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Chapter 714 I Canonize You as the Governor of the Democratic Republic of the Congo!

It was another sunny morning, when Fisher sat up from the bed in a daze, he was the only one left in the house, um, there was also a sumptuous breakfast on the table.

"Why does it feel like being prostituted for nothing?"

While reminiscing about the touch at hand, Fisher jumped out of bed to wash, and then sat at the dining table, slowly enjoying the love breakfast someone left for him, while watching the morning news on TV.

Although the news of a certain big country has always been complained about by people, after comparing these things, you will find that the media is still worse in the end.

Maybe this one is bad, but someone else might be worse.

However, the eye-catching show hosts are very good, especially recently, for some reason, the hosts in the news circle have also started to roll up. Everyone can't wait to go to the studio shirtless, but this has caused the ratings to skyrocket. After all, everyone They are more concerned about national affairs!

As the New Year approaches in 19, the enthusiasm for fitness of the American people is still difficult to be offset by the low temperature. Everyone still likes to do the old three to maintain daily firepower, shooting, shooting, or fucking shooting.

In fact, the occurrence of shooting cases should be directly related to the level of armed forces in the area. For example, the outstanding Hell’s Kitchen kills about 30 people a day. Because after the unicorn demon and the pink furry rabbit had a quarrel, the guys in Hell's Kitchen even learned from the black sorghum in Africa, and installed heavy machine guns and grenade launchers on their pickup trucks or other vehicles. In terms of combat effectiveness, these dynamic groups are no weaker than those drug gangs in the Brazilian slums.

And there is one thing to say, just like the Mexican special forces who turned to become drug lords, American soldiers also have a fine tradition of being laid off and re-employing. Some gangs even send their younger brothers to serve in the army to learn various techniques and tactics and army command. Experience points, and then when he returns from retirement, he will lead his younger brother to lay down a piece of land.

But generally speaking, the probability of ordinary people being shot is relatively low. Just like Fisher, who has been reborn in the United States for so many years, he has never encountered a live shooting.

In addition, the host also talked about the latest plan of the mayor of New York City, because during his term of office, the mayor of the number one superhero in the United States, knowing that he would have no good fruit to resign, simply smashed the can and smashed it. Actively responded to the slogan of Wakanda's friends and neighbors calling for the black sorghum to return to their hometown for construction, and planned to send [-] unemployed and soon-to-be unemployed black sorghum to work as long-term workers.

The mayor of Jinmao thinks very clearly that he has no choice at all now, so he might as well take a slant to see if he can restore some of his reputation, so as not to be impeached by many parties after stepping down, or even thrown into prison. At that time, the 38-year-old delicate young woman I just married will not be able to keep it!The bald chief of the police station will definitely throw trouble at him. After all, his newly married wife and the chief have not divorced for a week.

In fact, not only the mayor of New York, more or less countries and regions around the world have sent aid teams in various names to work as hard labor for Wakanda. They don’t care whether these people are local or foreign. Anyway, it is true that the ancestral home is Africa.

And among the many black millets who returned to their happy hometown, there was a young man with strange bones who looked at the tall and overnourished orangutan tribe soldiers, and felt that his life seemed to have opened a new door.

He is Eric, the son of the old king's younger brother, and T'Challa's cousin. His father was executed by the old king, but he himself was not implicated. Instead, he grew up in a black community in the United States and then joined the army. Later, after realizing that he had no hope of promotion in the army, Eric decisively ran away with a bucket and returned to the mainland thinking about doing something else that could make a lot of money.

But after so many years, Eric has never forgotten Wakanda. His father is also the prince of Wakanda. In the day, of course, I have to give my father an explanation for his death.

It's a pity that after waiting for a year and a year, Eric has almost forgotten the Wakanda language himself, and he didn't wait until he was picked up, but fortunately, he also has a confidante these years, in the arms of the young lady. Here, Eric can also temporarily forget the unhappiness in life, until not long ago, he was selected by the New York City anti-pornography and anti-illegal working group as an unemployed person, and then he came to this continent with a boat ticket.

"Wakanda!"

Now that I saw the familiar fellow villagers, I must not let it go. Eric stepped forward to show that he was from Wakanda, which immediately attracted the attention of the guards. Four or five soldiers were waiting by the side with big sticks, ready to wait. People come to find out the real body, if it is confirmed that the other party is a Wakanda, then take it back to recognize the ancestors, if it is a disguise, then take it to the sheepfold and beat it, and then throw it to the mine for mining!
A respected old man carefully checked Eric's up and down, and after confirming that the other party was really a Wakanda diaspora, he took him to the office of the garrison commander.

It is a coincidence that M'Baku, who was psychologically shadowed by T'Challa, happened to be here.

After Eric showed the other party that he was actually a member of the royal family, M'Baku was overjoyed. After he was kicked out of the country by T'Challa, he had to face those stupid compatriots and all kinds of trivial matters all day long. The joy of being a king in the cave, now that there is an extra prince, that would be great.

"Tell me, Eric, do you want to avenge your father?"

"Of course!"

"Very good, I will forge you into a qualified fighter!" M'Baku nodded with satisfaction. This is a qualified weapon, a powerful bullet he fired at the Tejia dynasty, and maybe he can't go there again. Competing for the king's seat, but right now he just wants to sick T'Challa and hopefully bring him down.

And Eric didn't expect his trip to Africa to be so exciting, and he would be elected as a king contender by the national opposition just as soon as he recognized his ancestors.

"Thank you so much, Uncle M'Baku!" Although the two of them had never met before today, Eric still decisively abandoned his shame, and now M'Baku is his good uncle.

"When I defeat that liar and become the king, I will make you the governor of the Congo!" Eric generously sealed off the territory he hadn't won yet.

　Typing is so painful
　　
　
(End of this chapter)