Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 152 Big Chapter (Brothers who support books, please subscribe to this chapter and I will see how many people have read this book)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 152 Big Chapter (Brothers who support books, please subscribe to this chapter and I will see how many people have read this book)

"Major Kane, I kept you waiting!"

Straker returned to his military camp and 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 upright, like a fine iron pillar inserted into the ground.

Straker waved to the adjutant who was following him to leave and went to greet him.

"Mr. Strack, I am no longer a soldier, you can just call me Kane!"

Kane looked at Strucker who had an eager face and nodded.

"Come in and chat!" Straker opened the tent and walked in.

Kane followed Strack into Strack's temporary residence in the military camp.

The army-green military tent was unusually simple inside, with basically nothing except a folding bed, a simple table, and a few folding chairs.

Strack dug out a can of black coffee from under the folding bed, took out two military green teacup-style water cups, and brewed two cups of coffee with hot water from the military kettle.

"Sit anywhere you want, my place is a bit shabby and I don't have anything to entertain you.

This is the black ivory coffee they gave me when I came to East Africa. It tastes good, try it!”

Strack picked up a cup of coffee and handed it to Kane. He picked up a cup himself and sat on the folding camp chair.

Kane placed the beer in the corner of the tent, took the coffee, and sat across from Strack.

"According to the current battlefield situation, there will basically be no large-scale battles between Wakanda and the coalition forces.

You are right to choose to leave East Africa at this time,

But have you decided where to go next?"

Baron Strucker tasted the bitter black coffee with a burnt aroma and asked:

"Should you continue to choose to be a mercenary, or go back and be the president of your security company?"

Before Kane could answer, Strack continued:

"Kane, with your experience in the Black Devil Special Forces,

He has demonstrated extraordinary tactical command ability on the battlefield, and being an executive officer of a small security company is really an underachievement!"

"A person like you is really willing to be a mercenary!? I have a job here that will allow you to show your talents. I wonder if you are interested?"

Kane held the coffee cup in his hand and looked at the impeccable veteran in front of him.

If it weren't for his boss's reminder, it would be hard for him to imagine that the man in front of him could be related to the notorious Hydra.

"Thank you for your kindness!

I'm sorry, but ever since the Black Devil Special Forces were forced to disband, I have sworn that I will never serve any country, whether it is Germany, the Federation, or France!"

Baron Strucker looked at Kane with a determined 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 its head of state who deserve my allegiance have been lost in the tide of history!"

"We fight for ourselves!

Kane! I lack a brave knight,

With your abilities, you deserve a better life, power, money, and beautiful women! As long as you want it, I can satisfy you!"

Strucker stared at Kane, observing his reaction.

Although Hydra claims to be an organization to the outside world, there are many factions internally, and the most powerful one now is Alexander Pierce.

At the end of World War II, after the victory, the federal government targeted top German scientists and experts and transferred a large number of German experts and high-level researchers to the federal government.

This Paperclip Project gave the Federation its technological dominance for nearly half a century after the war.

But it was precisely because of this plan of the Federation that Hydra successfully broke into the Strategic Science Corps, the predecessor of SHIELD!

The original Alexander Pierce was also one of them!

Later, the Strategic Science Corps was reorganized into the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau!

Alexander Pierce, the man chosen by Agent Carter, suddenly became the first director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Therefore, SHIELD, under the leadership of Alexander Pierce, became a hotbed for the growth of Hydra.

It can be said that Hydra's power relies on S.H.I.E.L.D., and it has even grown larger and more cunning than during World War II.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is like the sun. No one would have thought that underneath the strongest sunlight, there is the biggest black hole.

Even Strucker had to admit that it was precisely because of Alexander Pierce that Hydra was able to thrive like this.

However, this does not mean that Strucker 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 who deserves his loyalty except himself.

It’s just that his power was destroyed by the Howling Commandos during World War II. Although it has developed over the years,

But compared to Alexander Pierce who relies on S.H.I.E.L.D., he is still far behind.

