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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0070_part_03
Chapter 96
chapter 0070 part 3
She hung up the phone and turned around to find Fox in a red dress, playing with two black extended handguns in her hands.
"Fox?" Skye looked at Fox with some confusion.
Fox made a shushing gesture towards her, pointing the two guns at the room door.
Seeing Fox's stance, Skye subconsciously touched a string of beads on her wrist.
Between the azure white jade beads were several white bone beads.
...
Ding! The elevator door slowly opened. Several beautifully dressed saleswomen, with smiles on their faces, were about to step out of the elevator in high heels.
Two dark gun barrels appeared before their eyes at this moment.
The smiles on these women's faces froze. Their hands instinctively reached quickly into the clothes bags they were carrying.
Before they could pull out the handguns hidden in the luxury goods bags.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff...
The silenced pistol fired rapidly, emptying half a magazine. Soon, this group of "saleswomen" fell in a pool of blood.
Two German men walked into the elevator and dragged the women's corpses out of the elevator as if dragging dead dogs.
Carrying the last woman's corpse, the bodyguard glanced at the elevator's camera and fired two shots casually, destroying the camera in the elevator.
In the surveillance room of the Bulgari Hotel, a security watched the scene in the elevator through the surveillance and felt his legs tremble. He swallowed hard, his hand shaking as he reached for his mobile phone.
Before his hand could touch the mobile phone, a large hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind, and then a sharp dagger slit his throat.
The security's blood instantly sprayed everywhere, staining the keyboard and surveillance screen in front of him red.
A man in a trench coat dragged the security into the corner, sat down in front of the surveillance, and pulled up the footage from the elevator a few minutes ago.
"Vincent, things are troublesome. The target was prepared!"
The man in the trench coat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, contacted his companion: "Those Poison Spiders have failed! How is it, can you find a suitable sniper position!"
On the skyscraper opposite the Bulgari, a thin man was lying on the rooftop adjusting the sniper rifle in his hand.
"The curtains are all drawn, and the hotel windows are set to privacy mode. I can't find an opportunity for now!"
The man observed the situation of the hotel opposite through the sniper scope. He tilted his head, talking to the man in the trench coat who had infiltrated the hotel via the communicator on his collar.
He was completely unaware that on the rooftop under the night sky, the air seemed to be refracted by high temperature, causing imperceptible wrinkles.
A large hand seemed to appear out of thin air, covering the sniper's mouth. With the same method of death as the security, a sharp dagger slit his throat.
Listening to the sound coming from the communicator, which sounded like rushing water, the man in the trench coat's complexion changed. He couldn't help but touch his neck! He was too familiar with this sound; it was the sound of blood rapidly spraying out after a throat was cut, like the sound of wind.
The man in the trench coat looked at the surveillance screen in front of him, listening to the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged from the communicator. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and left the surveillance room.
Rooftop!
After dragging the sniper aside and concealing him, one of Tang Song's bodyguards adjusted his shoulder armor, picked up the assassin's sniper rifle, and with a ripple in the air, his figure quickly disappeared on the night rooftop.
...
Gambino family Estate. Tang Song stood in the crown of a tall ash tree, overlooking the scene within the Manor.
At this time, most of the room lights in the Manor were extinguished.
Only the small streetlights reserved within the Manor were still flickering, and patrolling bodyguards occasionally walked by under the streetlights, leading two large hunting dogs.
The security patrols within the Manor were very dense. What Tang Song didn't know was that this was because Old Gambino had temporarily doubled the patrol posts due to his nightmare.
But even if Tang Song knew, it wouldn't matter. If a group of security could stop him, Tang Song wouldn't be cultivating immortality anymore.
Tang Song's figure moved, lightly landing in the Manor's flowerbed.
Walking within the Manor, bodyguards leading hunting dogs walked past Tang Song. Neither the bodyguards nor the keen-scented hunting dogs treated Tang Song as if he were air.
In a master bedroom of the Manor, Tang Song directly pushed the door open. The lock inside the master bedroom door was easily vibrated into dust by his True Essence.
On the large bed in the bedroom, a completely naked young man was sleeping soundly, embracing a large-breasted blonde woman.
The quilt had been kicked aside by the two. Tang Song's eyes, which could see in the dark, immediately saw two breasts as large as footballs, fair and...
Tang Song played with a snakeskin wallet in his hand, circulating True Essence. The wallet floated in Tang Song's palm.
Tap! The opening of the Five Yin Pouch wallet opened. From the dark pocket, a chain of black mist extended out.
The black mist formed by the Five Yin Black Fiend Lock wrapped around the sleeping young man like a python, dragging him directly into the pouch.
The young man, who had fallen into the Five Yin Pouch, was instantly turned into a pool of blood before he could even react to what was happening. The restriction seal inside the pouch activated, and as the Five Yin Black Fiend twisted, he was instantly liquefied.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle, the Five Yin Pouch made a sound like an infant sucking on a nipple. This pool of blood was instantly swallowed clean.
