Chapter 118: Airport Informant
In front of the bustling Waiting Room, a group of black-suited Bodyguards formed a circle, creating a private space.
This caused many Passengers entering the Waiting Room with suitcases to frequently turn their heads.
For a moment, it created quite a congestion in the waiting area of this small Airport.
Several Argentine Federal Airport Police officers rushed over upon hearing the news. Fox, accompanied by two Bodyguards, stepped forward to negotiate.
As one Bodyguard discreetly slipped a stack of small green papers printed with Franklin (US Dollar) into a Police Chief's hand.
The Police Chief kindly expressed his honor that Boss Tang and his group could come to Ushuaia.
And apologized for the unpleasant experience the chaotic Airport order caused Boss Tang and his group.
After the pleasantries were exchanged, the Police Chief immediately led several Subordinates to start directing the Airport order.
It was clear that not everyone liked the Federation, but everyone loved Franklin (US Dollar). Compared to Argentine Peso, the green Franklin (US Dollar) was obviously more appealing.
With several Airport Police officers maintaining order, the plaza in front of the Waiting Room regained its calm.
Tang Song held Baroness, and amidst her sweet murmurs, he patted her hip.
"Alright, I'm leaving! Once the business here is dealt with, you and Storm Shadow will return directly to Cobra Base. Regarding Weyland Industries, I've already spoken to Charles.
Weyland Industries' leased Rocket Launch Platform from the Federal Government can be lent to Cobra for use. After you go back, find a way to get a set of design programs for the Zeus System!"
Tang Song felt the softness filling the gaps between his fingers, while also looking at Storm Shadow. It was clear his words weren't just for Ana.
Storm Shadow nodded from the side, indicating he understood.
The Zeus System, an Outer Space-to-ground Attack System designed by Cobra Commander, according to information Tang Song learned from Ana.
Cobra Commander planned to launch several satellites into low Earth orbit. The ascending satellites would carry several tons of tungsten rods, using the impact force generated by the potential energy of the falling tungsten rods to destroy several cities, deterring various countries and achieving the goal of global domination.
However, this explanation was clearly just something Cobra Commander used to placate his Subordinates.
Just think about it, the so-called tungsten rod attack relies entirely on destruction through kinetic energy collision generated by its rapid descent.
According to the law of conservation of energy, in the most ideal scenario, the tungsten rod's gravitational potential energy would all transform into kinetic energy.
A one-ton tungsten rod returning to Earth from a height of one thousand kilometers, its final energy would only be equivalent to slightly more than two tons of TNT explosives, merely a bomb with slightly greater force.
To reach the level of a nuclear weapon capable of destroying a city, even in a purely ideal scenario, it would require a ten-thousand-ton tungsten rod.
But currently, the International Space Station built by over a dozen countries worldwide, its published data hasn't exceeded ten thousand tons yet.
Of course, nothing is absolute. If the technical barrier is broken through, the tungsten rod could reach a very high speed with infinite electrification.
Although the tungsten rod at this time is not large, its energy is astonishing, and its destructive force is infinitely increasing at this time.
When the relative movement speed of Earth reaches a certain value, at this time, let alone bombing a city, it's even possible to blow up the earth. Of course, this is a theoretical result.
In fact, the energy source for infinitely accelerating objects is a big problem, and the method of acceleration is also difficult to solve.
However, this is the Marvel World where Black Technology is everywhere. Although Tang Song felt that Cobra Commander's so-called tungsten rod attack was just empty talk, but what if? This is also the reason he asked Storm Shadow and Ana to come up with a design plan for the Zeus System.
If this system is real, then the satellite launch matters will proceed as usual, it's just that Cobra will have one more master!
"After you and Ana return to Cobra Base, be extra careful. I will send people to assist you. If the matters cannot be done, then use the Skeleton Demon!"
Tang Song patted Storm Shadow's shoulder.
"Yes, Boss!"
...…
Airport VIP Lounge. A black-suited Bodyguard pushed open the VIP Lounge's Gate. Two Bodyguards in black suits cleared the way. Tang Song leaned on his cane. Fox, dressed in a red dress, looking sexy and charming, held his arm. The group walked in with a rustle, immediately attracting the attention of the others in the VIP Lounge.
The Airport was not large, but the VIP Lounge area was very large, and the interior was quite stylish.
There weren't many people in the VIP Lounge. Two blonde, blue-eyed attendants in flight attendant uniforms moved back and forth serving coffee and drinks.
Black stockings paired with flight attendant uniforms, one could only say that the Airport's High-level Staff really understood men's thoughts.
Large sofas, arranged in pairs, were scattered throughout the VIP Lounge. The Space was distributed very comfortably.
A few people were scattered in various parts of the VIP Lounge, maintaining a distance from each other to avoid disturbing one another.
