T'Chaka stared at the leopard-like helmet in front of him, an ancestral craft that kept the material advanced, but the appearance of the leopard's head remained the same.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived!" A female voice interrupted T'Chaka's musings, and he turned to look behind him, where two bald-headed female guards in red suits and vibranium spears were looking respectfully at him.

"Okoye!"

"Your Majesty, I'm here!" The female guard on the right looked up, not knowing what her majesty meant by calling her.

"Am I getting old?"

"Your Majesty?" Okoye looked at the king in front of him, there is no doubt that T'Chaka is a good king, after he succeeded to the throne, Guangkanda, ah no, the contradictions between the tribes within Wakanda have been alleviated, and the national life is happier, and this king is not satisfied with keeping the promise, he also changed the foreign policy of Wakanda before, actively engaged in international affairs, and at the same time sent a lot of Wakanda elites to carry out intelligence gathering activities in various countries to help Wakanda, which is closed to the country, understand the world.

But even the strongest lions will grow old one day, and 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 American team, which can turn a weak young man into a strong man whose chest muscles can clip people, uh, the effect may not be as powerful as the super soldier potion, but it is also a human body strengthening potion, enhancing the user's attributes, the strong are stronger, and most importantly, the heart-shaped grass can also strengthen the user's spiritual will.

However, the heart-shaped grass alone does not help the user to increase their lifespan.

Today, T'Chaka is in his fifties, and his sturdy figure is long gone, but he still wears it without hesitation, just for one person.

Ulysis Scrau, this man led an army to invade peaceful Wakanda more than ten years ago, and also colluded with T'Chaca's good brother to steal Wakanda's invaluable wealth, their storage of vibranium, and after stealing the vibranium, in order to get rid of Wakanda's pursuers, Ulysis Slaw also detonated a giant cloudburst bomb at the border.

Wakanda, who had suffered heavy casualties, saw the other party as a serious problem, and T'Chaka continued to strike hard for more than a decade, trying to bring the other party back to the country and bring him to justice, but the other party was as cunning as a loach, and King T'Chaka could catch him every time he saw it, but in the end he would escape.

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

"No, Ulysse Slaw is also good at learning now, we want to capture him, he doesn't want to kill us, he must be here, waiting for us to appear!" T'Chaka looked at the real-life image depicted by the vibranium rosary in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Who are the people who came tonight, have you found out their identities?" ”

"Arms dealers, brokers, and a couple of private defense contractors! These guys aren't worth mentioning! Okoye looked at the information on the tablet in his hand and said contemptuously.

"It's not worth mentioning, you're underestimating them, Okoye!" T'Chaka swiped the screen over Fisher's avatar.

"Fisher Adams, his Atlas, is now almost the largest private armed force in the world, and they have a large number of armed forces stationed in many countries in Africa, and even the nearest military base is less than 800 kilometers away from Wakanda!"

"But they are still using outdated firearms and weapons!"

"Their guns and weapons are not much worse than ours!" T'Chaka remembered the micro-drone energy weapons and intelligent tracking weapons that the giant god used against African warlords, and if it weren't for his acquaintances in the Mozambican government, he wouldn't have imagined that the level of technology from the outside world was rapidly approaching Wakanda.

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

"It's me who has overstepped, Your Majesty!"

"No, you can't be blamed for that, we just rely on vibranium too much, you know? I'm looking for a new way to keep our country alive, so that one day, when we run out of vibranium, we can use other technologies to develop it! T'Chaka sighed.

Thanks to the convenience brought by vibranium, Wakanda has been independent of the world, which not only allows them to have a rich life, but also cultivates the mentality of Wakanda people to be superior, for Wakanda people, they are the first in the world, vibranium has been integrated into all aspects of their lives, the means of transportation is vibranium, clothes are vibranium, even shoes are vibranium, but vibranium is a non-renewable resource, it is brought by meteorites, once Wakanda's vibranium is mined, then where should Wakanda go? In fact, the kings of the past generations have not thought about this problem, but there is no solution to it, and asking for help from foreign forces will only make others covet their vibranium, just like Crow, who not only robbed the vibranium but also blew up the house, and finally showed off himself outside every day, like a navigator who opened up a new route.

"Your Majesty, Crow has appeared!"

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Led by the waiter, Fisher came to his seat, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the owner of the auction arranged Fisher and McCarran in the left and right C positions in the corridor, but compared to McCarron, who stood behind him with two rows of bodyguards, the three people on Fisher's side looked a little shabby.