Tang Song, who had been observing the changes in the Five Yin Pouch with his Divine Sense, keenly noticed that after swallowing this pool of blood, the space within the Five Yin Pouch had expanded slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Truly an evil artifact, Tang Song put away the wallet, marveling at the cleverness of the Heshan Dao Patriarch.
Magic Arts recorded in the Heshan Scripture could all be called unorthodox, with limited potential, not worthy of attention from some renowned sects.
However, these magic arts were truly fast-track magic arts. Take the Five Yin Pouch, for example.
Ordinary Daoist or Buddhist cultivators would need to reach the Core Formation stage at least to refine a high-grade storage bag.
But to refine a Five Yin Pouch, one only needed to cultivate True Qi and have enough materials and blood and gore of living beings to possess a growth-type storage magic tool.
Of course, the Five Yin Pouch was not just a storage magic tool. The Five Yin Black Fiend nurtured within the pouch was extremely yin and evil, specifically polluting flying swords and magic treasures, a hundred or a thousand times more potent than menstrual blood.
However, refining such a magic tool was too easy to become addicted to.
As long as it was refined and fed with blood and gore of living beings, the space within the Five Yin Pouch would become larger, and the power of that Five Yin Black Fiend would become stronger.
Ordinary cultivators simply couldn't resist this temptation. They would often massacre living people to refine the magic tool, and one day they would be cut down by a passing Sword Immortal or Sword Hero.
This was also called Human Tribulation in the Jambudvīpa World!
Of course, Tang Song had no such concerns in the Marvel World. He seemed to transform into a ghost, moving through the various rooms in the Manor, turning each Gambino family member into foul blood.
Creak!
Tang Song pushed open a master bedroom door and walked in, meeting a pair of hawk-like eyes.
"Cough cough!"
Old Gambino coughed, seeing Tang Song's appearance through the moonlight. He coughed repeatedly, concealing his inner panic.
"Mr. Tang, our Gambino family has no intention of opposing you.
I can decide to give you the military procurement for this Arms Bidding Conference.
I heard you have a grudge with Kingpin. Our Gambino family has always wanted to return to New York. We can join forces..."
While speaking, Old Gambino tried to appease Tang Song. His hand hidden under the quilt quietly reached for the alarm bell by the bed.
She hung up the phone and turned around to find Fox in a red dress, playing with two black extended handguns in her hands.
"Fox?" Skye looked at Fox with some confusion.
Fox made a shushing gesture towards her, pointing the two guns at the room door.
Seeing Fox's stance, Skye subconsciously touched a string of beads on her wrist.
Between the azure white jade beads were several white bone beads.
...
Ding! The elevator door slowly opened. Several beautifully dressed saleswomen, with smiles on their faces, were about to step out of the elevator in high heels.
Two dark gun barrels appeared before their eyes at this moment.
The smiles on these women's faces froze. Their hands instinctively reached quickly into the clothes bags they were carrying.
Before they could pull out the handguns hidden in the luxury goods bags.
Puff puff puff puff puff puff...
The silenced pistol fired rapidly, emptying half a magazine. Soon, this group of "saleswomen" fell in a pool of blood.
Two German men walked into the elevator and dragged the women's corpses out of the elevator as if dragging dead dogs.
Carrying the last woman's corpse, the bodyguard glanced at the elevator's camera and fired two shots casually, destroying the camera in the elevator.
In the surveillance room of the Bulgari Hotel, a security watched the scene in the elevator through the surveillance and felt his legs tremble. He swallowed hard, his hand shaking as he reached for his mobile phone.
Before his hand could touch the mobile phone, a large hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind, and then a sharp dagger slit his throat.
The security's blood instantly sprayed everywhere, staining the keyboard and surveillance screen in front of him red.
A man in a trench coat dragged the security into the corner, sat down in front of the surveillance, and pulled up the footage from the elevator a few minutes ago.
"Vincent, things are troublesome. The target was prepared!"
The man in the trench coat, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, contacted his companion: "Those Poison Spiders have failed! How is it, can you find a suitable sniper position!"
On the skyscraper opposite the Bulgari, a thin man was lying on the rooftop adjusting the sniper rifle in his hand.
"The curtains are all drawn, and the hotel windows are set to privacy mode. I can't find an opportunity for now!"
The man observed the situation of the hotel opposite through the sniper scope. He tilted his head, talking to the man in the trench coat who had infiltrated the hotel via the communicator on his collar.
He was completely unaware that on the rooftop under the night sky, the air seemed to be refracted by high temperature, causing imperceptible wrinkles.
A large hand seemed to appear out of thin air, covering the sniper's mouth. With the same method of death as the security, a sharp dagger slit his throat.
