The God of Marvel

In the quiet room, T'Chaka, the current king of Wakanda, stood in front of the window with a thoughtful look on his face, looking at the endless plain. He was silent for a long time, and finally could only let out a helpless sigh.

"Father, you called me." At this moment, the door opened and young T'Challa walked in.

"Do you know what happened?" T'Chaka asked in a low voice.

"I know." T'Challa nodded, with a calm expression. He already had a good guess in his mind about what his father wanted to tell him.

"What do you think?" T'Chaka asked again.

"Father, you can make the decision on this matter. No one will object." T'Challa said respectfully.

"No, you are the one who wants to be the king. You have to protect your people. I am old. Sooner or later, this country will belong to you. And when the time comes, this is what you will have to face. I want to hear from you. Opinions." T'Chaka said slowly.

"This" T'Challa frowned, looked at his father's back, pondered for a moment, and said, "We have no room to refuse."

"Yeah, I can't refuse." T'Chaka sighed helplessly. From the moment he knew that Jiang Xi and others were coming this time, T'Chaka had already understood that there was no room for refusal.

Because they have no advantage in terms of theory or force.

"Have you still failed to fulfill your ancestor's instructions after all?" T'Chaka murmured to himself.

"Father" T'Challa frowned when he heard this, and wanted to say something, but in the end he did not say it, and what he wanted to say might be treasonous in the eyes of his father.

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you." T'Chaka waved his hand and did not ask about T'Challa's words. As the saying goes, a son knows better than his father. He has always known T'Challa's thoughts. T'Challa has always had some thoughts about Wakanda's practice of hiding in the world, but because he attaches great importance to the teachings of his ancestors, he can only keep it in his heart.

After T'Challa heard his father's words, he understood what his father meant. This was his father paving the way for him to sit on the throne again. No matter whether the consequences of this incident were good or bad, his father would bear all the consequences. , and the good will be added to him by the father.

"I understand, father." T'Challa nodded without saying anything and exited the room.

Silence returned to the room again, and only after a long time did a heavy sigh sound.

T'Challa's face was serious as he left the room. After pondering for a long time, he walked towards the conference room where Jiang Xi and the others were.

"Click!" The sound of opening the door sounded.

The leisurely Jiang Xi sat up straight, the main show was about to begin! He turned around and saw T'Challa's figure.

T'Challa walked back to the main seat and sat down. He glanced at Jiang Xi and Tony and said directly without showing off, "Father agrees to your request."

Jiang Xi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was really afraid that the stubborn old king would not agree. Then there would really be nothing he could do. Although he was very stubborn when he said the war would start, that method would not work. , is not a question of force, but a question of principle.

If Jiang Xi really wants to start a war, not to mention others, even Tony, who has the best relationship with him, will not hesitate to stop him, because that kind of behavior is no different from that of a robber, and the nature of everything will change by then.

Not to mention Captain America and others who have a strong sense of justice, they will probably immediately regard Jiang Xi as a villain.

But fortunately, everything is developing in a good direction.

At this time, T'Challa spoke again: "I agree to this matter, but we have requirements!"

"Tell me about it." Jiang Xi did not refuse. He could probably guess some of Wakanda's requirements.

"First, the vibranium traded between us is prohibited from being sold privately. If you want to sell it, you must obtain my consent!" T'Challa held out a finger.

"Second, you must inform us about the use of vibranium. Of course, I don't want to steal your technology, I just want to ensure that you don't use vibranium to harm others." T'Challa raised two fingers.

"Third, we have the right to stop supplying vibranium and take it back at any time!" T'Challa raised three fingers.

"Fourth, regarding the source of vibranium, you must keep it secret. It is best that only the two of you know!" T'Challa raised four fingers.

"Fifth, I hope the reward for the transaction is more than just money. We also need part of the exchange of technology. Of course, you have the right to refute this condition." T'Challa raised five fingers.

The corner of Jiang Xi's mouth twitched, what the hell, the Overlord's Treaty.

"Don't you think it's a bit too much?" Jiang Xi said according to what he was thinking.

T'Challa frowned: "No, I am just responsible for my people."

Jiang Xi shrugged: "Then we are responsible for all mankind."

T'Challa's face was expressionless and he felt a little guilty, and said: "It can be discussed."

Jiang Xi raised his eyebrows. This is the advantage of standing up for justice. No matter who he faces, he can be confident and superior to others.

"Tony, you can do these things. I'm not good at it." Jiang Xi threw the problem to Tony who was standing aside.

Tony glanced at Jiang Xi speechlessly, rolled his eyes, but did not refuse, and discussed it seriously with T'Challa.

Jiang Xi, on the other hand, looked at the two of them spitting and frothing, leaning back on the chair leisurely, drinking coffee, in a good mood, another problem was solved, and then he would use Asgard's power. Hey, Jiang Xi wants to see who dares to covet the earth. Labor and capital will beat you so hard that you can’t find it.

By the way, I don’t know what’s going on with Star-Lord and the others. I have a hand here. I don’t know if the Guardians of the Galaxy can be formed. And Ronan doesn’t know what’s going on at the moment. He can’t find the cosmic spirit ball. I'll probably have a terrible headache. So, in disguise, I helped Xandar Planet avoid a disaster. Tsk, those guys should really thank me.

In the boundless universe, a red and blue spaceship is constantly jumping in the subspace, and the direction it is heading to is a remote area of ​​the universe, which is also the direction of the Telan Star.

klin prison

There was silence, and all the prisoners were squatting on the ground, shivering, and around them, there was a group of Cree warriors in uniform uniforms, holding guns and looking at them eagerly.

"Where did they go?" a blue-skinned woman asked fiercely. Ninety percent of her body was made of machinery, and she looked like a robot.

"I don't know." The prisoner said tremblingly, his ferocious appearance useless.

"Damn it!" Xingyun looked fierce, cursed, and waved the long knife in his hand.

Donated blood sprayed and a head flew up.

Nebula shook off the blood on the knife, and scanned the prisoners on the ground with cold eyes: "Who knows where they went, I can avoid you all."

Fear and despair invade everyone's heart.

"I know! I know! Don't kill me!" At this time, a prisoner cried out.

Xingyun's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly, raised his knife and pointed it at the man's neck, shouting: "Say! Tell me and I will let you go!"

"I don't know very well." The man stuttered again after hearing this, and looked at Xingyun timidly.

"You're kidding me!" Xingyun was furious and raised the long knife in his hand high.

"Telan Star! Telan Star! I heard them mention this planet, but I really don't know anything else." The prisoner yelled, holding his head in panic.

Upon hearing this, Xingyun turned to look at Ronan who was standing at the door.

Ronan didn't say anything and turned around to leave. Nebula saw this and quickly followed.

"What should we do here?" Nebula asked after following Ronan.

"Leave no one behind, I don't want anyone to know my whereabouts!" Ronan said ferociously.

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out instantly, accompanied by desperate wails.