"Father, the Zhongguo representative is here, right outside!"
In the Wakanda Palace, T'Chaka, who had just finished talking with Nick Fury, sat on the throne, stroking the vibranium armrests beside the throne with a complicated expression, and no one knew what he was thinking!
The young prince T'Challa hurried in and reported to T'Challa!
"Don't worry, let me ask you, T'Challa, do you know why I insist on letting Wakanda enter the World Security Council and occupy a seat?"
The old king looked at his son, heir to the throne of Wakanda.
T'Challa shook his head.
A trace of disappointment flashed in T'Chaka's eyes: "Let me ask you again, do you know why Wakanda has been able to be independent and stay out of world disputes for so many years?"
"It's because Wakanda's technology and military strength are decades ahead of the world..."
T'Challa said confidently without any hesitation.
T'Chaka sighed, "You're wrong, T'Challa. What really makes Wakanda independent and out of the world's disputes is that camouflage barrier. It's our closed-door policy that's hidden enough!"
T'Challa didn't quite understand what his father meant.
In his impression, Wakanda is powerful and invincible, and the reason why his father forbade Wakanda to communicate with the outside world was to protect the people outside.
Why does it sound like we are protecting them now
"Father, I have seen the strength of the major powers in the World Security Council.
Only Zhongguo’s immature super-electromagnetic cannon has some deterrent effect. Other aircraft cannons cannot cause any damage to our Wakanda fighter jets!
If you hadn't asked us to restrain ourselves, we would have driven away the coalition forces outside long ago!"
The young prince said somewhat unconvinced.
"Wakanda is very strong! Let me ask you, do you know how many people there are in our country? Do you know how many people there are in the outside world?"
T'Chaka stood up from the throne, walked up to T'Challa, and patted his son on the shoulder:
“I participated in World War II, T’Challa, and I saw the strength of Germany during World War II. Decades ago, they developed energy pulse weapons!
Those big countries are hiding their true strength..."
"But our Wakanda's Vibranium technology is not inferior to any other country!"
T'Challa looked at his father stubbornly, still confident in his country.
"Even if Father wants to negotiate, he can do so after defeating those enemies outside. This way, we can take the initiative in the negotiations!
As long as you allow me to mobilize the Vibranium fighters, I can wipe them all out in less than a day!"
"What if you push them too far and the enemy blows up the Amas River?"
Looking at his defiant and belligerent son, T'Chaka asked a question.
Bombing the Amas River
T'Challa opened his mouth, unable to answer.
He had never considered why the enemy wanted to bomb the Amas River or what would happen if they bombed the river.
"Ninety percent of our country's food and domestic water comes from the Amas River. If we cut off the Amas River, our entire country will be nearly paralyzed without them attacking..."
T'Chaka looked at his only successor with some disappointment. He was brave but lacked political wisdom.
If Wakanda really relaxes its policy of isolation, can this son really support Wakanda after his death
"Come on, accompany me to meet the Zhongguo representative. By the way, let Susan bring the prepared materials..."
"Father!" T'Challa looked at his father who seemed to have aged a lot in an instant and felt a little overwhelmed.
"Do you know why I must have Wakanda join the World Security Council?"
"Because of the law, since Wakanda intends to no longer hide the truth from the outside world, it must appear as a world power in order to scare off the jackals and hyenas who covet vibranium..."
"There is no better way for Wakanda to flex its muscles than by becoming a permanent member of the World Security Council..."
"No, no. The five countries in the World Security Council are not of one mind. As long as there are enough interests, they will agree..."
On the way from the main hall of the palace to the reception room, the elderly king tried his best to explain to his son the political intentions behind his actions.
“The Security Council says there are five permanent members, but in reality there are only three.
They compete and check each other.
We took out some of the Vibranium technology from decades ago,
Like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey, for them,
Falling behind the other two countries in the development of vibranium means failure. Only by mediating with them can we, Wakanda, gain greater benefits!"
"But, father, vibranium is limited! If we allow the export of vibranium, what will happen to our country?"
“Yes, vibranium is limited, T’Challa, even if I don’t agree to the vibranium trade, how long can Wakanda’s vibranium be mined
They have fallen out with all the countries in the world for Vibranium. Once the Vibranium resources are exhausted, it will be a disaster for Wakanda!"
… … …
French Foreign Legion Headquarters
Baron Stark inspected the military camp with a grim expression.
Just now Alexander Pierce came to him to ask for someone,
Yesterday, a Hydra special forces team led by the Winter Soldier sneaked into Wakanda through the secret passage he provided.
As a result, within a day and a night, they seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and lost contact with each other. Alexander called him to question him about this.
The two had a quarrel over this and parted unhappily.
As a member of the Hydra, Baron Strucker is not afraid of Alexander Pierce, the head of the hydra.
However, this was the first time for Stark to be scolded by a junior.
The last person who dared to do this to him was Adolf Hitler!
"Hello everyone, this is the base of our foreign legion. There are subsidies during the war, but not much.
It’s about 15,000 to 20,000 yuan per month!
This guy wants to see the gun, okay, everyone, give the little gift to someone.
This guy wants to see M24 being crushed with one hand...!"
Baron Stark was patrolling the barracks, and when he came to a tent, he heard a shout in Chinese.
He wasn't surprised at first.
Because the French Foreign Legion itself is composed of about 8,000 volunteers from 136 countries and regions.
It is normal for some languages of other countries to appear.
However, the more Stark listened while standing outside the door, the more he felt something was wrong.
As a German officer of the Third Reich during World War II, Baron Strack was fluent in five languages: German, English, French, Chinese and Japanese.
The noisy sound inside made him open the tent.
"What are you doing?"
Stark looked at the group of soldiers gathered together with a grim face, and his eyes fell on a round-faced fat Asian man holding a mobile phone in the crowd.
The round-faced fat boy hid his phone in his arms in panic and saluted to Stark:
"Sir, we are connecting to the outside world through the Internet and asking a group of battlefield commanders to help us analyze the battlefield situation!"
"Hand over your phone!"
Looking at the hand wearing a black leather glove extended to him, the round-faced fat boy handed over his mobile phone with a bitter face.
"Sir! Captain Kane wants to see you!"
Just as the round-faced little fat boy was about to put the phone in Stark's hand,
An adjutant walked in and saluted Baron Stark.
"Kane!" Stark was a little confused, but he had coveted this talent for a long time and always wanted to recruit him under his command.
Stark adopted the same attitude as Cao Cao who greeted Xu You barefoot. He ignored the round-faced fat man and the group of soldiers and turned around and walked out of the tent.
… … … …
The French Foreign Legion headquarters, in Straker's private tent.
Baron Stark personally made two cups of coffee for Kane, and while he was about to stir the coffee evenly with a spoon, he heard what Kane wanted to say.
"Kane, you're leaving East Africa!?"