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In Rein's eyes, the entire White Mansion was just average.

In just over half an hour, after wandering around most of the buildings in the White Mansion, Raine finally arrived at the hall where many military suppliers gathered.

Many familiar faces, including Tony Stark, Justin Hammer, and Norman Osborn, are among them.

Renn glanced at it but didn't touch anything.

Apart from Norman Osborn, there's nothing about these people that Renn covets for the time being.

Tony Stark, the only one who deserved Ryan's respect, was now nothing more than a detestable, sharp-tongued playboy.

Internal coordination meeting of military suppliers.

Heh, it's called an internal resource adjustment, but in reality it's nothing more than a pointless exchange of interests.

Until then.

Ryan took a sip of champagne before looking at Coulson and saying, "Coulson, tell me, what exactly is Nick Fury's purpose in sending you to see me?"

After being inexplicably 'intimidated' by Ryan at the beginning, Coulson has always behaved very well.

When Ryan asked him a question.

Coulson then spoke, "Mr. Sullivan, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. have received information that someone wants to harm you..."

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Chapter 51 The show is about to begin

“Mr. Sullivan, our S.H.I.E.L.D. has received information that the four major factions—the European vampires, werewolves, the Hand, and the Assassins’ Mutual Aid—have all dispatched elites to assassinate you.”

"And those who are so powerful and influential, they are lying down and closing their doors, they are like a peacock in a peacock's shell!"

"And we at S.H.I.E.L.D. are dedicated to protecting the world from supernatural forces."

"As long as Mr. Sullivan joins S.H.I.E.L.D., we can guarantee..."

The east room of the Bai Mansion was a place where wealthy merchants from all sides conducted business dealings.

Ryan calmly sipped his champagne, listening quietly to Coulson's various boasts.

Others may not know the full story of S.H.I.E.L.D., but surely Ryan knows it all?

From the very beginning of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s establishment, it initially relied on Howard Stark, Carter Peggy, the original Ant-Man, and others; in the middle period, it relied on Hydra's covert support; and in the later period, it relied on the Avengers superheroes as its backing, but it has been riddled with holes all the way through.

Joining S.H.I.E.L.D. is impossible.

But there is something, even a tiny bit, that Ryan needs within S.H.I.E.L.D.

As the largest intelligence organization under the World Security Council, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a good framework, with money, manpower, and channels.

Especially items like the 084 items that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been collecting.

Extraordinary materials and objects can sometimes have a significant, even terrifying, impact on ordinary people.

But for Renn, the vast majority of them could be considered cultivation resources.

We can try to outmaneuver them.

But that's for now. For Rein, the most important thing right now is to take over the Osborn Group and focus on cultivating the Five Elements Spirit Insects to raise the Earthly Fiends.

As for S.H.I.E.L.D., let Natasha handle it.

Professor Connors' team is already able to mass-produce lizard serum and supplements.

Using a few slots to exchange for some extraordinary resources from S.H.I.E.L.D. is not a bad idea.

"Coulson, I need to think about joining S.H.I.E.L.D. for a while before I can make a decision."

"How about this, I'll have my assistant secretary, Ms. Natasha, contact you later."

"Given the goodwill of your S.H.I.E.L.D., I will ask Natasha to open up some more gene tuning slots for you, what do you say?"

Rein sensed that the president was approaching the hall and swiftly interrupted Coulson's words.

It was a gentle, consultative tone, yet it had a way of making it impossible to refuse.

Colson: "..."

It always seems like I'm being suppressed by something in front of the other person.

Just when Coulson was feeling incredibly frustrated.

Accompanied by several real Secret Service agents and two high-ranking military officials, America's current president strode into the hall.

First came a formal, official speech, delivered in a righteous and eloquent manner.

Then came a banquet-style free exchange of ideas.

Essentially, this was just a high-class banquet held inside the Bai residence.

Although the banquet was somewhat dull, with the idea of ​​turning the tables, Renn remained charming and chatted with some people at the banquet.

Lizard serum and gene therapy, plus the benefits of developing Midtown West in Manhattan.

With these two skills, Renn was quite a prominent figure at the banquet.

About half an hour later.

Accompanied by General Ross and New York Governor Andrew, the seemingly affable President shook hands with Ryan in a very cordial manner, had a couple of drinks, and chatted briefly.

After parting ways with the president.

Raine approached with a wisp of energy in his hand, a relieved smile on his face.

Things were progressing even more smoothly than Ryan had imagined.

With this wisp of aura emanating from the 'President,' it would be much easier to deceive Norman Osborn and the assassins outside the White House.

The banquet at the Bai residence lasted until late at night.

When Ryan realized that Norman Osborn had disappeared from the hall, he immediately laughed.

Immediately afterwards, Raine inadvertently found himself near the 'President'.

graft.

A single leaf blocks the view.

Two minor, not particularly profound, spells were activated.

Suddenly, a strange exchange occurred between the auras of Ryan and the President.

This switch was so subtle that it was impossible to notice anything up close, and people around wouldn't mistake Ryan for the president.

But if they are more than ten meters away, they will mistake Ryan for 'Mr. President' and 'Mr. President' for Ryan.

And that's enough.

No matter how powerful Norman Osborne and Stern were, they couldn't possibly place Lucian, Craven, Mrs. Goh, Sloan, and others within ten meters of the 'President'.

Furthermore, it is simply impossible to conduct long-range sniping inside the Bai residence.

Therefore, this wave of assassinations was definitely mainly carried out by the Assassins' Mutual Aid Society's peripheral shootings.

Only when the outer gunfire fails will the vampires, werewolves, and ninjas take action and surround and kill Raine.

Just as Ryan had predicted.

Shortly after Norman Osborn disappeared, Renn sensed waves of killing intent converging towards the East Hall of the White Mansion.

Once inside the hall, these people simply mingled with the crowd on the periphery and were unable to get too close to the center.

After all, the Secret Service agents surrounding the president are no pushovers.

And then these 'assassins' arrived.

Ryan keenly sensed that Congressman Stern, who had been in the center, was preparing to evacuate.

What a coward!

He was probably afraid of being implicated in the assassination plot.

"Congressman Stern, don't rush off, the real show is about to begin."

"Um, Mr. Sullivan, what's going on? I don't understand..."

“Stanner Stern, don’t deny it, don’t rush. After all, you don’t want your Hydra identity to be exposed, do you?”

With one hand holding a wine glass, Ryan calmly removed the Hydra emblem from Stern's collar with the other.

Stern's somewhat chubby face turned deathly pale.

That's not the plan.

I was just drinking and singing in my head, and keeping an eye on the other person around me.

How did Hydra's identity get exposed?

Damn, damn it.

Just as Stern's mind was becoming increasingly panicked.

Ryan patted the other man on the shoulder, pointed to the outer perimeter, and said, "Congressman Stern, don't be afraid, it's safe here. You see, your people are taking good care of you."