A certain man from the motherland

"I didn't expect that there is such a great young man in the mercenary world. He is a SEAL and has participated in the war in Afghanistan. He has killed more than hundreds of people under his command in his twenties. He is called Killmonger - the Killer Trafficker."

"If I had known about him earlier, I would have tried to get him under my control."

Crowe was quite surprised and sighed.

People in his profession never have too many good people, especially elites like this.

"The man is downstairs, but can you tell me why you are looking for him?"

After saying a few words, Crowe stared at Ron and asked with a cautious smile, seemingly curious.

"I'm going to kill people for you? Aren't you powerful enough? In my eyes, you look scarier than a ghost."

"There are very few things on this earth that I care about, and Wakanda is one."

"The huge vibranium mine, the advanced technology that is decades ahead of the earth, the heart-shaped grass that stimulates the potential of the human body..."

Standing up and looking at the green mountains in the distance with his hands behind his hands, Ron briefly explained his purpose.

In addition to keeping himself on the road to strength, there are two things he wants to solve.

The X-Men universe's means of defense against nuclear bombs, and the Black Robe universe's stable No. 5 compound that can be used by adults.

"Wakanda, that place, maybe it can solve two things for me at the same time?"

"Well, you really know a lot about Wakanda."

"But, stuff? Isn't it a country?"

The external image of Wakanda is just that of a poor indigenous African country. Ron actually knew so much. After being surprised, Crowe looked confused.

"In my eyes, it is just a thing, something I can get whenever I want."

Turning back, his eyes were cold and contemptuous.

Having deeply experienced the power of Wakanda, Crow couldn't help but be surprised to see that he didn't take a powerful country that was ahead of the earth in technology for decades.

"Is it possible that you want to be the king of Wakanda?"

He looked up and down at Ron with strange eyes, he paused and said again.

"Although this ideal is very good, with all due respect, you don't seem to have the qualifications to be the king of that country."

"You know... no matter how developed it is, it is an indigenous African country."

The skin color doesn't match, and it's a hereditary monarchy country with deep-rooted ancient ideas.

After saying that, he turned around and gave instructions on the intercom.

A black man was brought up. He was tall and strong, with dreadlocks and dark skin. He had a fierce temperament that had been tempered by war and human life.

"I think he is more qualified to be the king there than you are..."

Crowe spread his hands and joked at Ron.

But he didn't notice that Eric's eyelids seemed to twitch when he was brought up with a serious expression, and Ben Ben glanced at him in vague shock.

"You are right."

"He is of Wakanda noble blood, and he has the legal qualifications to become the king compared to me."

There was no rebuttal, Ron looked at Eric with a cold voice, without any hesitation.

"I will achieve my goal through him."

"He? Of Wakandan noble blood?"

Crowe was still smiling at first, but when he saw the future Leopard Eric's face turned ugly, he stopped laughing.

"Is he really that?"

"Who are you?

How did you know!"

Seeing that his identity was exposed, Eric took out a dagger from his boot with quick and sharp movements, like a leopard, quickly kidnapped Crowe, stared at Ron, and asked sternly.

Ron looked at him playfully and ignored him.

"Let the boss go, you can't get out of here."

The two men who brought Eric up quickly took out their guns and pointed them at him, but they did not dare to act rashly.

A dozen men from downstairs also rushed up and pointed their guns at Eric fiercely.

"Damn it, how could you search me?"

Cursing, a dagger was pressed against his neck, his life was in the hands of others, Crow raised his hands to threaten softly.

"Hey, calm down, you know this is my territory, right?"

"Uriks, do you think I don't know where you got your vibranium?

You shameful thief, every inch of your vibranium, your wealth, and your power is stained with my father’s blood!”

The hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years burst out, and Eric the Leopard roared with excitement and anger.

"Well, it seems you are really."

His heart sank, the enemy's son came to the door, Crow looked ugly and asked Ron for help, raised his hands and begged.

"You knew his identity but didn't tell me, but it hurt me badly. Shouldn't you resolve this matter?"

Eric's father is Ni'Jobu, the younger brother of T'Chaka, the current king of Wakanda. More than ten years ago, when Ni'Jobu was conducting undercover activities in the United States, he believed that his black compatriots were living in dire straits.

He wanted to share vibranium with compatriots in other countries, share Wakanda technology, and overthrow oppression, so Ulysses Klaue jointly planned and cooperated, invaded Wakanda and stole a large amount of vibranium.

Of course, Crow's goal was just vibranium. He deceived Ni'job, so he had no interest in rescuing the black people. Then Ni'job died at the hands of T'Challa.

"Seriously, if your father is still alive, you should really take a look at the world today. Although the bottom class has not changed much, the lives of you black people at the top are extremely nourishing. Regardless of status, everyone must treat it with caution."

"You are not allowed to laugh at my father!"

Eric said excitedly.

"Do you remember the deal between me and you?"

In the tense atmosphere of the confrontation between the two parties, Ron Shishi sat down and held his head to entertain the two of them, as if he were watching two animals fighting under his arrangement in a beast fight.

"You help me find him, and I will let you get what you want, let King T'Challa of Wakanda die."

"Remember, of course I remember."

Crow hopes Ron can save him.

"Now I'll make a deal with you too."

He turned his eyes to Eric and chuckled.

"What deal?"

"I will help you get out of this predicament and help you kill your enemies. After you ascend the throne of Wakanda, you will obey my orders from now on."

Of course Ron's plan won't be that simple, but that's enough for this leopard.

"My enemies include him!"

Eric pressed the dagger into Crow's neck.

"certainly.

I mean that includes him."

"Okay." Eric didn't think for too long and agreed. There were hundreds of mercenaries here, as well as heavy weapons. He had no confidence that he could get out of here alive. Only by surviving would he have everything.

"Huh?" Why did Crowe feel that something was wrong? He said in disbelief: "Didn't you promise to help me get revenge?"

"Yes, I will help you take revenge and kill T'Challa, but I didn't promise that you must live."

Ron spread his hands, eyes filled with coldness, and said slowly.

"And you think I don't know about your little tricks behind your back?"

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