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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0025_part_02
Chapter 28
chapter 0025 part 2
The manufacturing technology for this alloy was considered top secret even in the frequently active intelligence trading of the Underworld. One could only see requests for this intelligence, but never anyone selling information about it.
The boss of a Small Gang in New York actually had a set of armor made of Adamantium.
Tang Song walked up to where the samurai armor was placed, formed his right hand into a Sword Finger, and a three-foot-long sword-shaped phantasmal image appeared at his fingertip.
Within the phantasmal image, dots of white radiance flickered, like scattered stars in the night sky.
*Chi! Chi!*...
Tang Song waved his joined fingers, and an ear-piercing metal scraping sound accompanied by sparks flying erupted.
Frank watched from the side, dumbfounded. The silver armor that even rifle bullets couldn't penetrate was actually carved with a long scratch under the Boss's finger.
He stared intently at the sword image in front of Tang Song's fingertip as if seeing an alien.
Licking his lips, he quickly grabbed the large-caliber revolver that Kane had placed on the table and smashed it towards the sword image.
The gun passed through and then broke into two pieces, with smooth breaks, not even a single burr.
Kane was a bit angry, slapping Frank hard on the shoulder and saying in a deep voice, "This is the oldest first-generation German military high-power revolver... Frank, you wait for me."
Frank didn't pay attention to Kane. He knew that as long as Tang Song was here, the two of them wouldn't fight.
"Boss, what kind of magic are you cultivating? I remember when I first met you, although your skills were very formidable, it wasn't like this now. And those magical skeletons, it's simply like demigod heroes in myths,"
Frank licked his lips. "Boss, can you teach us this kind of Kung Fu!"
"Teach you!" Tang Song pondered for a moment, feeling a bit of a headache. It wasn't that he was being secretive.
"Your strength really should be properly improved, but what I know is very difficult for you to understand. It's like a small insect that only lives in the summer, can you clearly explain to it what ice is?"
Frank shook his head.
"Wait for me to organize it and find a method suitable for you!"
Tang Song's fingertip traced over the silver armor. The hardness of this set of armor was indeed astonishing.
Moreover, the proportion of Adamantium inside seemed not much.
"Lane, later, look for it in the Underworld. I want a batch of Adamantium."
...
After a simple wash and changing clothes, Tang Song came to the bar's Rooftop. At this time, the several Focusing Mirrors on the Rooftop were already hidden from sight. On the Helipad, a silver private helicopter was parked.
Lane was already sitting in the driver's seat. As a former Flight Instructor of the German Black Devil Special Forces, his driving skills were naturally beyond doubt.
Tang Song got on the helicopter. The light helicopter, capable of holding four to five people, was arranged extremely commercially, with sofas, small air conditioners, and everything available.
After Tang Song was seated steadily, the helicopter's propeller began to rotate, slowly taking off and flying away from the Rooftop.
In the helicopter cabin, Tang Song picked up the Gift Box on the seat next to him and casually opened it.
Inside was an ancient-looking Octagonal Medal. The material was gold-plated, with four sides and eight corners, and a painted portrait in the center.
The Order of Saint Januarius was a knightly medal awarded by the House of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, the Ruling Family of the former Kingdom of Italy, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies. It was also the highest-level medal of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, first established by King of Spain Charles III, who ruled Naples.
This was a gift Lane had specially chosen for the Future Governor.
This Important Figure of the Republican Party, his father was the former Governor of New York State, and he currently had the highest popularity in the gubernatorial election in New York State.
This Italian-American Politician would likely like this gift.
...
Long Island, Dunes Golf Club.
At this time, seven or eight private helicopters were already parked on the Helipad of the Dunes Club.
And in the Outdoor Parking Lot not far away, there was no lack of luxury cars like Rolls-Royce, Bentley, and Bugatti Veyron.
As Tang Song just got off the plane, he saw Father Declerck from afar.
Both domestically and internationally, many rich people seemed to have the habit of playing golf.
This seemed to be a sport for the rich to distinguish themselves from ordinary people.
After all, the cost of playing golf was a threshold for ordinary people.
Just like the Dunes Golf Club, it was a membership system, and besides the membership fee, there was also a condition review for Club Members.
Tang Song changed into a set of golf attire in the Locker Room. Under the introduction of Father Declerck, he simply played a round of golf with the Mister Governor.
As expected, Tang Song's gift made this Italian-American Politician very satisfied, and the two talked happily.
During this time, the two did not discuss any topic of benefit exchange, just simply played a game.
Then, this key figure of the Republican Party, the Future Governor of New York State, was called away.
After all, Tang Song was not the only one who wanted to play golf with him.
This was a gathering held in the name of playing golf.
The people who came here were either rich or noble, and the center of this gathering was the Mister Governor.
Tang Song took a drink from a Caddy, drank a sip, and casually handed her the golf club. Tang Song's gaze swept over this Caddy.
One must say, as a membership system golf club, they were well-versed in the art of service.
Male Members were basically accompanied by Female Caddies. Their looks, while not absolutely stunning, could be considered beauties anywhere.
Just the Caddy next to him, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a short skirt that reached her knees and a short shirt under which something trembled, about to spill out. With a cap on, she looked both alluring and somewhat capable.
After Tang Song finished drinking, he looked at the people playing nearby, his gaze sweeping across them, and he saw a familiar figure.
