"Major Kane, sorry to have kept you waiting!"
When Stark returned to his military camp, he saw a tall figure standing in front of his tent from a distance, holding a bundle of German dark beer in his hand.
The burly body stood straight, like an iron pillar inserted into the ground.
Stark waved his hand to signal the adjutant who was following him to leave and went to meet him.
"Mr. Stark, I'm no longer a soldier. You can just call me Kane!"
Kane looked at Stark, whose face was full of enthusiasm, and nodded.
"Come in and chat!" Stark opened the tent and walked in.
Kane followed Strucker into Strucker's temporary residence in the military camp.
The army green military tent was unusually simple inside. There was basically nothing inside except a folding bed, a simple table, and a few folding chairs.
Stark dug out a can of black coffee from under the folding bed, took out two army green teacups, and brewed two cups of coffee with hot water from the military kettle.
"Sit anywhere. This place is a bit shabby and I don't have anything to offer you.
This is the black ivory coffee they gave me when I came to East Africa. It tastes good. Try it! ”
Stark picked up a cup of coffee and handed it to Kane, then took a cup for himself and sat on a folding camp chair.
Kane put the beer in the corner of the tent, took the coffee, and sat opposite Stark.
"According to the current battlefield situation, there will basically be no more large-scale battles between Wakanda and the coalition forces.
It is right for you to leave East Africa at this time.
But where are you going next?"
Baron Stark tasted the bitter black coffee and asked:
"Will you continue to be a mercenary, or go back to being the president of your security company?"
Without waiting for Kane to answer, Stark continued:
"Kane, with your experience in the Dark Forces,
With the extraordinary tactical command capabilities he demonstrated on the battlefield, it is really a waste of talent for him to be an executive officer in a small security company!"
"Are you really willing to be a mercenary? I have a job that will allow you to show your talents. Are you interested?"
Kane held a coffee cup in his hand and looked at the veteran in front of him with impeccable manners.
If it weren't for his boss's reminder, it would have been hard for him to imagine that the man in front of him was actually related to the infamous Hydra.
“Thank you for your kindness!
I'm sorry, ever since the Black Magic Special Forces was forced to disband, I swore that I would never serve any country, whether it's Germany, the Federal Republic, or France!"
Baron Stark looked at Kane, who had a resolute expression, and said with a smile:
"You misunderstood, Kane. I don't want you to serve France. For me, commanding the French Foreign Legion is just to better understand this war!"
"I am not loyal to any country. The country and leader who deserve my loyalty have been lost in the tide of history!"
“We fight for ourselves!
Kane! I lack a brave and skilled knight.
With your ability, you deserve a better life, power, money, and beauty! As long as you want, I can satisfy you! "
Strucker stared at Kane, observing his reaction.
Although Hydra claims to be an organization to the outside world, it actually has many factions within it. The most powerful faction now belongs to Alexander Pierce.
In the late stage of World War II, the victorious federation targeted Germany's top scientists and experts and transferred a large number of German experts and high-level researchers to the federation.
The Paperclip Project enabled the Federation to dominate technological power for nearly half a century after the war.
But it was precisely because of this Federation plan that Hydra successfully infiltrated the Strategic Scientific Corps, the predecessor of SHIELD!
Alexander Pierce was also one of them!
Later, the Strategic Science Corps was reorganized into the National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau!
Alexander Pierce, the person chosen by Agent Carter, unexpectedly became the first director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
So, under the leadership of Alexander Pierce, SHIELD became a hotbed for the growth of Hydra.
It can be said that Hydra's power relies on SHIELD, and has even grown larger and more cunning than during World War II.
SHIELD is like the sun. No one could have imagined that beneath the strongest sunlight, there is the biggest black hole hidden.
Even Strucker had to admit that it was because of Alexander Pierce that Hydra could thrive so well.
However, this does not mean that Strack will bow to Pierce. As a former soldier of the Third Reich, after the death of the Führer, there is no one in the world worthy of his loyalty except himself.
However, his power was destroyed by the Roaring Commandos during World War II. Although he had developed for so many years,
But compared to Alexander Pierce who relies on S.H.I.E.L.D., he is still a long way behind.
During the time Kane came to East Africa, he had been observing Kane's combat level and tactical command ability.
