Africa is a very special place on the earth, according to the description of the available information, the first spark of civilization was born in Africa, it was ignited from there, and then spread all over the world, this is the cradle of human civilization, unfortunately, if the baby wants to grow, it must get out of the cradle, and it will never go back.

For thousands of years, it was as if there was a magic that hung over the land, preventing it from moving in a more civilized and advanced direction, in ancient times, Africa was seen as a wild land, while in modern times, Africa is ruled by chaos and war, and although it contains extremely magnificent natural beauty, to be honest, few people settle here except for travel.

Backwardness, this is our most intuitive impression of Africa.

The countries here, Nigeria, Ethiopia, and many other countries that we have never heard of, our impression of them is generally stuck in the image of an agrarian country, backward, and in need of help.

Because when we look at Africa today, you are surprised to find that we have never discovered the secrets behind this cradle of human civilization.

Mexican Plateau, Mexico City, Utopia Supreme Management Council.

"Click"

The door to the parlor was pushed open, and the mutant scouts of the First Legion, the most elite and well-trained in Utopia, dragged a guy with a red pocket into the hall, who was almost dragged in like garbage by a few tall beastly mutants, who struggled desperately, but unfortunately got a merciless punch in the face.

"Tie him up!"

Major Beckett, who had become a true veteran, withdrew his fist, and before his eyes, the red pocket was becoming even more red, and in his cold gaze, several soldiers quickly completed the task of binding, and then exited the meeting room.

"Hey, you stupid mutants, what the hell are you going to do to me?"

The guy tied to a chair, dressed in a smart suit, who looked like a high-class person, shouted: "I am a British citizen, I have human rights, you are illegally detained!"

"Hell, take this thing off my head!!"

And we all know that the nascent utopia is a very civilized and democratic country, so the next moment the prisoner's demands are met.

"Huh"

Major Beckett took off the pockets on the guy's head, then straightened his stomach and stood beside the prisoner in the most standard military posture, and the prisoner could not help but squint his eyes when he saw the sunlight reflected on the opposite glass in the blink of an eye.

At this time, we can see that this is a somewhat old and fat Caucasia, from his gray and intertwined hair, we can see that his age should be 40-50 years old, and from the fierce tattoo on his neck and his subconscious defense, it can be seen that this guy is likely to be engaged in some kind of extremely dangerous profession.

Like what... Mercenaries!

"Bang"

The door on the other side of the parlor was pushed open, and a young woman in a long red dress, with blond hair, and a cold face stepped into it, and the sound of her high heels colliding with the ground resounded in the small living room, which made people can't help but focus on her, and of course, the most striking thing was the black, winged thing lying on her shoulder.

Don't doubt it... It was a dragon, a young dragon.

Behind her, two soldiers pushed them into the drawing room, one of them in a military uniform with a black blindfold, not angry, the other in a black suit, bald, holding a delicate, shining yellow cane, the three of them sat at the table opposite the prisoner, and the prisoner's eyes shrank sharply the moment he saw the old man with the cane appear.

"Ahem"

Speaker Charles coughed lightly, his trademark gentle smile on his face, and he looked at the prisoner with his beaten nose blooming, and he whispered:

"Looks like you know me, Mr. Ulysses Crowe..."

"Huh"

The prisoner twitched nervously, and a false smile spread across his face, which seemed very friendly, but the blood smeared on his face made the notorious mercenary leader even more hideous, and he replied:

"Who doesn't know you, the god of the mind who single-handedly created the mutant kingdom... It seems that I can't hide anything today, but I'm really honored..."

This guy also became a single man after knowing that he would not be able to escape the judgment that would come today, and he set his sights on the other two:

"Your Majesty Catherine, Queen of Blood, it's an honor to meet you, how does the slaughter feel about the war you started in Africa that has killed more than 10 people?"

Catherine was unmoved, she had heard anything more ugly than this, she just looked at the mercenary in front of her with cold eyes, stretched out her hand to support her chin, the bright red nail polish on her nails matched her nickname, it looked so shocking, she looked at Crow in front of her with interest, she whispered:

"It's not bad, so I'm looking forward to seeing your heart come out intact if you live to see your heart come out intact, and you'll still have that disgusting smile on your face... Want to try it?"

This smile made the hob meat mercenary's heart cold, and his expression stiffened a little, and at this time, the last person spoke.

General Lewis, the nominal supreme commander of the Utopian army, nodded to Major Beckett, who took out a heavy box from the briefcase he was carrying and placed it in front of the general's eyes, who removed the cigar from the corner of his mouth and reached out to open the box, revealing the silvery-white metal within, and his fingers rubbing against the metal in a somewhat ethereal sound.

Lewis then set his sights on Crow:

"You and I both know what this thing is, Mr. Crowe..."

A dark green flash flashed in Lewis's eyes: "So, do we still need to go through the process of questioning again? You see, Speaker Charles took time out of his busy schedule to come here and make me feel that my work was a bit dereliction, or do you think your willpower is strong enough to resist the mind censorship from the most powerful mutants in the world?"

The words were so direct that Ulysses Crowe's slightly fat cheeks twitched, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and roared loudly:

"I won't say that! especially when I can't see a penny!"

He was so agitated that the chair that bound him collided with the cleanly scrubbed floor like a tiresome murmur, and Catherine's beautiful face was already frosty for his stubborn resistance.

"Professor, I'm sorry for you. ”

"For the sake of utopia and all of humanity, I am willing to do so. ”

The professor nodded, and the moment his gaze made contact with the mercenary in front of him, Ulysses Crow felt an indescribable taste begin to paralyze his senses, it was painful for anyone to be retrieved from his memory, and Crow himself understood that his resistance was pointless.

