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Chapter 89
chapter 0068 part 1
Chapter 68: Five Yin Pouch, Obadiah's Reaction
Catania Harbour, Italy
A ship's whistle sounded as an ocean-going Passenger Ship slowly docked.
On the Dock, a line of black Mercedes cars was neatly parked at the Harbour.
In front of the eight Mercedes cars stood a large White Man each, wearing a Black Suit, White Gloves, and with a bulge at their waist.
As the Passenger Ship docked, many Passenger saw this display and stopped in their tracks to watch.
Walking down the disembarking ramp Passage, Tang Song, dressed in a White Suit, walked side-by-side with Magneto. Skye held Fox's hand and followed behind Tang Song. Fox stared at Tang Song's back with a look of grievance, resentment, and even more fear in her eyes.
Last night, she had merely wanted to put on that Invisibility shoulder armor to scare Tang Song.
She hadn't expected to be almost killed by Tang Song. This Asian was completely unlike the refined and gentle person he usually appeared to be.
At this moment, Fox felt her legs turning soft as she walked.
Further behind, four Bodyguard silently followed, carrying several Suitcases.
One of the Suitcases was bulging, excessively large.
"Boss!"
Lane, dressed in a Black Suit and wearing White Gloves, stood at the disembarking point with two German Men.
Seeing Tang Song, he quickly came forward to greet him.
Tang Song nodded at Lane and politely said to Magneto,
"Mr. Erik, my people are here. Would you like a ride?"
"No need to trouble yourself, someone is coming to pick me up!"
Magneto pointed towards the Harbour. Tang Song followed the direction of his finger and saw an extended Lincoln sedan driving towards them.
"Then, Mr. Erik, please be sure to contact me after you arrive in New York. Let me extend my host's hospitality!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Magneto, Tang Song took the lead and walked towards the motorcade with his people.
Beside an extended Mercedes car in the middle of the motorcade, a Bodyguard had already bent down and opened the Car Door.
Tang Song put his arm around Skye and sat in the back seat. Lane took the driver's position.
Fox watched the Car Door close, then walked resentfully to the car behind and got in.
The motorcade slowly drove away from the Harbour...
At this moment, the extended Lincoln car stopped. A large White Man weighing over three hundred pounds got out of the car and walked directly towards Magneto, or rather, the beautiful young woman behind him.
Tang Song saw this scene clearly through the car window, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Lane, buy a gold shop in New York later!"
"Yes, Boss! Are you planning to enter the jewelry industry?"
Lane drove, looking at Tang Song through the rearview mirror.
Tang Song leaned back on the leather seat of the Mercedes, his hand resting on Skye's thigh, and said while stroking it, "I found a gold Supplier. In the future, we'll have a large amount of gold to process. Forget it, buy a few more shops. It'll be perfect for washing the Cash in the Warehouse too!"
"Yes, Boss!"
The Mercedes motorcade drove along the main road in Catania. Tang Song could see the various architectural styles on the streets through the car window.
Looking around, Tang Song noticed that the roofs of the buildings here had quite unique dome shapes.
The tall and large domes often became the compositional center of the entire building, and the colors of the exterior facades appeared bright and dazzling, very beautiful.
"Boss, the arms bidding list has been finalized!" Lane reported to Tang Song about his situation in Italy in the past few days.
After confirming the date of the arms bidding conference, Lane had flown to Rome ahead of time to handle some preliminary matters for Tang Song.
"Has something changed?"
Tang Song saw Lane's hesitant expression through the rearview mirror and asked calmly.
"Boss, the two companies that were originally supposed to be dummy bidders have been disqualified. Now there are three Arms Companies at the bidding conference. Besides us, one has been replaced by Stark Industries, and the other is a local Italian Arms Company, said to have Mafia background! Both of them are lobbying everywhere now! It looks like they want to compete with us!"
Lane drove, reporting the information he had gathered in the past few days to Tang Song.
Tang Song straightened up slightly, clasped his hands together, and wore a playful expression.
"Stark Industries, Mafia Family/Clan. What do our allies say?"
"Boss, I visited General Andrew of Logistics. His attitude was somewhat ambiguous. I received news that Obadiah, the Vice President of Stark Industries, visited him some time ago!"
"Boss, should we contact Mr. West!?"
Obadiah? Oh, Iron Monger!
Tang Song frowned, pressing his two thumbs together. Thinking of Obadiah's background, he quickly came up with a solution.
"Honey, post a message on the dark web: 'Stark Industries Vice President secretly selling Smuggling Firearms to Ten Rings terrorists in the Middle East!' Transfer five million from the Account and spread the news!"
Tang Song pulled Skye closer and whispered in her ear.