During the time Kane came to East Africa, he had been observing Kane's combat level and tactical command ability.

Looking at Kane's outstanding battlefield performance, he finally decided to extend an olive branch to Kane.

There is no doubt about the role of a qualified combat commander. Alexander Pierce relied on the convenience of SHIELD to recruit a group of elite combat commanders.

Outstanding is like a crossbones, both in terms of individual combat ability and battlefield command ability.

But according to his evaluation of Kane these days, Kane's strength is far better than Crossbones!

Kane looked at Strucker in astonishment, not expecting that the Hydra organization he was still pretending to be yesterday would invite him to join.

Kane hesitated a little and began to think about what the boss would decide if he were here.

With the boss's personality, he would definitely happily join the Hydra, eat them dry, and then kick them away.

"Mr. Strack, I have no plans to change my boss yet. I'll leave it to the future!"

Kane shook his head. In the end, he failed to learn from his boss's shamelessness and rejected Strack directly.

There was no dissatisfaction on Strack'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 retiring.

According to his understanding, after Kane left the German army, he had been hanging out with a gang leader in New York.

It took two or three years to help a small gangster become the biggest gang leader in New York.

Although the information provided by the informant was mixed with some false information, such as how fierce and capable the gang leader was.

However, in Strack's eyes, apart from the fact that he was a suspected mutant, he did not take Tang and Song seriously.

In his opinion, the reason why Tang Song became the boss of the New York underworld was the result of the support of the two brothers Kane and Lane and dozens of former Dark Devil special forces soldiers.

He is worthy of being the former commander of the Black Devil Special Forces. He is capable, loyal enough and does not take credit!

"It's okay, I just made a suggestion, you can consider it slowly, don't rush to reply to me!

After a while, I will go to New York to visit your employer, and I will have a good talk with him!"

Straker thought about it, and he became more and more fond of Kane. He waved his hand and said:

"I think your boss is a reasonable person and would not bear to let a war horse be trapped in the hands of the miller!"

Visit the boss, are you serious?!

Kane looked at Straker as if he were a fat pig who had been taken advantage of and ran to the butcher with a knife in his mouth.

With great perseverance and his mutant ability of muscle control, he could barely control his distorted facial expressions.

"Kane, are you in such a hurry to return to New York? Have you encountered something? I also have some connections in the Federation. I can help with some minor troubles!"

Watching Kane finish a cup of coffee, Strack poured him another cup, poured the coffee and asked.

Upon hearing Strucker's words, Kane's face suddenly turned cold:

"Someone sent out gunmen to assassinate my boss and wipe out our place. Although the boss is fine, we always pay attention to blood for blood and tooth for tooth!"

Looking at Kane's serious expression, Strack was a little unimpressed. In his opinion, these were just fights between gangs.

During World War II, he faced encirclement and suppression by the Allied Howling Commandos and several Allied divisions.

"202******!" Strucker read out a string of numbers and said to Kane:

"This is the phone number of one of my subordinates. He has some manpower there. If there is not enough manpower in New York, just call this number!"

Kane silently wrote down the phone number, and after drinking a cup of black coffee with Strack, he stood up and said goodbye to Strack.

"Mr. Strack, it's getting late! I have to catch a plane, so I won't bother you!"

Strack sent Kane outside the French barracks and watched him get into the Humvee before turning back to the barracks.

"Boss, this is what happened, what should I do?"

A convoy of five military Humvees drove towards a military airport temporarily built by the coalition forces.

Kane held the satellite phone in his hand and reported what had just happened to Boss Tang.

On Monaco Beach, Tang Song was only wearing beach pants, lying on a beach chair, with a sunhat covering his face and a satellite phone in his hand.,

Under the visor, two balls of silver light floated between his nose, and he breathed in and out continuously.

Wrapped in these two groups of silver light were his two sword pills. With every breath he took,

The two extremely strong Taibai essences in both lungs were poured into the two sword pills.

