American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 76: Subduing, Diverting Disaster Eastward, The Scapegoat

Two days later, the Arms Procurement Bidding Conference in Italy concluded successfully.

Originally, there were three companies bidding.

Stark Industries was eliminated early, only sending a mid-level manager to symbolically participate in the bidding.

The other interested Arms Company was even more bizarre; several people from their company who came to participate in the bidding actually got lost two kilometers away from the bidding site.

One must know that most of them were native Romans.

By the time they rushed to the Bidding Conference site, the conference had already ended in a harmonious atmosphere.

The result of the Bidding Conference was naturally self-evident.

Boss Tang's Arms Company became the weapon supplier for the Italian Military's re-equipment this time.

On the same day the Auction ended, Tang Song received dozens of private dinner invitations.

However, after the signing concluded, Tang Song directly boarded the Airbus plane returning to New York.

On the Airbus plane flying from Rome to New York, Tang Song was reading a Newspaper with great interest.

The Vertex Award ceremony would be held in Las Vegas seven days later.

This award is held every four years and is specifically established for individuals who have made outstanding contributions to the Federation.

The Newspaper listed several popular candidates, one of whom, a highly anticipated hot candidate, occupied almost half of the Newspaper's page.

Tony Stark! A young genius who could independently design circuit boards at the age of four.

He independently built a V8 Engine in his teens.

An academic ace who graduated from MIT, he took charge of Osborn Industries at 21 and developed it into the Federation's number one industrial giant.

A Federation legend, and also the Federation's most famous playboy.

Clearly, for the media, popularity means traffic.

The space occupied by the other Vertex Award candidates combined was less than a third of Tony Stark's.

The Vertex Award, only seven days left? Tang Song looked at the half-body photo of Tony Stark occupying the front page of the Newspaper, lost in thought.

In the Marvel World, the birth of Iron Man was a turning point. Since his high-profile appearance, Superpowers who were originally hidden among Ordinary Humans began to emerge like a surging tide.

Tang Song saw Obadiah's name on the list of companions accompanying Tony Stark in the Newspaper.

It seemed his backstab hadn't had much Influence on Obadiah.

"Hello, would you like to dine?"

A voice interrupted Tang Song's thoughts. He put down the Newspaper and looked up at the flight attendant pushing a Dining Cart.

"One Big Mac Beef Burger, one large Coke, with ice!"

After getting the meal, the blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant half-knelt down and delivered the meal to Tang Song.

It must be said, the First Class service was indeed thoughtful. Tang Song only needed to lower his head slightly to see ************&**.

......

After delivering the meal, the blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant returned to the plane's service area with a disappointed look. Several flight attendants gathered around, whispering together.

Their topic of discussion was Tang Song, who was sitting in First Class.

Aesthetics know no borders or race, and Tang Song's handsomeness indeed attracted their Gaze. However, what truly intrigued them was that on this entire plane, besides Tang Song, the rest were his Bodyguards.

Chartering a plane and bringing so many elite Bodyguards.

Looking at the burly men, each averaging two meters tall, sitting around Tang Song, these well-traveled flight attendants estimated that this Asian was at least a billionaire.

But it seemed a pity, Tang Song was clearly not interested in them.

Four hours later, the plane landed at New York Airport.

"Boss!"

The familiar stretched black Rolls-Royce. Frank, wearing his familiar black Skeleton shirt, drove the motorcade into the airport with a few Bodyguards.

"Mr. Tang!"

Tang Song got off the plane and saw the black Elder standing beside Frank. He looked at Frank with some surprise.

"Elder Sloan!" Huohu Fokesi, pulling a red Suitcase and following behind Skye, looked at the black Elder with some surprise.

Sloan glanced at Fox, a strange look flashing in his eyes. He walked up to Tang Song somewhat fawningly and bowed slightly to him.

"What's going on?"

Tang Song's Gaze swept over Sloan and landed on Frank.

"Boss, this group of Assassins attempted to assassinate Kingpin multiple times, but they all failed. He said according to the agreement, the Brotherhood of Assassins is joining us!"

Frank said lazily, crossing his arms, "He somehow found out you were coming back and insisted on seeing you!"

