Chapter 128: I Want to Witness the Death of the Black Panther with My Own Eyes!

"Goodo......"

The vision became a little cloudy, and even the particles in the air seemed to stop trembling, and in this extravagant huge room, it was as if the mountain was on its back, and the sword was on its neck, and every minute and second was a heavy breath.

The smell of blood was in the air, and the soldiers with guns swallowed nervously, obviously they were the ones with guns to aim, but they were like the prey targeted by a top predator, cold sweat soaked their backs in the blink of an eye, and even their calves trembled in fear.

And fear, hissing and greedy, wrapped around everyone's body, the scarlet poisonous eyes staring at the back of the person's neck, as if to say "welcome to hell".

If it weren't for the brutality of President Mobutu in the past, they would have screamed and abandoned their guns, turned around and fled the scene in a frenzy!

Who is this man?!

[Mood from Mobutu +1173]

“......”

Seeing the humiliating reaction of his men, Mobutu's slender eyes showed a dangerous gaze, and the smiling man named Kurolo Rusiru gave him the feeling of extreme danger.

He already regretted that he had put himself in danger by inviting him to the presidential palace, and if he was an assassin, he was already in the absolute kill zone, and the poor reaction of his men was even more speechless.

But... Such a dangerous element is an enemy of Wakanda!

Great, and wonderful, isn't the enemy of my enemy a friend?

Is there a better community of interest than this?

No!

His attitude changed, he waved his hand to let his embarrassed subordinates go down, smiled and beckoned a few maids, affectionately like facing a brother who had not seen him for a long time.

"Interesting, interesting... If your regiment members are all as strong as yours, then I have almost seen the death of the Black Panther! ”

"Your Excellency, I assure you, that day is not too far away!"

[Sentiment from Mobutu +1199]

After receiving a clear answer from Kurolo, Mobutu finally burst out laughing, raised his glass of red wine and toasted Kurolo, and then the two began to discuss the details of the plan.

By the time everything was over, it was already past 7 p.m.

Kurolo walked out of the presidential palace alone, and when he returned to the hotel where he was staying, his expression suddenly changed.

"Who?"

Bang bang bang.

"Good perceptual ability, this ability system called Nian Qi, has made this seat also have a little interest in research."

The black-robed man with his hands behind his back and wearing a frost mask was concave and turned his head slightly.

His aura was very powerful, like a frost emperor, and the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and some of the furniture and floors were covered with a layer of frost.

"The eighth precept of the Ten Commandments, Emperor Shakti! What are you doing here? ”

Taking a few steps back guardedly, Kurolo subconsciously took out a book.

"Naturally, it brings you the latest news, and then wants to invite you to carry out a certain plan."

"What's the news?"

"The news from Africa is too closed, a few months ago, you sent the Nest of Iron Man to assassinate Iron Man, oh yes... At that time, he was not called Iron Man, and in short, the big man you sent to called Wojin did not complete the task.

He was killed by an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., and his body was blown to pieces. ”

As he spoke, Shakti observed Kurolo's expression, but his expression was so flat that it was impossible to read the emotion.

"Murderers must have the consciousness of being killed, and from the day I formed the Phantom Brigade, I have said that no one in this organization is indispensable.

Even if the one who dies is me. ”

His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and Kurolo's tone was extremely indifferent.

"Thank you for your information, I already know. Now, name your other purpose. ”

“......”

He didn't get the expression he wanted on his face, which made Emperor Shakti lose a lot of fun, and now the young man is really getting better and better at pretending to be deep.

Complaining like this in his heart, Emperor Shakti's face remained unchanged, and he said in an aria tone.

"There are always too many secrets in this world, and this is the case in the Ethereal Immortal Realm, and the same is true for the place called Kunlun Secret Realm.

I have already investigated that within the Kunlun Secret Realm, there are things that make people immortal.

But that place is too mysterious, and there's a red dragon stationed there, so I need some people to work with me to slay the dragon! ”

"I refuse."

The moment Shakti's words fell, Kurolo chose to refuse, he explained.

"At the moment, all the energy of the Phantom Brigade is on Wakanda, and we don't have extra time and energy to focus on anything else!"

They have spent so much time and layout, but they will not give up at will because of a word from outsiders.

"Ignorance! What this seat brings to you is the secret of immortality and the glory of the dragon slayer.

Whether it's money, power, status, or women, these will be a thing of the past in a long time.

Only life lasts forever, and you are too young now, and I don't blame you......"

With a scolding, Shakti waved his hand and threw out a piece of paper that shot like a sharp sword to the floor, recording his contact information.

"You have a long time to think about before you carry out the real plan in this seat."

Speaking of this, his ears suddenly moved, and his figure floated out of the window in a flash, leaving a sentence of "think about it" and disappeared.

Stomp ......

Peng!!

The door was quickly slammed open, and the members rushed out of the window with a sweep of their eyes, and they looked in all directions, but there was no shadow of Shakti.

"Commander, was that just now?"

A blonde-haired royal sister walked up and asked cautiously.

With a wave of his hand, Kurolo looked up at the moonlight in the sky and said solemnly.

"Leave him alone, a madman who talks about immortality.

Next, focus all our energy on Wakanda, and in the meantime, I'm going to witness the death of the Black Panther with my own eyes! ”

"Yes, Captain."

"By the way, call Nobunaga, I have something to say to him."

"Understood."

......

At the same time, under the same moonlight, the capital of Wakanda, the city of gold, - Birninzana.

Inside the palace, the current king, T'Chaka, stared at the moon in the sky, feeling uneasy.

The moonlight was too hazy, with a hint of blood, as if it was a sign of something ominous.

"Honey, there's a video call from T'Challa, he's in the UK now, would you like to say a few words to him?"

The beautiful wife twisted her waist and walked over affectionately to bring news of her son, T'Challa.

"Forget it, Mobutu, the president of Neganda, called me just now, and listening to his tone, it seems that he intends to sign a peace treaty.

As a sign of sincerity, I'm considering going there myself. ”

Rejecting his wife's request, T'Chaca's brow furrowed deeply.

"T'Chaca, this is too dangerous, that person doesn't talk about credit at all!"

The wife tried to persuade him to give up his plan to go, but T'Chaka refused.

As the most powerful warrior of the country's faith, there is absolutely no reason to be afraid.

"It's okay, there will be negotiations as soon as next month, and I will take the personal guards with me when I go, and don't forget that I am the black panther of this term, and it is not so easy to be killed!"

Seeing that he said so confidently, his wife didn't want to persuade him anymore, but she just tidied up his clothes worriedly, and then looked at him gently.

"T'Chaka, promise me that you will come back safely!"

"Of course, I promise you!"

------Off topic------

The sharp-eyed should be able to see that this volume is almost coming to an end, so there is a bit of foreshadowing, which is all plot lines that may happen in the future.

There must be big events, after all, Leon will not appear for no reason.

Now that I've done that, I need to take a break from the outline and move the book to the next stage.