Chapter 85: Slaying, Revenge, Return
A voice sounded from behind. The Black Ghost reflexively swung his scythe violently backward.
The black scythe carried a sharp wind, sweeping in a circle behind him and stirring up dust.
"No one?"
Feeling the scythe swing through empty air, the Black Ghost quickly turned around, gripping the scythe in his hand. There was nobody in front of him.
Suddenly, he looked up sharply.
Tang Song stood suspended in mid-air, clad in a cloud-water blue Daoist robe and crane cloak, his sleeves fluttering. He was as handsome as an immortal descended to the mortal world.
This bearing made Tanaka Hayato feel as if he was seeing the Omotaru God, a deity renowned for handsomeness in Japan.
However, the killing intent in the eyes of the person before him also gave him the terrifying feeling of facing the Yamata no Orochi directly.
Tanaka Hayato cautiously retreated two steps, ready to run at any moment.
If classified by mutant strength, Tanaka Hayato, who could transform into an Undying Ghost, was comparable to a Level 4 mutant.
In a small country like Japan, he could completely dominate an area.
It was just that his personality... well, it was hard to describe. He was a Pachinko addict who loved playing pinball, a rotten gambler! Otherwise, he wouldn't have been controlled by The Hand for a mere 20 million Japanese yen.
"Heh!" Tang Song stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Black Ghost in front of him, which seemed to be composed of black mist or flowing sand. He sneered and flicked his sleeve.
The Five Yin Pouch flew out, spinning in mid-air. Its opening faced downwards, releasing a gust of black wind.
This Five Yin Black Fiend condensed into a black chain as thick as a bowl.
From the outside, the color of the black chain was quite similar to the Black Ghost that Tanaka Hayato had transformed into.
The black fiend light circled in mid-air and struck down towards Tanaka Hayato's face.
Although Tanaka Hayato didn't know what these black mists were, he wasn't stupid. Facing the pouncing black mist chain, he immediately bent his knees, leaped high, and did a side flip in the air, dodging the black chain condensed from the Five Yin Black Fiend.
But before he could stand firm, the Five Yin Black Fiend circled in mid-air and suddenly transformed into countless fine needle-like fiend light.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The dense fiend light rained down like raindrops, and Tanaka Hayato was instantly riddled with countless holes by the fiend light...
He lowered his head in disbelief. Sunlight shone through the countless holes in his body onto the highway behind him.
Tanaka Hayato desperately tried to plug the glowing holes on his body with his hands. He had a feeling that the undying body he relied on might be useless this time.
Bang! The next second, the Five Yin Black Fiend completely erupted inside his body, and the Black Ghost burst open like a soap bubble.
"Boss!"
As the Black Ghost dissipated, Kane put away the kukri in his hand and bowed slightly.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
All the armed squad members bowed. Tang Song walked down step by step from mid-air, his sleeves fluttering, like an immortal deity in the clouds.
Kane and Lane, who had just arrived, walked over and stood behind Tang Song.
"Mm!" Tang Song spread his sleeves, collecting the Five Yin Pouch back into his sleeve. He responded and scanned the scene.
"Clean up the scene, leave no trace!"
"Yes, Boss!" Kane waved his hand, and a dozen black-clad gunmen jumped down from the truck.
Hill lay under the SUV, watching the black-clad gunmen systematically clean up the scene through the recording equipment in his hand.
The crushed and flattened cars were towed away by trucks, and the corpses were directly thrown into the trucks.
They picked up the bullet casings dropped at the scene.
They used high-pressure water hoses with chemical solvents to wash the road surface.
It was orderly and efficient. In just over ten minutes, the scene returned to calm.
Their skilled methods sent a chill down one's spine.
By the time two police helicopters flew to the scene of the incident, New York Avenue had already returned to its state of constant traffic flow.
...
Three black Mercedes-Benz cars drove on New York Avenue. In the back seat of the middle extended Mercedes-Benz car, Skye curled up in Tang Song's arms like a startled kitten, secretly sniffing the scent of grass and wood on Tang Song's crane cloak.
"The Hand has arranged a cargo ship at New York Port for rendezvous. Kane, take your men there, leave no one alive.
Also, investigate which gangs in New York were involved in this matter. My underground chamber happens to be short on blood food!"
Tang Song stroked Skye's back with his left hand, while holding an amber crystal the size of a pigeon egg in his right hand.
Inside the amber crystal, the shadow of a middle-aged man who looked remarkably like Kizaru was sealed, constantly performing the kneeling and bowing for mercy action.
"Yes, Boss!" Kane's deep voice came from the front passenger seat.
...
That night, at a gang stronghold belonging to the Mexico Qatar Group.
The Mexican Mafia, seemingly aware that they would face retaliation, had arranged over thirty elite gunmen at the stronghold.
