The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 390
Eric Killmonger bathed in the eager eyes of the people, listened to the passionate drumbeat, and silently clenched the spear in his hand.

His beating heart had never been so excited, almost bursting out of his chest.

For too long, he has endured for too long.

When he was still an ignorant child, his biological father died at home inexplicably. According to the police report on the spot, his father should have been involved in a drug deal and killed himself.

Eric, who knows that his father is not a bad person, naturally does not accept this explanation, but who would listen to the opinion of a black child?
The police gave a report, the trial of the case was completed, and the final verdict was made. Poor his father, who was murdered by his own brother, was put into a body bag like a dead dog, and he would suffer the stigma of "addict" after death.

What is even more pitiful is his mother, the innocent woman who was framed by the corrupt judicial system in Oakland and was unfortunately imprisoned. Even before she died, she only learned of her husband's death, and she didn't even have her own son. After seeing him for the first time, he was tied to the electric chair and ended his life hastily in the smog.

Both parents died and homeless Eric lived on the street, holding the Wakanda text that his father left him, struggling to survive the hunger and cold, working hard to train himself, and finally as a soldier, Recruited by the CIA and trained as an agent.

The life of an agent is dirty, deceiving, defrauding, assassinating, and killing. As an agent, Eric Kermongo performed his duties indifferently, while using the intelligence network of the CIA to try to find out "Wa Kanda" specific location.

When he was very young, his father told him everything about Wakanda. It is a home full of hope and light, a land where black compatriots will not be discriminated against, and it is the root of his blood.

Wakanda, however, brought him nothing but painful memories.

Eric Killmonger once thought that he had died that night more than ten years ago, and the one who was still alive was just a puppet.

However, when his feet were submerged in the pool water on the stone platform, when the thunderous African war drums sounded in his ears, and when standing opposite him was the enemy who had persecuted him for most of his life, he lived come over.

Never before had he seen the path ahead so clearly.

Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance, vengeance on this damned old man with the same blood as him.

More than that, Eric Killmonger, who should be the king of Wakanda, should also use the power of the entire kingdom to launch aggression and expansion against the outside world, and include those black compatriots in the surrounding areas who were abandoned and despised by Wakanda into the national scope within.

Eric Killmonger took a deep breath, looked at King T'Chaka in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I don't hate you."

".what?"

King T'Chaka looked shocked. He thought that Eric hated him to the core, and wished he could be killed on the spot, and his bones would be ashes.

To be honest, what happened back then was indeed the fault of King T'Chaka himself. He was even ready to atone for his sins in this honor fight, but he didn't expect Eric to say that he didn't hate him.

Also astonished was the Wakanda elder who was the referee, Zuri.

At the beginning, Zuri was also there when T'Chaka killed his brother by mistake. That unforgettable period of black history was like a ghost attached to his heart. Every time he thought of it, Zuri felt pain and regret.

Zuri also owes Eric a life, but Eric's radical political attitude makes Zuri extremely worried. Once Eric ascends the throne, he will definitely drag the whole of Wakanda into the vortex of war.

Zu Rui didn't want to see such a scene. He had to put away his apology to Eric and fulfill the high priest's duty of defending the country first.

Facing the astonished two enemies, Eric smiled casually. He was deeply influenced by the theory of the Black Panther Party since he was a child, and he has read the quotations of Taizu. At this moment, he is bathed in the eyes of millions of Wakanda compatriots, and he speaks loudly. Said: "The country is so beautiful, it attracts countless heroes to bow down!"

? ? ? ?
What Eric recites is the Chinese language with correct pronunciation, and with the help of advanced real-time translation devices, the people of Wakanda can easily understand what he said.

It's just that, in such an ancient African civilization's king election contest, you read such a Chinese poem?What do you mean?

But they don't know that Eric is not only a CIA agent, but also a deeply hidden member of the American Communist Party.

During the long wandering process, Eric witnessed the racial discrimination in the entire American society, not only blacks, but also Asians, Mexicans, and all people of color are being discriminated against by mainstream American society.

Even in today's political correctness, Eric clearly understands that the various preferential treatment of blacks in mainstream American society is completely an insidious strategy to destroy the self-esteem of blacks.

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy;
In Eric's eyes, political correctness is not an overcorrection of racial discrimination, but its essence is still another level of racial discrimination.

He has the responsibility to expose this conspiracy. He has the responsibility to completely eliminate discrimination and hostility between races, so that all people of color can clearly and objectively recognize their own characteristics, enhance mutual understanding, and finally achieve harmonious coexistence among races.

After the demise of the Black Panther Party, Eric, who accepted the ideological legacy of the Black Panther Party, secretly joined the American Communist Party. Not only did he speak a good Chinese language, but he also had unique insights into profound thoughts such as Marxism-Leninism-Maozhe.

These thoughts have watered him, made him grow into an outstanding revolutionary fighter, and learned to cover himself with a shallow and dull appearance-sure enough, whether it is King T'Chaka, Elder Zuri, or even all Wakanda people, They were all deceived by him.

Faced with doubts, Eric laughed loudly and said: "I cherish the British and French alliance, which is decadent and declining; the northern hairy bear is dying.

A generation of Tianjiao, the white rabbit of Huaguo, who only knows how to draw a bow and shoot a big eagle.

All are gone, a few romantic figures, but also look at the present. "

Saying "Let's look at the present", Eric pointed at himself with the tip of the dagger, his face full of pride, "A single spark can start a prairie fire, all reactionaries are paper tigers before the truth, thorough materialism is Fearless."

The bewildered King T'Chaka didn't know how to answer this sentence, but he heard Eric continue to say: "T'Chaka, you are already like the sunset on the western mountain, and the ideas you pursue are unbearable in the face of the trend of the 21st century." one strike.

I'll take your place, get rid of the poison in your mind, start anew, clean up the house and treat the guests.

In the end, I will make all African people stand up on this and end the mutual discrimination between all races everywhere in the world!

This is the guiding ideology of my revolutionary struggle, Eric. "

After hearing such a remark, King T'Chaka's eyes widened and he was speechless, as if to say, "I think you are clearly embarrassing me, Black Panther."

On the contrary, Li Ang clapped his hands and smiled lightly after hearing Eric's words: "No wonder, our comrades are all over the world, and even broke into some organizations.

This Eric, I think it will work. "

(End of this chapter)