Seeing Kane's outstanding performance on the battlefield, he finally decided to extend an olive branch to Kane.
The role of a qualified combat commander is beyond doubt. Relying on the convenience of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce recruited a group of elite combat commanders.
As outstanding as Crossbones, he excels both in individual combat and in battlefield command.
But according to his assessment of Kane these days, Kane has shown far greater strength than Crossbones!
Kane looked at Stark in some surprise. He didn't expect that the Hydra organization, which he was pretending to be yesterday, would invite him to join.
Kane hesitated and began to wonder what decision the boss would make if he were here.
Given the boss's personality, he would surely happily join Hydra, eat them up, and then kick them away.
"Mr. Stark, I have no plans to change my boss for the time being. We'll talk about the future later!"
Kane shook his head and ultimately failed to learn his boss's shamelessness. He directly rejected Stark.
There was no dissatisfaction on Stark's face. On the contrary, judging from his expression, he admired Kane even more.
No one in power doesn't like loyal subordinates. He has learned about Kane's movements after retirement.
According to him, after Kane left the German army, he had been hanging around a gang leader in New York.
It took two or three years to turn a small gangster into the biggest gang leader in New York.
Although the information provided by the informant contained some false information, such as how vicious and capable the gang leader was.
However, in Strucker's eyes, apart from the fact that he was a suspected mutant, he did not take Tang Song seriously.
In his opinion, the reason why Tang Song could become the boss of the New York underground world was the result of the support of the two brothers Kane and Ryan and dozens of former black magic special forces.
As expected of the former commander of the Black Magic Special Forces, he is capable, loyal, and never takes credit for himself!
"It's okay, I'm just making a suggestion, you can take your time to think about it, don't rush to reply to me!
I will go to New York in a while and visit your employer, and I will have a good talk with him!"
As Stark thought about it, he liked Kane more and more. He waved his hand and said:
"I think your boss is a reasonable man and would not have the heart to let a war horse be trapped in the hands of a miller!"
Visit the boss, are you serious?!
Kane looked at Stark as if he were a huge sucker, a fat pig running to a butcher with a knife in its mouth.
It took great willpower and his mutant ability of muscle control to barely control his distorted facial expression.
"Kane, you're in such a hurry to go back to New York. Did something happen to you? I have some connections in the Federation, so I can help you with some small problems!"
Watching Kane finish a cup of coffee, Stark poured him another cup and asked while pouring the coffee.
Hearing what Stark said, Kane's face suddenly turned cold:
"Someone sent out gunmen to assassinate my boss and raid our place. Although my boss is fine, we always pay attention to blood for blood and tooth for tooth!"
Looking at Kane's serious expression, Stark was a little indifferent. In his opinion, these were just fighting between gangs.
During World War II, he faced the Allied Forces' Roaring Commandos and the encirclement and suppression of several Allied divisions.
"202******!" Stark recited a string of numbers and said to Kane:
"This is the number of one of my subordinates. He has some manpower there. If you are short of manpower in New York, call this number!"
Kane silently memorized the phone number, drank a cup of black coffee with Stark, and then stood up and said goodbye to Stark.
"Mr. Stark, it's getting late! I have a plane to catch, so I won't bother you anymore!"
Stark sent Kane to the outside of the French barracks and watched him get into the Hummer before turning back to the barracks.
... ... ... ..
"Boss, this is what's going on. What should I do?"
A convoy of five military Humvees drove towards a temporary military airport built by the coalition forces.
Kane, holding the satellite phone in his hand, reported to Boss Tang what had just happened.
On the Monaco beach, Tang Song was wearing only beach pants, lying on a beach chair, with a sun hat covering his face and a satellite phone in his hand.
Under the sun hat, two balls of silver light floated in and out of his nose, breathing in and out continuously.
The two balls of silver light contained his two sword balls, which appeared as he breathed in and out.
He poured all the Taibai essences that had grown to their maximum strength in his lungs into the two sword pills.
Thanks to the secret technique of dual cultivation during this period, the Taibai essence between Tang Song's lungs can be said to be extremely abundant.
Under the nourishment of Taibai's essence, the two sword balls no longer had any specific shape or form.