During this period, thanks to the secret technique of dual cultivation, the Taibai essence between the lungs in the Tang and Song Dynasties could be said to be extremely abundant.

Under the nourishment of Taibai Essence, the specific form and shape of the two sword pills can no longer be seen at this time.

From the outside, it looks like just two big groups of silver brilliance.

With the breathing of Tang and Song Dynasties, it kept vibrating and beating, like the heart in the human chest, like a living thing.

"Since others are kind enough to help, we shouldn't be polite either.

Ryan has figured out the situation of the Paranormal Defense Agency, which is a federal secret agency directly responsible to the owner of the White House!"

While Tang and Song were refining their swords, they were talking on the phone with Kane.

"Interestingly, the Paranormal Defense Bureau investigator in charge of New York is named Alexander Coventis!"

"The source of that vampire ancestor!?"

Kane was slightly stunned. They had dealt with vampires once or twice in New York. Naturally, they had heard the name Alexander Coventis from some vampires!

"Boss, what are you going to do?"

The Humvee drove into the military airport at this time. At the most obvious location of the airport, there was a white transport plane parked. From a distance, Kane saw a middle-aged man in a suit waiting in front of the plane.

"You have been following me for more than three years, Kane. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss?

I've transferred back a group of gunners from the Siberian training camp, you take them to see the blood!

By the way, I'm borrowing some manpower from Mr. Strack. Since that old gentleman gave me a surprise, I naturally want to give him a big gift too!"

"Yes! Boss!"

Hearing a blind tone from the other end of the satellite phone, Kane hung up the phone, stepped out of the Humvee, and shook hands with Yuri who came over!

"I'm going to trouble you again, Yuri!"

Yuri, a big arms dealer, looked high-spirited and greeted Kane warmly.

"Mr. Kane, you're welcome. I've just finished delivering the goods and I'm going back to New York. I just happened to be on my way!"

For arms dealers, war is often an opportunity to make a fortune. During this period, Yuri hired a team of Kane's to shuttle around the battlefield and visit the drinking tables of high-ranking federal officers.

He even established a connection with Baron Strucker through Kane's relationship and purchased a batch of "damaged" equipment currently in service from various countries at low prices from within the coalition forces.

This batch of equipment is resold to South Africa, Afghanistan, and the Middle East, and the profit can be tripled at least.

"Is there still goods on the plane?" Kane looked at the plane and frowned. Yuri had never told him about this!

"It won't take long. It's a batch of guns purchased by a Somali rebel force.

The money has been paid, we can just take a detour in the air and airdrop the things directly to the sea area they designated!"

Yuri saw something was wrong with Kane's expression and quickly explained.

He did not dare to offend Kane. Among the coalition forces of various countries, the French army had the latest weapons, and this was also thanks to Kane's matchmaking.

And 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 Japanese Metropolitan Police characterized this incident as a wildfire.

Yuri still dares not let anyone know that the mortars were transported into Tokyo through his channels.

Kane nodded upon hearing this and directed a few soldiers to carry the wooden boxes from the Humvee onto the plane.

Yuri glanced at the wooden boxes that looked extremely heavy. Although he was a little curious, he knew very well that curiosity killed the cat.

In an old forest in Siberia, there is a secret training camp base built of logs.

Each of the students, who were strong in stature and filled with cold and murderous aura, were selected after strict screening.

The leader of the team was a Germanic man with a straight nose, blue eyes, and wearing a straight military uniform.

He is the number two person in the entire Siberian training camp. All the students only know his code name is King of Spades, and he is in charge of all training in the training camp.

Among the Spades Soldiers, his status is only below that of Commander Kane.

At this time, he was also leading the newly selected gunmen to give training.

"The twenty-eight of you are all the best shooters in our training camp. Each of you has passed countless life and death tests to stand here.

There is no doubt that you represent the physical limit that the entire human race can currently achieve.

But you have to know that there are many powerful existences in this world that are worthy of your life to challenge.

