Chapter 177: Assassination (Part 2) (Large Chapter)

Chapter 177: Assassination (Part 2) (Large Chapter)

They successively drew extended handguns from behind their waists, pulling the trigger on the group of Assailants.

Several Presidential Bodyguards even directly opened their bulletproof briefcases, took out submachine guns from their briefcases, and counterattacked the attacking Thugs.

Rat-a-tat-tat—

"Bang bang bang"

"Thud thud thud thud thud"

The dense sound of gunfire couldn't be covered up even in the heavy rain. This sound, like firecrackers during the New Year, continuously echoed into the State Guest House.

Inside the State Guest House at this moment, the Important Figures, watching the Federal President who was surrounded by Bodyguards and looked like a drowned rat, and hearing the dense gunfire outside, also panicked. They all took out their mobile phones and dialed for help.

"Everyone, don't panic. For this cocktail party, there is a tank company and an infantry company stationed near the White House, ready at any time. No matter what these Thugs' objective is, they will not succeed!"

The Federal President, seeing the panicked crowd, took the towel handed to him by a Bodyguard, wiped the rain from his body, and quickly stepped forward to calm everyone down.

Standing in the center of the Hall, waving his hands and appearing calm and composed, the Federal President temporarily appeased the guests with his relaxed attitude. As if nothing was happening outside, he walked directly towards the King of Wakanda, T'Chaka, extended his hand, exchanged pleasantries, and welcomed him to the Federation.

Under the protection of several Female Guards, T'Chaka's look didn't change. However, a close Female Guard always carried a large box and stayed by his side without leaving.

"It seems our President has some tricks up his sleeve; he's not completely useless!" Tang Song pulled Rogue, standing among the crowd, and looked at the calm President with some surprise.

Bishop Hyde stood beside Tang Song, showing no fear of the gunfire and artillery fire outside. He secretly held a glass of cocktail and drank it.

"If he didn't even have this much courage, how could he be the Federal President!"

"You're not afraid!?" Tang Song glanced at Bishop Hyde.

The plump Elder, who looked like Santa Claus, chuckled, "They're either targeting the Federal President or that Black King. What does it have to do with us?

This poor Priest of mine has nothing worth robbing! Besides, aren't you here? West showed off to us; your strength is no less than those Holy Knights! How about it, interested in going out and dealing with those Bandits? These are all Important Figures of the Federation here. If you solve these Thugs, it's a great opportunity to make a name for yourself!"

Tang Song looked at the Priest beside him whose face was flushed from drinking, his eyes lingering for a moment on the ancient Cross around his neck.

"You said it yourself, they aren't targeting us. A tall tree catches the wind. We are just small characters; protecting ourselves is the right way! The President said there's an army outside, so there should be no problem."

While patting Rogue's back and comforting her with the President's recent words, Tang Song's gaze was directed towards the Hall outside. In the rain curtain, a group of Cobra Soldiers wearing stealth camouflage, their feet splashing through the water, completely ignored the bullets shot by the Secret Service and S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.

Letting the bullets hit their bodies, they seemed to have no pain nerves, holding their assault rifles and spraying fire.

Dozens of guns focused fire, simultaneously shooting at several Secret Service Bodyguards who had no cover in the Green Belt.

Amidst the 'Rat-a-tat-tat' of gunfire, the bodies of these several skilled trench coat Secret Service Bodyguards were directly pierced. They fell heavily to the ground with shrill screams.

Their bodies were penetrated by at least a dozen holes, clearly not alive.

Hawkeye, along with several S.H.E.L.D. Agents, used the Hotel's stone pillars as cover, holding handguns and counterattacking the enemies in the rain curtain.

The optical camouflage suits worn by these Cobra Soldiers were originally capable of invisibility based on the environment, but the heavy rain exposed their figures completely.

The Secret Service Bodyguards hiding behind bulletproof vehicles, cooperating with the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, although only armed with submachine guns and handguns, managed to block this group of enemies in the rain from entering the Hotel by relying on cover.