From the outside, it looked like two large balls of silver light.
As Tang Song breathed, it kept trembling and beating, like the heart in a person's chest, like a living thing.
"Since others are so kind to help us, let's not be polite.
Ryan has already found out about the Paranormal Defense Agency. It is a secret federal agency that reports directly to the owner of the White House!"
While Tang Song was refining his sword, he was also talking on the phone with Kane.
"Interestingly, the Paranormal Defense Bureau's investigator for New York is named Alexander Coventis!"
"The origin of the vampire ancestor!?"
Kane was slightly stunned. They had dealt with vampires in New York more than once or twice, so naturally he had heard the name Alexander Coventis from some vampires!
"Boss, what are you going to do?"
The Hummer drove into the military airport at this time. In the most conspicuous position of the airport, there was a white transport plane parked. Kane saw from a distance a middle-aged man in a suit waiting in front of the plane.
"You have been with me for more than three years, Kane. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss
I have transferred back a group of gunmen from the Siberian training camp. You take them to see some blood!
By the way, I'm borrowing some help from Mr. Stark. Since the old man gave me a surprise, I'll naturally give him a big gift too!"
"Yes! Boss!"
Hearing the dead tone coming from the other end of the satellite phone, Kane hung up the phone, got out of the Hummer, and shook hands with Yuri who came over!
"Sorry to trouble you again, Yuri!"
Yuri, the big arms dealer, looked very high-spirited and greeted Kane enthusiastically.
"Mr. Kane, you're welcome. I'm going back to New York after delivering the goods, so this is just on my way!"
For arms dealers, war is often an opportunity to make a fortune. During this period, Yuri hired a team from Kane to travel through the battlefields and visit the wine tables of high-ranking federal officers.
He even got in touch with Baron Strucker through Kane's connections and bought a batch of "damaged" equipment from various countries at a low price from the coalition forces.
This batch of equipment was resold to South Africa, Afghanistan and the Middle East, with a minimum profit of three times.
"Is there any more cargo on the plane?" Kane looked at the plane and frowned. Yuri had never told him this!
"It won't take too long. This is a batch of guns bought by a Somali anti-government armed group.
The money has already been paid, we can just make a detour in the air and drop the stuff directly into the sea area they designated!"
Yuri noticed that something was wrong with Kane's expression and quickly explained.
He didn't dare to offend Kane. Among the coalition forces, the French army had the latest weapons, and this was all thanks to Kane's matchmaking.
Moreover, he was even more afraid of Boss Tang behind Kane, who was a ruthless man who dared to blow up Mount Fuji.
Although I don't know why the people from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department classified this incident as a forest fire.
Yuri still doesn't dare let anyone know that the batch of mortars was transported to Tokyo through his channels.
Kane nodded and directed several soldiers to lift the wooden boxes on the Hummer onto the plane.
Yuri glanced at the wooden boxes that looked unusually heavy. Although he was a little curious, he knew that curiosity killed the cat.
... ... ... ...
In an old forest in Siberia, in a secret training camp base built with logs.
After strict screening, the students, who had sturdy builds and a cold and murderous aura, were selected.
The leader of the team was a German with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and wearing a neat military uniform.
He is the second most important person in the entire Siberian training camp. All the trainees only know his code name as Spade K. He is in charge of all the training in the training camp.
His position among the Spade Soldiers is second only to Commander Kane.
At this time, he was also leading the newly selected shooters in giving a speech.
"All twenty-eight of you are the best shooters in our training camp. Each of you has passed countless life-and-death tests to be able to stand here.
There is no doubt that you represent the physical limit that the entire human race can currently achieve.
But you must know that there are many powerful beings in this world that are worthy of your challenging with your lives.
The boss has sent an order for you to set off immediately to carry out a mission with Commander Kane."
The eyes of Spade K were filled with turbulent waves like the sea, and he stared madly at the twenty-eight gunmen lined up in front of him.
These people are not all Russians, and their races include almost every race and skin color on earth.
There are black people, white people, Asians, and even brown-skinned Indians.
So many people stood together, of different heights, but all stood straight with their hands behind their backs, like iron stakes.
So close that Spade K himself couldn't even hear the breathing and heartbeat of these people. He was cold and cruel, like a row of metal puppets.
