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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0152_part_03
Chapter 263
chapter 0152 part 3
"It won't take too long. It's a batch of guns bought by an anti-government armed force in Somalia. The money has already been paid. We can just take a detour in the air and airdrop the things directly into the Sea Area they designated!" Yuri saw that Kane's look was a bit off and quickly explained. He wouldn't dare offend Kane. Among the Allied Forces of various countries, the French Army's weapons were the newest, and this was largely thanks to Kane's mediation. Moreover, regarding Boss Tang behind Kane, he was even more fearful. That's a ruthless person who dared to blow up Mount Fuji! Although he didn't know why the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department themselves classified this matter as a mountain fire, Yuri still doesn't dare let anyone know that the batch of mortars back then was transported into Tokyo through his channel.
Kane nodded upon hearing this, commanding a few Soldiers to lift the wooden crates from the hummer onto the plane. Yuri's gaze swept over the wooden crates that looked unusually heavy. Although he was a bit curious, he deeply understood the reason that curiosity killed the cat.
An old woods in Siberia, in the log-built training camp Secret Base.
One by one, figures were burly, students whose entire bodies were wrapped in stern killing intent. After strict screening, they were selected. The Leader leading the team was a German with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and wearing a crisp military uniform. He was the second most important person in the entire Siberian Training Camp. All students only knew his codename was Spade K. Supervising all training in the training camp, his position among the Spade Soldiers was only below Commander Kane. And at this moment, he was also leading the newly selected Gunmen for a speech.
"All twenty-eight of you are the most outstanding Gunmen in our training camp. Each one of you is able to stand here only after countless life-and-death trials. Undoubtedly, you represent the physical limits that humanity can currently reach. But you must know, in this world, there are many powerful transcendental beings worth challenging with your life. Boss has already sent an order, ordering you to immediately depart and execute a mission with Commander Kane."
In Spade K's eyes, surging waves of light churned like the Ocean. His gaze was sharp and yet crazed as he stared at the twenty-eight Gunmen lined up in front of him. These people were not all Russians. Their races included almost all races and skin colors on Earth. There were black people, white people, Asians, and even Native Americans with brown skin. So many people standing together, varying in height, but all stood ramrod straight with their hands behind their backs, like fine iron pillars. Within close proximity, Spade K himself couldn't even hear these people's breathing or heartbeats. Cold and cruel, like a whole row of metal puppets.
"Do you still remember your original intention for coming here? To become transcendental beings! To possess the strength to disdain those mutants and Superheroes. Now the opportunity is before you. As long as you can complete Boss's order, you can become such beings."
Spade K spoke fluent English. His words already carried a hint of sentimental encouragement, but these twenty-eight Big men had stern complexions, not even turning their eyeballs. Standing in place, their eyes fixed intently on everyone's faces. Their two ears twitched slightly. Until he was finally certain that these people hadn't changed their heartbeats or blood in the slightest due to his inflammatory remarks, Spade K nodded with satisfaction. The crazed look in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only a gloomy expression on his face.
Buzz buzz buzz! Buzz buzz buzz! "Roar"! Two helicopters descended from high altitude. The wind sound produced by the propellers rotating faintly mixed with sounds of tiger roar! Clang! Before one helicopter even landed, the huge iron cage hanging below the helicopter smashed onto the ground first. Inside the iron cage was a fierce tiger over three meters long. With a roar, it let out a bellow. The mountain forest vibrated because of it, and birds scattered in fright from the dense forest!
A green figure leaped down from the helicopter, landing steadily in front of Spade K. A strong figure nearly two and a half meters tall, with a half-human, half-lizard head, a powerful physique, and a swinging lizard tail, exactly like a human form lizard!
"We searched the entire mountain forest. Only this tiger was big enough, barely suitable as a gift for Boss!" The Lizardman said. The green skin on his body faded, the lizard tail shortened, and finally disappeared. Under the envious gaze of the trained Gunmen, he transformed back into a tall, strong, naked German man.
......
Wakanda Royal Palace Conference Room.
A secret meeting that was destined not to be acknowledged was quietly taking place.
In front of the long conference table, the refined-looking Asian Middle-aged Man flipped through the data/information in front of him. Under T'Chaka's watchful eye, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, seemingly a bit tired.
"Your Majesty, your requirement is too harsh! Let alone that we cannot agree, even if we cast a vote in favor at the World Security Council, this requirement of yours cannot pass!"
"Mr. Zhang!" T'Chaka's thick finger pointed at a line in the documents and said, "If your side can support us, besides the agreed annual export volume of ten tons of Vibranium Ore, we can privately allocate another five tons from our daily reserves to sell to the Chinese side!"
