In the face of Laura's slightly provocative behavior, Najiya silently stood in front of T'Challa, and held the two ring-shaped ornaments on her back with both hands behind her back, which were actually her exclusive weapons.

"Get out of the way, Miss Crawford, I need to deal with this thief Ulysses Crow!"

Techa stretched out his hand and pulled Nakia away from him, and met Laura, who was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.

"In this way, all these materials of the Holy Trinity are true, and Wakanda is really unusual."

Laura didn't care about the power he showed at all, but teased:

"Aurora, are your eyelids cramping? And this Mr. T'Challa, do you still wear a suit with your girlfriend when you go out? What if I suddenly want to do something? Is this thing easy to take off? ”

As soon as these words came out, T'Challa froze in place, and Nakia next to him quickly turned around, staring at his close-fitting black clothes with a surprised gaze on his loose neckline.

Oloro's brain is a little down, what is the matter? What to do? What's good or bad? What is she talking about? Why can't I understand?

Invisibly, the tension in the room dissipated a lot, and Laura re-adjusted the light curtain and said in a light tone:

"Besides, what are you anxious about, even if you really want to find someone, do you know where this Ulysses Crowe is?"

At this time, although T'Challa had already taken the heart-shaped grass and put on a battle suit to take over the duties of the panther from his father, he had not yet experienced the beating of society, and his temperament was a little impulsive, not much different from the average young man.

"I'm sorry, I was impulsive."

After retracting the claws that popped out of his hands, he stretched out his right hand to Rau again.

"Reacquainted, my name is T'Challa, the current guardian of Wakanda, the Black Panther."

"Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. T'Challa."

Laura smiled and shook his hand.

"My name is Nakia, a member of the former palace guards in Wakanda."

"Hello."

He shook her hand as well, during which Laura winked at the tangled Oloro, leading the conversation back in the right direction:

"According to my analysis, Albert and his party are not going to pick up any supply team at all, they need a guide, that is, this Ulysses Crowe."

After a few strokes on the light curtain, a top-down surveillance screen appeared in front of several people.

At this time, Albert and his party, who did not know that they had been under high-definition surveillance, were still rushing to their destination.

"How long will it take?"

Due to the loud noise generated by the helicopter flight, Albert could only communicate with his team members by shouting, even with a communication headset.

"Fifteen minutes to go!"

The subordinate turned his head and glanced at the cockpit, gesturing in reply.

In the desert more than 60 kilometers away from them, a six-wheeled transport truck was stuck in the soft sand, and the driver slammed on the accelerator in front of them, while a large man nearly three meters tall was pushing hard.

"Hey! Big guy, don't bother, don't you notice that you're sinking deeper and deeper? ”

"No! You said that you will give me 300 US dollars when you say that you will launch it, do you not want to give money? ”

The brawny man in the red metal helmet replied angrily, ignoring the sand raised by the wheels flying into his mouth.

"Calm down! Calm down! I'm talking about it, okay, you keep busy, three hundred dollars are waiting for you here. ”

The man who spoke was none other than Ulysses Crowe, who took three hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and shook them in his hand.

"Drink, ah!"

Stimulated by money, the big man slammed his hands violently... Then the whole transport truck was directly overturned by him.

Everyone present was shocked by this sudden scene.

"Red Tank! Are you stupid? ”

The truck driver tore the door at the last minute and rolled out, steadied himself and cursed directly.

"You're stupid! Sabertooth Tiger! ”

Red Tank scolded back without showing any weakness, and then walked straight up to the stunned Crowe, pinched three dollar bills with two fingers and stuffed them into his bulging red vest.

"The car, come out, take the money."

When Albert and his party arrived at the scene, they just saw the scene of this car overturning.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that the car was just stuck in the sand? How did you turn it over? Is the goods that the headquarters wants still pressed underneath? ”

Ulysses Crowe rubbed his forehead in the face of questioning, Red Tank sat on the sand with an expression that had nothing to do with me, and the saber-toothed tiger next to him stared at him rather unhappily.

"Hey! Hello, my name is Wade Wilson, the strongest mercenary on the East Coast of the United States. ”

A riotous man in a floral shirt and beach pants squeezed out from the crowd of heavily armed mercenaries and grabbed Dr. Albert's naturally drooping right hand.

"Actually, this is a small accident, just give me six hundred dollars and get it done for you in minutes."

Although he subconsciously felt that the touch on his hand was not quite right, he still turned his head sideways and said to his subordinates, who was concerned about the damage to the goods:

"Quick! Give him the money! ”

Wade happily accepted the commission, stuffed five of them into his pocket, shook the last bill, and walked to the red tank.

"Now, it's live, a hundred dollars!"

Red Tank stood up, shook his head, and replied succinctly:

"Not enough!"

Wade flicked the banknote stiffly, jumped to his feet and scolded:

"Huh? Do you despise a hundred dollars? According to the price list, this can hire you for two hours or two of you for an hour! ”

Hearing this, the red tank first scratched his head, then stretched out his finger and counted back and forth a few times, and then reluctantly pinched the hundred-yuan bill, felt the sticky touch on it, and then frowned and sniffed:

"Strawberry flavor, emmmm"

Dr. Albert, who had been looking at the buried container, was stunned for a moment, and then raised his right hand extremely stiffly, leaving some reddish viscous liquid on it. A gust of wind blew, and it was indeed strawberry-flavored.

"Drink, !!"

The red tank walked to the overturned transport truck with a rocking step, grabbed the deformed transmission rod with both hands, and the whole car returned to its position in a creaking noise.

The dust caused Dr. Albert to reflexively raise his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and as a result, he was covered with the strawberry-scented unidentified object on his hand.

"Phew! What the hell is this thing? The taste is too choking! ”

"Jam, it's my favorite jam flavor!"

Wade slipped a toothpaste tube into his underwear pocket as he snorted, and the small words on it read:

"Strawberry flavored body lubricant"