(end of chapter)
The manufacturing technology for this alloy was considered top secret even in the frequently active intelligence trading of the Underworld. One could only see requests for this intelligence, but never anyone selling information about it.
The boss of a Small Gang in New York actually had a set of armor made of Adamantium.
Tang Song walked up to where the samurai armor was placed, formed his right hand into a Sword Finger, and a three-foot-long sword-shaped phantasmal image appeared at his fingertip.
Within the phantasmal image, dots of white radiance flickered, like scattered stars in the night sky.
*Chi! Chi!*...
Tang Song waved his joined fingers, and an ear-piercing metal scraping sound accompanied by sparks flying erupted.
Frank watched from the side, dumbfounded. The silver armor that even rifle bullets couldn't penetrate was actually carved with a long scratch under the Boss's finger.
He stared intently at the sword image in front of Tang Song's fingertip as if seeing an alien.
Licking his lips, he quickly grabbed the large-caliber revolver that Kane had placed on the table and smashed it towards the sword image.
The gun passed through and then broke into two pieces, with smooth breaks, not even a single burr.
Kane was a bit angry, slapping Frank hard on the shoulder and saying in a deep voice, "This is the oldest first-generation German military high-power revolver... Frank, you wait for me."
Frank didn't pay attention to Kane. He knew that as long as Tang Song was here, the two of them wouldn't fight.
"Boss, what kind of magic are you cultivating? I remember when I first met you, although your skills were very formidable, it wasn't like this now. And those magical skeletons, it's simply like demigod heroes in myths,"
Frank licked his lips. "Boss, can you teach us this kind of Kung Fu!"
"Teach you!" Tang Song pondered for a moment, feeling a bit of a headache. It wasn't that he was being secretive.
"Your strength really should be properly improved, but what I know is very difficult for you to understand. It's like a small insect that only lives in the summer, can you clearly explain to it what ice is?"
Frank shook his head.
"Wait for me to organize it and find a method suitable for you!"
Tang Song's fingertip traced over the silver armor. The hardness of this set of armor was indeed astonishing.
Moreover, the proportion of Adamantium inside seemed not much.
"Lane, later, look for it in the Underworld. I want a batch of Adamantium."
...
After a simple wash and changing clothes, Tang Song came to the bar's Rooftop. At this time, the several Focusing Mirrors on the Rooftop were already hidden from sight. On the Helipad, a silver private helicopter was parked.
Lane was already sitting in the driver's seat. As a former Flight Instructor of the German Black Devil Special Forces, his driving skills were naturally beyond doubt.
Tang Song got on the helicopter. The light helicopter, capable of holding four to five people, was arranged extremely commercially, with sofas, small air conditioners, and everything available.
After Tang Song was seated steadily, the helicopter's propeller began to rotate, slowly taking off and flying away from the Rooftop.
In the helicopter cabin, Tang Song picked up the Gift Box on the seat next to him and casually opened it.
Inside was an ancient-looking Octagonal Medal. The material was gold-plated, with four sides and eight corners, and a painted portrait in the center.
The Order of Saint Januarius was a knightly medal awarded by the House of Bourbon-Two Sicilies, the Ruling Family of the former Kingdom of Italy, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies. It was also the highest-level medal of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, first established by King of Spain Charles III, who ruled Naples.
This was a gift Lane had specially chosen for the Future Governor.
This Important Figure of the Republican Party, his father was the former Governor of New York State, and he currently had the highest popularity in the gubernatorial election in New York State.
This Italian-American Politician would likely like this gift.
...
Long Island, Dunes Golf Club.
At this time, seven or eight private helicopters were already parked on the Helipad of the Dunes Club.
And in the Outdoor Parking Lot not far away, there was no lack of luxury cars like Rolls-Royce, Bentley, and Bugatti Veyron.
As Tang Song just got off the plane, he saw Father Declerck from afar.
Both domestically and internationally, many rich people seemed to have the habit of playing golf.
This seemed to be a sport for the rich to distinguish themselves from ordinary people.
After all, the cost of playing golf was a threshold for ordinary people.
Just like the Dunes Golf Club, it was a membership system, and besides the membership fee, there was also a condition review for Club Members.
Tang Song changed into a set of golf attire in the Locker Room. Under the introduction of Father Declerck, he simply played a round of golf with the Mister Governor.
As expected, Tang Song's gift made this Italian-American Politician very satisfied, and the two talked happily.
During this time, the two did not discuss any topic of benefit exchange, just simply played a game.
Then, this key figure of the Republican Party, the Future Governor of New York State, was called away.
After all, Tang Song was not the only one who wanted to play golf with him.
This was a gathering held in the name of playing golf.
The people who came here were either rich or noble, and the center of this gathering was the Mister Governor.
Tang Song took a drink from a Caddy, drank a sip, and casually handed her the golf club. Tang Song's gaze swept over this Caddy.
One must say, as a membership system golf club, they were well-versed in the art of service.
Male Members were basically accompanied by Female Caddies. Their looks, while not absolutely stunning, could be considered beauties anywhere.
Just the Caddy next to him, with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a short skirt that reached her knees and a short shirt under which something trembled, about to spill out. With a cap on, she looked both alluring and somewhat capable.
After Tang Song finished drinking, he looked at the people playing nearby, his gaze sweeping across them, and he saw a familiar figure.
(end of chapter)