"Mr. Tang, I..." Sloan was about to speak.

"Cross found you!" Tang Song scrutinized Sloan!

Sloan's mouth opened, and he subconsciously looked at Fox behind Skye.

Fox, however, had an indifferent expression, meeting Sloan's Gaze without hiding anything.

That's right, she was the one who told Tang Song the Intelligence about the Brotherhood of Assassins.

They say the closest Passage to a woman's heart is **, Tang Song's *great* *good*, plus some disciples from the Joyous Union Sect and Chanyin Sect, let alone a Western barbarian woman, even a stone maiden would blossom after a few days under his ministrations.

Sloan felt a blockage in his heart, felt like a complete loss.

Tang Song guessed correctly, Cross had indeed come knocking. As the Brotherhood of Assassins' former top Assassin, Cross's Strength was unmatched within the entire Brotherhood.

Unable to defeat him, Sloan had no choice but to come up with a dirty trick. He found Cross's son and tricked him into the Brotherhood.

He pulled a trick of "pointing to a deer as a horse," claiming that a killer Cross had killed was this unlucky child's biological father.

As a result, this unlucky child worked hard and vowed to avenge his father.

Originally, if everything had gone according to Sloan's Plan, it would have been quite smooth, but there was a slight deviation in the middle.

The original executor of this Plan was Fox, but halfway through, Boss Tang came knocking.

When Tang Song displayed the strength to easily wipe out the entire Brotherhood in front of him, Sloan chickened out.

He chose to send Fox as a hostage and took his men to assassinate Kingpin to show sincerity.

He just didn't expect that Cross's unlucky son, with his hormones raging, secretly ran off to find Fox, only to be caught red-handed by Cross.

Well, now things were complicated, father and son joined forces, two top Assassins, both trained by Sloan himself, slaughtering him and the entire Brotherhood of Assassins until they were routed.

Sloan had no choice but to come to Tang Song.

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Tang Song fiddled with the Bone Bead on his wrist, listening to Sloan recount the whole story.

"How many people are left in the Brotherhood of Assassins? How many usable people are there? I mean Gunmen whose marksmanship is decent, capable of Curved Shooting like Fox!"

Hearing Tang Song's words, Sloan, sitting in the front passenger seat, quickly turned around.

"Currently, there are still one hundred and sixty-seven people in the Brotherhood! However,"

Sloan paused, "Curved Shooting is mastered by only a few of us, even within the Brotherhood of Assassins!"

*Click, click, click, click*, the sound of the Bone Beads rubbing against each other echoed in Sloan's ears. Looking at the silent Tang Song, Sloan's heart kept sinking.

As the saying goes, better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!

If he had a choice, Sloan would never live under someone else's roof, but there was no other way. Cross was a madman; he'd rather believe the Loom than him, his mentor.

And that damned Loom, he had worked hard and risked his life for it for decades, only to find himself on the Loom's list.

Sloan didn't want to die. He wasn't a Fanatic, or rather, after his own name appeared on the Loom's list, he gave up his faith in the Loom.

Fate, fuck you!

Sloan wanted to flip off the Loom, but he knew Cross, that Fanatic, wouldn't let him off.

Tang Song was his only choice.

"First, I want all the Manpower of the Brotherhood of Assassins!" Tang Song raised his index finger, then his middle finger: "Second, I want the Brotherhood of Assassins' systematic training methods for Assassin Gunmen."

"Third, that Loom, I want it!"

Tang Song's words made Sloan feel like his heart was bleeding, especially when Tang Song mentioned that Loom.

One must know that even when Sloan's own name appeared on the Loom, he didn't try to destroy the Loom that had carried his faith for decades.

"Okay, I promise you!" Sloan nodded! "Wait!" Tang Song raised his hand, "Don't be in a hurry to agree. To join us, there's one more thing required!"

Under Sloan's puzzled Gaze, Tang Song took out a foot-long roll of snakeskin from his Five Yin Pouch.

Tang Song spread the snakeskin towards Sloan and handed him a Jade Handle Talisman Brush.

"This is a Contract. Sign your name on it, and I will help you solve Cross's trouble!"

