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T'Chaka stared at the leopard-shaped helmet in front of him. This is an ancestral craft. Although the material has been improving, the appearance of the leopard's head has never changed.

"Your Majesty, here we are!" A female voice interrupted Tchaka's contemplation. He turned to look behind him. Two bald female guards in red woven battle uniforms and holding Zhenjin spears were looking at him respectfully.

"Okoye!"

"Your Majesty, I'm here!" The female guard on the right raised her head, not knowing what her Majesty was calling her.

"Am I getting old?"

"Your Majesty?" Okoye looked at the king in front of him. There was no doubt that Tchaka was a good king. After he succeeded to the throne, Guangkanda, ah no, the contradictions between the tribes in Wakanda were resolved. Relief, the national life is happier, and the king is not satisfied with the success, he also changed the foreign policy of Wakanda before, and actively participated in international affairs. At the same time, he sent many Wakanda elites to conduct intelligence collection activities in various countries. Help the isolated Wakanda understand the world.

But even the strongest lion will grow old one day. As the guardian of Wakanda, every king will drink the heart-shaped grass juice known as the Wakanda honey potion.

This purple grass juice is like the super soldier serum injected by the US team. It can turn a weak boy into a strong man with chest muscles that can crush people. Well, the effect may not be as powerful as the super soldier medicine, but it is also a human body strengthening medicine. Enhance the attributes of the user, the strong are stronger, and most importantly, the heart-shaped grass can also strengthen the spiritual will of the user.

However, heart-shaped grass alone will not help users increase their lifespan.

Today's T'Chaka is in his fifties, and his strong figure is long gone, but he still goes into battle without hesitation, just for one person.

Ulysses Crowe, this man led an army to invade the peaceful Wakanda more than ten years ago, and also colluded with Tchaka's good brothers to steal Wakanda's incomparably precious wealth. Stored vibranium, and after stealing vibranium, in order to get rid of Wakanda's pursuers, Ulysses Crowe also detonated a giant cloud bomb on the border.

Wakanda, who suffered heavy casualties, regarded the other party as a major concern. Tchaka has been attacking continuously for more than ten years, trying to bring the other party back to the country to be brought to justice, but the other party is as cunning as the loach. King Ka can catch him every time he sees it, but in the end he will run away.

"Your Majesty, we just scanned the entire building and found no trace of Crow. Did he escape?"

"No, Ulysses Claude is also a good student now. We are going to arrest him. Why doesn't he want to kill us? He must be here, waiting for us to appear!" Tchaka looked at Yu Zhenjin in front of him. The real image depicted by the rosary suddenly asked: "Who are the people who came tonight, have you checked their identities?"

"Arms dealers, brokers, and several private defense contractors! These guys are not worth mentioning!" Okoye looked at the information on the tablet in his hand and said contemptuously.

"It's not worth mentioning, you underestimate them, Okoye!" Tchaka swiped the screen to Fisher's head.

"Fisher Adams, his Atlas, is now almost the largest private armed force in the world. They have large-scale armed forces stationed in many countries in Africa, and even the nearest military base is only a short distance from Wakanda. Less than eight hundred kilometers!"

"But they're still using outdated firearms!"

"Their weapons and weapons are not much worse than ours!" Tchaka remembered the micro-drone energy weapons and intelligent tracking weapons that the giants used when dealing with African warlords. If it wasn't for his acquaintances in the Mozambican government, he would I would never have thought that the level of technology in the outside world is rapidly approaching Wakanda.

"And this Macallan, Okoye, never underestimate them!"

"I overstepped, Your Majesty!"

"No, I can't blame you, it's just that we rely too much on vibranium, you know? I'm looking for a new way to keep our country going, so that if one day our vibranium runs out, It can also be developed with other technologies!" Tchaka sighed.

Thanks to the convenience brought by Zhenjin, Wakanda has always been independent from the world, which not only allows them to have a prosperous life, but also cultivates the mentality of Wakanda's superiority. They are the number one in the world. Vibranium has been integrated into every aspect of their lives. The transportation is vibranium, the clothes are vibrating, and even the shoes are vibrating. However, vibranium is a non-renewable resource, brought by meteorites. Wakanda's vibranium mining is complete, so where does Wakanda go? In fact, it's not that the kings of all dynasties have not thought about this problem, but there is no solution. Asking for help from foreign forces will only make others covet their vibranium. Showing off on the outside is like a navigator who blazes new trails.

"Your Majesty, Crowe has appeared!"

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Under the guidance of the waiter, Fisher came to his seat. I don't know if it was intentional or not. The owner of the auction placed Fisher and McCarron in the left and right positions of the corridor. McCarron, who was lining up the bodyguards, and Fisher's three people looked a little shabby.

As all the guests were seated, the spotlights on the auction venue suddenly went out, leaving only the spotlights on the high platform in the center of the venue.

"Come on, the main player is playing!" Fisher, with Erlang's legs crossed, took out his mobile phone, but found that there was no signal.

"Looks like they blocked all signals except our overclocking communication! How's it going outside? Prophet?" Putting the phone in his pocket, Fisher took out another Bluetooth headset and put it on.

"Another group of people, all with heavy firepower, are they transporting something, scout, scan it to see what it is?"