Skye nodded obediently, took out her Computer from the computer bag beside her, booted it up in front of Tang Song, and logged into a webpage.
Skye entered the URL, used several zombie computers as jump points, and quickly logged into an Underworld Intelligence Trading interface.
Generally speaking, Intelligence Trading is divided into buying and selling, but there are exceptions, which is to deliberately create public opinion and intentionally spread this Intelligence.
The Intelligence Trading network calls this a 'ripple'. To create a splash, Money is naturally indispensable.
The intelligence dealers worked for Money. As Skye pressed Enter, over a dozen transfers were successful, flowing into some anonymous Account.
"Boss, it's done. By tonight at the latest, the news about Obadiah will spread throughout the Underworld intelligence network!"
Skye closed the Computer, hugged Tang Song, and cuddled for a while. Tang Song rewarded her with a kiss on her Forehead.
Obadiah, a cold smile flashed in Tang Song's eyes. With the news released, he wanted to see if that old fellow still had the energy to compete with him for Order.
As for the Mafia Family/Clan, Tang Song twirled the Bone Bead on his wrist. The Skull carvings on the Bone Bead, their teeth clashing together, emitted a crisp Sound like Jade Stone.
The motorcade drove on and soon arrived at the Bulgari Hotel.
As the motorcade reached the hotel entrance, the hotel manager, along with Room service staff, was already waiting at the door.
As soon as the cars stopped, the Bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the Car Door for Tang Song.
The Bulgari Hotel manager was an Italian man in his forties. Seeing Tang Song get out of the car, he quickly came forward with a smiling face.
Two German Bodyguard appropriately extended their arms to block him.
Tang Song waved his hand, and only then did the manager approach.
"Welcome, Mr. Tang, to the Bulgari Hotel! It is our honour!"
The Bulgari Hotel was very enthusiastic about Tang Song and his group's stay.
The manager, along with several Room service staff, bustled about. A red carpet was laid directly from the hotel entrance to the private elevator entrance.
It was no wonder the hotel manager was enthusiastic. After all, although Tang Song and his group were only staying for two days, they had booked two floors of Room in advance, including the presidential suite.
The manager always believed in the principle that the customer is God, even if the Vatican was next door.
"Lane, have someone take the two Suitcases from the back into the Room! As for that large Suitcase, you handle it. Have someone take the contents inside to Kane!"
Chapter 68: Five Yin Pouch, Obadiah's Reaction
Catania Harbour, Italy
A ship's whistle sounded as an ocean-going Passenger Ship slowly docked.
On the Dock, a line of black Mercedes cars was neatly parked at the Harbour.
In front of the eight Mercedes cars stood a large White Man each, wearing a Black Suit, White Gloves, and with a bulge at their waist.
As the Passenger Ship docked, many Passenger saw this display and stopped in their tracks to watch.
Walking down the disembarking ramp Passage, Tang Song, dressed in a White Suit, walked side-by-side with Magneto. Skye held Fox's hand and followed behind Tang Song. Fox stared at Tang Song's back with a look of grievance, resentment, and even more fear in her eyes.
Last night, she had merely wanted to put on that Invisibility shoulder armor to scare Tang Song.
She hadn't expected to be almost killed by Tang Song. This Asian was completely unlike the refined and gentle person he usually appeared to be.
At this moment, Fox felt her legs turning soft as she walked.
Further behind, four Bodyguard silently followed, carrying several Suitcases.
One of the Suitcases was bulging, excessively large.
"Boss!"
Lane, dressed in a Black Suit and wearing White Gloves, stood at the disembarking point with two German Men.
Seeing Tang Song, he quickly came forward to greet him.
Tang Song nodded at Lane and politely said to Magneto,
"Mr. Erik, my people are here. Would you like a ride?"
"No need to trouble yourself, someone is coming to pick me up!"
Magneto pointed towards the Harbour. Tang Song followed the direction of his finger and saw an extended Lincoln sedan driving towards them.
"Then, Mr. Erik, please be sure to contact me after you arrive in New York. Let me extend my host's hospitality!"
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Magneto, Tang Song took the lead and walked towards the motorcade with his people.
Beside an extended Mercedes car in the middle of the motorcade, a Bodyguard had already bent down and opened the Car Door.
Tang Song put his arm around Skye and sat in the back seat. Lane took the driver's position.
Fox watched the Car Door close, then walked resentfully to the car behind and got in.
The motorcade slowly drove away from the Harbour...
At this moment, the extended Lincoln car stopped. A large White Man weighing over three hundred pounds got out of the car and walked directly towards Magneto, or rather, the beautiful young woman behind him.
