Sentinel

Chapter 360 A Reasonable Excuse
"Many years ago, T'Chaka, who was king, killed my father, his brother, and left a claw wound on his chest... I have been an orphan since then, living on the streets, joining gangs at the age of 14, and being accidentally The CIA took a fancy to it and recruited it as a non-staff agent. Later, he was educated at the University of Annapolis, graduated at the age of 19, and then received a graduate degree at MIT. He joined the Navy Seals and was sent to the overseas battlefield in Afghanistan by the commander... "

"Where I was killing people, reaping life was as easy and natural to me as breathing. People started calling me 'Kermongo,' which means 'kill-trafficker', and I was working for the CIA while looking for Wakanda. I killed countless people, showed no mercy even for the old, the weak, women and children, and became a veritable killing machine... When Mr. Sippers found me, I was training with the Ghost Unit of the United States Joint Special Operations Command..."

"He promised to give me a fair challenge to kill the Black Panther under the witness of everyone in Wakanda! Complete revenge!"

The black young man named Killmonger's voice was full of sorrow and anger, and that high-ranking figure was willing to provide generous help for the great cause of revenge that he had been thinking about day and night for many years.

Relying on the strength of one person alone, not to mention completing revenge, even stepping into the land of Wakanda is not easy.

Killmonger knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and presumably this kind of help would not be gratuitous.

However, he has no reason or qualification to refuse, even if he becomes someone else's pawn, as long as he can avenge his father and wash away the pain and hardship he has endured over the years with blood, even if he becomes a tool, it is worth it.

"It seems that you are well prepared. No wonder Sean said that there is an important bargaining chip waiting for me."

Magneto stared at the black young man who claimed to be the son of the Prince of Wakanda, and he immediately understood that the young man allowed himself to develop his power in Kenya, and now he handed over the orphan of the Wakanda royal family. Naturally, he had already planned it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. It was as if he was complacent about his small achievements, but the other party had already gone further.

Wakanda has mineral resources of great strategic significance. This is an inestimable wealth and a treasure that changes the world. Whoever can fully grasp it can easily become the richest person in the world.

Those advanced weapons and inexhaustible rich mineral veins are enough to make anyone crazy.

Magneto sighed, no longer thinking about it, and said in a deep voice: "I think the boss you are sitting behind the scenes should have formulated a sufficiently comprehensive plan to ensure that the action is foolproof."

"If Wakanda is as you said, unless the United States is willing to launch another large-scale overseas combat plan, just like Iraq or Syria, and implement military threats, otherwise a single army cannot control a country."

Although the Brotherhood has taken control of Kenya, the ruler on the surface is still the rapidly growing Kenyatta family, which annexed the Odinga family.

At best, Magneto can be regarded as an uncrowned king who can influence the direction of the country. If he kicks the spokesperson away and becomes king himself, those stupid and lazy African natives will rise up immediately, and the world's major powers will not tolerate mutants.

The gray-haired old man is staring at the map of Africa on the holographic projection. He has rich experience in fighting the human government, and of course he knows what will happen if he becomes a public enemy of the world.

"We will lead the team into Wakanda under the leadership of Mr. Crowe." Iceman Bobby said. "I believe he will look forward to revisiting his hometown this time."

Everyone turned their attention to Ulysses. The smuggler smiled. He has no right to refuse, and once the plan is achieved, he will also be able to reap huge rewards.

The founder of Umbrella has always fulfilled the principle of fair trade, which is one of the reasons why he agreed so easily.

"We can go to Sudan first, and then sneak into Wakanda through the underground black market in the border area... I haven't set foot on that land for a long time, and I hope nothing will change." The bearded You Lysis said so.

He is an adventurous desperado, as long as the benefits are attractive enough, no matter how big the risk is, he can ignore it.

"However..." Ulysses pondered for a while, "Wakanda is very xenophobic, and outsiders are forbidden to enter the kingdom, and the border defenses are heavily guarded, so it is impossible to sneak in with many people, and they have powerful guardians. Every king will get the title of 'Black Panther', drink a heart-shaped herb, and gain superhuman strength."

The smuggler glanced at the majestic Magneto, then at the uniform army of mutants, and said a little nervously.

He doesn't mind providing guide services for Umbrella, the generous rewards, and the grievances and entanglements between himself and the Wakanda royal family are all important reasons that drive him.

But Ulysses didn't want to die in vain. A mutant squad with less than 20 people, plus the Brotherhood under Magneto, had a total of less than 50 people.

Once inside Wakanda, they have to face the border army, the king of Wakanda who has the title of Black Panther, and thousands of soldiers.

Maybe Magneto and his party can survive by showing their identities, but they will definitely not end well.

Until now, he still doesn't know the real plan of this group of people, so he can't help but feel a little worried.

"Are you afraid, Mr. Crowe?"

Burning John twitched his lips, as if he looked down on this timid and hesitant smuggler.

People who want to gain but are afraid of giving can only stay in one pond and dominate, and it is difficult to achieve great achievements.

"The old man standing next to you is the famous Magneto King among mutants, and he has a group of powerful fighters who have undergone strict training. Even if the operation fails, we will guarantee your safety." Bobby comforted him.

He paused and continued: "And our trip is not to occupy Wakanda...just to let the whole world pay attention to it."

"What's the point?" Ulysses wondered.

"Of course." John took the conversation and grinned, "You must know that our boss is a man of rules, so that we can find reasonable excuses, such as helping the persecuted royal orphans and finding justice."

"According to the tradition of Wakanda, people with royal blood can challenge the king... This will be a trial and a belated revenge."

Killmonger's eyelids drooped, his fists clenched. He had waited a long, long time for this day.

(End of this chapter)