Marvel: I am Fireproof Girl

Chapter 241 Conflict
T'Challa is a prince, but also a black man.

Just as white people don't trust black people, black people don't trust white people.

Going to corrupt New York and working with deceitful white men is undoubtedly a dangerous job. Would the king of Wakanda have only one bodyguard for his own son?

of course not!His son is his own son, the kind who has done a paternity test.

As a matter of course, he arranged for more royal guards to protect T'Challa secretly. Anyway, in terms of Wakanda's technology, it is not difficult to make an optical invisibility cloak.

So these royal guards hid around T'Challa, and their only mission was to protect the safety of His Royal Highness and help him eliminate all threats.And Batgirl's behavior undoubtedly touched their bottom line, so they showed up without hesitation and attacked Batgirl.

The safety of the people?
It's none of our business!
Besides, some untouchables are worth more than the life of His Highness the Prince?Die or die!
In Wakanda's traditional concept, the royal family is supreme, they are the real people, as for others, sorry, the royal family said you are human, you are human, when the royal family did not say you are human, you are livestock.

Is it a problem to accidentally injure a few livestock in order to save people?of course not!
So the royal guards opened fire without hesitation. The vibrating gold spear emitted dozens of beams. The high temperature and screams all frightened the people. They wanted to run, but the beams came so quickly that they couldn't let them run.So the desperate husband hugged his wife, and the terrified mother hugged the child. They prayed to God, only hoping to exchange their lives for the lives of their loved ones.

But it was not God who answered the prayers, but the two girls.

The people saw that Batwoman and Spiderwoman met those beams and made the same move as them, which was to protect others with their bodies.The only difference is that they only want to protect their loved ones, but those two girls want to protect everyone.

So they watched helplessly as the light beam pierced through the girls' bodies, piercing through their clothes and bones, blood splashed out and turned into red mist under the high temperature, like the purest souls in the world.

Batwoman and Spiderwoman fell down without any suspense. Even though they are superheroes with strong bodies, reality is not comics, let alone novels. There is no such thing as using the body to resist energy weapons. Even the super strong can't do it, and these two fledgling little guys can't do it even more.

To be able to protect the head and heart, and guarantee not to die, is already God's blessing, and it has helped them both.

The two girls fell miserably, with more than a dozen horrible penetrating wounds on their bodies. They fell to the ground, their faces pale, like a pair of ruthlessly ravaged dolls, who couldn't even stand up.

But the royal guards were intact. They were a little surprised that Batwoman and Spiderwoman could block this attack, but they didn't mind too much. If they couldn't kill them once, it would be good to do it again.Anyway, the vibrating gold spear is an excellent and mature weapon. The purpose of manufacture is to harvest life, and continuous firing is not a problem.

So the spear was raised flat again, and the energy condensed again, so fast that even Pierce couldn't react, so fast that even T'Challa couldn't stop it in time.

"Hulton (ready)... Nala (launch)!"

The bald female guard yelled the command to attack in Wakanda, but the word "launch" just yelled the word "fa", and a small stone hit her big bald head.

It is not accurate to say that it is a small stone, because it is actually a candy, and it has been eaten in half, and there is still a lot of saliva on it.

The owner of this candy is just a six or seven-year-old child. She hid in her mother's arms and uttered the most determined voice in the world with her immature voice: "Bastards, you are not allowed to hurt them!"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that a switch was turned on.People joined hands and used their bodies to form a barrier, firmly protecting Batgirl and Spiderwoman inside. They shouted at the royal guards: "If you want to hurt them, step on us first!"

The two girls were both surprised and moved: "You...?"

An old man said softly, "Don't worry, children. You were the ones who protected us before, but now it's our turn to protect you."

The royal guards were also surprised, but they were not surprised by the aura of fighting against the enemy, but were surprised that these people were not afraid of death.You must know that momentum is useless, as long as they shoot the beam, these people will fall down like wheat cut by a sickle. In this case, why don't they fear, surrender, or kneel?

Are the livestock in the white country a bunch of brainless idiots?

The answer is simple, because they have faith!
This belief is not God, not the government, but themselves, or the 800 million New York compatriots.For this belief, they can gamble everything, even give up their lives.

This belief did not arise out of nowhere, but with reason and evidence.