Just as he hesitated, General Lewis suddenly spoke:

"Crowe, this is your last chance, will you work for us? You should know very well what the outside world is like, if you were really a sincere believer, you would not have traveled all the way to Canada with stolen vibranium to sell, you see, although you are a heinous scoundrel, and you have done enough to send you to the gallows ten times, but from the perspective of human warfare, you are useful to us..."

"I don't want Major Beckett's next mission to throw a madman out of his mind into the ocean... One last chance, will you say it?"

"Bichi!"

The mercenary hesitated for 1 second, and then he felt the paralysis of his body getting stronger and stronger, and even his thinking was a little chaotic, he seemed to feel the Grim Reaper blowing at him behind his back, and the capable mercenary guys were undisciplined, and the next moment, he shouted loudly:

"Damn! Damn! Let him take it back! I say! I'll say it all!"

"Professor!"

The general spoke, the professor nodded, withdrew his mental strength, and then walked out with Catherine, apparently they were not interested in everything below.

And the moment she walked out of the parlor, the Professor's skin began to change rapidly, and quickly reorganized into another figure, and Catherine whispered to her:

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Raven. ”

The Demonic Girl snorted:

"It's not for you, I don't want pedantic Charles' hands to be stained with this disgusting blood... But that mercenary was so stupid, he didn't know that the vibranium he implanted in his body could resist all psychic insight..."

"He's stupid!"

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been caught so easily by Uncle Logan, and speaking of which, would you like to go to the professor's place for lunch with me?"

This invitation made the demon girl hesitate for a moment, but in the end, Catherine dragged her into the teleportation circle to the world of utopia.

And in the living room at this time, Ulysses Crowe, who didn't know that he had been fooled, was babbling his secret to Lewis.

"Don't look at me like that!

While gulping down the simple lunch served by Major Beckett, Crowe poured a sip of wine and said to Lewis inarticulately: "I'm unlucky this time, the Busan base that I have been using was overrun by those damn believers, I almost beat those madmen to death, and as soon as I stepped into Canada, I was entangled by your disgusting mutant lunatic, and I didn't even see a penny!"

Lewis placed his finger on the vibranium, and he took a puff on his cigar and whispered:

"Such a small piece of vibranium can be sold for at least $2 billion on the black market in the old days, as far as I know, you have sold vibranium at least 6 times, even if it is the lowest price, it is enough for you to harvest nearly 10 billion US dollars, but why are you so poor?"

The question had nothing to do with the topic, it was purely Lewis's personal curiosity, and according to Major Beckett, the guy was even wearing a stolen coat when he was caught by Wolverine Logan, and he was obviously cornered.

"Hiccup"

Crowe burped loudly, he bit the chicken leg viciously, and scolded: "I was forcibly seized by the monks in the castle in the Netherlands, they took everything from me, and used it to summon bullshit heroes, my 30 best men wanted to resist, and were slaughtered by a goddamn angel-possessed knight with one sword and one sword, and I bought a life with 15 billion assets... Are you saying it's worth it?"

"This bullshit era!"

The mercenary, who had long since washed his hands, chewed the bones in his mouth as hard as if he had eaten the damn knight.

When he had finished eating, Lewis handed him a cigar and lit it himself, and when the first wisp of smoke rose, Lewis squinted his eyes and looked at the old mercenary in front of him, and he whispered:

"Then let's get down to business, Crowe... The way you got into Wakanda to steal vibranium, we need it!"

"Hehe, of course you do!"

Ulysses Crowe snorted and leaned back in his chair: "Your 20 army is blocked by that group of barbarian natives on the border of Wakanda, and you have to resist the Pharaoh's army in Egypt behind, even if you can fight again, you can't withstand this attrition, but you are asking the right question, General Lewis, I can guarantee... There is no one else in the world who knows Wakanda better than I do!"

He looked at Lewis with a kind of merchant's philistine:

"So how much money are you going to pay for this great news that may save all mankind? You see, I'm joining you, yes, so I'm not going to show you the wrong path, but I still don't hesitate to take the money!"

"Huh"

Lewis chuckled at this impudent request, "You're the only one who dares to make a request in front of the overlord's general, you're brave, Crow." ”

He reached out and touched his beard, and he whispered:

"We're going to pay in cash? no, no, no, that's vulgar... I'll give you a chance to enter a new world, of course... This requires a little bit of "necessary" protection..."

As soon as Lewis's words fell, Major Beckett stepped forward and pressed a cold object against the back of Ulysses Crowe's head, but the mercenary did not have much fear, he spread his hands, and said with a bored expression:

"Don't play this trick, General Lewis, if you want to kill me, you can kill me in Canada, it's all here, let's be honest..."

"No, no, no!"

Lewis took the cigar back to his lips and whispered:

"Crowe, you may not have figured out the situation, every word you say here, every promise you make, will be seen and heard by it..."

"Bang"

The smug expression on Ulysses' face froze as the gunshots rang out, and the blood splattered from the back of his head in a shocking gesture everywhere.

Lewis looked at the blood stained on his sleeve, and he showed a look of disgust:

"Uh, that's disgusting..."

But then, with a wave of his left hand, a twisted and struggling soul was pulled out of the corpse, and he looked at Ulysses Crowe, who was screaming in pain in his own hands. A cold, emotionless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"You sold your soul to us, remember? You said it yourself, you will join us... Whether in life or after death..."

"Do you really think that I just need the insignificant knowledge in your head? No, no, no, no, your being, your soul, is what we really value. ”

"In short, welcome to the Devil's Army, Private Crow. ”