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

"Zoom in and let's see what's going on here!"

In fact, the five hooligans of the Security Council and regional powers such as Japan and India are still very strict about Africa. In particular, small countries like Japan, which lack local resources, are almost jumping up and down to expand their influence in Africa and obtain more overseas residences. Therefore, vakanda and Hydra have a war, Twenty five children called a nearby military base.

At first, the Allied forces really didn't take this matter seriously. After all, this is Africa, where a hundred guns are the commander and a thousand guns dare to build a nation. Black corn fire is not uncommon, but when they heard black corn stammer about strange light, God was angry and flying armored people, the Allied forces immediately sent Predator drones.

"Sir, we asked atlas. They denied military operations in the area!"

"Not atlas?" The commander on duty of the U.S. African Command, wearing a vest and a cigar, looked curiously at the high-definition pictures taken by the UAV.

Although the vakanda guard cleared away the traces of their past, they did not take care of the bodies and equipment of the nine headed snake soldiers scattered on the ground and the burning traces of those energy weapons. After all, vakanda has rich products and everything, and they don't care about the falling weapons of the nine headed snake, but the Allied forces are different, because atlas is expensive, Therefore, the coalition immediately sent a large number of engineers to clean the battlefield. Looking at the ugly but still powerful Hydra energy submachine gun, the senior leaders of the coalition were surprised and angry.

"Find out their identity!" The United States clapped the table in a unified manner. Such advanced weapons should only be owned by the United States. Now there are such a group of people. It is related to the safety of the free world. In order to cook and have, these armed forces must hand over their technology. If they don't hand it over, they are terrorists. They must attack with heavy fists!

At this juncture, a little black under the age of 20, wearing a ragged military uniform, blocked in front of an Abrams main battle tank on daily patrol. If he didn't fill his hand and eyes, I'm afraid Abrams would run over directly. As for why he filled his hands and eyes, it can be because he is also black!

In short, the little black ate two field fried chickens in one breath and drank a full bottle of watermelon soda before he stammered in English that he knew the clues of the battle.

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

"I won't, I won't! I'll tell you what you want to know. I need a green card! " Xiao Hei is ANKA. He is tired of fighting and killing. He doesn't have enough food to touch Nana. He wants to be a white whore in America! Receiving the relief fund, eating welfare bread, and the White left virgin helping him with the Asher, this is the day he wants!

“？？？” The general looked at the ivory M45 pistol at his waist and wondered if there was still a black man in the drainage ditch of the base.

"Green card is not impossible, but I must get accurate information!" The head of the CIA's overseas operations office in Africa is a MSL black man in his thirties. He holds a rosary in one hand and looks at his cousin expressionless.

"Of course, I guarantee that the information is true!" Xiao Hei quickly swore in the name of his grandparents, but he still said that he would not say what he knew until he saw the green card and then came to the United States.

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

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

"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 and indicated that the mountain people had their own tricks!

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"Strack is defeated again?"

At the internal meeting of Hydra, a pile of high-level people who enjoyed eating, drinking and having fun in America shook their necks.

"You say you can't beat those well-equipped mercenaries in atlas. Can you eat in Africa? Strack, just give me the Baron! "

"You? Deceive people too much! " The party concerned sat on a 10000 ton ro ro ship he took when he fled from Europe and looked at several laughing dogs on the screen with gnashing teeth. Shit, it's ok if the Hydra leader is not right!

"Well, stop laughing!" Pierce knocked on the table and motioned the others to calm down. "Baron Strack is also a hydra. His loss is our loss. We can't sit idly by!" Although he is the boss of Hydra, pierce has worked in the s.h.i.e.l.d. for so many years. Sometimes his mind can't help but focus on the s.h.l.d. Bureau. One of the tasks of the s.h.l.d. bureau is to monitor these unknown armed forces. Therefore, he also wants to find out the identity of the other party!

"High tech armed blacks, is this possible? Is that reasonable? " Malik, another big boss, was dismissive.

"Yes, are you sure you weren't dazzled by drugs that day? Strack! "

"I'm a soldier and never touch those rubbish! I'm sure! " Strack blushed and growled angrily.

"I'll 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 printed with Anka in front of the other party, then sat down on the interrogation table and looked down at the thin ANKA.

"I'm American?" Anka was overjoyed and took the card printed with her photo and looked at it carefully. After confirming that the information on it was correct, Anka thanked the person in charge.

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

So Anka said everything she had seen and heard, including the names of the bald women to Prince tchala and Tchaka.

"Prince? The king? " The person in charge was skeptical, but the instrument on one side told him that the black man did not lie. After a moment of silence, the person in charge chose to believe the machine.

"Did you really give him a green card?" The general outside the door was surprised.

"How could it be that the United States is so short of resources, and how could it casually recruit a guy with little ability!"

"That green card?"

"It's just a $20 fake. The Africans don't see it!" The tone of the person in charge was full of superiority.