"Bang bang—"

Hawkeye took down a Cobra Soldier with one shot. Even without his bow and arrow, Hawkeye's shooting skills were still master-level.

"No, the enemy can't have just this much manpower!"

With the cooperation of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Secret Service, more than half of the dozens of Cobra Soldiers without cover in the rain instantly fell.

But based on an Agent's keen sixth sense, Hawkeye felt that the enemy couldn't have just this much manpower and firepower.

These people alone couldn't break through the President's security force.

Just as Hawkeye was in doubt, his heart tightened. At that moment, several streams of fire swept across the sky.

Hawkeye made a sudden dive, pulling a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent with him, and threw himself to the side.

The dense torrent of bullets directly riddled the stone pillar where Hawkeye had just been hiding, turning it into a honeycomb. A S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent who couldn't dodge in time was directly hit in the face by flying gravel. His entire face caved in, and he fell to the ground, twitching like a dying toad.

In the sky, a semi-stealth night raven jet flew through the clouds. Cobra Commander, controlling the vulcan cannon on the jet, swept fire downwards.

The huge sound of 'Clang clang clang...' echoed all around. The thick streams of fire swept across several White House bulletproof vehicles. Amidst the roar of several explosions, over a dozen Secret Service Bodyguards who used the bulletproof vehicles as cover were all killed within three seconds, with no chance of escape.

"Natasha Romanoff, the enemy has a fighter jet! Take the President to the Hotel's Basement Safe House!"

Hawkeye roared into the microphone by his mouth, "Everyone else organize the defense, hold out until the National Guard arrives, and prevent them from entering the Hotel."

Near Pennsylvania Avenue, a tank company of the National Guard responsible for security, upon hearing the gunfire, was assembling towards Blair House.

"Swoosh swoosh," several sharp sounds of breaking air came. Several high-explosive armor-piercing rockets were fired from the sky, targeting the tank company's tanks.

Boom boom boom boom—

Several huge explosion roars echoed throughout the entire street. Four M1A1 main battle tanks were immediately blown into a pile of scrap metal.

"Storm Shadow, I'm going to deploy the nanite bomb. Get your people ready!"

Cobra Commander, piloting the night raven jet, looked at the National Guard and police continuously gathering towards the White House from all directions! After notifying Storm Shadow, Cobra Commander controlled the jet's launch button and dropped a special bomb towards Blair House.

Then, piloting the night raven jet, he dropped another bomb directly above the tank company.

Clang! The bomb with a metal casing heavily struck the armor of a main battle tank.

"Bomb!"

An observer on the tank quickly retracted into the tank and heavily closed the tank hatch.

"It didn't explode, is it a dud!?"

The observer hadn't figured out the situation yet. He suddenly felt his face getting wet. Was it leaking? He looked up. The entire tank's roof had disappeared at some point. A silver, water-like substance was enveloping the tank, devouring this several-ton big guy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it! Be careful, it's an aerial bomb!"

The sharp-eyed Hawkeye saw the bomb dropped from the sky. He roared, curled up, directly shattered the Hotel's glass, and lunged into the Hotel.

The surviving Secret Service Bodyguards and S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents also retreated to the Hotel, avoiding the bomb's attack.

Clang!

The half-human-high metal bomb heavily struck the Entrance of Blair House. But to everyone's surprise, this bomb did not explode.

Upon contact with the ground, it melted like water instead. The silver liquid, like surging mercury, flowed towards the State Guest House, devouring all metal substances along the way. Not far from the State Guest House, Storm Shadow gave the command. Over sixty Ninjas wearing WWII period Hydra uniforms charged into the rain with katanas, rushing towards Blair House.

Kane, wearing a chainsaw killer mask, stood beside Storm Shadow, watching the bomb dropped by the night raven jet. His sharp eyes noticed the silver liquid, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What kind of bomb is this?"

"It's a nanite bomb developed by a Technology Company in Western Europe. Once activated and launched, it can theoretically devour and decompose everything and can self-replicate, continuously spreading outwards!