When the Chitauri invaded and New York fell, New Yorkers became the first alien slaves ever.In front of the army of aliens, the federal government is trembling and wholeheartedly protecting itself, and the countries of the world are like frightened birds, just wanting to protect themselves wisely.New Yorkers can't rely on anyone. Under the strong external pressure, they can only unite and help each other, so that they survived the most difficult time, and finally waited until the Fireproof Woman led the Lothric army to repel Chitauri, let them see the light of day again.

After that, although the whole world provided humanitarian assistance to New York, the narrowness of human nature inevitably overflowed.Alien slaves, shame on humanity and many other titles were forcibly added to New Yorkers, as if the only meaning of their existence was to record this failure of mankind.

Isolation, discrimination, ridicule, abuse, New York discovered that although the Chitauri left, another alien appeared again. This alien had the same appearance, the same culture, and the same origin as them. This alien is called... Human!
They are still prisoners and slaves, so they can only become united and help each other like before, hoping to survive this difficult time and finally win the light.

Then Pierce showed up, quelling dissatisfaction with Project Insight before shouting the slogan of independence.Although hasty and unjust, but for New Yorkers, this is undoubtedly a beam of light penetrating into a dark room, which is both faint and still light.

For two equally bad choices, it is natural to choose the better one, so the New Yorkers chose Pierce. After all, it is always bad if it does not change, and it may be good if it changes.

This is why Pierce was able to win New York in one fell swoop, not overnight, but a process of continuous accumulation of various factors, from quantitative changes to qualitative changes.Even if there is no Pierce, there will be Bulls, Tiers, and Tiers in a few years. The independence of New York can be said to be the general trend of the new era. It may be postponed, but it is absolutely unavoidable.

It is precisely for this reason that New Yorkers are uniquely strong. Usually they are like a mess, no different from people in other beautiful states. They still rack their brains for mortgages and car loans, but once something happens, these people will be closely united. In everything, stingy businessmen will distribute supplies to people for free, and disgruntled workers will not hesitate to labor for free.

Because they know that money is worthless before freedom.

This awareness is not told to them or asked by them, but they comprehend it through their own experience.In difficult times, they have only one status, that is slaves.

If they don't want to be slaves, then they can only stand up, cast their flesh and blood into a city wall, and fight for themselves!

So in the face of the oppression in Wakanda, this spirit prompted them to stand together again, abandoning the ego, integrating into the big ego, and showing the "New York spirit" to the world in front of countless cameras!
"Your resistance is meaningless." The bald female guard is a leader after all, and she has a little bit of political awareness, so she didn't order the shooting immediately, but issued a loud deterrent: "Quickly step back, you don't even have weapons. No, the only consequence of resistance is to die in vain!"

"Who says we don't have weapons?"

Following the low voice, a burly, nearly two-meter-tall bald man wearing a puffy suit came out of the crowd, biting a cigar.

Behind him are countless people in strange costumes, including gangsters, hooligans, veterans who cannot integrate into society, and violent people who ignore social rules.

Without exception, they all carried guns, even grenades, howitzers, and even rocket launchers.

"My name is Jin Bin. I'm a bastard, a villain and a scum." The burly man said bluntly: "But I'm still a New Yorker. I don't understand the truth. I only know that New York doesn't have a group of African niggas coming Lord, you say we don’t have weapons? Just kidding, don’t you know that this great country started by selling weapons?”

As his words fell, two trucks drove over, and his men opened the door, and countless guns and short cannons rushed out with a bang, covering the ground.

"These weapons were originally intended to be sold in Afghanistan, and to be honest they would make me a lot of money. But now I'm in a bad mood, so they're all free! I swear by the name Jin Bin, these weapons are easy to operate, even if a Children can use it. So what are you waiting for, everyone takes one, and then..." Jin Bin raised his middle finger at the royal guards, grinned and shouted wildly: "Tell these niggers Who is the boss!"

"Oh!!!"

The crowd shouted excitedly, and then picked up their guns one after another.

Pierce's face was ashen. He didn't understand why things developed like this, and he didn't know who could prevent the possible conflicts that would occur next.

Then the sirens sounded, the NYPD (New York Police Department) convoy surrounded the scene, and Sheriff George led the police officers with live ammunition out.

(End of this chapter)