"Sir, the drone has arrived at the scene!"

"Zoom in on the image and let's see what's going on here!"

In fact, the five hooligans of the Security Council, as well as Japan and India, which are regional powers, still have a very serious view of Africa, especially small countries like Japan that lack local resources, almost jumping up and down to expand their influence in Africa and then get more overseas stations, so as soon as Wakanda and Hydra went to war, two or five boys called nearby military bases.

At first, the coalition forces really didn't take this seriously, after all, this is Africa, a hundred guns as a commander, and a thousand guns dare to build a country in Africa, and it is not uncommon for the Black Shu to be fired, but after hearing the Black Shu stammering something strange about the light, the god is angry, and the flying ironclad man and the like, the coalition forces that noticed that something was wrong immediately sent a Predator drone.

"Sir, we questioned Atlas and they denied military operations in the area!"

"Not Atlas?" The commander on duty at the U.S. Africa Command, wearing a vest and holding a cigar, looked curiously at the high-definition images taken by the drone.

Although the Wakanda Guards have cleared the traces of their own visit, they don't care about the corpses and equipment of the Hydra soldiers scattered on the ground, as well as the burn marks of those energy weapons, after all, Wakanda is rich in products and has everything, and they don't look down on the backward weapons of Hydra, but the coalition forces are different, because the price of Atlas is expensive, so the coalition forces immediately sent a large number of engineers to clean up the battlefield, looking at the ugly but still powerful Hydra energy submachine gun, the coalition high-level was shocked and angry.

"Find out who they are!" The US commander slapped the table angrily, such an advanced weapon should only be possessed by the United States, and now such a group of people has emerged, which is related to the safety of the free world, in order to cook and have, this group of armed forces must hand over their technology, if they don't hand it over, they will be terrorists, and they must strike hard!

At this juncture, a little black who is less than twenty years old wears a tattered military uniform and blocks in front of an Abrams main battle tank that patrols every day.

In short, the little black ate two battlefield fried chickens in one go, and after drinking a full bottle of watermelon soda, he said in stammering English that he knew the clues of the battle.

"You'd better not lie to us!" The vicious base guards tied him to a chair, and several generals and officials poured into the room, looking at him solemnly.

"I won't, I won't! I tell you guys want to know, I need a green card! "Xiao Hei is Anka, he is tired of this kind of fighting, killing, killing and not being able to touch Nana, he wants to go to the United States to be a white prostitute! Receiving the relief money, eating welfare bread, and the White Left Mother helping him to make a, this is the day he wants!

“？？？” The general looked at the ivory 45 pistol at his waist and wondered if the base gutter could still be stuffed with a black man.

"It's not impossible to get a green card, but I have to get accurate information!" The head of the CIA's Overseas Operations Division for Africa, a black man in his thirties, looked at his cousin with a rosary in one hand.

"Of course, I guarantee that the information is true!" Xiao Hei hurriedly swore in the name of his grandmother, but he still said that he would not tell what he knew until he saw the green card first, and then he would go to the United States.

What to do? The general and the officer glanced at each other, and then the officer raised his eyebrows and hinted to the general, go out and talk!

Out of the conference room, the person in charge threw a cigar to the general, and the two began to swallow the clouds.

"Do you need to give him some means to tell him what he knows?"

"No, General, I have a way!" The person in charge put away the rosary, waved his hand, and signaled that the mountain man had his own clever plan!

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"Straker defeated again?"

At the meeting inside Hydra, a bunch of high-level executives who were eating, drinking, and having fun in the Americas laughed and their necks trembled.

"You said that if you can't beat the well-armed mercenaries of Atlas, you can still eat deflated in Africa? Straker just give me the baron! ”

"You guys? It's too much of a deception! The person concerned sat on a 10,000-ton ro-ro ship when he escaped from Europe, gritting his teeth and looking at a few smiling dogs on the screen, damn, this hydra leader is not appropriate!

"Alright, stop laughing!" Pierce knocked on the table and motioned to the others to calm down, "Baron Straker is also a member of Hydra, his loss is our loss, we can't sit idly by!" "Although he is the boss of Hydra, Pierce has been in S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years, and sometimes his thinking can't help but focus on S.H.I.E.L.D., and one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tasks is to monitor these unknown forces, so he also wants to find out the identity of the other party!

"High-tech armed blacks, is this possible? Is this reasonable? Another ** Malik was dismissive.

"That's right, are you sure you weren't drugged that day? Straker! ”

"I'm a soldier and I never touch that! I'm pretty sure! Straker blushed and roared in exasperation.

"I'll send someone to find out what they do!"

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"No, you want a green card!"

The person in charge threw a small card with Ankh printed on it in front of the other party, and then sat down on the interrogation table, looking at the skinny Ankh condescendingly.

"I'm an American?" Anka was ecstatic and took the card with his photo printed on it and looked at it carefully, and after confirming that the information on it was correct, Anka thanked the person in charge.

"Now, tell me everything you know, and there's a plane going to take you to the United States!"

So Ankka told everything he had seen and heard, including the names of the bald women for Prince T'Challa and T'Challa.

"Prince? King? The person in charge was skeptical, but the instrument next to him told him that the black man was not lying, and after a moment of silence, the person in charge chose to believe the machine.

"You really gave him a green card?" The general outside the door was amazed.

"How is it possible, the United States is so short of resources, how can it casually recruit a guy who has little ability to come in!"

"And the green card?"

"It's just a twenty-dollar fake, and the Afgers don't know it!" The tone of the person in charge was full of superiority.

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