American comics: This guy is crazy

Namor jumped out of the river, carrying a fish over two meters long on his back.

Then Morgan rushed back carrying a giant tree.

Allen took the time to go back to Arkham Fortress and get seasonings and knives.

While preparing a grilled fish dinner, T'Challa sighed and sat by the river, thinking about his relatives all the time.

As for the hatred towards Eric, he is not that strong.

Smoke rises from the kitchen.

A whole fish was grilled over the fire until it was sizzling with oil.

"When can we eat it?" Morgan looked impatient.

"It'll be ready soon."

Allen drizzled in spices to make the scent stronger.

However, Namor was full of thoughts and looked very unhappy.

"Pirate King, don't you like picnics?" Allen asked casually.

"no."

Namor shook his head and said bluntly: "I'm thinking about what kind of force made the sneak attack."

There are really too many suspicious targets and there is no clue at all.

It mainly involves nuclear bombs, and all major countries are suspicious. It cannot be ruled out that villain organizations obtain nuclear warheads through the black market.

Therefore, one cannot draw any conclusions lightly.

In fact, Namor leads his tribe to live an isolated life. The only export of vibranium is for mutants, so he does not get involved in the vortex among humans.

The reason is that the water is too deep for human beings, and they are worried about causing genocide.

After a long period of business development, Namor's tribe rarely mentioned the matter of recapturing Atlantis, thinking only of developing their territory with peace of mind.

"Ever thought of a key message."

"What is it?"

Namor was already used to Allen's habit of half-talking.

"It's vibranium."

Allen explained: "More than ten tons of vibranium ore have been lost. If private criminal organizations must have transferred it to the black market for cash, we can start investigating."

Of course, investigating the black market vibranium is a helpless direction.

The other party may not be willing to sell vibranium, or it may be impossible for various countries to sell it.

At least in the case of aimlessness, it may be a breakthrough.

However, we faced a new problem.

Namor said in frustration: "The black market is so big, who should we ask for information from?"

The black market is not a designated area. It is a global smuggling channel. Without any personal connections, it is really like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Look at me."

After saying that, Allen raised his hand and opened the portals one by one.

The sixth portal opened and the desired target was finally found.

"Come over for dinner."

The funny trio on the other side of the portal looked at Allen and others in the African virgin forest in astonishment, and could only walk over bravely.

The Joker, Penguin, and Riddler have been busy running for mayor for a long time, and they haven't hung out with Allen for a long time. Therefore, seeing the nominal boss, they feel a little resistant.

Yes, the three of them cleansed themselves and entered politics, and deliberately avoided Allen.

"Boss, what are you busy with?"

Arthur had a bitter look on his face, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Damn laughing syndrome, which has always troubled his normal life.

However, it is his mania that makes him stand out among the villains. In particular, his crazy laughter frightens his competitors.

"Running for mayor is just a side activity, my business is business."

Allen grabbed Arthur's neck, stuck half of the fish head in, fed it to his mouth and said, "Taste my craftsmanship."

Taking the fish head, Arthur asked dumbfounded: "Boss, tell me if you have something to say, and I will go through fire and water."

"When have you ever seen me send you to death?"

Allen said bluntly: "Help me investigate whether there is large-scale vibranium circulation in the black market. If you are sure there is, help me check the source of the supply."

"What is vibranium? Is it an alloy of gold?" Edward pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and asked subconsciously.

"You don't even know about vibranium!"

The next moment, Allen suddenly said: "You are DC characters, it is normal not to know about vibranium."

Immediately, introduce each other.

For a moment, the expressions of the funny trio lost their composure.

The two previous kings of Atlantis and Wakanda, whose status cards were placed on America, needed to be greeted personally by the president.

Unexpectedly, his eyes dimmed.

No wonder the boss doesn't play with them, the new partners are of such high quality.

"who is she?"

Cobot looked at Morgan, who was tall and silent, eating grilled fish with relish.

It looks familiar, but I'm not sure.

"You guys know Tony's daughter Morgan." Allen responded calmly.

hiss…

Boss, you are really talented.

If you make someone's daughter so big, it would be a shame if Iron Man didn't fight for you.

"How are the three brothers doing recently?" Allen asked with concern.

Edward adjusted his glasses and said confidently: "It went very well. We deliberately framed the crime...Batman, and organized a riot squad. Now the people of Gotham support us very much."

"Don't overdo it."

Allen reminded: "Gotham is incomplete without Bat."

Sure enough, the boss and Batboy are in true love, and they protect each other so much.

They have no intention of killing Batman, nor are they capable of doing so.

"I'm thinking about how to reasonably retire the mayor of Gotham." Arthur said frankly.

"Have your IQs deteriorated since you followed me?"

Allen said with a stern face: "Give the mayor 10 million in pension as a reward, and then report the corruption and bribery. You can't do anything wrong. If you report the 1 million in bribes, the rest will be used as expenses for the mayor to spend his old age. Let's continue Control public opinion and demand re-election.”

“…”

Indeed, how could they not have considered such a simple method.

After all, they were born as criminals, and their minds were full of making their opponents disappear, and they ignored effective means for a while.

After the matter was explained clearly, the three were sent back to Gotham.

While they were busy eating, a Quinjet arrived.

“Your Majesty!”

The six female warriors jumped high and saluted respectfully on one knee in front of T’Challa.

“Okoye, I am no longer the king of Wakanda.” T’Challa said disappointedly.

Looking at the female warriors loyal to the royal family, he felt only guilty.

They were raised and trained by the royal family since childhood, and they were loyal to T’Challa. Therefore, they were very worried about their future fate after Eric came to power.

“You will always be our king.”

Okoye took out a necklace and said, “This is what the queen asked us to send.”

It is naturally an accessory for the Black Panther Vibranium Battle Suit.

T’Challa stared at the necklace and rekindled some fighting spirit.

Okoye comforted, "The queen will fully cooperate with you at home, and she has understood the plan."

"What plan?" T'Challa was confused.

Okoye looked at Allen who was peeling the fish skin, and explained, "Sir Allen seriously injured Eric to delay time, and then rescued His Majesty, which was a hint that the queen should delay Wakanda from attacking the sea tribe and help His Majesty regain the throne."

"..."

Is that really the case?

T'Challa looked at Allen with an inquiring look.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Allen pointed at the grilled fish and said enthusiastically, "Let's taste my cooking together."