However, this is just a finished product. Currently, it can only devour metal substances, but that's enough!"

Storm Shadow, in a WWII period Hydra military uniform, held a katana. Looking at the ninja soldiers charging into the rain, he drew his katana, which was also made of nanomaterial, and was about to rush into the rain.

Lane grabbed him and threw a Freddy Krueger mask into his arms. "Put this on. Don't leave any traces. We still have matters to attend to later. Don't cause trouble for the Boss!"

Inside Blair House

"A small accident, don't worry, King T'Chaka, our Federation has the ability to solve this small trouble! Our National Guard soldiers are all well-trained warriors."

The gunfire from outside continued. The Federal President's face showed no fear. He chatted casually with T'Chaka.

However, the Bodyguards beside him had all drawn their guns by now.

The King's Female Guards beside T'Chaka were also holding their vibranium spears, watching everyone present with wary eyes.

The Federal President was boasting about the Federation's strength to T'Chaka, telling him to rest assured.

Natasha Romanoff, in a red dress, held a black Glock handgun and rushed to him with two S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.

"Mr. President, we probably need to take you to the Safe House!"

The Federal President glanced at Natasha Romanoff, somewhat angry at her undermining him. He said in a very unfriendly tone, "Agent, I believe our people can deal with those Bandits!"

Natasha Romanoff looked at him with a serious complexion and said, "Mr. President, we just received information from outside. These Bandits have a fighter jet.

It will take some time for our Air Force to arrive. If they are carrying missiles or aerial bombs, the entire Hotel will be leveled! We cannot risk your life!"

Listening to Natasha Romanoff's words, the President's expression was truly spectacular. His complexion changed multiple times. He opened his mouth, wanting to quickly go to the underground Safe House.

But facing the bold words he had just spoken, he couldn't find a way to back down for a moment.

At this moment, Secretary of State Francis, who had been observing the situation from not far away, walked over. After clarifying the situation, he leaned in beside the President and suggested in a low voice, "President, I've learned about the State Guest House's Safe House before. The space there is large enough to accommodate everyone in the State Guest House. The people attending the cocktail party are all leaders in various industries of the Federation; nothing can happen to them! For the stability of the Federation, please make a small sacrifice!"

"Okay!" The President glanced at Francis, agreeing without hesitation, taking the step Francis had provided!

"King T'Chaka, there's a small accident outside now. You come with me to the Safe House. We still need to discuss some cooperation matters in detail!" The Federal President extended an invitation to T'Chaka.

T'Chaka nodded, glancing at the box held by his guard captain. His Black Panther suit was inside.

T'Chaka had learned about the information regarding someone in the Underworld paying for his Assassination through Wakanda's Intelligence Agency immediately. However, the vibranium Black Panther suit gave him ample confidence.

He didn't believe anyone could assassinate him after he put on the Black Panther suit.

A group of Bodyguards surrounded the President and the King of Wakanda and walked towards a Passage inside the State Guest House. The Consortium Tycoons at the cocktail party were all shrewd individuals and followed behind.

Tang Song pulled Rogue and Bishop Hyde, mingling in the crowd. He had been watching Francis's movements.

Interestingly, this Federal Secretary of State seemed to have difficulty with his legs and was unknowingly squeezed out of the first group, falling into the middle of the crowd.

Tang Song thought for a moment and also slowed his pace.

"Ouch!"

As he stopped, a woman behind him directly bumped into him.

Tang Song turned around. An old acquaintance was holding high heels in one hand, constantly rubbing her forehead.

"Miss Potts, oh, no, President Potts, what a coincidence!"

"Tang!" Pepper Potts rubbed her aching head, looking at Tang Song in front of her with some surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Since arriving at the cocktail party, Pepper Potts had been surrounding T'Chaka, wanting to see if there were any energy source aspects in the vibranium technology released by Wakanda and if it would endanger Stark Industries.

She hadn't noticed that Tang Song was actually at this cocktail party.