As all the guests took their seats, the spotlights on the auction floor suddenly went out, leaving only the spotlights on the high platform in the center of the venue.

"It's coming, it's time to play!" Fisher, who was cross-legged, took out his mobile phone, only to find that there was no signal.

"Looks like they're blocking all the signals, except for our overclocked communications! What's going on outside? Prophet? Stuffing his phone into his pocket, Fisher pulled out another Bluetooth headset and put it on.

"There's another team of people, all with heavy firepower, they're transporting something, scouts, scan it and see what it is?"

"Roger!" The scout, who was lying on his stomach on the lawn not far away with the gunner, unleashed a bionic drone the size of a dragonfly and flew it over.

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

"Alright, now let's see what's inside?" The scout pressed the control panel, and a pulse wave was sent out of the drone and landed on the crate.

“？？？” After waiting for a few seconds and finding no echo, the scout fired again, but still received no feedback.

"The pulse is absorbed! It should be the goods we want! The scout piloted the drone back and reported to Fisher.

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

While Fisher was muttering about his affairs, a tall blonde woman in a backless white dress stepped onto the stage with a microphone.

"Welcome to France, my mother often said that France is a very beautiful country, and there are very deep memories of her here, and the same is true for me, after her death, everything here remains the same, and I will still provide you with such a platform to communicate, my mother is convinced of paradoxes, then, I wish you all a happy evening!"

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

"The beauty of the prosperous world, love love!" Fisher looked at the other party's no-makeup photos on the tablet, and suddenly had a trace of curiosity about the other party, mainly curious that it looked like such a weak woman, who took over an incomparably large intermediary brokerage business without making a mess, and even ran a good business, so he was not greedy for the other party's body, he was an honest child.

After a round of applause, Weidel took the microphone off the stage, handed the stage to the master of ceremonies, and sat quietly in the dark of the first row.

"Sir? Where are you going? Seeing that there was an empty seat next to the other party, Fisher got up quietly and walked over.

"I'm a little short-sighted, I can't see clearly when I sit in the back row, go to the first row to be clearer!" The nonsense made the waiter convinced him, and he specially helped Fisher bring a pair of crystal glasses.

“？” The other party was obviously a little surprised by Fisher who was suddenly sitting 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 glasses!" ”

"Yes, actually, a minute ago, my eyes were normal, but after seeing you, I can't see anything else!" Fisher turned his cheek sideways and looked directly at the other man, and at this moment, there seemed to be thousands of stars in his bright eyes.

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

"It's mostly because of the smell in the air, Flace, right?"

"You know a lot about perfumes?" Margaret was a little surprised, this perfume is generally used by very few people, so few people know about it.

"English perfume, my mother loves this too!"

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

"Nature is the best!" As he spoke, Fisher raised his right hand.

At this moment, a crystal tiara from ancient India is being auctioned, the main body is made of silver, with broken diamonds inlaid with gold wire, and in the center of the tiara, there is an incomparably beautiful red crystal gem, the starting price of this jewelry is 100,000 dollars, and the price increase cannot be less than 3,000 each time, and many people here are interested in it, so the price has doubled in less than an hour.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand!" After seeing that there were still a few people who were ready to continue to increase the price, Fisher directly increased 20,000 in one go.

Although the "......" crown is expensive, the price of Fishergar suddenly exceeds the psychological price of other sellers, and in the end, this crown is naturally obtained by him.

"Nice tiara, would you mind wearing it for me to see the results?" After the waiter handed over the lot, Fisher held the crown in both hands and asked politely to the beautiful woman next to him.

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

"And you're crowning me?"

"Of course, His Highness Princes!"

Seeing Fisher amuse the owner of the auction from ear to ear, James Macallan let out a sigh, "It's hard to be tempted by beauty!" ”

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

"Shut up, Rex!" Macallan glanced at his men in exasperation, then raised his hand and slapped a French Bourbon sword.

"Seriously, it's the first time I've seen a broker like you, and if every lot here is known to governments, I'm afraid I'm going crazy!" Fisher sighed as he watched another Egyptian antique being brought to the display.

"These auctioned artifacts are not mine, I am just a publisher, someone comes to me to auction, I am just a middleman at best!" Margaret raised her eyebrows.

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

"Vibranium!"

"I guessed that if an international arms dealer like you came to me just to photograph cultural relics, it would be better to go to Sotheby's!" Margaret nodded, "Come with me, then!" ”

"Gladly!"

In the darkness, the departure of the two was barely noticed.

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

"Long admire the great name, Mr. Fisher Adams!"