American comics: This guy is crazy

Black Panther T'Challa falls down a waterfall.

This is a large, fast-flowing river that extends into the primeval forests of Africa's interior.

Moreover, the river has many branches and is inhabited by carnivorous creatures such as piranhas and crocodiles. It is almost certain that you will die if you drown.

Previously, a group of tribal chiefs who were impressed by T'Challa stood up excitedly.

They want to rescue, but a new king has been born, and they must obey Eric's orders.

The ritual of fighting for the throne is a matter of life and death.

Unless the new king is merciful and willing to spare his competitor's life.

However, Eric, who came here to take revenge for killing his father, naturally did not allow T'Challa to survive.

Just from the act of throwing people over the waterfall, it can be seen that it is clearly intended to cause death.

Eric opened his arms and shouted: "You have not paid homage to the king yet."

The people who were the first to kneel and watch the battle had no choice.

All the chiefs and guards looked at Queen Ramanda without exception.

Sometimes Black Panther T'Challa is not in the country, and Ramanda takes care of it on his behalf, which means he holds real power.

It's just that as a mother, she only cares about her son, so she maintains the stability of the king's power.

The elite female warriors who were loyal to the royal family clenched their spears, indicating that they were willing to sacrifice their lives to support the queen.

"Are you going against tradition?"

Eric smiled slightly, his eyes full of mischief, looking at the unwilling and angry Ramanda, hoping that she would break the ritual.

In Wakanda, tradition trumps all else and is equivalent to an inviolable constitution.

As long as Ramanda dares not to recognize his identity as king, he can clear the obstacles justifiably.

At that time, it is logical to take over the entire Wakanda.

As for the chiefs, he ignored them at all and had no right to question the legitimacy of the king.

"See Your Majesty!"

A small impatience messes up a big plan, and Lamanda's city is so deep that he finally admits the other party's identity.

If she couldn't control her emotions and did something offensive, she would no longer have the chance to avenge T'Challa, and Suri might even be implicated in his death.

She had already lost a son and could not afford to lose another daughter.

As the queen expressed her stance, the other chiefs saluted one after another.

At the scene, only Allen and the other three sat quietly, which immediately aroused Eric's dissatisfaction and frowned: "Are you challenging my majesty?"

"No."

Allen said sincerely: "I discriminate against niggas from the bottom of my heart."

hiss…

Namor gasped.

Brother, please separate the situation out of your mind. This is Wakanda, and all of them are niggas.

Eric looked stunned.

I really didn't expect that the other party would dare to be so brazen and provocative.

The Wakanda army is not comparable to that of human countries. When Iron Man came, the energy reactor in his chest was exploded.

How capable he is, he actually screamed at a country.

Although the guard standing by was angry when he heard it, he was a little happy because he didn't care about Eric so much.

"I hope you can maintain your current mentality." Eric said with an angry smile.

In fact, growing up in American society, he can personally feel the humiliation of racial discrimination.

On the contrary, the natives living in Wakanda don't care about color discrimination at all.

Everyone is in darkness, and there are no such social problems in daily life.

"It's the mentality."

Allen proudly said: "Since I stopped taking medicine, my mentality has been very good. Therefore, after my actual verification, mental illness is not a disease, but entirely a conspiracy of capitalists."

"..."

Eric calmed down and ordered: "Take it down."

From his verbal dialogue, he had already realized that this person seemed a little abnormal.

Fortunately, as an outsider, ordering the execution will not affect his ability to secure the throne of king.

"Pirate King, run!"

Allen carried Morgan on his back and shouted towards Namor.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Allen had jumped from the stands to the platform.

At the same time, Namor flew into the sky to escape.

Namor felt that T'Challa, who had fought against each other many times, could communicate with him. After all, the two sides fought on a point-to-point basis, but Eric didn't trust him that much.

Just because the winner has been determined and he still wants to kill them all, it can be seen that he is ruthless and may take this opportunity to wipe out his own people.

But we can't kill him, which is the reason for the two sides to proceed.

"What do you want to do?"

When Eric saw Allen leaping in front of him, he couldn't help but take a step back and was frightened.

He suddenly remembered that the other party had terrifying strength and he was definitely no match for him.

"Don't you know I'm afraid of the dark?"

Allen said bitterly: "You still want to scare me."

Bang!

A whip kick.