"Do you still remember why you came here? To become a supernatural being! To have the power of a superhero that can look down on those mutants
Now the opportunity is before you, as long as you can complete the boss's orders, you can become such an existence."
Spade K spoke fluent English, and there was some encouragement in his words, but the twenty-eight big men had cold and hard expressions, and they didn't even move their eyes.
He stood there, staring at everyone's face, his ears trembling slightly.
Until he was finally sure that these people had not had their heartbeats and blood flow affected in the slightest by his inciting remarks,
Spade K nodded in satisfaction, and the crazy look in his eyes faded away like a tide, leaving only a gloomy look on his face.
Buzz! Buzz!
"roar"!
Two helicopters descended from the sky, and the sound of wind produced by the rotation of the propellers was faintly mixed with the roars of tigers!
Bang!
Before a helicopter landed, the huge iron cage hanging below the helicopter fell to the ground first. In the iron cage, a fierce tiger more than three meters long roared.
The mountains and forests shook, and hundreds of birds in the dense forest flew away in fright!
A green figure jumped down from the helicopter and landed steadily in front of Spade K.
The strong figure is nearly two and a half meters tall, with a half-human, half-lizard head, a strong physique, and a swinging lizard tail. It looks like a giant human-shaped lizard!
"I searched the entire forest and only found this tiger which was big enough to be a gift for the boss!"
As the lizard man spoke, the green skin on his body became lighter, and his lizard tail shortened and finally disappeared.
Under the envious gazes of the trainee gunners, he recovered into a tall, strong German naked man.
… …
Wakanda Palace meeting room.
A secret meeting that was destined not to be acknowledged was taking place quietly.
At the long conference table, a middle-aged Asian man with a refined appearance was flipping through the documents in front of him.
Under T'Chaka's gaze, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as if he was tired.
"Your Majesty, your request is too harsh!
The actual control of the entire East Africa, not to mention that we can't agree to it,
Even if we vote in favor of it at the World Security Council, your request will not be passed!"
"Mr. Zhang!" T'Chaka pointed his fat finger at a line in the document and said:
"If you can support us, in addition to agreeing to export ten tons of vibranium ore per year,
We can privately take out another five tons from our daily reserves and sell them to China!"
Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Your Majesty, this is not a question of how much vibranium ore you have.
You know, the situation in Africa is very complicated, especially East Africa, which was once a British colony. Look at its geographical location!"
Mr. Zhang pulled the map of East Africa from the side of the table and spread it out in front of T'Chaka.
He pressed a point on the map with his finger, looked at T'Chaka and said:
"Who would let others occupy such a vital transportation route?"
T'Chaka looked at where Mr. Zhang's fingers were pressing.
"somalia!"
He knew that Mr. Zhang was right. Somalia is bordered by the narrow Gulf of Aden to the north.
It is located at the transportation hub of Asia, Africa and Europe, and controls the gateway from the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean.
Oil tankers and merchant ships entering the Red Sea and the Mediterranean Sea must pass through this gateway.
Large oil tankers that bypass the Cape of Good Hope also need to pass through the waters east of Somalia.
Currently, 14% of the world's maritime trade and 30% of oil transportation need to pass through Somali waters.
Therefore, the geographical location of the coastal waters of Somalia is extremely important.
In a place like Somalia, neither the Federation nor several other countries will allow a strong country to emerge here.
"Mr. Zhang, compared to the Federation, I have the best impression of Zhongguo. After all, you have been supporting the construction of Africa for so many years!"
Mr. Zhang took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, blew on it, and wiped his glasses. His nonchalant attitude made T'Chaka, who was talking about the China-Africa friendship, a little embarrassed.
"I know that the conditions we offer are very difficult for you. You have also seen our Vibranium fighter. The Vibranium energy absorption coating on the surface is enough to make it invisible to all radars in the world."
Seeing Mr. Zhang's attitude, T'Chaka gave up playing the emotional card, folded his hands, and spoke directly about interests:
"If you can stand on our side in the peace talks, I am willing to transfer this technology to China free of charge!"