However, as several black ghosts streaked across the night sky, a dozen pumpkin-sized bombs fell from the sky. Amidst a series of violent explosion sounds, firelight soared into the sky.
Half of the bar was directly leveled to the ground.
...
New York Port Dock
"They're here!"
Kane raised the military binoculars in his hand.
Two cargo ships were vaguely visible approaching on the sea surface.
"All units, attention, be on alert!"
Kane issued the command via communicator.
Clatter, clatter, the entire beachfront immediately echoed with the sound of pulling gun bolts and disengaging safeties.
The two cargo ships slowly approached the vicinity of this beach, less than a kilometer away.
One after another, dinghies were lowered from the cargo ships, and black-clad ninjas leaped down from the cargo ships, landing in the dinghies.
...
Two small dinghies rowed towards the coast.
A ninja held military binoculars, looking at the beachfront.
A ninja next to him asked in a low voice, "Is there anything abnormal?"
"We haven't seen any enemies, but according to the original plan, the people responsible for the rendezvous haven't arrived yet!"
On the beachfront, the soldiers were ready. Heavy weapons such as sniper rifles and rocket launchers were also prepared.
At an altitude of one kilometer from the beach, twenty soldiers stood on Black Demon Gliders, overlooking the two cargo ships, ready to strike.
The leading ninja said in a low voice, "Send them the safety signal. We'll go to the beach and check again."
A ninja nodded and emitted several strange, sharp whistles, indicating the situation on the beach.
On the cargo ships, like dropping dumplings, dozens of black-clad ninjas jumped into dinghies and rowed towards the beach.
"Prepare!"
The two leading dinghies were approaching the landing beach!
Kane directly issued the command through the communicator.
"Fire!"
The beach, beachfront, rock piles, and high ground simultaneously erupted with dense gunfire.
Sniper rifles, rifles, and heavy machine guns immediately sealed off the entire beach. The seven or eight ninjas who had just stepped onto the beach were instantly mowed down into piles of mangled flesh without even a grunt.
The dinghies further away, upon hearing the gunfire, the ninjas on them desperately rowed back, trying to return to the cargo ships.
But the dense network of fire was like harvesting leeks. The sea surface was filled with broken dinghies, blood-stained sea, and floating corpses.
The funny thing was that these black-clad ninjas of The Hand, let alone heavy weapons, only had two or three handguns among them. They were completely unarmed, at most carrying a katana. They couldn't even fight back.
Firearms were naturally part of The Hand ninja's training curriculum, and their marksmanship was excellent.
However, guns are prohibited in Japan. The fingers of The Hand originally thought it would be less troublesome to equip themselves after arriving in the Federation than to painstakingly transport them from Japan.
As a result, before they even set foot on the land of the Federation, they were ambushed.
Bare-handed against those with guns, it was truly a case of others being the knife and chopping board, and I being the fish!
...
"Baka, it's an ambush, hurry and leave here!"
The faces of the few middle-aged ninjas on the cargo ship changed. The sound of heavy machine guns sweeping across the deck instantly panicked them.
As elite special ninjas of The Hand, they were seasoned veterans who had been through many battles. Naturally, they wouldn't put themselves in danger. They hadn't gotten off the cargo ship from the start.
Now that they encountered an ambush, their first reaction was to issue the order to withdraw.
The cargo ship turned around on the sea surface, trying to quickly leave this sea area.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. At this moment, dozens of small black dots appeared in the sky.
Soldiers stepping on Goblin Gliders, no, Black Demon Gliders, appeared above the cargo ships.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Pumpkin bombs rained down like raindrops onto the cargo ships.
...
"The Goblin Glider developed by Osborn is really easy to use!"
Five kilometers away from this unnamed beachfront, Tang Song stood on a high point of a hillside, leaning on his cane. Even from five kilometers away, he could clearly see the two cargo ships sinking into the sea.
On the dirt road below the hillside, four black Mercedes-Benz cars were parked, with two elite bodyguards in black suits standing beside each car! "Go urge Oscorp later, tell them to buy a few more production lines and complete the orders I placed as soon as possible!"
Tang Song extended his hand, and Lane, who was behind him, stepped forward and handed him a trimmed cigar.
"Boss, during the days you were in seclusion, some people were privately lobbying other directors, trying to squeeze you out of the Board of Directors and take over the Longevity Agent Project!
The production of the Goblin Glider suits has also been stalled!"
"Do we need to teach them a little lesson?"
Tang Song turned his head and gave Lane a look. Lane nodded, indicating that he understood.
...
Joyce Toynbee, a Jewish man from the Federation, a famous banker in New York, and also a well-known angel investor.
His most brilliant investment was investing in Oscorp twenty years ago, which also made him one of the directors of this giant group.