Looking at the unfamiliar square characters on it, Sloan's hand holding the Jade Handle Talisman Brush felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He swallowed, looking at the strange patterns on the snakeskin. Cold sweat kept seeping from his forehead.

The Brotherhood of Assassins has a long history, and Sloan naturally knew about some true Dark Forces, like the Demon's parchment.

It is said that those who sign the Contract will have their souls taken by the Demon after death.

Sign or not sign! Sloan raised his head and looked at Tang Song.

At this moment, Tang Song didn't care about Sloan's choice at all. He leisurely took out a bottle of Champagne and four glasses from the car refrigerator.

Fox took the Champagne from Tang Song, opened the seal, and poured a full glass for Tang Song, then poured a glass for Skye and herself.

Finally, Sloan gritted his teeth and, with a trembling hand, signed his name on this strange snakeskin roll.

The Jade Handle Talisman Brush left a signature glowing with light on the snakeskin roll under Sloan's fearful Gaze.

Before Sloan could see clearly, Tang Song had already put the snakeskin roll away.

Seeing Sloan's signature left on the Inscribed Script/Talisman of the Heart Demon Great Curse, Tang Song nodded in satisfaction. His Gaze towards Sloan couldn't help but become a little more cordial.

The Heart Demon Great Curse, it is said, was passed down by the Demon King Papiyas, while others say it is a Buddhist Sect Divine Ability. However, this Technique is indeed strange.

When Sloan wrote his name on the snakeskin roll imprinted with the Heart Demon Great Curse, his Spirit consciousness would involuntarily and slowly change, gradually becoming Tang Song's believer, providing spiritual energy to Tang Song and increasing the power of the Heart Demon Great Curse.

This was inspired by the Holy Power of The Church.

While Sloan believed in Tang Song, he would also receive nourishment from the Heart Demon Great Curse.

Just like the Priests in The Church receive blessings from "God".

...

A Farm on the outskirts of New York.

The place was not small, at least a thousand acres. There was a valley in the middle, with low mountains on both sides, and the mountain on the northwest side was connected to a small national park.

Tang Song, dressed in hunting attire, rode a White Horse, holding a Winchester commemorative Shotgun in his hand, hunting Wild Boar. As Kane and Frank rode their horses and fired their Guns into the jungle, herds of Wild Boar emerged from the bushes.

Tang Song kicked his feet, the White Horse neighed, its four hooves leaped, and it began to carry Tang Song, the newly minted ranch owner, in pursuit of the pig herd.

Hunting Wild Boar in other places was hard work, requiring searching all over the mountains, preferably with hunting Dogs to chase them, just to earn a meager $2500 for the effort.

The lion's share went to others.

Here, there was no need; they were rampant.

"Bang bang bang"

Kane and Frank opened fire first.

Disturbed by the Gunfire, the Wild Boar ran diagonally towards Tang Song like mad.

Tang Song held the Gun with one hand, facing the pig herd, "Boom!"

One shot from the Shotgun modified by Kane.

The dense pellets directly knocked over four or five male Wild Boar charging at the front.

Penetrating lungs, bones, and muscles, even the largest male Wild Boar, when hit at this range by the modified 12-gauge pellets, would have countless Holes from a single shot and could never withstand it! Considering Tang Song's Strength, Kane specifically modified the rifling and increased the primer when modifying the shotgun shells. Although the recoil increased significantly, the modified Shotgun.

The pellets could easily penetrate 6mm thick Steel Plate or 150mm of solid brick wall. If it was Pine Wood board, it could penetrate 40 centimeters! It just couldn't match the range of a Rifle.

*Click, click*, Tang Song ejected the shell and reloaded. At this time, the other Wild Boar were running frantically towards the north.

Boss Tang rode his horse, chasing the herd of Wild Boar, wildly enjoying the pleasure of hunting.

...

Several Soldiers drove a pickup truck following Tang Song to collect the Spoils of War.

There were about forty Wild Boar, large and small. The small ones were forty-plus pounds, still with patterns. Some looked quite miserable, with half their heads missing or a leg blown off. Over a dozen weighed over a hundred pounds, and the largest one weighed a full eight hundred pounds.

The steel bristles on its back were comparable to those on a porcupine, and the two long Fangs exposed looked like sharp knives. The head proportion was slightly shorter than that of Eastern Wild Boar, and the body shape was rounder.

