“T’Challa, I remember a story told by an oriental sage, it’s quite classic.
If you think the room is too dark and want to open a window here, the people living in this room will definitely not allow it.
But if you insist on removing the roof, they will come to compromise and be willing to open the window!"
T'Chaka patted the throne's vibranium armrests, which were carved into the shape of a cheetah pouncing on its prey, and asked T'Challa, who looked puzzled:
"Do you understand the meaning of this story?"
T'Challa suddenly realized:
"Father's idea is that we should first propose a condition that the countries of the world cannot accept, and then if we take a step back, they will naturally feel that they have gained an advantage and agree to our condition."
T'Chaka looked at his silly son with relief. Apart from having a lower political wisdom, he was not as stupid as his nominal fellows outside.
Controlling East Africa will not bring any practical benefits to the Wakandans, and the limited production of vibranium ore limits Wakanda's expansion intentions.
You have to know that the vibranium veins discovered in the entire Wakanda are only tens of thousands of tons. If they really interfere in the affairs of East Africa, these vibranium will be consumed in the war within a few decades.
How could it be possible for those ignorant black people outside? The people of Wakanda have been watching the chaos in the African continent for hundreds of years. If they really wanted to unify East Africa, or even the entire African continent, they would have done it long ago. Why wait until now
"Zhongguo and the United Kingdom have already agreed to our terms. Once I meet with the French and Russian representatives, I will fly to the Federation!"
T'Chaka tells T'Challa about his plan:
"I have asked Nick Fury to meet with some big names who can really influence the world situation. When everything is settled, Wakanda will become a permanent member of the World Security Council!"
"Father, what should we do with those invaders, those Hydras!" T'Challa couldn't help but ask.
If it weren't for those Hydras, Wakanda wouldn't have to be involved in this war, even though my father said it lightly.
But after a series of negotiations, to put it bluntly, it was all about using Wakanda's vibranium wealth to exchange for peace.
This made Prince T'Challa feel very depressed.
“When we in Wakanda become a member of the World Security Council, we will have the right to speak at the center of the world!”
T'Chaka laughed:
“T’Challa, no matter how rampant Hydra is, they are nothing more than rats in the gutter. They are the remnants of World War II and have long been designated as a terrorist organization.
The first policy we, Wakanda, proposed after becoming a permanent member of the World Security Council was to prevent the resurgence of ** at the meeting!
T'Challa, prepare the evidence of those intruders invading Wakanda, and I will let you speak on behalf of Wakanda at the meeting!
Remember, the future of Wakanda is yours!"
"Father! I will do it!" T'Challa looked at the crown on his father's head and nodded in response.
In a safe house in Washington, D.C., Federation, as King T'Chaka meets with French representatives.
An agent who was affiliated with Hydra and working part-time as SHIELD opened the thick bulletproof steel door of the safe house and welcomed in a sweaty blond old man.
"Where are the people?"
"Sir, there's someone inside!"
The agent guided Alexander Pierce into the back room of the safe house.
Inside this two-bedroom, two-living-room safe house, there are special forces bodyguards armed with live ammunition in front and behind the door!
After seeing Alexander Pierce, these special agents wearing SHIELD badges saluted him one after another!
In the innermost bedroom of the safe house, a black man with dreadlocks was tied to an interrogation chair with an iron muzzle in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide.
Inside the room, there were two agents in black suits guarding him closely.
From the level of security, it can be seen that these agents attach great importance to him.
"Sir!"
Seeing Alexander coming in, the two agents on duty stood up.
Alexander Pierce nodded at them and looked at the black man with dreadlocks on the torture chair.
"Woo woo" When the black man saw Alexander Pierce, he stared at him with wide eyes and cursed at him loudly.
Unfortunately, he had a mouthpiece in his mouth and could only make a humming sound.
"Sir, that's Eric Killmonger!
He graduated from Annapolis College at the age of 19, then got a graduate degree from MIT, joined the Navy SEALs and was deployed to Afghanistan.
According to our investigation, he also has another identity, that is, the nephew of the current king of Wakanda.
According to the traditions of Wakanda, he is qualified to challenge the current king.
The winner will become the new King of Wakanda!"
Alexander Pierce looked at the angry-eyed, dreadlocked black man in front of him with a look of great joy.
"Immediately arrange for someone to brainwash him. As long as we take control of Wakanda, we will be able to obtain a base with unique advantages!
Wakanda's vibranium technology is enough for us to realize our long-cherished wish since World War II!
Long live Hydra!"
"Long live Hydra!"
"Long live Hydra!"
Two agents wearing SHIELD badges responded to Alexander Pierce's slogan excitedly.
"Woo-woo—" Eric Killmonger looked at the two fanatical agents with despair and anger.
... ... .
"Your Excellency Baron, I have received news that the King of Wakanda is going to visit the Federation secretly. This is not a good thing for us!"