Joyce Toynbee, like many Jewish people, was shrewd and keen on calculating. At the same time, he was also a notorious racial discriminator in the investment circle.
Early in the morning, Joyce Toynbee finished his breakfast in a hurry and left home half an hour earlier than usual.
He was going to Oscorp to persuade Norman Osborn to stand on his side and expel that Asian from Oscorp.
How could an Asian become a shareholder of the Federation's number one biotech company?
Joyce Toynbee sat in the back of the car. Getting up too early made him unable to resist dozing off in the car.
The driver slowed down the car, trying to make the ride as smooth as possible.
Boom! Immediately after, there was a violent collision sound. The driver made an emergency stop, and Joyce in the back was thrown forward, hitting the front seat hard. Blood instantly flowed from his forehead.
He struggled to get up, looking out through the front windshield. The car had rear-ended a Buick car.
The front car's front was significantly dented, and the driver was wrapped in the deployed airbag, his life unknown.
Joyce Toynbee struggled to open the car door. At this moment, a piercing car horn sounded.
Joyce Toynbee turned his head and looked through the car window, only to see a medium-sized truck rushing out from the side road, honking its horn and directly crushing towards him.
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"Tang Song, who is he?"
On a fighter jet from Afghanistan to New York, Phil Coulson, who was slightly balding, clicked on the tablet in his hand, compiling intelligence information.
Tony Stark suddenly leaned over and saw the data information in Coulson's hand.
"He looks pretty good, very suitable to be a model or actor! Is he a new star, Agent!"
Tony Stark tilted his head and said confidently,
"He's only slightly worse than me!"
Aesthetics do not distinguish between nationality or skin color. Don't think that because a certain art academy caters to the Federation with squinting eyes, the Federation's aesthetics are bizarre.
Haven't you seen, a few years ago, among the so-called most beautiful Asian faces and the most beautiful stars globally promoted by the Federation, which Asian face had squinting eyes?
To put it bluntly, this is nothing more than malicious discrimination.
Phil Coulson smiled at Tony Stark, who hadn't washed his face in several weeks and looked rough, and offered a polite smile.
"A newly minted billionaire, one of the Board of Directors members of Oscorp, and also a notorious gang boss in New York."
"Okay, Oscorp!" Tony Stark shrugged. "It seems not just my company, but Oscorp is also within your surveillance range? Is it just the two of us, or are all companies in the Federation like this?!"
"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Stark," Coulson looked at Tony Stark, thought for a moment, and opened a hidden folder on the tablet interface.
"I think you need to see this!"
The folder contained a short video less than five minutes long. The main characters in the video were Tang Song and someone Tony Stark was very familiar with.
One of the people he trusted most, his Godfather, the Vice President of Stark Industries—Obadiah Stane.
"What is this?" Tony Stark had a bad guess in his heart. He stared angrily at Phil Coulson, waiting for his explanation.
Coulson closed the video and opened another folder on the tablet interface.
"This is data that Ms. Pepper Potts and I retrieved through J.A.R.V.I.S.. Before your disappearance, three funds massively short sold Stark Industries' stock price, profiting over five billion. We tracked the account information of these three funds, and these three overseas accounts point to these two people!"
"We asked Tang Song, and he made his business judgment based on Mr. Stane's financial activity. As for Obadiah, your Vice President, he plotted to short sell Stark Industries a week before your incident."
Coulson didn't say the rest. Tony Stark felt as if he had been drained, slumping back into the aircraft seat.
"What was it for? With his net worth, he doesn't lack money, nor fame or fortune!?"
Tony Stark muttered to himself, remembering the weapons with the Stark Industries logo he saw at the Ten Rings base. Tony Stark felt a mix of emotions.
Coulson silently brought over a glass of whiskey with ice.
...
Tony Stark's safe return to New York immediately ignited the Federation's news hot topics.
As a famous billionaire and a well-known playboy in the circle, Tony Stark's gossip could be said to have supported countless news media, magazines, and tabloids.
His movements had always been closely watched by the media. When a tabloid reporter captured the scene of Tony Stark returning to Stark Mansion through a telephoto lens.
Stark Tower and the entrance of Stark Mansion were immediately surrounded by countless reporters.
Stark Industries' stock price even soared to the limit.
(end of chapter)
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Only one chapter today. My partner got sick and was sent to my mom's place. Now it's just me and the baby at home who aren't sick.
I'm taking care of the baby at home by myself. He keeps crying and won't sleep even after feeding. Before, he would only sleep with a pacifier, but now I have to hold the pacifier for him. I feel like I'm going crazy.
This chapter was hard-coded out. I'm not satisfied at all. Strictly speaking, it could have been written into four chapters, interspersed with some plot. When the child cries, my head gets big.
Let me think, I'll try to round back this chapter's plot as soon as possible. I feel like I wrote a complete mess.