A behemoth! One Bullet hit its left eye, but judging by the marks on the ground, it still charged forward several meters after being hit: the Bullet passed through the left eye, penetrated the brain, and it couldn't stop running, sliding forward.

Hmm, this Gun was fired by Sloan. Boss Tang, sitting on his horse, looked at this behemoth, smacked his lips, feeling a little regretful.

Lane, who was nearby, quietly moved two steps closer to Sloan.

...…

The former Farm owner left Boss Tang a set of old equipment for slaughtering cattle. It wasn't mechanized, more like a semi-manual small food processing workshop, used only once or twice a year.

Slaughtering and processing Pigs naturally didn't require Boss Tang to do it himself.

There were professional butchers in the former Brotherhood of Assassins. Several people assisted. The small Wild Boar with tender meat were gutted and dehaired, while the larger ones were directly gutted and then skinned.

Some of the Wild Boar were cleaned and thrown into the Farm's small cold storage, while the rest were processed immediately.

A few of the smallest Wild Boar, which hadn't shed their hair yet, were washed clean. They would be roasted or stewed later tonight; they wouldn't have a gamey smell anyway.

The large ones were made into sausages and smoked meat.

A group of people wielded knives, trimming the meat, busy and enjoying themselves.

The meat grinder and mixer were turned on, grinding the meat into minced meat and meat paste, mixing in a large amount of spices, and stuffing them into casings to make sausages.

Once the sausages were made, they were placed in a wooden house and smoked with lit Pine Wood.

Ten or so slabs of Wild Boar meat were also hanging inside; these meat pieces needed to be smoked for a longer time.

As for Boss Tang, he washed his hands at this time and, with a few people, went through a small house behind the Farm to the "construction site!"

That's right, beneath this Farm was a bustling construction site.

This was a Base Tang Song planned to build.

...…

In a rustic wooden house, several people sat around an oak dining table. The table was filled with a feast of Delicacies.

Top-grade Beluga Sturgeon caviar, premium Escargot, Foie Gras, Wagyu sashimi and grilled meat from Japan, seared King Crab legs from the Bering Sea, and the freshly smoked Wild Boar meat.

Paired with Romanee-Conti Red Wine from the Decanter.

This lavish feast was a celebration banquet hosted by Boss Tang.

Tang Song naturally sat at the head of the table. To his left, below him, was Lane, wearing White Gloves and a Butler's uniform.

Below Lane were Kane and Frank. Across from the three sat Skye, Sloan, and Fox.

"How did the Plan to divert disaster eastward go!" Tang Song looked at Kane.

This was a celebration banquet, and also a welcome banquet for Kane, who had returned from Wakanda.

As a former special forces commander, Kane's combat strategy and command ability were definitely not a problem.

Inciting Mercenaries to attack Wakanda in East Africa was his doing.

In addition, according to Tang Song's Plan, he was also responsible for arranging an evacuation route to the Hydra Base that was difficult to detect but could be found upon careful investigation.

Hearing the Boss's question, Kane replied, "The clues are all set up. From the UN Aid Convoy to the plane evacuating to Russia, these fragmented clues will lead them to that Hydra Russia Base you mentioned!"

"Boss, as you said, these clues are extremely hidden. The Wakandans might not be able to find them!"

"Don't underestimate any Opponent!" Tang Song glanced at Kane: "Wakanda's Military and Intelligence capabilities are not weak!"

"Has the real evacuation route been completely cleared?"

Tang Song reprimanded him, then asked casually.

"Very clean!" Kane was cutting a steak: "All those who knew, I personally watched everyone die completely before leaving!"

"Well done, everyone's Salary is increased by 50%!"

Although Capitalist Tang announced a pay raise, the atmosphere didn't become lively. Which of the people sitting here was truly working for a Salary?

...…

Siberia, the harsh temperature makes this resource-rich land sparsely populated.

Due to the weather, many Russians living here are keen on having a few drinks when they have nothing to do, and watching Ball Games in Bars in their leisure time.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of big Cities, life is very peaceful.

On this day, a group of big Russian men were gathered in a Bar, drinking strong liquor, watching a Ball Game, and cursing the arrogant, useless coach.