Listening to the sound coming from the communicator, which sounded like rushing water, the man in the trench coat's complexion changed. He couldn't help but touch his neck! He was too familiar with this sound; it was the sound of blood rapidly spraying out after a throat was cut, like the sound of wind.
The man in the trench coat looked at the surveillance screen in front of him, listening to the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged from the communicator. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and left the surveillance room.
Rooftop!
After dragging the sniper aside and concealing him, one of Tang Song's bodyguards adjusted his shoulder armor, picked up the assassin's sniper rifle, and with a ripple in the air, his figure quickly disappeared on the night rooftop.
...
Gambino family Estate. Tang Song stood in the crown of a tall ash tree, overlooking the scene within the Manor.
At this time, most of the room lights in the Manor were extinguished.
Only the small streetlights reserved within the Manor were still flickering, and patrolling bodyguards occasionally walked by under the streetlights, leading two large hunting dogs.
The security patrols within the Manor were very dense. What Tang Song didn't know was that this was because Old Gambino had temporarily doubled the patrol posts due to his nightmare.
But even if Tang Song knew, it wouldn't matter. If a group of security could stop him, Tang Song wouldn't be cultivating immortality anymore.
Tang Song's figure moved, lightly landing in the Manor's flowerbed.
Walking within the Manor, bodyguards leading hunting dogs walked past Tang Song. Neither the bodyguards nor the keen-scented hunting dogs treated Tang Song as if he were air.
In a master bedroom of the Manor, Tang Song directly pushed the door open. The lock inside the master bedroom door was easily vibrated into dust by his True Essence.
On the large bed in the bedroom, a completely naked young man was sleeping soundly, embracing a large-breasted blonde woman.
The quilt had been kicked aside by the two. Tang Song's eyes, which could see in the dark, immediately saw two breasts as large as footballs, fair and...
Tang Song played with a snakeskin wallet in his hand, circulating True Essence. The wallet floated in Tang Song's palm.
Tap! The opening of the Five Yin Pouch wallet opened. From the dark pocket, a chain of black mist extended out.
The black mist formed by the Five Yin Black Fiend Lock wrapped around the sleeping young man like a python, dragging him directly into the pouch.
The young man, who had fallen into the Five Yin Pouch, was instantly turned into a pool of blood before he could even react to what was happening. The restriction seal inside the pouch activated, and as the Five Yin Black Fiend twisted, he was instantly liquefied.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle, the Five Yin Pouch made a sound like an infant sucking on a nipple. This pool of blood was instantly swallowed clean.
Tang Song, who had been observing the changes in the Five Yin Pouch with his Divine Sense, keenly noticed that after swallowing this pool of blood, the space within the Five Yin Pouch had expanded slightly, almost imperceptibly.
Truly an evil artifact, Tang Song put away the wallet, marveling at the cleverness of the Heshan Dao Patriarch.
Magic Arts recorded in the Heshan Scripture could all be called unorthodox, with limited potential, not worthy of attention from some renowned sects.
However, these magic arts were truly fast-track magic arts. Take the Five Yin Pouch, for example.
Ordinary Daoist or Buddhist cultivators would need to reach the Core Formation stage at least to refine a high-grade storage bag.
But to refine a Five Yin Pouch, one only needed to cultivate True Qi and have enough materials and blood and gore of living beings to possess a growth-type storage magic tool.
Of course, the Five Yin Pouch was not just a storage magic tool. The Five Yin Black Fiend nurtured within the pouch was extremely yin and evil, specifically polluting flying swords and magic treasures, a hundred or a thousand times more potent than menstrual blood.
However, refining such a magic tool was too easy to become addicted to.
As long as it was refined and fed with blood and gore of living beings, the space within the Five Yin Pouch would become larger, and the power of that Five Yin Black Fiend would become stronger.
Ordinary cultivators simply couldn't resist this temptation. They would often massacre living people to refine the magic tool, and one day they would be cut down by a passing Sword Immortal or Sword Hero.
This was also called Human Tribulation in the Jambudvīpa World!
Of course, Tang Song had no such concerns in the Marvel World. He seemed to transform into a ghost, moving through the various rooms in the Manor, turning each Gambino family member into foul blood.
Creak!
Tang Song pushed open a master bedroom door and walked in, meeting a pair of hawk-like eyes.
"Cough cough!"
Old Gambino coughed, seeing Tang Song's appearance through the moonlight. He coughed repeatedly, concealing his inner panic.
"Mr. Tang, our Gambino family has no intention of opposing you.
I can decide to give you the military procurement for this Arms Bidding Conference.
I heard you have a grudge with Kingpin. Our Gambino family has always wanted to return to New York. We can join forces..."
While speaking, Old Gambino tried to appease Tang Song. His hand hidden under the quilt quietly reached for the alarm bell by the bed.
