African coast, Salva Giant Marina.

As far as the eye can see, on the muddy sand where the tide recedes, dozens of dilapidated old ships lie quietly, like the corpses of giants, exuding the smell of decay in the lonely afterglow of the setting sun.

One of the ships, which can still be called "brand new", barely maintains its youthful vitality, and is not like other freighters, which are in disrepair or aging equipment, and are facing scrapping and dismantling.

Hundreds of blacks roamed the dimly lit interior of the ship like busy worker ants, neatly arranging boxes of military weapons such as guns or grenades in the freight warehouse, among which you could see large bazookas.

For working blacks, riveted, well-sealed wooden boxes filled with guns and grenades are no different from bread and cream, at least in Africa.

These weapons, which are not considered advanced, will be sold by the ship's owner to African warlords or tribal chiefs, militants from Chechnya, and certain religious groups that claim to be fighting for freedom.

Ulysses Crowe, a black marketeer on the African continent, deals in more than just arms and weapons, in fact, this bearded man occasionally plays the role of a mercenary or a looter, usually targeting expensive antiques or promising scientific equipment.

It's a little strange that this black marketeer who was born into a military family actually has a doctorate in physics and is said to have studied acoustics for a while.

Of course, for the most part, Crow remained a diligent middleman, making huge profits from the resale of military supplies, with whom almost all the continent's warlord leaders, or small country leaders, mercenary organizations, and multinational security companies had cooperated with him to varying degrees.

The black marketeer has a wide network of contacts and many hidden channels, and Stark Industries, which has not yet transformed into a new energy giant, used to be his supplier, and in the past, the price of arms and weapons made by Stark was often doubled.

Especially those who don't have much knowledge, they are like nouveau riche, they can't figure out what is the best, so they never choose the most expensive ones.

Crow's oft-used mantra is that as long as the money is in place, nothing can't be bought.

“…… I don't care who lied to you, anyway, I gave you six sets of equipment for short-range heat-seeking missiles, but in exchange for only a shipload of rusty scrap metal, you must compensate me, otherwise the missiles I provide next time will fly directly to your house! ”

Stepping on a pair of dirty military boots, Ulysses-Crowe walked back and forth in the office, his clothes stained with the smell of engine oil, a saber stuck in his waist, a rough appearance, exuding a fierce and dangerous aura, and he did not seem to be a very easy person to deal with.

"Mr. Eric-Lancel?"

Crow hung up the phone and grinned at the white-haired old man sitting in his office chair, "Sorry to keep you waiting so long, you're a guest introduced by Mr. Wesley, and I should be hospitable, but business, sometimes that's it, you have to finish one thing before you have time for the next." ”

"Mr. Crowe, I don't mind your snubbing, if you could clean your office a little bit, even if it's a spray of air freshener, before I come."

Magneto frowned, the black marketeer's office was a mixture of oil, sweat, and body odor, and the airtight cabin of the ship, which was suffocating with the stuffiness above the outside.

"Frankly, it's a painful torture for me to sit here and talk to you about business."

The leader of the Brotherhood was outspoken, and he gradually led his compatriots to Africa, using Sean's support to temporarily rein in the warlord known as Sowanda.

However, if you want to occupy a place on the African continent that is divided by warlords, and grab land and resources with those multinational security companies, large energy companies, and guerrilla organizations, it is not enough to rely on a few mutants, at least you must have enough living materials, arms and weapons and medical supplies.

These are all necessary conditions for the establishment of a solid base area, purely relying on military plunder, without long-term resource support, no matter how strong Magneto's personal strength is, it will be difficult to maintain it after all.

"This is my negligence, a big man like you will definitely not be able to adapt to this environment...... In fact, I personally would like to open a presidential suite in a hotel and talk to you about business while drinking high-end red wine. ”

This black market merchant naturally knows who the gray old man sitting in front of him is - the famous Magneto, the old powerhouse among mutants, if the other party is willing, he can blow up this ship into the sky with one hand, and those hot weapons in the warehouse will all turn against each other at the first time and take the initiative to jump up and harvest the lives on his side.

Crow is not a fool who can't see the situation clearly, he can sit in this position today, in addition to having a group of outlaws who dare to fight and dare to fight, as well as his own crazy spirit of not wanting to die, a clear mind is also one of the indispensable conditions.

"Alright, Mr. Crowe, let's get back to business, as the most famous black marketeer in Africa, I hope you can meet all my requests...... Weapons, military equipment, medical medicines, etc. Magneto covered his nose and waved his hand.

He didn't want to continue to entangle with this slippery guy, it was crucial to get all kinds of urgently needed materials from the other party, as long as a stable environment was established, he would soon be able to create a beautiful home suitable for living and development.

"Absolutely."

Ulysses Crowe slapped his chest hard, and a smile erupted on his bearded face, which, combined with his yellowed teeth, made people even more disgusted.

"Mr. Wesley was very generous and settled the first payment before you arrived...... Collecting money to do things, this is the principle of my work, and no one can shake it. ”

The black marketeer glanced at Magneto, paused and continued, "But there's so much more I can do!" ”

The leader of the Brotherhood raised his eyebrows and asked nonchalantly, "Mr. Crow, do you have any other talents that you need to show besides reselling arms and supplies?" Like carving, or carpenter's work? ”

Long before he arrived, Magneto had a clear understanding of Ulysses Crowe's information, and as Sean's temporary partner, he also had some low-level authority to control Skynet, just like Victor Doom in Latvia.

Buying supplies and talking about business is just a layer of superficial camouflage, and these things are really needed, and with the RAND Group's ocean-going freighters, it is not a problem at all. The founder of Ambrera has never been stingy with allies, and at his level, money and power are insignificant appendages, and although Magneto doesn't know what the other party is after, it is definitely not a childish thing to earn wealth or enjoy power.

While imprisoned in the underground prison, Magneto said that he saw a familiar shadow in Sean's body, similar to Sebastian Shaw, that kind of unquenchable ambition, this young man was more unfathomable than the dead Black King.

"Wakanda, vibranium."

Ulysses Crowe, who thought he had seized the opportunity, spat out two key words.