The entry of Tang Song and his group immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the VIP Lounge.
After all, these days, apart from some politicians from various countries, even some billionaire tycoons rarely travel with Bodyguards.
"Hey, Mickey, a big fat fish, looks much bigger than the target. Should we change the plan!"
In a corner of the VIP Lounge, a young white man in a jacket looked up at Tang Song. His gaze swept over Tang Song's attire, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"Don't look for trouble, Danny,"
The black man sitting on the sofa next to him held an Airport magazine in his hand, crossed his legs, and occasionally flipped through the magazine's title pages.
"Pay attention and observe his personal Bodyguards. They are all formidable characters. You need to know, our team has its own rules. Don't easily provoke people you can't afford to provoke. This will kill everyone in the team!"
Using the magazine's title page as cover, the black man in the purple suit glared fiercely at the young white man.
The young white man pouted somewhat unconvinced, but as his companion said, while drinking coffee, he carefully observed the actions of these Bodyguards.
This observation immediately made him realize something, as a famous short-term fraudster from London.
The fraud business heavily tests observation and discernment abilities.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee, from the stance, walking actions, and wary nature of these black-suited Bodyguards, he saw many things.
"What is this guy's background? The Councillor we encountered last time, the Bodyguards he brought with him didn't seem as formidable as these black suits!"
After just a few observations, a black-suited Bodyguard seemed to have noticed his gaze, and the young white man quickly lowered his head and drank his coffee.
"It's none of our business," the black man in the purple suit glanced sideways from the corner of his eye beneath the magazine's title page.
In the direction of his gaze, on another set of sofas a few meters away, a fat man who looked like he weighed over two hundred pounds was holding a beauty in a low-cut dress and chatting merrily.
The woman leaned close to the White Fatty's ear, seemingly whispering to him. The woman's face was towards the black man's side, and she subtly exchanged a look with him.
"We spent several months for the target to take the bait. Ash has already arranged everything we need in New York. We can get at least five million Pound Sterling from this job. I don't want any accidents! Understand?"
The black man withdrew his gaze and gave the young white man a warning look.
"Alright! You're the boss, you call the shots!" The young white man shrugged!
While the attendant was pouring coffee, his eyes glanced towards Fox sitting in Tang Song's arms.
Around her fair neck, a platinum necklace, with a sapphire in the middle of the hollowed-out small diamonds, sparkled brilliantly under the lights.
...
The few petty thieves didn't attract much attention from Boss Tang.
On the table in front of the sofa, after an attendant asked for his opinion, brought over several cups of coffee and some Argentine feature delicacies.
Inside the VIP Lounge, there was a small Buffet Restaurant. At Tang Song's signal, several Bodyguards took turns going to the Restaurant to eat.
It takes eleven hours to fly from Argentina to New York, and this small Airport in Ushuaia didn't have available planes for charter services.
This meant Tang Song had to book a direct flight from Ushuaia to New York.
Two people squeezed onto the large sofa. Fox was almost half-leaning into Tang Song's embrace, holding a food box in one hand and feeding Boss Tang various delicacies with the other. "Hmm, this one is good, have another!" Tang Song took a bite of a pie similar to a chive box.
This was a local snack from Ushuaia. Inside were minced beef, pork, chicken meat or ham, as well as cheese and vegetables.
Seasoned with spices like chili powder, salt, and cumin, and finally deep-fried.
Fox smiled and picked up another one from the food box and brought it to Boss Tang's mouth.
Tang Song finished the pie in two or three bites, and casually took Fox's two fingers into his mouth...
About half an hour later, an attendant came to Tang Song's sofa, leaned down, and from behind the Bodyguards, softly spoke to Boss Tang from a distance:
"Are you Mr. Song Tang? Your boarding time has arrived! Please proceed to the VIP boarding Gate!"
......
New York, night. An Alley in Brooklyn.
A red truck parked sideways blocked the entrance to the Alley.
Inside the Alley, a group of fully armed Soldiers stood with guns. The grim atmosphere frightened a Middle-aged Man in ragged clothes with a full beard, who showed fear on his face.
He looked at this group of people, not knowing what awaited him.
He was just a "Mole Person", suddenly brought here, and didn't know the reason, which made him inexplicably terrified.
The so-called Mole People are not some race of others, but a group of homeless people on the fringes of society, living in abandoned Subway Tunnels and Sewers beneath the most prosperous areas of New York City, like moles, living a life without sunlight.
According to incomplete statistics, there are currently over 2000 "Mole People" in New York.
For various reasons, they entered the abandoned Subway Tunnels and Sewers, finding a place to live.
Living a poor, dangerous, yet relatively free life, often staying for decades...
Martin had been a Mole Person for five years. He was originally Cuban and had been in the Federation for nearly thirty years. That year, he sat in a small boat and smuggled himself from Cuba to Florida.