Boom! Just as a player on the TV was about to shoot a crucial ball, there was a loud noise, and the entire Bar shook violently.

An Earthquake?!

*Clatter*, except for the drunkards who had fallen to the ground, a group of people rushed out of the Bar in a hurry.

Then everyone was stunned. In the distance high in the sky, a huge mushroom cloud slowly rose! "Target destroyed, requesting return!"

In the cockpit of the Vibranium Jet, a black pilot looked with satisfaction at the mountain peak that was half gone.

This was the Base of the intruders that the Wakandan Intelligence agency had investigated.

Hidden and heavily guarded, with a considerable armed force stationed there. Considering the potential damage from a frontal assault, the completely enraged Old Black Panther decided on a permanent solution.

...…

Somewhere in the Federation, Daniel Whitehall, who had just received the news: "??? MMP"

Daniel Whitehall, a Hydra Elder from the same era as Red Skull.

He is also one of the current Hydra heads. Wearing Glasses and looking refined, he resembles an ordinary middle-aged Professor. No one would guess that the person in front of them is a hundred-year-old monster.

London, in an Ancient Castle dating back to the time of King Arthur. In the simple and solemn great hall, there are huge gilded Crosses on the walls. Sunlight shines through the stained glass window, casting a reversed swastika Shadow on the Cross.

In the great hall, there is an antique conference long table with a history. People are already seated in the high-backed chairs.

However, these people are all virtual images, with their faces pixelated.

This is Hydra's virtual round table meeting.

Those who can sit here are all Hydra heads.

"I need an explanation for the Russia Base incident, Mr. Whitehall. This puts the organization in a very passive position!"

Sitting at the head of the conference table was an Elder in a Suit whose face was unclear. He crossed his hands and questioned the middle-aged Professor below him.

Daniel Whitehall snorted: "I will investigate this incident thoroughly and give you an explanation!"

As an old man from the same era as Red Skull, Daniel Whitehall looked down on these newcomers from the bottom of his heart. However, his goal was immortality, and he was not interested in Hydra's power.

Facing Alexander Pierce's interrogation, he merely replied indifferently and then fell silent.

"According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Investigation Results, the Explosive at the Russia Base was not a Nuclear Weapon, but a cleaner Bomb! This technology is at least twenty years ahead of the Federation!"

Alexander Pierce's tone could not hide his emotional fluctuation: "Everyone should be clear about what this means!"

Everyone present remained silent, falling into a brief silence.

An unknown, powerful Opponent, and also an obstacle to Hydra's great Plan.

"Find them, destroy them!"

The speaker had a strong German accent, like an old-fashioned Soldier from the Third Reich era.

"No matter who the enemy is, they have started the war. Hydra fears no challenge!"

"Baron, what you said is correct, but first we need to figure out who the enemy is?"

A charming female voice sounded, just listening to it felt like a feather tickling one's ear.

"On this point, I believe the Hydra heads will figure it out. Don't you agree, Mr. Secretary?"

"The Russia incident has a significant impact, I cannot interfere too much, otherwise it will arouse Nick Fury's suspicion," Alexander Pierce glared at Madame Hydra and stated his concerns.

"However, this incident has already been taken over by the Federal Government. For this new type of energy Bomb, the Federal Government is more interested than we are. Our allies in politics will cover our tracks!"

"I never understood why you nominated Nick Fury for the position back then. He is trouble for us!" The Baron complained to Alexander Pierce.

Alexander Pierce sighed: "He is the most suitable candidate I have ever seen, a born Agent. If it weren't for him, our Influence wouldn't have grown this large!"

The Baron was somewhat silent. What Pierce said was absolutely correct. After Nick Fury took over S.H.I.E.L.D., S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scale and Influence soared like a rocket.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra are two sides of the same coin. Compared to the end of World War II, Hydra's Influence has expanded more than tenfold.

This guy Nick Fury is a double-edged Sword, useful, but if you're not careful, you'll hurt yourself.

"Anyway, the most important thing now is to find the enemy who destroyed the Russia 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 Ancient Castle returned to silence at some point, leaving only the Ravens outside the Ancient Castle cawing on the branches.

(End of Chapter)