Mr. Zhang paused, put his glasses back on, and stared at T'Chaka through the thick lenses, as if he could see through his thoughts:
"Wakanda's vibranium technology is based on vibranium ore. If all our fighters use this vibranium paint, Wakanda's vibranium production will not be able to keep up, and we will be controlled by others!"
T'Chaka smiled awkwardly and explained, "Mr. Zhang, vibranium ore is a metal and a recyclable resource. The paint consumed by a fighter plane will not exceed 0.5 kilograms!
The Vibranium that Wakanda exports to you every year is enough for 20,000 fighter jets. As far as I know, the number of fighter jets in service in your country is only more than 3,000!"
"Five Vibranium fighters, and Wakanda's outer energy shield technology! I can assure you that we will vote in favor of the resolution of the World Security Council!"
"Impossible!" Looking at Mr. Zhang's smiling face, T'Chaka's dark face could faintly see green: "Wakanda's energy technology cannot be leaked. This is our bottom line!"
"What about the Vibranium Fighter?"
Mr. Zhang had a look of no surprise on his face, and he made a concession: "To be honest, we don't value the Vibranium fighters, but we just can't bear to see this war go on!"
"One!" T'Chaka looked at Mr. Zhang's shameless face, hesitated for a long time, stretched out a finger and said: "We can sell a vibranium fighter to your country!"
"Two, plus an additional ten tons of vibranium ore every year!" Mr. Zhang stood up, put his hands on the vibranium-coated long table, stared at T'Chaka and said.
T'Chaka and Mr. Zhang stared at each other for a few minutes and seemed to back off. "Okay, two is fine, but we only have fifteen tons of vibranium ore per year. No room for negotiation!"
"Okay, it's a deal. I'll have someone give you a few foreign exchange accounts. They will contain the money for us to buy fighter jets.
All you have to do is find someone to drive the Vibranium fighter jet into our waters and crash it.
We will tell the public that we shot down these two fighter planes. After all, there is a precedent, and it will not affect the subsequent negotiations with His Majesty the King!"
T'Challa, who was sitting nearby and listening, was completely confused. He did not understand what "Zhang" meant.
If you really want to buy fighter jets, shouldn't you just pay the money and receive the goods? Why do you have to make it so responsible
"Haha, the deal is done. I hope you can stand on the side of Wakanda in the subsequent vote of the World Security Council—"
T'Chaka understood what Mr. Zhang meant. He couldn't help but look at Mr. Zhang. This military attaché of the Zhongguo embassy in Sudan must have another identity.
This is obvious, otherwise he would not be qualified to come here to negotiate with him. It's a pity that Wakanda's intelligence agencies cannot penetrate into the East.
Otherwise he would know the identity of this "Mr. Zhang" and take the initiative in the negotiations.
... ... ...
In a remote corner of Wakanda, a gap appeared in the blue energy barrier.
Prince T'Challa escorted Mr. Zhang out and watched him get into the car that came to pick him up.
"Colonel Wen!"
Not long after the SUV started, a middle-aged man couldn't help but speak up and asked Mr. Zhang!
Mr. Zhang put his finger to his lips and hushed it, then took out an instrument from the storage compartment of his car and scanned his entire body.
"Minister Liu, you can speak now!"
After making sure that there were no monitoring devices on him, Colonel Wen spoke.
"How are the negotiations going? The country is very concerned about this aspect!" Minister Zhang finally spoke.
Colonel Wen shook his head and said:
"What the Wakandans really want is not the so-called control of East Africa.
Otherwise, Wakanda would not have been indifferent to the African continent for so many years.
With their technological level, it would have been easy for them to unify the African continent decades ago during World War II!"
"What do the Wakandans want?" Minister Zhang asked!
Colonel Wen thought over and over the documents he had read, as well as T'Chaka's expression during the conversation and the expression of the black prince.
“Whatever they want, it’s certainly not as harsh as control over East Africa!
Wakanda's sincerity is not enough to gain control of the entire East Africa, it is more like buying a seat on the World Security Council!"
... ... ..
"Father, the French representatives are here!"
In Wakanda, in the royal palace, T'Challa is hesitant to speak!
"Are you asking me why I asked for control of East Africa?" T'Chaka looked at his son.
"Yes, Father, I don't understand, didn't you say you wanted Wakanda to become a permanent member of the World Security Council?"