When he first arrived in the Federation, he also longed for a good life, but reality was harsh. He did many jobs, none of which lasted long.
Gradually, as he got older, it became increasingly difficult for Martin to find a suitable job.
Without a source of income, he could only wander the streets. Martin initially stayed at government shelters, but soon found that they were a mixed bag of good and bad people. Staying there meant either being bullied or robbed, fighting was commonplace, and there was a large group of addicts and criminals lurking.
After staying in shelters on and off for a few years, Martin finally couldn't bear it anymore and returned to wandering the streets.
During this time wandering, he met many friends who shared similar experiences. One of whom happened to be one of the rumored "Mole Tribe".
He told Martin that he had long found a great place, which was a Sewer in an abandoned Subway Tunnel.
Thus, Martin officially became a member of the "Mole Tribe", and lived there for five years.
To be honest, life in the Sewer wasn't too difficult. Where he lived, there was a supermarket nearby, which threw out a lot of nearly expired food every day.
Relying on this barely edible food, Martin could basically achieve "self-sufficiency".
He often joked to himself that this was food given by God.
Just recently, while Martin was picking up this food given by "God", he was held at gunpoint by two black men, put into a truck, and brought here.
Just as Martin was feeling terrified and uneasy, a black Mercedes-Benz car drove over from the other side of the Alley with its lights on.
The dazzling bright lights made Martin unable to resist shielding his eyes with his hand.
Bang! Two sounds of car doors opening and closing rang out, followed by the sound of footsteps. Under the lights, Martin, with his head lowered, saw three figures standing in front of him.
"Mr. Lane, it's him. This Mole Person knows the whereabouts of the group of people you're looking for!"
Martin heard this familiar voice and couldn't help but turn his head to look.
In the shadow, a dark, thin figure stood there, pointing directly at him with his hand.
Martin recognized him. This was a black man thug who frequented that supermarket year-round, doing Zero-Dollar Shopping (Looting). The only interaction between the two was when Martin once stumbled upon his Zero-Dollar Shopping (Looting) and was severely beaten by him.
"You know the whereabouts of that group of werewolves!"
Before Martin could figure out what was happening, a low but gentle voice sounded.
Martin turned his head. After his eyes adjusted to the lights, he finally saw the appearance of the three people in front of him clearly.
Leading them was a German-descent white man over two meters tall, with silver-white buzz-cut hair, wearing a tailcoat, with a suit vest underneath, and wearing a pair of white gloves.
To his left was a burly Big man wearing a skeleton shirt, with a fierce look on his face, playing with a ballistic knife at his fingertips.
The last one was a stunning woman in a black leather trench coat, very beautiful, Martin couldn't even describe it...
"You know the whereabouts of that group of werewolves!?"
A gentle voice pulled Martin back to reality. He shook his head tremblingly.
"I, I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Hmm?" Lane's gaze turned to the thin black man beside him.
The thin black man flinched, rushed directly in front of Martin, and loudly questioned: "Fuck, didn't you say that you saw a group of people howling in the Sewer whenever there was a full moon?"
"Did I? I don't remember. I didn't say that. No!"
Looking at the guy who had severely beaten him, Martin's eyes revealed a hint of resentment, shaking his head and repeatedly denying it.
"You clearly said it! Just two days ago, I was at the Alley entrance, I clearly heard you say..."
The thin black man was so anxious he was almost stomping his feet. If Lane hadn't been here, he probably would have lunged forward and grabbed Martin by the neck to question him.
"Alright!"
Lane waved his hand, telling the thin black man to step aside. He looked at the Mole Person in front of him with a smile.
"Have you or have you not seen that group of werewolves? This information is very important to me. If your information is useful, you will get a decent job and a rent-free apartment for five years!"
Martin looked at Lane, hesitated for a moment: "I have indeed seen a group of people. They are very strong and very violent. Not far from where I live, in the Sewer beneath another abandoned Subway Station..."
"Very good!"
Lane clapped his hands, "Then please trouble you to show us the way. After the matters are done, you will get what you want!"
Martin tremblingly followed several Soldiers into a commercial vehicle.
"Mr. Lane!"
Just as Lane opened the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz car, the thin black man who had been shrinking to the side, not daring to make a sound, timidly called out.
Lane turned his head and glanced at him: "You're Billy's man, right? Go back and tell him to take fifty thousand US Dollars from the account!"
"Thank you, Mr. Lane, thank you, Mr. Lane!"
A wave of ecstasy appeared on the thin black man's face, and he kept thanking Lane.
"Boss is coming back tomorrow. Using these werewolves as a gift, he should be very happy!"
In the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz car, Lane was resting his eyes. Frank beside him silently drove the car, following the commercial vehicle in front.
(End of chapter)