"Tang, hurry up and go! The terrorists outside are probably about to attack the Hotel! I notified Tony, but it will take him at least twenty minutes to get here! We need to get to the Safe House quickly now!"

Pepper Potts didn't have time to be curious about Tang Song's reason. She hurriedly finished speaking to Tang Song and followed the crowded people, heading to the underground Safe House for refuge.

Tang Song watched Pepper Potts desperately pushing forward, then looked at Francis, who was falling further and further behind.

He pulled Rogue, walking unhurriedly in the middle.

When Francis retreated to his side, Tang Song reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

"Mr. Secretary of State, are you alright? Come, let me help you!"

Francis turned his head, looking at Tang Song with a stunned expression.

"Mr. Secretary of State, it's very dangerous outside. I'll protect you!"

Tang Song's hand rested on Francis's shoulder. Francis felt a great strength pushing him forward involuntarily.

The crowded people on both sides surged away like a tide.

No, I can't go to the front...

Francis shivered, thinking of his plan. He twisted his body hard, trying to break free from Tang Song's hand.

But Tang Song's hand seemed to have grown onto him; he couldn't break free no matter what.

"I see Mr. Secretary of State is very reluctant to go to the underground Safe House. Could it be that there's something in the Safe House that scares you? You didn't put a bomb in there, did you!"

As if someone was whispering in his ear, Francis stiffened as he listened to Tang Song's words. He turned his head back in disbelief, looking at Tang Song.

Tang Song smiled at him and patted the Secretary of State's shoulder.

With every pat, the Secretary of State's body trembled.

"Oh, right, those people outside seem to be a terrorist organization called Cobra. If I'm not mistaken, they're your people! Assassinating the king and seizing the throne, you're truly making a grand move!"

Listening to the voice in his ear, Francis looked around in panic.

"Don't worry, I used a little technique. They can't hear us talking!"

Francis felt the force on his shoulder getting smaller and smaller. He slowly slowed his pace, lowered his head, and said in a low voice.

"Tang, what exactly do you want?"

"Me! I want to help you. Everyone says you're my backer. Having a Federal President as a backer is much more comfortable and reliable than having a Secretary of State, don't you think?"

Francis listened to Tang Song's words, his mind racing, analyzing Tang Song's true purpose.

"You want to threaten me?"

"Threaten? How can you say that? I just want to help you. You might not know that in The East, there was a great businessman who was good at investment. His most successful investment was investing in a person who became a king!

I'm also a businessman. You are like that king. If I help you, you will naturally take better care of my business in the future!"

Listening to Francis's low murmur, a smile flashed across Tang Song's face.

"Beep beep beep..."

At a Passage in the State Guest House, the Hotel manager opened a hidden wall. Inside was an elevator leading to the Lower Level Space.

The manager entered the password on the elevator, scanned his fingerprint and iris. The elevator to the Safe House slowly opened.

A group of Secret Service Bodyguards escorted the President into the elevator.

The elevator, which could carry twenty people, had four or five Bodyguards plus the President himself, as well as the King of Wakanda and his several Guards. There was still room for about seven or eight people.

Hearing the gunfire getting closer and closer outside, the Consortium Tycoons also lost their demeanor as upper-class figures of the Federation and crowded towards the elevator.

Tang Song looked at the Important Figures desperately pushing their way in, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. At the same time, he was a little curious: "Did you tamper with the elevator?"

Francis didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the President of the Senate who didn't make it into the elevator, looking somewhat disappointed.

"It seems you are very disappointed. Well, if I remember correctly, according to the Federation Constitution, even if the President is gone, you are only ranked fourth in line! Do you want me to help you?" Tang Song's divine sense keenly detected the change in Francis's look.

"How can you help?" Francis asked in a low voice! Tang Song didn't speak. He slightly lifted the hand resting on Francis's shoulder, and a stream of true essence shot out silently, like an invisible rope, circling the ankle of the President of the Senate and pulling him back.