Eric could capture the trajectory of the attack with his naked eyes, but unfortunately his reaction speed couldn't keep up.

The next moment, the whole person flew out like a kite with its string cut off.

"Protect the King!"

As soon as they saw the new king being attacked, some people immediately expressed their loyalty.

There is a high probability that it is a foregone conclusion that T'Challa will definitely die. Eric ascended the throne and wanted to take this opportunity to show off and achieve success in his life.

A warrior threw a spear and shot Namor in the air.

Hearing the noise, Namor turned around and realized the danger, and prepared to dodge sideways. Finally, he slowed down and opened a long wound on his leg. The pain made it difficult for the wings on his ankle to flap, so his balance was unstable. Falling waterfall.

Of course, Namor, who lives in water, cannot let water drown him.

When Allen kicked Eric away, he jumped off the cliff with Morgan on his back, and at the same time, he did not forget to give the queen a meaningful look.

The soldiers looked at the bottom of the waterfall, which was full of mist and rushing water, and could not find any trace at all.

"Drive the fighter plane to chase them."

Puff!

Eric got up with difficulty, just saying a word, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

Seeing this, Wakanda was divided into two factions.

One faction was the chief who supported the new king and actively treated Eric.

The other faction was the group led by Ramanda, who turned a blind eye and watched.

The unconscious Eric was simply a godsend opportunity to kill him.

Suri, whose mind was blinded by hatred, secretly tried to wear the weapon bracelet with both hands, and wanted to complete revenge with a sound wave cannon.

At this time, Ramanda had come to his side, stretched out his hand to hold Suri, stared at him, and shook his head slightly to indicate not to do stupid things.

As Eric was carried away for treatment.

Most people left one after another, leaving only Ramanda and Shuri, as well as a group of trusted female warriors.

With no outsiders present, Shuri asked in confusion: "Mother, why don't you let me take revenge."

"You are playing with your own life."

Ramanda explained seriously: "Once you kill the new king, you will face the death penalty. I can't live without you anymore."

That's right, as long as Shuri really wants to do it, whether he succeeds or not, he will inevitably die and cause Wakanda's internal organs.

All those with royal blood have died, and the chiefs of each tribe do not need to abide by tradition. They are undoubtedly qualified to be promoted to the new royal family.

At that time, Ramanda will be the first to become the target of cleaning.

"Did T'Challa die in vain?" Shuri roared with tears in his eyes.

"No..."

Ramanda hugged her daughter and comforted her softly: "Your brother may not die."

"..."

Shuri then looked confused and could not understand the meaning of her mother's words at all.

T'Challa was seriously injured in public and thrown into the waterfall cliff. If he were an intact person, he might not survive.

Ramanda gave him a reproachful look and said unhappily: "You are usually quite smart in inventing things, but now your little head is not working."

"The outsiders brought by Namor are helping us."

"Helping us!?"

Suri became more and more confused as he listened. He just felt that Alan was mentally abnormal and discriminated against black people. He didn't like him at all.

"He kicked Eric before he left, which was actually giving us time to delay." Ramanda reminded.

"Heart-shaped grass!" Suri suddenly realized.

The king is the guardian of Wakanda and must drink the potion made of heart-shaped grass to fully tap the potential of his body.

But now that Eric is seriously injured, he does not meet the conditions for taking heart-shaped grass at all, otherwise it will be counterproductive and endanger his life.

"That's right."

Lamanda said: "As long as he hasn't taken the heart-shaped grass, he can't be considered a real king."

"Why did he do that?" Shuri couldn't figure out why Alan wanted to help them.

"It's not hard to guess." Lamanda analyzed: "The other party must hope that we don't attack the sea tribe. At the same time, their intention to escape through the waterfall is to rescue T'Challa. In this way, T'Challa, who has returned, has the right to regain the throne."

After hearing a series of explanations, Shuri finally understood the doorway.

I have to admire my mother's wisdom, and my attitude towards Alan has changed 180 degrees.

"It turns out that the guy who looks crazy is actually very scheming." Shuri praised.

"Now we try our best to mobilize the connections at hand to prevent the new king from attacking the sea tribe."

After figuring out what to do, Lamanda led his direct line to take action.

...

Beside the rolling river, herds of wildebeests sometimes drink water.

The predator crocodile hiding under the water quietly waits for its prey to approach.

As long as they are within a certain range, they will immediately launch a hunting and sneak attack, and then drag them into the river to roll to their death.

