Lindemann came out of the Wakanda embassy in a disgraced face and drove back in a huff.

He has been engaged in broker work for many years and can be regarded as a gold medal broker, but in the past year, his career has suffered repeated setbacks.

First, he encountered the neurosis of the Ultimate Immeasurable Pavilion, which has a super high force value, and now he has encountered the brain-dead of Ambassador Trabi of the Wakanda Embassy, who has three different views.

He now feels that his work is more suitable for normal people, and for abnormal people, it may be better to leave it to those psychologists.

If you have similar work in the future, you must carefully investigate the background of the customer's target object, and you can't take on similar business again, which will seriously affect your glorious performance!

But the next list, there is always a way to complete it.

The previous Zhanliu order was too dangerous, and if one was unlucky, his life would not be guaranteed. But the Wakanda embassy can still be saved.

If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go to the mountain.

Ambassador Trabi must be out of action here, so he still has to go directly to King T'Chaca.

With his back to a behemoth like the Pentagon, he can't solve the problem of being the king of a small country?

Carrots and sticks are a negotiation method that will never go out of style.

The US military has used this hand all over the world and has successfully "negotiated" an unknown number of commercial contracts.

Send him sugar-coated cannonballs first, if he eats them obediently, of course, it's best, otherwise just peel off the sugar-coated shells and solve the matter simply and rudely.

After he briefly reviewed the plan in his mind, he took out his mobile phone, called the actual boss behind him, General Tarbert, and booked a military plane, a squad of fighters, to escort him to Wakanda.

Originally, he was doing things for the military, so he naturally had a green light all the way, and someone would handle all the formalities for him.

After hanging up the phone, he drove the car directly to the military base, got on the plane without stopping, and flew directly to East Africa without stopping.

Wakanda, I'm coming!

After several hours of flying, the plane finally entered the territory of Wakanda, but there was no airfield here, so it was difficult to land, so it had to parachute near Berningzana, the capital of Wakanda.

Lindemann couldn't parachute, but fortunately he was surrounded by special soldiers, who not only parachuted with him, but also parachuted down an armored car.

Fortunately, thanks to this car, otherwise it would not be easy to walk to Berningzana, the capital of Wakanda, on two legs.

The capital looks dilapidated, a little larger than the small county town, and here the peasants come and go, driving ox carts and flocks of sheep, all of which, but there is no trace of civilized society.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they lived in a feudal dynasty a thousand years ago.

Relying on the deterrent power of armored vehicles, they successfully came to the front of the palace, and after passing through Tongbing, they waited for a long time before they were brought to the palace and met King Techaca.

Although the king is no longer young, he is still physically strong and in good spirits.

After a polite exchange between the two sides, Lindemann made his intentions clear.

But what disappointed him was that this king also did not eat oil and salt, and it was useless for him to say anything or nothing.

Sure enough, it's not a family, and it doesn't enter a family.

If the ambassador of Trabi is a lakeworm, then this king is a religious maniac, and the leopard god will bless us when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth.

Lindemann felt sorry for the people of Wakanda, who were destined to have no future to speak of when they encountered such a stupid ruler.

He was racking his brains, all kinds of inducements were ineffective, and he was already considering whether to try to start a war as a threat.

After all, according to his experience, this kind of pampered fool is most afraid of his power being overthrown by the people. With a military armed force like Wakanda, which only needs a few companies of soldiers, it should be easy to deal with.

When the time comes, it will be convenient to support a puppet king.

He looked at Prince T'Challa, who had been standing behind the king next to him, and he had the appearance of a king.

Just as some dangerous thoughts were circling in his mind, the American major who accompanied him received a phone call, then took out the tablet he had with him, opened a page, and handed it to him.

"It's too late, Magneto is starting to get started. This is Warsaw, the capital of Poland, and now the whole city has been slaughtered. ”

Lindemann reached out and took it, opened it to see that it was a video from a satellite perspective.

When you zoom closer, you can see that under the satellite, the city is full of ruins, and the streets are full of corpses, and the death is horrific.

"Vomit ......"

Lindemann was just an ordinary person, how could he have seen such a bloody scene?

Although not seen live, there is no olfactory stimulation. But under the ultra-high-definition satellite lens, all the bloody tragic situation was revealed, and Lindemann only felt a churning stomach at the moment, and couldn't help but turn his head and vomit wildly.

The video of the corpses strewn all over the field was also revealed in front of the eyes of the T'Chaka father and son.

Both of them looked at each other, and after the two looked at each other, Prince T'Challa apologized, and then turned around and left the hall, perhaps throwing up somewhere.

Lindeman vomited for a moment, rinsed his mouth with the kettle handed by the soldier next to him, and then gasped to T'Chaca.

"Your Majesty, since you have seen it, I will not hide it from you."

"The video you see is done by an international terrorist named Eric Lanshel. He is a mutant, and his goal is to kill all humans and establish a mutant kingdom. ”

"Our research has found that there is a metal called 'vibranium' that can help us fight him. But the amount of this metal is too small. ”

"We've investigated that this metal is supposed to come from Wakanda, but you're only an agrarian country, and obviously don't have the ability to smelt this rare metal. So, we want to help you improve your smelting skills so that you can get more vibranium and save the world. ”

"Now the situation is that the war has begun, and we don't have time to explore, mine, smelt."

"So, I would like to ask, does your country have stocks of this metal? After all, your royal family has existed for thousands of years, and perhaps after thousands of years of accumulation, you will collect a lot of these 'rare treasures' in your palace. ”

Now that the original plan was scrapped, Lindemann decided to take a different approach to the task.

If you have the opportunity, you can get some vibranium to deal with the emergency, and after solving the matter of Magneto, you can overthrow the rotten feudal rule of Wakanda and send people to mine it on a large scale.

As for this stubborn, rigid, stupid old king, it will not be too late to clean it up when the time comes.