Tang Song saw this scene clearly through the car window, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Lane, buy a gold shop in New York later!"
"Yes, Boss! Are you planning to enter the jewelry industry?"
Lane drove, looking at Tang Song through the rearview mirror.
Tang Song leaned back on the leather seat of the Mercedes, his hand resting on Skye's thigh, and said while stroking it, "I found a gold Supplier. In the future, we'll have a large amount of gold to process. Forget it, buy a few more shops. It'll be perfect for washing the Cash in the Warehouse too!"
"Yes, Boss!"
The Mercedes motorcade drove along the main road in Catania. Tang Song could see the various architectural styles on the streets through the car window.
Looking around, Tang Song noticed that the roofs of the buildings here had quite unique dome shapes.
The tall and large domes often became the compositional center of the entire building, and the colors of the exterior facades appeared bright and dazzling, very beautiful.
"Boss, the arms bidding list has been finalized!" Lane reported to Tang Song about his situation in Italy in the past few days.
After confirming the date of the arms bidding conference, Lane had flown to Rome ahead of time to handle some preliminary matters for Tang Song.
"Has something changed?"
Tang Song saw Lane's hesitant expression through the rearview mirror and asked calmly.
"Boss, the two companies that were originally supposed to be dummy bidders have been disqualified. Now there are three Arms Companies at the bidding conference. Besides us, one has been replaced by Stark Industries, and the other is a local Italian Arms Company, said to have Mafia background! Both of them are lobbying everywhere now! It looks like they want to compete with us!"
Lane drove, reporting the information he had gathered in the past few days to Tang Song.
Tang Song straightened up slightly, clasped his hands together, and wore a playful expression.
"Stark Industries, Mafia Family/Clan. What do our allies say?"
"Boss, I visited General Andrew of Logistics. His attitude was somewhat ambiguous. I received news that Obadiah, the Vice President of Stark Industries, visited him some time ago!"
"Boss, should we contact Mr. West!?"
Obadiah? Oh, Iron Monger!
Tang Song frowned, pressing his two thumbs together. Thinking of Obadiah's background, he quickly came up with a solution.
"Honey, post a message on the dark web: 'Stark Industries Vice President secretly selling Smuggling Firearms to Ten Rings terrorists in the Middle East!' Transfer five million from the Account and spread the news!"
Tang Song pulled Skye closer and whispered in her ear.
Skye nodded obediently, took out her Computer from the computer bag beside her, booted it up in front of Tang Song, and logged into a webpage.
Skye entered the URL, used several zombie computers as jump points, and quickly logged into an Underworld Intelligence Trading interface.
Generally speaking, Intelligence Trading is divided into buying and selling, but there are exceptions, which is to deliberately create public opinion and intentionally spread this Intelligence.
The Intelligence Trading network calls this a 'ripple'. To create a splash, Money is naturally indispensable.
The intelligence dealers worked for Money. As Skye pressed Enter, over a dozen transfers were successful, flowing into some anonymous Account.
"Boss, it's done. By tonight at the latest, the news about Obadiah will spread throughout the Underworld intelligence network!"
Skye closed the Computer, hugged Tang Song, and cuddled for a while. Tang Song rewarded her with a kiss on her Forehead.
Obadiah, a cold smile flashed in Tang Song's eyes. With the news released, he wanted to see if that old fellow still had the energy to compete with him for Order.
As for the Mafia Family/Clan, Tang Song twirled the Bone Bead on his wrist. The Skull carvings on the Bone Bead, their teeth clashing together, emitted a crisp Sound like Jade Stone.
The motorcade drove on and soon arrived at the Bulgari Hotel.
As the motorcade reached the hotel entrance, the hotel manager, along with Room service staff, was already waiting at the door.
As soon as the cars stopped, the Bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the Car Door for Tang Song.
The Bulgari Hotel manager was an Italian man in his forties. Seeing Tang Song get out of the car, he quickly came forward with a smiling face.
Two German Bodyguard appropriately extended their arms to block him.
Tang Song waved his hand, and only then did the manager approach.
"Welcome, Mr. Tang, to the Bulgari Hotel! It is our honour!"
The Bulgari Hotel was very enthusiastic about Tang Song and his group's stay.
The manager, along with several Room service staff, bustled about. A red carpet was laid directly from the hotel entrance to the private elevator entrance.
It was no wonder the hotel manager was enthusiastic. After all, although Tang Song and his group were only staying for two days, they had booked two floors of Room in advance, including the presidential suite.
The manager always believed in the principle that the customer is God, even if the Vatican was next door.
"Lane, have someone take the two Suitcases from the back into the Room! As for that large Suitcase, you handle it. Have someone take the contents inside to Kane!"