"Received!" The scout lying on the lawn with the gunner not far away released a bionic drone the size of a dragonfly and controlled it to fly over.

The Dragonfly drone quietly landed on the box carried by several armed men, and then a small pulse transmitter popped out of its abdomen.

"Okay, now let's see what's inside?" The scout pressed the control panel, and a pulse wave was sent from the drone and landed on the box.

"???" After waiting for a few seconds, the scout who found no echo fired again, but still no feedback was received.

"The pulse is absorbed! It should be what we want!" The scout controlled the drone to return and reported to Fisher.

"Well, then keep an eye on it, this thing was commandeered by the giant god tonight!"

While Fisher was arguing about arranging affairs, a tall blond woman in an open-back white long dress took the microphone and stepped onto the high stage.

"Welcome to France, my mother always said that France is a very beautiful country, and there are very deep memories of her here, as well as for me. After her death, everything here remains the same, and I , and will still provide you with such a platform to communicate, my mother is convinced of the paradox, so I wish you a happy evening!"

"Head, I've found her identity, Margaret Mays, her mother is Mrs. Mays, a former international arms dealer, and it looks like she took over her mother's business half a year ago, so we don't know anything about it. !" John quietly handed Fisher the tablet in his hand.

"Shengshi Meiyan, I love you!" Fisher looked at the plain face photos of the other party on the tablet, and suddenly became a little curious about the other party, mainly because she seemed to be such a weak woman who took over an incomparably huge middleman. However, the business can not be messed up, and even manages well. He is not jealous of the other party's body, but he is an honest child.

After a round of applause, Weddle took the microphone and stepped off the stage, handed the stage to the emcee, and sat quietly in the dark place in the first row.

"Sir? Where are you going?" Seeing that there was an empty seat beside him, Fisher quietly got up and walked over.

"My eyes are a little short-sighted, and I can't see clearly in the back row. Go to the first row for a clearer view!" The waiter was convinced by the nonsense, and even brought a pair of crystal glasses for Fisher.

"?" The other party was obviously a little surprised at Fisher who suddenly sat next to him, but after seeing the glasses in Fisher's hand, Margaret said with a smile: "It's not a good habit to go out without wearing glasses. !"

"Yes, actually a minute ago, my eyes were normal, but after seeing you, I can't see anything else!" Fisher turned his cheeks and looked directly at each other. At this moment, he was bright There seem to be thousands of stars in his eyes.

"Have you always been so sweet, Mr. Fisher!"

"It's mainly because of the fragrance in the air, Freise, right!"

"You know perfume well?" Margaret was a little surprised. Generally speaking, very few people use this perfume, so very few people know it.

"British fragrance, my mother loves this too!"

"Well, now, I'm a little interested in you! So, what kind of auction item is Mr. Fisher interested in when he came here?"

"Nature is the best!" Said, Fisher raised his right hand.

At the moment, a crystal crown from ancient India is being auctioned. The main body is made of silver, with diamond inlays and gold wire surrounds. In the center of the crown, there is an extremely beautiful red crystal gem. This jewelry The starting price is 100,000 knives, and each increase cannot be less than 3,000 yuan, and many people here are interested in it, so the price doubled in less than an hour.

"220,000!" After seeing that there were still several people who were going to continue to increase the price, Fisher directly added 20,000 in one go.

"This..." Although the crown is expensive, Fisher's price has exceeded the psychological price of other sellers. In the end, the crown is naturally obtained by him.

"Nice tiara, would you mind wearing it and let me see the effect?" After the waiter delivered the lot, Fisher raised the tiara with both hands and asked politely to the beautiful woman beside him.

"Of course!" After Margaret nodded and indicated that there was no problem, Fisher carefully put it on for the other party, "Very beautiful, Princess Margaret!"

"Then you are crowning me?"

"Of course, Your Highness Prince!"

Seeing Fisher amusing the owner of the auction, James McCarran sighed, "It's hard to be seduced by beauty!"

"However, if you don't even have the courage to talk to the woman you like, how can such a person be such a big deal?" Rex, who was on the side, laughed twice and said.

"Shut up, Rex!" McCarran glanced angrily at his subordinate, then raised his hand and slapped a French Bourbon-era sword.

"Seriously, it's the first time I've seen a broker like you. If the governments of various countries find out about every item here, I'm afraid I'll be mad!" Fisher watched as another Egyptian antique was delivered. The display stand, sighed.

"These auctioned cultural relics are not mine, I'm just a publisher, someone came to me to auction, I'm just a middleman at best!" Margaret raised her eyebrows.

"Middleman, I'm actually here for one thing!" Fisher put the glasses on the small plate in front of him.

"Zhenjin!"

"I figured it out, if an international arms dealer like you comes to me just to photograph cultural relics, he might as well go to Sotheby's!" Margaret nodded, "Then, please come with me!"

"my pleasure!"

In the dark, almost no one noticed the departure of the two.

Following Margaret through the corridor covered by the curtain, Fisher finally came to a more private reception room. At this moment, a rough middle-aged man was waiting here, and there were more than a dozen standing behind him. He was a bodyguard, and there were more standing outside the reception room. When he saw Fisher who followed Margaret in, the big man's eyes lit up.

"Long name, Mr. Fisher Adams!"