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Chapter 383 Alan's Grilled Fish Skills

Namor jumped out of the river, carrying a fish more than two meters long on his back.

Then Morgan came running back carrying a huge tree.

Alan took some time to go back to Arkham Fortress to get seasonings and knives.

While preparing the grilled fish dinner, T'Challa sat by the river sighing, thinking about his loved ones all the time.

As for the hatred towards Eric, it is not that strong.

Smoke rises from the kitchen.

The whole fish was roasted over the fire until it was sizzling.

"When can we eat?" Morgan looked impatient.

"It will be ready soon."

Alan sprinkled the spices, making the aroma stronger.

However, Namor was full of thoughts and had a very depressed expression.

"Pirate King, don't you like picnics?" Alan asked casually.

"No."

Namor shook his head and said bluntly: "I am wondering what force launched the sneak attack."

There are simply too many suspicious targets and I have no clue at all.

It mainly involves the nuclear bomb level. All major countries are suspicious. It is not ruled out that the villain organization obtained the nuclear warheads through the black market.

Therefore, we cannot jump to conclusions easily.

In fact, Namor leads his people to live in isolation from the world, and their only export, vibranium, is for mutants, so they do not intervene in the vortex among humans.

The reason is that humans are too deep in the water and are worried about causing a disaster that will wipe out their race.

After a long period of operation and development, Namor's people rarely mentioned the matter of taking back Atlantis, and they were only thinking about developing their territory in peace.

"Have you ever thought about a key message?"

"What is it?"

Namor was already used to Eren's habit of speaking half of his sentences.

"It's vibranium."

Allen explained, "More than ten tons of vibranium ore are missing. If it's a civilian criminal organization, it must be cashing in on the black market. We can start investigating."

Of course, investigating black market vibranium is a helpless direction.

The other party may not be willing to sell the vibranium, or other countries may intervene, making it impossible to sell it off.

At least in the case of aimlessness, there may be a breakthrough.

However, a new problem arises.

Namor said dejectedly, "The black market is so big, who can we ask for information from?"

The black market is not a designated area. It is a global smuggling channel. Without any connections, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Look at me."

After that, Alan raised his hand and opened the portals one by one.

The sixth portal opened and finally found the target.

"Come over for dinner."

The funny trio on the other side of the portal looked at Allen and others in the African jungle in astonishment, and could only bite the bullet and walk over.

The Joker, the Penguin, and the Riddler have been busy running for mayor for a long time and have not hung out with Allen for a long time, so when they see the nominal boss, they are somewhat resistant.

That’s right, the three of them cleaned up their politics and deliberately avoided Alan’s intentions.

"Boss, what are you busy with?"

Arthur looked bitter, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

The damn laughter disorder has been disturbing his normal life.

However, it is his laughter disorder that makes him stand out among the villains, especially his crazy laughter that scares his competitors.

"Running for mayor is just a side activity, my business is serious business."

Alan grabbed Arthur's neck, picked up half of the fish head, fed it to his mouth and said, "Try my cooking."

Taking the fish head, Arthur asked with a smile: "Boss, if you have something to say, just tell me. I will go through fire and water for you."

"When have you ever seen me send you to your death?"

Alan said bluntly: "Please help me investigate whether there is large-scale vibranium circulation in the black market. If you are sure there is, please help me check the source of the supply." "What is vibranium? Is it an alloy of gold?" Edward pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and asked subconsciously.

"Even Vibranium doesn't know!"

The next moment, Allen suddenly said, "You are DC characters, it's normal that you don't know about vibranium."

Then, introduce each other.

Suddenly, the funny trio's expressions became upset.

The two previous kings of Atlantis and Wakanda had their status cards placed in America, and the president had to greet them in person.

At the same time, their eyes dimmed.

No wonder the boss doesn’t take them to play, the new partners are of such a high level.

"who is she?"

Cobert looked at Morgan, a burly man, who was eating the grilled fish in silence and with relish.

It looks familiar, but I'm not sure.

"You know her, Tony's daughter Morgan." Alan responded calmly.

hiss…

Boss, you are such a talent.

You've made someone's daughter so big, it would be strange if Iron Man didn't come after you and fight you to death.

"How have you three been doing lately?" Alan asked with concern.

Edward adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "It went very smoothly. We deliberately framed Batman and organized a team to fight violence. Now the people of Gotham support us very much."

"Don't overdo it."

Allen reminded: "Gotham is incomplete without Batman."

Sure enough, the Boss and Batboy are truly in love and protect each other so much.

They had no intention of killing Batman, nor were they able to do so.

"I'm thinking about how to let the mayor of Gotham retire reasonably." Arthur said frankly.

"Has your IQ deteriorated since you followed me?"

Allen said with a serious face: "Give the mayor 10 million in retirement money as a reward, and then report corruption and bribery. We can't do anything too extreme. Report 1 million for bribery, and the rest will be used as the mayor's expenses for his old age. We will then control public opinion and demand a new election."

"..."

Indeed, how could such a simple solution not be considered.

After all, they were born criminals, and their minds were full of thoughts about making their opponents disappear, so they temporarily ignored effective means.

After things were explained clearly, the three were sent back to Gotham.

While they were busy eating, a Quinjet arrived.

"His Majesty!"

The six female warriors jumped down high and knelt respectfully in front of T'Challa.

"Okoye, I am no longer the King of Wakanda." T'Challa said lostly.

Looking at the female warriors who were loyal to the royal family, he felt only guilt.

They were raised and trained by the royal family since childhood and are loyal to T'Challa. Therefore, they are very worried about their future fate after Eric comes to power.

"You will always be our king."

Okoye took out a necklace and said, “This is what the queen asked us to send.”

Naturally, it is the accessories of Black Panther's vibranium armor.

T'Challa stared at the necklace, and some of his fighting spirit was rekindled.

Okoye consoled them: “The Queen will fully cooperate with you in the country and has understood the plan.”

"What plan?" T'Challa was confused.

Okoye looked at Allen who was peeling the fish skin and explained, "Sir Allen seriously injured Eric to delay time and rescued His Majesty. This was a hint to the Queen to delay Wakanda from attacking the Sea Tribe and help His Majesty regain the throne."

"..."

Is that really the case?
T'Challa cast a questioning look at Alan.

"Why are you looking at me?"

Alan pointed at the grilled fish and said enthusiastically, "Let's try my cooking together."

(End of this chapter)