“I’m not sure how much intelligence he has on us. The Winter Soldier may have fallen into his hands. I need you to wake up the other Winter Soldiers!
We're going to keep this old Black Panther in the Union forever!"
After leaving the safe house, Alexander Pierce got into a black bulletproof car under the protection of several agents!
———
At New York Airport, a white plane landed on the reserved runway.
Several black cars had stopped not far from the airport runway. In front of the lead black Mercedes, Lai En, wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves, stood there waiting quietly.
After saying hello to Yuri, Kane walked down the spiral staircase of the plane with a few card soldiers.
These card soldiers were working in pairs, carrying wooden boxes that looked very heavy.
"Looks like you got a lot of mileage out of East Africa!"
Ryan looked at the boxes carried by several card soldiers and greeted Kane.
"Some Vibranium Ore, I'm sure the boss would like it!"
Kane signaled several card soldiers to carry the boxes of vibranium ore into the trunks of the cars. Of course, the boxes were not full of vibranium ore.
Some diamond ores and gold are specialties of East Africa.
"The boss is back! He's waiting for you at the manor! Let's go!"
Ryan kicked Kane to open the car door, then sat in the driver's seat and acted as driver.
"Who is the enemy this time? The Paranormal Defense Agency? Do you have any information about them?"
Lai En started the car, and a row of black cars drove directly out of the airport.
After they left, Yuri, two pilots, and two private stewardesses also got off the plane, got on the shuttle bus, and obediently went to the airport for security check.
Since 9/11, the federal government has also stepped up security checks on private jets arriving from abroad.
Originally Yuri had his own private airport, but considering Kane and the others, he landed at the nearby New York airport.
As for why Kane and his team didn't conduct a security check...
"The information in the storage box below you is what I sorted out!"
Lai En knew his brother very well and knew that the first thing he would do after getting off the plane was to ask for information about the enemy.
So I prepared the information in the storage box early.
Kane opened the co-pilot's storage box and took out a brown paper document bag. After opening it, he took out a thick stack of documents and began to flip through them silently.
For a moment, there was no other sound in the car except the rustling sound of Kane flipping through documents.
"To fight against the firemen, fishmen, hell creatures, and the dark races they have taken in, it won't be enough if we don't use card soldiers and only rely on the new recruits in the training camp!"
Kane spent more than ten minutes reading the information in the file bag and said something.
He added: "Unless you and Frank are included, or the boss takes action himself!"
Ryan drove the car and said to Kane, "The boss wants to deal with Alexander Covenas first. There is his information in the file bag!"
"Alexander Corvinus, the immortal, the owner of the first generation's perfect blood!?"
Kane pulled out a few sheets of paper and looked at the old man with white hair and beard wearing a black coat.
"The reason he attacked the boss and our place was because of those vampires?!"
"Marcus, the first generation vampire imprisoned in the Hive Laboratory and used as a blood bank, is his son!
He attacked the Hive just for him!"
Ryan told Kane about the investigation.
"We have currently found two bases of the Paranormal Management Bureau in New York, but our people have been monitoring them for a long time.
Alexander Corvinus is not at either of those bases!"
Kane turned his head and looked at Ryan—
Ryan saw the confusion in Kane's eyes and explained:
"I have spread the word that the entire New York underground is looking for him.
The Continental Hotel and several other underground intelligence agencies have also posted a reward. As long as he is still in the Federation, it will take at most two days!
I'll give you his hiding place!"
"Okay! These two days I can just work with the new recruits from the training camp!"
Kane re-read Alexander Covenas's information and fully understood who he was.
This was a habit he developed when he was in the Black Demon Special Forces. Before every mission, he would fully understand the target information.
In order to know yourself and your enemy!
"Why don't you use the card soldiers? Why send some newbies
Give me a card squad and I'll wipe out both of the Paranormal Defense Agency's bases in New York!"
After Kane looked through the records of Alexander Covenas and the firepower configuration of the Paranormal Defense Agency's base in New York, he asked Xiang Lai En!
"This is my suggestion to my boss. Although the Paranormal Defense Agency is not part of the federal government, it is a secret agency directly under the White House.
If we take full action against them, there is a high possibility that the federal military will intervene, which will affect the boss's current business!"
Ryan was concentrating on driving while answering Kane's questions:
"The main objects of observation of the Paranormal Defense Bureau are alien creatures and dark creatures.
If they want to manage and observe these dark creatures, they have no way around the Vatican!
The boss has already informed Deputy Chief Judge West and the top brass of the Paranormal Defense Bureau!
All the evidence points to Alexander Corvinus being the first to attack us.
Don't forget that our boss is also a member of the Holy Shield Brotherhood, and the Paranormal Defense Agency does not want to have a direct conflict with the Holy Shield Brotherhood.
