Sentinel

Chapter 256 News from Wakanda
The coast of Africa, the giant pier in Salvador.

Looking around, dozens of dilapidated old ships lay quietly on the muddy beach where the tide has receded. They are like the corpses of giants, exuding an old and decaying atmosphere in the lonely afterglow of the setting sun.

One of the "brand new" ships barely maintained its youthful vigor, unlike other freighters, which faced the end of being scrapped and dismantled due to disrepair or aging equipment.

Hundreds of black people are like busy worker ants, walking around the dark interior of the ship. They neatly arrange boxes of military weapons such as guns or grenades in the cargo warehouse, and you can also see individual rocket launchers among them. Partner.

Riveted and well-sealed wooden boxes filled with guns and grenades are no different from bread and butter to working blacks, at least in Africa.

These weapons, which are not considered advanced, will be sold by the owner of the ship to African warlords or tribal chiefs, militants from Chechnya, and certain religious organizations that claim to fight for freedom.

Ulysses Crow, a black market dealer in the African continent, his trade is not limited to arms and weapons. In fact, this bearded man occasionally plays the role of a mercenary or a robber ——The targets are usually expensive and rare antiques, or promising scientific research equipment.

It is unbelievable that this black market businessman who was born in a military family has a doctorate in physics and is said to have studied acoustics for a period of time.

Of course, most of the time, Crowe is still a diligent middleman, reselling military supplies and making huge profits from it. Almost the leaders of warlords on the entire African continent, or leaders of small countries, mercenary organizations and multinational security companies, They have all had cooperation transactions with him to varying degrees.

This black market businessman has a wide network of contacts and has many secret channels. Stark Industries, which has not yet transformed into a new energy giant, used to be his supplier. You must know that in the past, the arms and weapons manufactured by Stark were printed. Often double the price.

Especially those ignorant niggers, they are like nouveau riche, they can't figure out what is the best, so they only choose the most expensive.

The mantra that Crowe often talks about is that as long as the money is in place, there is nothing that cannot be bought.

"...I don't care who lied to you. Anyway, I gave you six sets of short-range heat-seeking missile equipment, but I only got a ship of rusty scrap iron. You must compensate me, otherwise I will provide you with the next Missiles will fly directly to your house!"

Ulysses Klau walked around the office wearing a pair of dirty military boots. The clothes on his body smelled of motor oil, and a saber was stuck in his waist. Doesn't seem like a very easy character to deal with.

"Mr. Eric Lancer?"

Crowe hung up the phone and grinned at the white-haired old man sitting on the office chair, "Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, you are a distinguished guest introduced by Mr. Wesley, I should treat you warmly, but business Well, that’s how it is sometimes, you have to get through one thing before you have time for the next.”

"Mr. Crowe, I don't mind your negligence. If you can clean up your office a little bit before I come, even spray some air freshener."

Magneto frowned. In the black market businessman's office, oil, sweat, and body odor were mixed together. In addition to the airtight ship cabin and the stuffy feeling above the outside, it was simply suffocating.

"Frankly speaking, it is a painful torture for me to sit here and discuss business with you."

The leader of the fraternity was outspoken. He gradually led his compatriots to migrate to Africa. Using the support given by Sean, he temporarily gathered the warlord power named Sowanda.

However, if you want to occupy a place in the African continent ruled by warlords, and compete with those multinational security companies, large energy companies, and guerrilla organizations for territory and resources, it is not enough to rely on a few mutants, at least you must have enough Living supplies, arms and medical supplies.

These are the necessary conditions for establishing a stable base. Relying purely on military plunder and lacking long-term resource support, no matter how powerful Magneto's personal power is, it will be difficult to maintain it.

"It was my negligence. Big people like you certainly can't adapt to this kind of environment... Actually, I personally want to open a presidential suite in a hotel, and talk business with you while drinking high-end red wine."

The black market businessman naturally knew who the gray old man sitting in front of him was—the famous Magneto, a veteran powerhouse among mutants, if the other party wanted to, he could blow up this ship to the sky with one hand. All the hot weapons in the game will turn against each other immediately, jumping up and harvesting the life on their side.

Crowe is not an idiot who can't see the situation clearly. He can sit in this position today. Apart from having a group of desperadoes who dare to fight and fight hard, as well as his own crazy spirit of not dying, a clear mind is also an indispensable condition. one.

"Okay, Mr. Crowe, let's get back to the topic. As the most famous black market dealer in Africa, I hope you can meet all my requirements...weapons, military equipment, medical drugs, etc." Magneto covered his nose and waved began to speak.

He doesn't want to continue to entangle with this naughty guy anymore. It is crucial to get all kinds of urgently needed supplies from the other party. As long as a stable environment is established, a beautiful place suitable for living and development can be created soon. home.

"No problem at all."

Ulysses Crow patted his chest vigorously, and a smile appeared on his bearded face. Coupled with the yellowed teeth, it made people even more disgusted.

"Mr. Wesley is very generous. Before you came, he settled the first payment... Collecting money to do things, this is my principle of doing things, and no one can shake it."

The black market businessman glanced at Magneto, paused and continued: "But I can do much more than that!"

The leader of the fraternity raised his brows and asked casually: "Mr. Crow, besides selling arms and supplies, do you have any other talents to show off? Like carving or carpentry?"

Long before coming here, Magneto had a clear understanding of Ulysses Crow's information. As Sean's temporary partner, he also had a part of the domination just like Victor Doom in Latvinia. Skynet's low-level authority.

Buying supplies and talking about business is just a superficial disguise. If you really need these things, relying on the ocean-going freighters of the Rand Group, it will not be a problem at all.The founder of Umbrella has never been stingy with his allies. At his level, money and power are insignificant accessories. Although Magneto does not know what the other party is after, it will definitely not be to earn Childish things like wealth or the enjoyment of power.

When he was imprisoned in the underground prison, Magneto said that he saw a familiar shadow in Xiao En, similar to Sebastian Xiao, that unstoppable ambition, compared to the dead Black King, This young man is even more unfathomable.

"Wakanda, Zhenjin."

Ulysses Klau, who thought he had seized the opportunity, spit out two key words.

(End of this chapter)