Outside the party venue.
Media reporters and VIPs were in chaos, with screams ringing out one after another.
Stanny hid in a corner with his hands behind his back, watching coldly. When he saw Tony risking his life to rush into the ballroom, he did not stop him, but sneered instead.
"It just so happens that you can go over and collect his body. This will serve as a warning to me!"
Stanny smiled and concluded that Mr. Naka was almost dead when the gunfire started.
"Everyone calm down first. I just called the police. I'm sure the police will arrive soon..." Thinking that the time was about right, Stanny coughed, walked out of the corner, and was about to calm everyone down.
He had only said half of his words when he heard the sound of police cars sirens honking in the distance.
"How can it be so efficient?" Stanny's expression changed slightly. He turned around and looked at the road. The next moment, he opened his eyes wide in shock.
The police cars with sirens blaring and lights flashing were merely clearing the way... Following behind were a dozen military green armored vehicles with built-in turrets, and behind them were bulletproof vehicles for officers with thickened steel plates.
Stanny was in a trance for a while, and then he heard a buzzing sound above his head. He looked up with difficulty and saw a group of military green helicopters gathering towards the venue. There were an exaggerated number of dozens of them covering the night sky.
Is this the scale of launching a war
Stanny was still in a daze. Various types of vehicles were parked densely on the road in the venue. Fully armed police and soldiers poured out of the opened car doors, guiding the evacuation of the crowd outside.
The helicopter was suspended at a certain height, and a rope was dropped from the cabin, from which special forces and agents landed. They were armed with sophisticated firearms and acted quickly to blockade and control the scene.
The bulletproof car finally stopped, and a black youth in an officer's uniform stepped out quickly. He looked around majestically and shouted, "I'm Colonel Rhodes. May I ask who is the person in charge of the venue here?"
Stani shuddered and stepped forward quickly. "It's me, the president of Stark Industries. Colonel Rhodes, we have met before..."
Rhodes ignored his advances and quickly said, "Well, I will take over this place on behalf of the military. Is that okay with you?"
"Of course I have no objection." Stanny sensed something was wrong and asked nervously, "Colonel Rhodes, it's just a terrorist attack, there's no need for such a big fuss, right?"
"Terrorists? I'm not here for this. First tell me, where is Mr. Ka now?" Rhodes asked in a deep voice, with unprecedented respect in his trembling words.
"In, in the dance hall." Stanny tried to keep his face calm, but his heart was in turmoil. His palms were sweating and his ominous premonition was getting stronger.
At this moment, various people arrived in vehicles and helicopters, walked up to Stanny and showed their credentials.
"I'm a CIA representative!"
"FBI representative!"
"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."
The people who came were undoubtedly the elites among the elites. They gathered together, their faces full of excitement. After greeting each other, they whispered to each other, "Don't disturb him too much later. I'm just here to meet him on behalf of the bureau."
"It's rare for that person to come out. I'm here to say hello on behalf of my bureau."
"That person is still holding the position of General Counsel of my SHIELD. If you want to meet him, at least report to our bureau."
Listening to their active discussion, Stanny's face turned paler and uglier, and he asked hoarsely, "Who is that Mr. Ka?"
"Who?" The military and the representatives of various departments were slightly startled, and then answered in unison:
"A symbol of peace!"
Chapter 224: Card Players Gathering
Outside the party venue, the area within a hundred meters was taken control by various forces in just a few minutes.
Helicopters and armored vehicles surrounded the area in three circles, and countless armed personnel used night vision equipment and blocked and guarded the scene with weapons in full swing, as if carrying out a rescue operation.
Symbol of peace.
After hearing these four words, Stanny seemed to be crushed by the title, and as if all his strength was drained away at once. His eyes were empty and dull, his hands and feet couldn't help shaking, and his old face was pale without a trace of blood.
Perhaps the young people of the new era, having learned a little about him from history books and sculptures on the streets, regard him as a spiritual symbol of national level, or a heroic idol or legendary figure.
But only the older generation who have personally experienced World War II can truly understand what the symbol of peace represents.
It was the light of a dark age and the most powerful force on earth. It is no exaggeration to say that it was a god.
"Mr. Ka, it's actually that person." Stanny muttered to himself bitterly, and actually laughed strangely, laughing at himself for being too anxious and stupid, and foolishly provoking the person he should not have provoked.
The representatives of various forces did not notice Stanny's gaffe. At this moment, their full attention was focused on the entrance to the party.
Just when they were about to let the special forces and agents in first, a slight buzzing noise suddenly sounded in the night sky above their heads. It came from the engine and turbulent airflow, sharper and more powerful than the sound of a helicopter propeller.
When everyone looked up in confusion, a black steel fighter plane broke free of its stealth camouflage and suddenly appeared from less than 50 meters in the air, forcing more than a dozen military helicopters to give way and quickly and smoothly landed on the lawn in front of the party entrance.
The cabin deck opened downwards, and a one-eyed, bald, dark-skinned middle-aged man in a black windbreaker stepped out domineeringly, followed closely by Coulson, who made his suit bulk up.
"Former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury."
When they saw the newcomer, the faces of the representatives from various departments suddenly changed, and they quickly saluted with sufficient respect.
Insiders all know that Nick Fury was Major General Kyle's right-hand man when he was in the military, and he was brought up during World War II.
Today, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s authority and size are growing. As the former director, Nick Fury shows signs of inheriting the title of 'God of Death'. He secretly travels around the world and fights, causing headaches for the remnants of Hydra and terrorists.
"What are you doing?" Fury walked forward, his eyes sweeping over the large number of armed men at the entrance of the party, with a dignified look.
"Mr. Fury, we heard that there are armed terrorists inside. We plan to let the armed soldiers in first." Rhodes, the military representative, explained.
"Terrorist?" Hearing this, Fury grinned and asked in a deep voice, "If that person is inside, why do you need your soldiers to take action? If he can be threatened by just a few guns, how did he get the title of the symbol of peace!?"
Representatives from all parties were silent. Indeed, even primary school students knew that the symbol of peace was a symbol of national strength. One person represented the top combat power during World War II!
"Let the rest of your men stay outside, and just follow me in." Fury shrugged and walked towards the party venue in a swift and decisive manner without waiting for their response.
At this moment inside the party, the huge and luxurious ballroom fell into deathly silence after the song ended.
After finishing the last dance beat, Kyle put one arm around Yutong's soft waist, which was so slender that he could hold it in his hand. He looked up calmly and indifferently at the enemies around him who kept shooting until their magazines were empty.
The six terrorists were all masked, so no one could see their expressions clearly, but their hands holding the pistols were trembling slightly. Cold sweat soaked their hoods and clothes, and the cold air from the air conditioner made their bodies and hearts feel extremely cold.
With their limited knowledge, they obviously could not comprehend what was happening before their eyes—no matter how many shots they fired, the bullets were unable to penetrate, even if they were close to the target person.
A pistol that could easily endanger the life of an ordinary person was as ridiculous and useless as a child's toy in front of Kyle and Yutong.
Ants can carry objects that are fifty times heavier than themselves, but their strength will never be enough to shake humans. It’s the same principle!
"Run! Run away separately!"
The leader of the terrorists uttered this action order with chattering teeth, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a red-haired woman wearing a black and gold mask with a devil's smiley face and a one-piece dark leather jacket.
"Where are you escaping to?" The woman in black had stood behind him at some point, less than a meter away, and met his gaze with an icy cold stare.