The elderly and frail President of the Senate lost his footing and collapsed directly to the ground.

At this moment, a group of Important Figures swarming towards the elevator couldn't possibly notice the person at their feet. They directly trampled over his body and head, squeezing into the elevator.

Tsk! Tang Song and Francis watched as a beautifully and seductively dressed woman stepped her sharp high heel into the eye socket of the President of the Senate.

"Tsk tsk! How tragic!" Tang Song had an expression of not being able to bear to look. "See, I helped you clear the obstacle and showed my sincerity. Now, Mr. Secretary of State, can you tell me what you did so I can help you check for omissions?"

"There are nanoworms in the elevator. These nanoworms can devour all metal substances. It's nearly a hundred meters from here to the underground Safe House! The nanoworms have been activated!" Francis said in a low voice after confirming that the people around could indeed not hear their conversation.

"Nanoworms, what a clever means! A hundred meters high, our former President won't be able to fly. He'll be smashed into meat paste!" Tang Song felt an urge to applaud the Secretary of State.

"Right, how do you plan to handle the investigation after the President's assassination?" Tang Song asked.

Francis turned his head and gave Tang Song a strange look.

Damn it! Tang Song cursed inwardly, looking at Francis's gaze. No wonder he received an invitation; it turned out he was the big scapegoat being prepared.

"It seems the person to take the blame, Mr. Secretary of State, needs to be changed. This pot is too big; my small frame can't carry it!" Tang Song's eyes were cold, but he said with a smile.

"How did you know my plan?" Francis asked, puzzled.

Tang Song put his arm around Rogue, who had fainted at some point, and said solemnly in Francis's ear, "Secret!"

Francis's face immediately turned ashen.

Tang Song looked at the Secretary of State—no, the President—in front of him with mockery. I plan to keep this secret for a lifetime!

While the two were talking, the first elevator was full and was about to close!

In the elevator, the Presidential Bodyguards were squeezed out. Those who entered the elevator were truly Important Figures. The only exception was probably the State Guest House manager.

Because he held the password to the Safe House below and needed his fingerprint and iris to open the Safe House.

At the Entrance of the State Guest House, Hawkeye, with a dozen remaining Bodyguards, fought against the Bandits outside using the Hotel walls as cover.

Although he didn't know why that bomb hadn't been detonated, for him, it was a stroke of luck.

It wasn't until the firearms in his hand and the metal belt buckle on his waist turned into a ball of silver liquid, then flowed down his body towards the ground, that he only then realized the seriousness of the situation.

Crash! The rebar inside the Hotel walls and the metal frames on the doors were completely devoured by the nanoworms. Then, a group of Cobra Soldiers holding 3D printed plastic firearms rushed in. These people wore black hoods on their heads, and their optical camouflage suits were adorned with the bright Hydra logo.

The plastic material weapons in their hands all used a three-round burst firing mode.

These Cobra Soldiers covering each other, advancing in a cross pattern, well-trained, acting like soldiers. Facing a group of unarmed S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, it was simply a massacre.

"Hail Hydra!"

One by one, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were swept by a barrage of gunfire, screaming and falling to the ground, their eyes fixed tightly on this group of Hydra, spitting blood foam from their mouths.

They died without understanding why it was different from what the snake head had told them. Clearly they were their own people! The Cobra Soldiers held firearms, aimed at this group of unarmed Agents, and fired mercilessly.

One by one, Agents and Special Agents, without firearms in their hands, wanted to escape to the corners around them, and then were shot down like targets on a target range...

Hawkeye scrambled on the ground, rolling away. After rolling several times on the ground, he shrank behind a sofa, fumbling with his pants.

After finally managing to take off his troublesome pants, Hawkeye curled up behind the sofa, watching an armed enemy walk past.

His right hand suddenly extended, grabbed the Cobra soldier's ankle, and threw him to the ground.

Dragging him under the sofa cover, Hawkeye grabbed a champagne glass with his right hand and fiercely stabbed it into his neck.

(end of chapter)