The boss has sent an order for you to set off immediately to perform a mission with Commander Kane."

Spades K's eyes were swirling with turbulent waves like the sea, his eyes bright and crazy as he stared at the twenty-eight gunmen lined up in front of him.

These people are not all Russians. Their races include almost all races and skin colors on the earth.

There are blacks, whites, Asians, and even brown-skinned Indians.

There were so many people standing together, varying in height, but they all stood upright with their hands behind their backs, like fine iron stakes.

So close, Spades K himself couldn't even hear the breathing and heartbeat of these people, they were cold and cruel, like a row of metal dolls.

"Do you still remember your original intention of coming here? To become a supernatural being! Have the power to look down on those mutants and superheroes.

Now the opportunity is in front of you, as long as you can complete the boss's order, you can become such an existence."

The King of Spades spoke fluent English, and his words were already somewhat sensational and encouraging, but these twenty-eight men had a cold face and did not even move their eyes.

Standing there, staring at everyone's faces, his ears twitched slightly,

It was not until finally convinced that these people did not cause the slightest change in their heartbeat and blood because of their inflammatory remarks,

The King of Spades nodded with satisfaction, the crazy look in his eyes faded away like a tide, and only a gloomy look appeared on his face.

Buzz buzz! Buzz buzz!

"roar"!

Two helicopters landed from a high altitude, and the sound of wind caused by the rotation of the propellers was faintly mixed with the roar of tigers!

Bang!

Before a helicopter landed, the huge iron cage hanging down from the helicopter fell to the ground first. In the iron cage, a three-meter-long tiger roared.

The mountain forest was shaken by it, and all the birds in the dense forest were frightened!

A green figure jumped down from the helicopter and landed steadily in front of the K of Spades.

The strong figure of nearly two and a half meters, with a head that is half human and half lizard, a strong body, and a swinging lizard tail, looks like a large humanoid lizard!

"I've been through the whole forest, but this tiger is the only one big enough to be a gift to the boss!"

As the lizard man spoke, the green skin on his body became lighter, the lizard tail shortened, and finally disappeared.

Under the envious gazes of all the trained gunmen, he transformed into a tall, strong, naked Germanic man.

…………

Wakanda Palace Conference Room.

A secret meeting destined not to be acknowledged is taking place quietly.

In front of the long conference table, an elegant-looking middle-aged Asian man was flipping through the information 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 the King, your requirements are too harsh!

Don’t say we can’t agree to the actual control of the entire East Africa.

Even if we vote in favor on the World Security Council, your request will not be passed!"

"Mr. Zhang!" T'Chaka pointed at a piece of content in the document with his fat finger and said:

"If you can support us, in addition to agreeing to export ten tons of vibranium ore per year,

Privately, we can even out another five tons from our daily reserves and sell them to China!"

Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Your Majesty the King, this is not a matter of how much vibranium ore there is.

You have to know that the situation in Africa is very complicated, especially East Africa, which was once a British colony. Look at its geographical location!"

Mr. Zhang took the map of East Africa from the side of the table and laid it flat in front of T'Chaka.

He pressed a point on the map with his finger, looked at T'Chaka and said:

"Who do you think would trust others to occupy this kind of traffic artery?"

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 three continents: Asia, Africa and Europe, guarding the gateway from the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean.

Oil tankers and merchant ships entering the Red Sea and the Mediterranean must pass through this gateway.

Large oil tankers that detour around the Cape of Good Hope also need to pass through the waters of eastern Somalia.

Currently, 14% of the world’s maritime trade and 30% of oil transportation 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 powerful country to emerge here.

"Mr. Zhang, compared to the Federation, I have the most favorable 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, took a breath, and wiped his glasses. His casual attitude made T'Chaka, who was talking about China-Africa friendship, a little embarrassed.

"I know that the conditions we have offered make it difficult for you. You have also seen our vibranium fighter. The vibranium energy-absorbing 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 peace negotiations, I am willing to transfer this technology to China for free!"

