Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 151 T’Chaka’s Political Wisdom Farewell

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 151 T’Chaka’s Political Wisdom Farewell

"Father, the representative of Zhongguo is here, right outside!"

In the Wakanda Palace, T'Chaka, who had just finished with Nick Fury, was sitting on the throne, stroking the vibranium armrest next to the throne, with a complicated look on his face, and he didn't know 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, the heir to the throne of Wakanda.

T'Challa shook his head.

A trace of disappointment flashed in T'Chaka's eyes: "I ask you again, do you know why we, Wakanda, have been able to be independent from the world's conflicts for so many years?"

"It's because our Wakanda technology and military strength lead the world for decades..."

T'Challa said confidently without any hesitation.

T'Chaka sighed: "You are wrong, T'Challa. What really keeps us Wakanda independent and apart from the world's strife is the camouflage barrier. It is our seclusion and hiding enough!"

T'Challa didn't understand what his father meant.

In his impression, Wakanda is powerful and invincible. The reason why his father forbids Wakanda from communicating with the outside world is to protect people outside.

Why does it sound like he is protecting them now?

"Father, it's not like I haven't seen the strength of the big countries in the World Security Council.

In other words, Zhongguo's immature railgun has some deterrent effect, but other aircraft and cannons cannot cause any harm to our Wakanda fighter planes!

If you hadn't kept asking us to exercise restraint, we would have beaten away those coalition forces outside!"

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, and do you know how many people there are in the outside world?"

T'Chaka stood up from the throne, walked 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 in World War II. They developed energy pulse weapons decades ago!

Those big countries all hide their true strength..."

"But our vibranium technology in Wakanda is as good as any other country!"

T'Challa looked at his father stiffly, still confident in his country.

"Even if my father wants peace talks, he can start the peace talks after defeating the enemies outside, so that we can also take the initiative in the peace talks!

As long as you allow me to mobilize vibranium fighter planes, I will be able to annihilate them all in less than a day!"

"What if you push them too hard and the enemy blows up the Armas River?"

Looking at his unruly and bellicose son, T'Chaka asked a question.

Exploded the Armas River?

T'Challa opened his mouth wide, unable to answer.

Why did the enemy want to bomb the Armas River? What would happen if the river was bombed? He had not considered these issues at all.

"Ninety percent of our country's food irrigation and domestic water comes from the Armas River. As long as the Armas River is cut off and they don't attack, our entire country will be close to paralysis..."

T'Chaka looked at his only heir with some disappointment. He was brave enough but lacked political wisdom.

Wakanda has really let go of its national policy of seclusion. After his death, can this son really support Wakanda?

"Come on, come with me to meet with Representative Zhong Guo. By the way, ask Susan to bring the prepared information..."

"Father!" T'Challa looked at his father who seemed to have aged much for a moment, feeling a little at a loss.

"Do you know why I must let Wakanda join the World Security Council?"

"Because of rationality, since Wakanda intends to hide it from the outside world, it must appear as a world power in order to scare away the wolves and hyenas who covet vibranium..."

"There is no better way to flex Wakanda's muscle than to become a permanent member of the World Security Council..."

"No, no, the five countries on the World Security Council are not of the same mind. As long as there are enough interests, they will agree..."

On the way from the main hall of the palace to the drawing room, the old king tried his best to explain to his son his political intentions in doing this.

"The World Security Council says it has five permanent members, but in fact there are only three.

They compete with each other, check and balance,

We took out some of the vibranium technology from decades ago,

Like a carrot dangled in front of a donkey, to them,

Falling behind the other two countries in vibranium development is a failure. Only by mediating with them can we, Wakanda, obtain greater benefits!"

"But, father, vibranium is limited! If we allow vibranium to be exported, what will happen in our country?"

"Yes, vibranium is limited, T'Challa, even if I don't agree with the vibranium trade, how long can Wakanda's vibranium be mined!

We have fallen out with all the countries in the world because of vibranium. Once the vibranium resources are exhausted, it will be a disaster for Wakanda!"

……………

Allied Forces French Foreign Legion Station

Baron Strucker inspected the military camp with an ugly expression.

Just now Alexander Pierce asked him for someone,

Yesterday, a Hydra special service team led by the Winter Soldier infiltrated into Wakanda through the secret passage he provided.

As a result, day and night, they seemed to disappear from the world and lost contact directly. For this reason, Alexander called him specifically to question him about this matter.

The two had a quarrel over this and broke up unhappy.

As a member of the Hydra, Baron Strucker is not afraid of Alexander Pierce, the head of the snake.

However, it was the first time for Strack to be pointed at and scolded by a junior.

The last person who dared to do this to him was Adolf Hitler!

"Hello everyone, this is where our Foreign Legion is stationed. There are subsidies between wars, but not much.

It’s about 15,000 or 20,000 per month!

This old man wants to see a gun. Okay, let's take the little gifts away.

This old man wants to see the M24 pressed with one hand...!"

Baron Strucker was inspecting the barracks. When he reached a tent, he heard a burst of shouts in Chinese.

He wasn't surprised at first.

Because the French Foreign Legion itself is composed of approximately 8,000 volunteers from 136 countries and regions.

It is normal for some languages ​​from other countries to appear.

But the more Straker stood outside the door and listened, the more he felt something was abnormal.

As a German officer in the Third Reich during World War II, Baron Strucker was fluent in five languages: German, English, French, Chinese and Japanese.

The noisy sound inside made him open the tent directly.

"What are you doing?"

Straker looked at the group of soldiers gathered together with a livid face, and his eyes fell on the fat Asian man with a round face in the crowd who was holding a mobile phone.

The round-faced little fat man hid his cell phone in his arms in a panic, and saluted Strack:

"Sir, we are connecting to the outside world through the network and asking a group of field commanders to help us analyze the battlefield situation!"

"Hand over your phone!"

Looking at the extended hand wearing a black leather glove, the round-faced fat man handed over his mobile phone with a grimace.

"Sir! Captain Kane wants to see you!"

Just when the round-faced little fat man immediately put the phone in Straker's hand,

An adjutant came in, saluted Baron Strucker and said.

"Kane!" Straker was a little confused, but he had been coveting this talent for a long time and had always wanted to have him under his command.

Struck showed Cao Cao's attitude of welcoming Xu You barefoot, ignored the round-faced fat man and the group of soldiers, and turned around and walked out of the tent.

………………

The French Foreign Legion is stationed in Strack's private tent.

Baron Strucker personally made two cups of coffee for Kane, and before he could stir the coffee evenly with a spoon, he heard Kane's intention.

"Kane, you want to leave East Africa!?"

My laptop will arrive tomorrow, and I finally don’t have to use my phone to code. My hands hurt.

I bought a notebook for 1,000 yuan. I can’t do anything except code. I hope I can do code.

(End of chapter)