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Chapter 205 Twenty Dollar Business

"Sir, the drone has arrived at the scene!"

"Zoom in the image and let's see what's going on here!"

In fact, the five rogues in the Security Council and the regional powers such as Japan and India are still very strict about Africa, especially small countries like Japan, which lack local resources, are almost jumping up and down to expand their influence in Africa, and then get more. Overseas station, so when Wakanda and Hydra started a war, two or five youngsters called the nearby military base.

At the beginning, the coalition forces really didn't take this matter seriously. After all, this is Africa, where a hundred guns are the commander, and a thousand guns dare to build a country in Africa. After talking about weird lights, God's anger, and flying armored men, the coalition forces who noticed something was wrong immediately sent out Predator drones.

"Sir, we have questioned Atlas and they deny there is any military activity in the area!"

"Not Atlas?" The duty commander of the U.S. Africa Command, wearing a vest and dangling a cigar, looked curiously at the high-definition pictures taken by the drone.

Although the Wakanda guards cleared the traces of their presence, they did not care about the corpses and equipment of the Hydra soldiers scattered on the ground, as well as the burn marks of those energy weapons. After all, Wakanda is rich in products. They have everything, and they look down on Hydra's backward weapons, but the coalition forces are different, because the price of Atlas is expensive, so the coalition forces immediately sent a large number of engineers to clean up the battlefield, looking ugly but still powerful The full power of the Hydra submachine gun, the high-level coalition forces were shocked and angry.

"Find out their identities!" The U.S. commander patted the table angrily. Such advanced weapons should only be possessed by the U.S. Now that such a group of people have appeared, this is related to the safety of the free world. For the sake of democracy and peace , this group of armed forces must hand over their technology, otherwise they will be terrorists, and they must strike hard!

At this juncture, a Xiao Hei, who was less than 20 years old, was wearing a tattered military uniform and blocked in front of an Abrams main battle tank on daily patrol. He will run over it directly. As for why the loader has sharp hands and eyes, it may be because he is also black!

In short, this Xiaohei ate two battlefield fried chickens in one go, and drank a bottle full of watermelon soda, before saying in broken English that he knew the clues to the battle.

"You'd better not lie to us!" The ferocious base guards tied him to a chair, and then several generals and officials rushed into the room, looking at him seriously.

"I won't, I won't! I'll tell you what you want to know, I need a green card!" Xiao Hei is Anka. He wants to go to America to be a prostitute!Receiving the relief money, eating welfare bread, and the Madonna of Baizuo helping him play handjobs, this is the day he wants!

"???" The general looked at the ivory M45 pistol on his waist, wondering if a black man could be stuffed in the base gutter.

"It's not impossible to have a green card, but I must get accurate information!" The head of the African region of the CIA's Overseas Operations Division was a black MSL man in his 30s. He held a rosary in one hand and looked at his cousin expressionlessly.

"Of course, I guarantee that the information is true!" Xiao Hei hurriedly swore in the name of his grandma, but he still said that he would not tell what he knew until he got to the United States after seeing the green card.

what to do?The general and the official looked at each other, and then the official raised his eyebrows and hinted to the general, go out and talk!

After leaving the conference room, the person in charge threw a cigar to the general, and the two began to puff.

"Do you need to give him some means to let him tell what he knows?"

"No, General, I have a solution!" The person in charge put away the rosary, waved his hand, and signaled that Shanren had his own plan!

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"Sterak lost again?"

At the internal meeting of Hydra, a bunch of senior executives who were having fun in America were laughing and shaking their necks endlessly.

"You say you can't beat the well-equipped mercenaries in Atlas, but you can still be defeated in Africa? Sterak just give me the baron!"

"You guys? Too much bullying!" The person involved was sitting on the [-]-ton ro-ro ship he was on when he escaped from Europe, gnashing his teeth and looking at the smirking dogs on the screen. Damn it, it doesn't matter if the leader of Hydra is not right !

"Okay, stop laughing!" Pierce knocked on the table, signaling the others to calm down, "Baron Sterak is also a member of Hydra, his loss is our loss, we can't just sit idly by!" Although He is the boss of Hydra, but after working in S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years, Pierce sometimes involuntarily focuses on S.H.I.E.L.D. One of the missions of S.H.I.E.L.D. is to monitor these unknown armed forces, so he also wants to engage in Clear the other party's identity!

"Black people armed with high technology, is this possible? Is this reasonable?" Another big boss, Malik, dismissed it.

"That's right, are you sure you didn't take drugs that day? Strack!"

"I'm a soldier, I never touch those rubbish things! I'm sure!" Strack blushed and growled angrily.

"I will send someone to find out their details!"

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"No, the green card you want!"

The person in charge threw a small card with Anka printed on it in front of the other party, then sat down on the interrogation table, looking down at the thin Anka.

"I am an American?" Anka ecstatically took the card with her photo printed on it and looked at it carefully. After confirming that the information on it was correct, Anka thanked the person in charge.

"Now, tell me everything you know, and a plane will take you to America!"

So Anka spoke out everything he had seen and heard, including the names those bald women called Prince T'Challa and T'Chaka.

"Prince? King?" The person in charge was dubious, but the instrument at the side told him that the black man was not lying. After a moment of silence, the person in charge chose to believe the machine.

"You really gave him a green card?" The general outside the door was very surprised.

"How is it possible, the United States is so tight in resources, how could it be possible to casually recruit a guy with little ability!"

"The green card?"

"It's just a twenty-dollar fake, Africans don't know it!" The person in charge said in a superior tone.

(End of this chapter)