Mr. Zhang paused and put his glasses back on. His eyes under the thick lenses stared at T'Chaka, as if he could read his thoughts:

"Wakanda's vibranium technology itself is based on vibranium ore. If all our fighters use this vibranium paint, Wakanda's vibranium production cannot keep up, and we will be at the mercy of others!"

T'Chaka smiled awkwardly and explained: "Mr. Zhang, vibranium ore is metal and a resource that can be recycled and reused. The paint consumed by a fighter plane will not exceed 0.5 kilograms!

The vibranium Wakanda exports to you every year alone is enough for 20,000 fighter planes. As far as I know, the number of fighter planes currently in service in your country is only more than 3,000!"

"Five vibranium fighters, as well as Wakanda's outer energy shield technology! I can assure you on behalf of 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 an expression of no surprise on his face and settled for the next best thing: "To be honest, we don't value vibranium fighters, but we just can't bear to continue this war!"

"One!" T'Chaka looked at Mr. Zhang's shameless face, struggled for a long time, stretched out a finger and said: "We can sell your country a vibranium fighter!"

"Two, plus an additional ten tons of vibranium ore every year!" Mr. Zhang stood up, put his hands on the long table coated with vibranium, and stared at T'Chaka.

T'Chaka and Mr. Zhang looked at each other for a few minutes, seeming to flinch: "Okay, two is just two, but the vibranium ore is only fifteen tons per year, so there is no need to negotiate!"

"Okay, let's make it a deal. I will ask someone to give you some foreign exchange accounts later. In there is the money for us to buy fighter jets.

You just need to find someone to fly the vibranium fighter plane into our waters and crash it.

We will say to the outside world that these two fighter jets were shot down by us. After all, there is a precedent and it will not affect His Majesty the King's subsequent negotiations!"

T'Challa, who was sitting aside and listening, was confused. He didn't understand what "Zhang" meant.

If you really want to buy a fighter jet, shouldn't you just pay the money and deliver the goods? Why do you have to do it so responsibly?

"Haha, the deal is done. I hope you can stand with us in Wakanda in the subsequent World Security Council vote-"

T'Chaka understood the meaning of Mr. Zhang's words, and he couldn't help but look at Mr. Zhang. This military attache of Zhongguo's embassy in Sudan must have other identities.

This is an obvious thing, otherwise he would not be qualified to come here to negotiate with him. It is a pity that Wakanda's intelligence agency cannot penetrate into the east.

Otherwise, he will be able to know the identity of "Mr. Zhang" and take the initiative in the negotiation.

In a remote corner of Wakanda, a gap appeared in the blue energy barrier.

Prince T'Challa sent Mr. Zhang out and watched him get into the car that came to pick him up.

"Colonel Wen!"

Not long after the off-road vehicle started, a middle-aged man couldn't help but speak. He just wanted to ask Mr. Zhang!

Mr. Zhang stretched out his finger to his mouth, took out an instrument from the car storage compartment, and scanned his whole body.

"Minister Liu, you can speak now!"

After confirming that there was no monitoring equipment on him, Colonel Wen finally spoke.

"How did the negotiations go? The country is very concerned about this!" Minister Zhang then said.

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 remained indifferent to the African continent for so many years.

With their technological level, a few decades ago, taking advantage of World War II, it would have been easy to unify the African continent!"

"What do the Wakandans want?" Minister Chang asked!

Colonel Wen thought over and over in his mind the documents he had read, T'Chaka's expression during the conversation, and the expression on the black prince's face.

"No matter what they want, it is certainly not as demanding as the control in East Africa!

The sincerity shown by Wakanda is not enough to gain control of the entire East Africa, and buying a seat on the World Security Council is almost enough!"

"Father, the French representative is here!"

Wakanda, in the palace, T'Challa hesitates to speak!

"You want to ask 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 want Wakanda to become a permanent member of the World Security Council?"

(End of chapter)