The Angel of Judgment Through the Marvel World

A two-story building in the town, this is the tallest building in the town.

Maybe this place used to be the mansion of a prominent figure among the locals in the town, but now it has become the temporary residence of the king.

Afraid of the natives' counterattack, Wang Quan divided his mercenaries into three small squads and patrolled them backwards.

After observing that there was no danger around him, Wang Quan walked to the top of the building alone, enjoying the evening breeze.

Because it is near the equator, it is extremely hot and muggy even at night.

Coupled with countless mosquito bites, the mercenaries under his command were miserable.

Fortunately, Wang Quan had the foresight to purchase several boxes of six gods when passing through the Pharaoh Kingdom.

This makes the current group of mercenaries feel better.

When I bought these, the young driver didn't understand. Buying Chinese things from the Pharaonic Kingdom was extremely expensive.

It might not be of any use. Wang Quan didn't refute at that time, he just smiled and said nothing.

Today’s young drivers are just two words.

Really fragrant!

He hugs Liushen every day and never lets go, even when he sleeps.

In addition, Wang Quan's armor was so high that mosquitoes could not break through Wang Quan's defense, so Wang Quan gave his two bottles to his young self.

Then every day Wang Quan would smell the strong smell of Liushen, which was very pungent.

But the driver enjoyed it very much and claimed that it was the most fragrant smell he had ever smelled.

Really fragrant warning!

Until he later went to the beautiful country, he still couldn't get rid of this habit. One thing he must do every day is to spray Liushen on himself.

While he was bored and thinking about interesting things during the journey, Wang Quan suddenly thought of something.

"Hey, why don't I go back and take a nap? It can also keep them safe."

Just as he was told, Wang Quan chose Da Zhuang and teleported directly back to the Covo Town Manor.

It was now late at night here, Da Zhuang was sleeping soundly, and his loud snoring resounded throughout the elephant room.

He didn't even notice Wang Quan passing by him. Instead, Xiao Jian next to him opened his eyes and saw Wang Quan.

Then, nothing more, it went back to sleep.

"I'll wipe it!"

Wang Quan wants to make it into mutton kebabs. I haven’t seen him for so long. You should give me some reaction when I see the owner.

Helpless, Wang Quan had to return to his room to rest.

Suddenly, he saw from the window that the lights in Big Badger's room were still on at night, which made Wang Quan a little confused.

"Forget it, this person is weird to begin with."

Tiredness came over him, and Wang Quan didn't bother to find out what was going on. He might be taking care of his sniper rifle.

Ever since Big Badger got the laser sniper rifle, he wanted to give it away. He kept swiping it every day, which made Wang Quan feel annoyed and panicked.

Early the next morning, Wang Quan teleported directly back to Sudan without even greeting Gou Xiong and the others, and started his day's itinerary again.

But after Wang Quan left, Dana walked into Wang Quan's room.

Regardless of whether Wang Quan is there or not, the first thing this little girl is willing to do after washing up every morning is to clean Wang Quan's room.

So no matter when Wang Quan came back, the room he stayed in was always spotless.

During the cleaning process, Dana touched the bed and felt the temperature on the bed, which surprised her.

So she picked up the pillow towel and smelled it. Looking at the expression on her face, she seemed to understand something.

Wang Quan, on the other hand, didn't think too much. He was already sitting in the car, waiting to set off.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, the ground was as hot as if it could bake an egg, and even the air became blurry due to the high temperature.

The team had to drive faster so that more wind could blow in from the windows. Even if it was hot wind, it would at least make the mercenary group more relaxed.

Yesterday's battle situation was also counted, and only one person was slightly injured.

During the pursuit, he stepped on a corpse, sprained his foot, and then hit his head on a rock.

The driver driving next to him was talking about this matter with excitement. That person has now become the object of everyone's jokes.

"That guy's back is too much. Captain, don't you think so?"

"Concentrate on driving!"

This is the third time Wang Quan has heard him talk about this matter. Such a talkative person is almost the same as Peter, and he doesn't know what it will be like when they meet.

"okay!"

Three days later, King Quan's team arrived at the border between North and South Sudan. This was the most difficult place to pass on the line he chose.

Just like the [-]th Parallel between Korea and Kimchi, it is a military restricted area. Even if the Koreans want to go to Kimchi, they have to transfer through the Chinese capital.

From this metaphor we can see how difficult it is to get through here.

There were still five hundred kilometers away from the border, and when the royal power was still debating whether to use force or take a detour, trouble struck again.

Why should I use again?

"People in front of you, listen, you are suspected of harming our citizens. We will arrest you in accordance with our laws. Please stop the car immediately!"

"Repeat it again, the people in front..."

……

Listening to the broadcast of the Sudanese army blocking the royal convoy ahead, the driver next to him panicked.

A few days ago, we were fighting the indigenous people, but now we are the regular army. They seem to have commanders who have received advanced national military education. This is really difficult.

"Commander, what shall we do?"

"Why are you panicking? Stop on the side of the road and I'll go down to negotiate."

The driver used the intercom to explain the situation, and the convoy stopped instantly.

Then Wang Quan walked alone to the front of about a battalion of troops.

The young driver followed and took a photo of Wang Quan with Wang Quan's camera.

The content of the photo shows Wang Quan making strides forward, facing a battalion of troops.

The shooting technique is quite professional, and the king in the photo has an imposing manner that even though there are thousands of people there, I can't help but admire him.

"I'm here to negotiate."

Wang Quan shouted loudly when he walked 20 meters in front of the army.

Soon, a black officer came out and said in a blunt voice:

"Are you from China?"

"Um, yes, how can you speak Chinese?"

A big old black man could actually speak Chinese. Although he was a little stiff, he still made Wang Quan feel a little friendly.

"I used to study abroad at the Huaxia Nandu Military Academy and just came back last year, so I will."

The black officer still answered very stiffly.

"I'll go, this is one of our own, I also studied at Nandu Military Academy."

"Which class are you in?"

Looking at the familiar Chinese in front of him, the black officer answered honestly:

"From the [-]th class."

"It's getting closer and closer. I am from the [-]th class. So you are still my senior."

"We are all classmates, can you please be accommodating and let us pass?"

This is the purpose of royal power. It would be best if one more issue can be resolved peacefully.

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