Chapter 714 I named you the governor of the Democratic Republic of Congo!

  It was another sunny morning. When Fisher sat up from the bed in a daze, he was the only one left in the house. Well, there was a hearty breakfast on the table.

   "Why do you feel like being baited?"

  While reminiscing about the touch at hand, Fisher jumped out of bed to wash, and then sat at the dining table, slowly enjoying the loving breakfast someone left for him, while watching the morning news on TV.

  Although the news of a major country has always been complained about, after comparing these things, you will find that the media is still worse in the end.

  Maybe this one is not good, but others may be worse.

However, the seductive show host is very enthusiastic, especially recently I don’t know why, the media host has also started to roll, everyone can’t wait to go to the studio shirtless, but this has caused the ratings to skyrocket a lot, after all, everyone They are more concerned about national affairs!

  As the New Year of 19 is approaching, the fitness enthusiasm of the American people is still difficult to be offset by the low temperature. Everyone still likes to be the third child to maintain their daily firepower, shooting, shooting, or special shooting.

In fact, the occurrence of shootings should be directly related to the level of armed forces in the area. For example, the Hell’s Kitchen of the outstanding people kills about 30 people every day. The gangs here always keep the bazooka Gatling as a big killer, especially Recently, after the unicorn demon and the pink furry rabbit have raged, the guys in Hell’s Kitchen even learned about the black sorghum from Africa and installed heavy machine guns and grenade launchers on their pickup trucks or other cars. The fighting power of these dynamic groups is no weaker than the drug gangs in the slums of Brazil.

And there is a saying, just like the Mexican special forces switching to a drug lord, American soldiers also have a fine tradition of being laid off and reemployed. Some gangs even send their younger brothers to serve in the army to learn various techniques and tactics and military command. Experience value, and then wait for the retired to come back, and take the younger brother to lay a piece of land.

  But generally speaking, the probability of ordinary people being shot is relatively low. Just like Fisher, he has been reborn in the United States for so many years, and he has never seen a shot on the spot.

In addition, the host also took a look at the latest plan of the mayor of New York City, because during his tenure, the United States has the highest number of superhero awards, and the mayor who knew that he had no good fruit after stepping down simply broke the pot. Actively responding to the slogan of Wakanda Friendly Neighbors calling for the black stalks to return home to build their hometowns, and prepare to send 800 unemployed and about to be unemployed black stalks to take long-term jobs.

Mayor Golden Retriever thinks very well that he has no choice at all. It is better to go slant and see if he can restore some of his prestige, so that he will not be impeached by multiple parties after stepping down, or even be arrested in prison. At that time, the thirty-eight delicate young woman I just married can't keep it! The bald chief of the police station would definitely have trouble with him. After all, it hasn't been a week since the wife he just married and the chief divorced.

In fact, it's not just the Mayor of New York. More or less countries and regions around the world have sent aid teams to work for Wakanda under various names. They don't care whether these people are local black stalks or foreign ones. Anyway, the ancestral home is in Africa.

  Among the many black millets who have returned to the happy hometown, there is a young man with pure bones looking at the ape tribe soldiers who are too tall and over-nourished, and feels that his life seems to have opened a new door.

He is Eric, the son of the old king’s brother, and Techara’s cousin. His father was executed by the old king, but he himself was not implicated. Instead, he grew up in the American black community and joined the army. Later, after realizing that he had no hope of being promoted in the army, Eric decisively took the bucket and ran away, returning to the mainland to think about other businesses that could make a lot of money.

However, after all these years, Eric has never forgotten Wakanda. His father is also Prince Wakanda. He has grown up and said that he is also a relative of the emperor, and he might be picked up one day. Days, of course, have to give an explanation to the old man's death.

It’s a pity that I waited year after year, and now Eric almost forgot Wakanda’s words. He didn’t wait until he was picked up, but fortunately, he also had a confidant in the heart of the young lady. Here, Eric can also temporarily forget about the unhappiness in life. Until recently, as an unemployed person, he was selected by the New York City Anti-Pornography Working Group, and then he came to this continent with a ferry ticket.

   "Wakanda!"

Now that I saw the familiar fellows, I must not let it go. Eric stepped forward and declared that he was a Wakanda, which immediately attracted the attention of the guards. Four or five soldiers were waiting aside with big sticks. People come to find out their true body. If they are confirmed to be Wakanda, they will bring them back to recognize their ancestors. If they are disguised, they will be taken to the sheepfold and have a meal, and then thrown to the mine for mining!

  A highly respected old man carefully checked Eric's ups and downs, and then confirmed that the other party was really a Wakanda who was dispersed, and took him to the garrison commander's office.

  Unfortunately, Mbaku, who was cast into a psychological shadow by Tchala, happened to be here.

After Eric revealed to the other party that he was actually a member of the royal family, Mbaku was overjoyed. After he was expelled from the country by Techara, he had to face all sorts of trivial matters of those stupid compatriots all day long, and there was no past at all. The joy of being a king in the cave, now that there is an extra prince, that's cool.

   "Tell me, Eric, do you want to avenge your father?"

"certainly!"

"Very well, I will forge you into a qualified fighter!" Mbaku nodded in satisfaction. This is a qualified weapon, a powerful bullet he shot at the Tejia Dynasty. Maybe he can't go anymore. Competing for the seat of the king, but now he just wants to get sick of Techara, and it's better to get him down.

  And Eric did not expect that his trip to Africa would be so exciting. He would be elected as a kingly contender by the national opposition when he just recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan.

  "Thank you so much, Uncle Mbaku!" Although the two hadn't met before today, Eric still abandoned his face decisively. Now Mbaku is his good uncle.

  "When I defeat the liar and become the king, I will definitely seal you up as the governor of the Democratic Republic of the Congo!" Eric very generously sealed off the territory he had not beaten down.

  　 The codeword is painful

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)