Chapter 205 Twenty Dollar Business

   "Sir, the drone has arrived at the scene!"

   "Enlarge the image and let us see what is happening here!"

In fact, the five major gangsters of the Security Council and regional powers such as Japan and India still have a very strict view of Africa, especially small countries with scarce local resources like Japan. They are almost jumping up and down wanting to expand their influence in Africa, and then gain more. Overseas station, so as soon as Wakanda and Hydra started a war, there were two or five teenagers calling nearby military bases.

At the beginning, the coalition forces really didn’t take this matter seriously. After all, this is Africa. A hundred guns are the commander. A thousand guns dare to build a nation in Africa. After talking about some weird rays of light, God was angry, flying armored men and other snoring words, the coalition forces that sensed something was wrong immediately sent a Predator drone.

   "Sir, we asked Atlas and they denied there was a military operation in the area!"

  "Not Atlas?" The duty commander of the U.S. African Command in a vest with a cigar curiously looked at the high-definition pictures taken by the drone.

Although the Wakanda Guards cleared the traces of their visit, they did not care about the corpses and equipment of Hydra soldiers scattered on the ground, as well as the burn marks of those energy weapons. After all, Wakanda is rich in products. They have everything, and they don’t like Hydra’s backward weapons, but the coalition is different. Because Atlas is expensive, the coalition immediately sent a large number of engineers to clean the battlefield, looking ugly but still powerful. With a full-fledged Hydra energy submachine gun, the top coalition forces were frightened and angry.

"Find out their identities!" The U.S. commander slapped the table angrily. Such advanced weapons should only be owned by the U.S. Now such a group of people has emerged. This is related to the safety of the free world. This group of armed forces must surrender their technology. If they don’t, they are terrorists, and they must strike hard!

At this juncture, a little black who is less than twenty years old in a tattered military uniform is stuck in front of an Abrams main battle tank that is patrolling daily. If it weren't for the loader's sharp eyes, I'm afraid Abrams He will run over directly. As for why the loader has sharp eyes, it may be because he is also black!

  In short, this little black ate two battlefield fried chickens in one breath, and after drinking a full bottle of watermelon soda, he stammered in English to say that he knew the clues to the battle.

  "You better not lie to us!" The fierce base guard tied him to a chair, and then several generals and officials rushed into the room, looking at him seriously.

"I won't, won't! I tell you what you want to know, I need a green card!" Xiao Hei is Anka. He is tired of the day when he can't touch Nana when he can't get enough to eat. He wants to go to America to be a prostitute! Leading the relief fund, eating welfare bread, and Bai Zuo Madonna help him with the handjob, this is the day he wants!

   "???" The general looked at the ivory m45 pistol on his waist, wondering if the base drainage ditch could still be filled with a black man.

"It's not impossible to have a green card, but I have to get accurate information!" The head of the African region of the CIA's Overseas Operations Division is a black MSL in his thirties. He held the rosary in one hand and looked at his cousin blankly. .

   "Of course, I promise that the information is true!" Xiao Hei quickly swore in the name of his grandmother, but he still said that he had to see his green card before he came to the United States to tell what he knew.

what to do? The general and the official looked at each other, then the official raised his eyebrows and hinted to the general, go out to talk!

  Out of the meeting room, the person in charge threw a cigar to the general, and the two began to vomit.

  "Do you need to give him some means to tell him what he knows?"

   "No, general, I have a way!" The person in charge put away the rosary, waved his hand, indicating that the mountain man has a clever plan!

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   "Struck was defeated again?"

  At the internal meeting of Hydra, the necks of a bunch of high-level people who were enjoying themselves eating, drinking and having fun in America trembled endlessly.

   "You said that you can't beat the well-equipped mercenaries of Atlas, and you can still eat them in Africa? Struck just let me be the baron!"

"You? You deceive people too much!" The person was sitting on the ro-ro ship that he was riding on when he was escaping from Europe, gritted his teeth and looked at the smirking dogs on the screen. Damn, this Hydra leader is not appropriate. !

"Okay, don't laugh!" Pierce knocked on the table and motioned to the others to calm down. "Baron Straker is also a member of Hydra. His loss is our loss. We can't just sit back and watch!" Although It’s the boss of Hydra, but Pierce has worked in S.H.I. Clear the identity of the other party!

   "High-tech armed blacks, is this possible? Is this reasonable?" Another big boss, Malik, dismissed it.

   "Yes, are you sure you were dazzled by drugs that day? Straker!"

   "I'm a soldier and never touch those junk stuff! I'm pretty sure!" Straker flushed, and roared furiously.

   "I will send someone to find out their details!"

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   "No, the green card you want!"

  The person in charge threw a small card with Anka in front of the opponent, and then sat down on the interrogation table, condescendingly looking at the thin Anka.

  "Am I an American?" Anka ecstatically took the card with his photo and looked at it carefully. After confirming that the information on it was correct, Anka thanked the person in charge very much.

   "Now, tell everything you know, and there will be a plane to take you to the United States!"

   So Anka said all of what he had seen and heard, including the names of the female bald heads for Prince Techara and Techaka.

   "Prince? King?" The person in charge was suspicious, but the instrument on the side told him that the black man had not lied. After a while of silence, the person in charge chose to trust the machine.

  "You really gave him a green card?" The general at the door was very surprised.

  "How can it be possible that the United States is so tight on resources, how can it be possible to recruit a guy with no ability to come in casually!"

   "That green card?"

   "It's only a fake of twenty dollars, the African guy has no knowledge!" The tone of the person in charge is full of superiority.

  (End of this chapter)