"Go, Crocodile Knight conquers the river."

"I am the Dragon King of the River."

Two large adult crocodiles carried two people on their backs and moved forward on the river.

Of course, it was Allen and Morgan who left Wakanda and casually caught two large crocodiles as a means of transportation.

As for how to tame crocodiles, it was just a little fist and foot talk.

After all, Allen is a very reasonable person, not only limited to words, but also very good at physics.

Bang!

Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the river.

Only to see Namor jumped ashore with the seriously injured T'Challa on his back.

"Turn."

The crocodiles were forced to swim to the shore with their fists and quickly joined Namor.

"Ariado."

As soon as he stepped on the shore, Allen politely bowed to the crocodiles to thank him, and Morgan followed suit and bowed and said: "Ariado."

The two crocodiles were relieved and slowly retreated into the river.

"Nothing to thank you for. I'll give you a ride."

Without waiting for the crocodile to retreat back to the river, Allen stepped forward quickly and kicked it away.

"I'll give you a ride, too."

Morgan hurriedly kicked away the crocodile that had carried him.

The two crocodiles flew in the air. They had never thought of experiencing flying in their lives.

Plop!

Plop!

They flew dozens of meters and fell heavily into the river, splashing high water.

"Grandpa, I kicked farther than you." Morgan said proudly.

Alan had a question about how much power Morgan in Saipan's transformation could burst out.

All he could say was that among the many heroes, it was estimated that the Hulk could fight her.

"Alan, he's dying."

Namor had been checking T'Challa's vital signs, judging from his breathing and pulse, his injuries were very serious.

Not only did his internal organs get hurt, but he also looked like he was going to die because he had been soaked in water for a long time.

"With this divine doctor here, I won't allow him to die young."

Alan crossed his hands and shouted, "Failure humiliation ray!"

A ray of white light shone on T'Challa, healing his injuries all over his body.

His face was originally pale, well... a little faded, and then it returned to its black appearance.

Cough cough...

Within a minute, T'Challa coughed out the water in his lungs and regained consciousness.

"You are..."

T'Challa looked at the three people in confusion, and after a while he remembered, and said with a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be you."

"He has water in his brain and needs to rest."

Alan looked at Namor and ordered: "Catch a fish, we will camp and eat grilled fish."

"I want to eat grilled fish." Morgan cheered impatiently.

"Little Morgan, go pick up matches."

"Okay."

Namor jumped into the river, and Morgan went into the woods.

And Alan sat beside T'Challa with nothing to do, gloating: "Captain Black Cat, your throne is gone."

"Yes, it's gone."

T'Challa sighed, and there was no fighting spirit at all.

In fact, when T'Challa fought with Eric, he didn't use his full strength from the beginning.

He knew the grudges of the previous generation, so he felt indebted to him.

But in fact, the more he fought, the more he found Eric to be powerful.

T'Challa had taken heart-shaped grass, and his physical fitness was not comparable to that of ordinary people. As a result, he was completely defeated and almost beaten to death.

The reason why he didn't kill him in the ring was probably because Eric wanted him to see the expression of his relatives who had lost their loved ones.

After all, Eric witnessed the whole process of his father's murder.

Alan further provoked him with words: "He will also kill your mother and sister."

Hearing this, T'Challa finally reacted, and a strong killing intent burst out in his eyes.

He could die to forgive his sins, but he was not allowed to hurt his relatives.

But then it became bleak again.

"I don't have the ability to defeat him, and as long as he has taken heart-shaped grass, I can no longer be his opponent." T'Challa said in a low tone.

"What kind of real man is it to rely on taking medicine."

Alan said with disdain: "The golden leopard must have been injected with super serum."

"..."

T'Challa felt hurt by these words, mainly because he was not as good as others after drinking heart-shaped grass.

Of course, when the super serum was mentioned, it suddenly became clear why there was such a huge difference in combat power.

"You mean, I can take back the throne as long as I inject the super serum?" T'Challa asked with a perky look.

"No."

Alan said seriously: "It will only make you unable to lift your head when you take the medicine."

T'Challa asked blankly: "What do you mean?"

Alan smiled with a mean look on his face, and his eyes shifted to the other person's lower body.

As if he understood the meaning, T'Challa couldn't help but shudder, and sympathy for Eric rose in his heart.

For revenge, is it necessary to be so cruel to yourself?