American comic book: Start as a corpse collector, choose to cultivate immortality with technology

Everyone in the world knows.

The Assassins' Guild's exceptional gunslingers are renowned for their sharp eyesight, even Hawkeye has to admit they're amazing.

Vampires and werewolves, needless to say, rely entirely on the scent of blood for tracking.

In this situation, they're saying they mistook someone for someone else.

This is simply treating all of America's official forces like fools.

Because of this rumor, on the same day, nearly a thousand intelligence brokers around the world experienced America's iron fist.

In particular, the four factions: vampires, werewolves, the Hand, and the Assassins' Mutual Aid.

In almost a single day, the four forces suffered devastating blows to America's entire organization, strongholds, and businesses.

Even those who occasionally escaped the net became like rats on the ground, forced to live a life of constant flight.

Especially around the Chinese-controlled area, all official forces were mobilized to block all escape routes.

In the storage room of a supermarket in downtown Washington, D.C.

Sloan and Firefox, looking utterly disheveled, hid among a pile of abandoned cargo, silently tending to their injuries and occasionally nibbling on expired canned food.

Just then, a figure silently entered the storage room.

Almost instinctively, Sloan and Firefox held their breath and each picked up a pistol.

Not long after.

Cross, the strongest and least injured of them all, revealed himself and said, "It is I, Cross."

Upon hearing Kross's voice, Sloan and Firefox finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Firefox put down his gun and continued to tend to the bullet graze on his waist.

Sloan picked up the can of food again and took a bite, then asked, "Cross, how's X and the Gunsmith? Has the message gotten out? When are our people coming to meet us?"

Cross raised an eyebrow and said, "X and the gunsmith are both dead, so there's no one to pass on messages for us now."

Sloan's tone suddenly sharpened as he asked, "Why?"

Cross smiled wryly and said, "Nobody believes we're here to assassinate Ryan Sullivan. We're now traitors, terrorists plotting to assassinate the president."

"All the officials have gone mad. More than 200,000 troops have been mobilized in the Chinese region and have surrounded the entire city..."

Sloan was furious and said, "The information we released is all true, it's true."

"Fuck, what kind of world is this? Nobody believes the truth anymore."

"They're all such a bunch of fucking sluts!"

The assassins of the mutual aid society are extremely powerful and possess the ability to unleash an "adrenaline rush." ​​Their years of experience teetering on the edge of death have resulted in the highest number of survivors during raids.

Even so, only Kroos was able to move with difficulty, which can be considered a minor injury.

In contrast, the situation for the other three parties was far more dire.

The Hand and the vampires suffered the most devastation, with almost all of them perishing.

Mrs. Gao disguised herself as a demented old woman and hid in a nursing home.

Serena was severely injured and, relying on the vampire's powerful vitality, hid in a slum.

The werewolves fared relatively well, managing to revert to human form, and eventually more than ten escaped, hiding in the underground tunnels.

Chapter 57 Renn's Unexpected Gain

Inside the Bai residence, no one cared about the horrific condition of the assassins.

After the mission was assigned to the various factions, the White House's top brass began to discuss how to mitigate the impact of the assassination attempt and restore America's prestige.

Even the president, who was shot twice, threw himself into the task immediately after waking up.

As one of the parties involved, Renn was fortunate enough to participate in this highest meeting.

And in order to take care of the injured president.

This meeting had to be moved from the conference room to the president's sanatorium.

Fortunately, the president was treated very well; the sanatorium was spacious enough to accommodate a large gathering of America's high-ranking officials.

The vice president, three military generals, the director of the Secret Service, the top commander of the FBI, and so on.

Among the crowd, Ryan unexpectedly discovered two 'acquaintances'.

Representatives from the Security Council included Alexander Pierce and Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

A meeting that lasted more than four hours.

If it weren't for the president's injury requiring rest, it might have lasted even longer.

The meeting was very noisy, but very few decisions were actually made.

The military, the Secret Service, the FBI, the police, and others all claim to be investigating, seeking revenge, or restoring prestige, but in reality, they are all vying for power and profit.

Without a doubt, this will be a significant political struggle and contest.

Some people will suffer misfortune, while others will gain more power.

As for the president, he's still alive, isn't he?

No one can predict how this political struggle will evolve, how long it will last, or how far it will go.

On the contrary, Rennes had originally planned to remain invisible and quietly get through the meeting, but unexpectedly, he received several large orders.

The president's miserable state ultimately served as a wake-up call for all levels of America's organization.

The Dark Council has been gradually suppressed by human authorities for two hundred years since the Second Industrial Revolution.

The assassination attempt by the vampires, werewolves, the Hand, and the Mutual Aid Society ultimately failed.

However, the combat power displayed by those extraordinary dark creatures of the Dark Council was truly astonishing.

Ordinary human elites, even when fully armed, are basically powerless against those extraordinary dark creatures.

It's impossible for America's upper-class 'gentlemen' to carry an army with them every time they go out.

As a result, the lizard-themed gene serums that appeared in the Elder Council laboratory under Rein's command became the preferred choice for all parties.

Portable, stable, powerful, and even cheap enough.

Even if we don't promote it across all factions, surely it's not a problem for everyone to have a few genetically modified super bodyguards.

Amid this extreme enthusiasm from all sides, Rennes made billions of dollars, albeit with tears in his eyes.

Even so, all parties are still expressing their gratitude to Renn.

In particular, the president, the military, the FBI, and the Secret Service all indicated after the meeting that they would give the green light to Ryan's acquisition of the Osborne Group.

The Osborne Group was extremely rude.

Norman Osborn should be nailed to the pillar of shame.

In return, when Raine was prepared to offer a portion of West Central City's profits...

The president appeared very agitated in his hospital bed, stating that he would never accept a single penny of bribes from Ryan, otherwise it would be an insult to him and to America.

Even a president who's just a figurehead has a temper.

I just got shot, and these bastards are already using all sorts of excuses to try and take away the benefits I've gained.

So the president would rather not take any benefits himself than drag others down with him.

Ryan Sullivan is such a good person; he's also my savior.

It's better for the person who saved my life to reap the benefits than for others to share them.

With the president making such a clear statement, how could other representatives, such as the military, possibly dare to 'demand' benefits from Ryan?

But it doesn't matter, it's just the Osborne Group anyway.

Although the president is seriously injured and temporarily unable to attend to affairs, the other party still wields influence.

If you offend the president too badly, it wouldn't be good if he were to sabotage you during this power-sharing feast.

Anyway, the Osborne Group isn't owned by them.

With such a large amount of favors and promises.

Raine stayed at the White House for two more days, and more or less gave each party a 'gift'.

The rest was left to Congressman Stern to handle.

However, just after Ryan had resolved everything and left the White Mansion, his vehicle was abruptly intercepted before it had even traveled a single street.

"Coulson, stopping a car in the street is very impolite. What's the matter?"

“I’m very sorry, but Mr. Sullivan, our director has some questions he would like to ask. If it’s convenient, he would like to invite you to our headquarters.”

"What if it's inconvenient? Should we fall out with the Sullivan Group?"

"This……"

"Haha, Coulson, you're so honest. I was just kidding. Actually, I've wanted to see the real face of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a long time."

After the conversation, Coulson looked extremely embarrassed.