"
Pepper hung up the phone and slumped in her office chair.
When some people are around you, you may feel that they are not important, but when they are gone, you will find that the world really cannot live without them!
For a day and a night, Pepper made calls everywhere and mobilized all her connections to try to find and rescue Tony.
When Tony was around, she was extremely busy, having to deal with the women around this playboy and also manage the company's affairs for him.
She complained and got angry, and sometimes she wondered if it was worth it for a woman to get up early every morning to deal with the women in a playboy's bed.
Even though Pepper told herself countless times that she was just doing what a secretary should do.
But when the news of Tony Stark's disappearance came back, Pepper felt like the sky was falling.
Only then did she realize how much Tony, the playboy, weighed in her heart.
Pepper slumped down on the bed in an ungraceful manner, emptying her mind and trying hard to think of other solutions.
The Department of Defense, the CIA... and the bounty on the Continental Hotel that Pepper just heard about from a friend.
Whether it worked or not, Pepper tried it.
"Miss Pepper, we have a visitor!"
Jarvis' voice was heard in the office. Pepper struggled to get up, tidied her clothes and makeup, and turned on the surveillance camera at the door.
At the door of the office stood a middle-aged man wearing a black suit and with a slightly balding head.
Seeing the camera turn slightly, he smiled gently at the camera and took out a certificate from his pocket:
"Ms. Pepper, I'm from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, here for Mr. Tony Stark!"
… … …
"You should rush to rescue him instead of investigating financial stocks!"
Pepper looked at the man in front of her, and couldn't help but feel a little angry after hearing his purpose.
Phil Coulson still had a good-natured look on his face: "Ms. Pepper, this is very important. Mr. Tony Stark's trip to Afghanistan is top secret even in the military. How did those terrorists know about it?"
"We suspect that someone inside Stark Industries has connections with the terrorists. We need to find him, find the terrorist base, and rescue Mr. Stark!"
Pepper finally calmed down after hearing Coulson's explanation.
"The first thing we need to do is to find the speculators who shorted Stark Industries' stock between the time Tony Stark disappeared and the time his disappearance was announced. That way, we can narrow down the search for the murderer behind the scenes!"
Coulson clasped his thumb and index finger together and made a contraction gesture, "This will be of great help to us in rescuing Mr. Stark!"
When Pepper heard what Coulson said, she did not hesitate and directly authorized Jarvis to conduct an investigation.
As an artificial intelligence developed by Tony Stark, Jarvis can defeat 99% of the hackers in the world.
In less than five minutes, Jarvis screened out several funds with abnormal timing from a bunch of funds shorting Stark Industries.
Coulson got the first-hand information and immediately ordered people to investigate.
On the other hand, Obadiah was furious.
He contacted the terrorists of the Ten Rings Gang and wanted to get rid of his troublesome nephew in Afghanistan, but those bastards stood him up.
"You have violated my agreement with the Mandarin, Khwaja!"
"My dear friend, Mr. Obadiah, you didn't tell me that the person you wanted to kill was Tony Stark. You get what you pay for. The price you offer cannot buy the life of the president of Stark Industries!"
The bearded man wrapped in white cloth looked at Obadiah on the other end of the phone with uncontrollable joy on his face.
Tony Stark is a rare talent.
He couldn't help but want to hug Obadiah's bald head and give him a couple of big kisses. With Tony Stark around, they would have whatever weapons they wanted in the future.
Thinking of this, the bearded man felt a burning sensation in his heart.
"How much do you want?"
Obadiah clenched his phone and took a deep breath to calm his anger.
"Hello, hello, Mr. Obadiah, are you listening? Bad signal, huhuhuhuhu!"
Bang! Obadiah was so angry that he smashed his phone to the ground.
"With Tony Stark, there is no shortage of weapons," the bearded man walked out of the tent, looked at the cave in the distance, and wanted to laugh out loud with pride.
In the desert where Tony Stark disappeared, more than a dozen armed helicopters, dozens of military Hummers, and hundreds of fully armed federal troops are conducting a dragnet search and rescue operation.