So this matter will eventually be characterized as a personal vendetta!"
"So?" Kane still didn't understand why the card soldiers were not allowed to be used.
Ryan glanced sideways at Kane:
"A knight's revenge drama will attract a lot of attention.
The card soldiers cannot be exposed. The mass-produced superhumans will attract many coveted eyes and cause trouble for the boss!"
"I understand!" Kane nodded and looked at the file bag in his hand with some regret.
What he felt sorry for were the monsters in the briefcase that looked very strong, especially the red-skinned demon with a broken horn on his head.
He had killed vampires, werewolves, trolls, and shapeshifters, but he had never seen what a real demon looked like.
Judging from its size, it should be pretty tough!
Kane sorted the documents, put them back into the leather bag, and stuffed them back into the co-pilot's storage box.
"Where's Frank? Still in Iceland?"
A convoy of black cars drove towards Tang's Manor. After Kane asked about the mission, he began to chat with Lai En.
"Yes, they have found the mining area, but the mining area is quite large.
That mountain range is covered with snow. It will take at least ten to fifteen days to find the crater leading to the inner world!"
"With Frank's temper, can he bear it?"
Kane knew that Frank was the same as himself. It was no problem for him to fight and kill, but it was a torture for him to command people to mine and open up mountains.
"You should know how much the boss values the Underworld. The boss has issued a death order!
This time, when Frank heard about his boss being attacked, he wanted to come back from Iceland, but he was scolded by his boss! "
The two brothers Lai En and Kane were chatting, and soon the convoy arrived at the gate of Tang’s manor.
... ... ..
"roar!"
Ryan Kane and several card soldiers carrying boxes had just walked into the manor. Tang Song was standing by the artificial lake, teasing a big cat.
"roar!"
The more than three-meter-long white-browed tiger lay obediently in front of Tang Song, allowing him to stroke its head.
When the squinting tiger heard the noise, it turned around and saw Kane and his card soldiers. It suddenly stood up and roared at Kane!
"roar!"
Kane took a step forward and roared at the tiger,
As Kane let out a roar that was no less powerful than that of a real tiger, the roaring white sound waves formed a huge white tiger head in front of Kane.
Pounced towards the white-browed tiger.
“Ouch!”
The more than three-meter-tall white-browed tiger was frightened by the sudden tiger roar, and retreated step by step until it was behind Tang Song.
"Not bad, not bad! Kane, it seems that you have been practicing the White Tiger Transformation quite well during this period!"
Tang Song patted the belly of the white-browed tiger beside him. The tiger sat down obediently and put its head in Tang Song's palm.
"You've been traveling so long, let's go! I've asked someone to prepare a feast to welcome you back home!"
Tang Song patted the tiger's head, and the tiger with hanging eyes and white forehead walked to the side obediently. However, it was very cautious when passing by the edge of the artificial lake, and did not dare to let its fur get wet.
At one side, two bodyguards in black suits had prepared two buckets of large chunks of raw, bloody beef. The fierce tiger walked to the buckets and started eating!
... ... ..
A lawn reserved in the Chinese-style manor was transformed into an open-air restaurant.
A team of eight or nine chefs are busy preparing dinner!
The Japanese chef uses a sharp fish knife to cut up a tuna weighing several hundred pounds, and makes it into sashimi, sushi, steamed or braised according to the different types of fish.
He will put some parts suitable for grilling on a plate on the side, and the chef in charge of grilling will make the fish into skewers.
The fruit charcoal seemed to breathe, flickering. Under the high temperature, a chef turned the skewers in his hand, observing the heat and sprinkling some condiments such as black pepper and chili on them from time to time.
Large skewers of beef, lamb, tuna, and some unknown meats were dripping with grease on the grill, emitting an appetizing aroma.
The western chef next to him fried the steak, cut fresh vegetables, added salad, and started to make vegetable salad.
After several Chinese chefs brought out the delicious dishes with a hint of aroma and color, some maids in charge of serving the dishes covered the dishes with silver covers and brought them to the dining table nearby.
Among the busy chef team, a few figures stood out.
Skye took the two maids, Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daen, and shuttled between several busy open-air kitchens.
From time to time, I would have a few more skewers, two rolls of sushi, and a honey egg steamed with a dinosaur egg the size of an ostrich egg!
Although Gu Ziyun and Zheng Daen had undergone brain transformation, their sense of taste was not affected, and they soon became like Sky, with their mouths full of oil.
Kane had just walked over with Tang Song when his eyes were attracted by a roasted camel on the huge grill!
The camel being roasted red on the grill was dripping with golden fat.
"We're a bit pressed for time. According to the traditional Arabic method, this roasted whole camel should be roasted for three days and two nights. I asked them to roast it in the oven for seven or eight hours before putting it on the grill. I'll try it later to see how it tastes!"