Mr. Zhang shook his head with a bitter smile. "Your Majesty, this isn't a matter of how much Vibranium Ore there is, you must know, the situation in Africa is very complex, especially East Africa, which was once a British colony. Look at its geographic location!" Mr. Zhang pulled the East Africa map from the side of the table, spreading it out in front of T'Chaka. Pressing a point on the map with his finger, he said to T'Chaka, "Do you think anyone would feel at ease letting others occupy such a traffic artery?!"
T'Chaka looked at the place Mr. Zhang's finger was pressing. "Somalia!" He knew Mr. Zhang was right. Somalia borders the narrow Gulf of Aden to the north, located at the transportation hub of the three continents of Asia, Africa, and Europe, guarding the gateway from the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean. Oil tankers and merchant ships entering the Red Sea and Mediterranean Sea all have to pass through this gateway. And large oil tankers bypassing the Cape of Good Hope also need to pass through the Sea Area east of Somalia. Currently, 14% of the world's maritime trade and 30% of oil transportation pass through the Sea Area of Somalia. Therefore, the geographic location of the coastal Sea Area of Somalia is extremely important. A place like Somalia, whether it's the Federation or a few other countries, they will not allow a powerful country to emerge here.
"Mr. Zhang, compared to the Federation, I have the most goodwill towards Zhong Guo. After all, you have been supporting the development of Africa for so many years!" Mr. Zhang took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, breathed on them, and wiped his glasses. His casual attitude made T'Chaka, who was talking about Sino-African friendship, a bit awkward.
"I know the conditions we offered make things difficult for your side. You have also seen our vibranium jets. The external vibranium energy absorption coating is enough to make it invisible to all radar in the world." Seeing Mr. Zhang's attitude, T'Chaka gave up on playing the emotional card, crossing his hands, and directly spoke about interests. "If your side can stand with us in the peace negotiations, I am willing to gratuitous transfer this technology to the Chinese side!"
Mr. Zhang's hand paused. He put his glasses back on. His eyes behind the thick lenses stared at T'Chaka, seeming to see through his thoughts. "Wakanda's vibranium technology itself is based on Vibranium Ore. If all our fighter jets use this vibranium coating, Wakanda's vibranium production won't keep up, wouldn't we be controlled by others?!"
T'Chaka smiled awkwardly, explaining, "Mr. Zhang, Vibranium Ore is a metal, it's a resource that can be recycled and reused. The coating consumed by one fighter jet will not exceed 0.5 kilograms! Just the vibranium Wakanda exports to you every year is enough for twenty thousand fighter jets. As far as I know, your country's current number of fighter jets in service is only a little over three thousand!"
"It won't take too long. It's a batch of guns bought by an anti-government armed force in Somalia. The money has already been paid. We can just take a detour in the air and airdrop the things directly into the Sea Area they designated!" Yuri saw that Kane's look was a bit off and quickly explained. He wouldn't dare offend Kane. Among the Allied Forces of various countries, the French Army's weapons were the newest, and this was largely thanks to Kane's mediation. Moreover, regarding Boss Tang behind Kane, he was even more fearful. That's a ruthless person who dared to blow up Mount Fuji! Although he didn't know why the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department themselves classified this matter as a mountain fire, Yuri still doesn't dare let anyone know that the batch of mortars back then was transported into Tokyo through his channel.
Kane nodded upon hearing this, commanding a few Soldiers to lift the wooden crates from the hummer onto the plane. Yuri's gaze swept over the wooden crates that looked unusually heavy. Although he was a bit curious, he deeply understood the reason that curiosity killed the cat.
An old woods in Siberia, in the log-built training camp Secret Base.
One by one, figures were burly, students whose entire bodies were wrapped in stern killing intent. After strict screening, they were selected. The Leader leading the team was a German with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and wearing a crisp military uniform. He was the second most important person in the entire Siberian Training Camp. All students only knew his codename was Spade K. Supervising all training in the training camp, his position among the Spade Soldiers was only below Commander Kane. And at this moment, he was also leading the newly selected Gunmen for a speech.
"All twenty-eight of you are the most outstanding Gunmen in our training camp. Each one of you is able to stand here only after countless life-and-death trials. Undoubtedly, you represent the physical limits that humanity can currently reach. But you must know, in this world, there are many powerful transcendental beings worth challenging with your life. Boss has already sent an order, ordering you to immediately depart and execute a mission with Commander Kane."
In Spade K's eyes, surging waves of light churned like the Ocean. His gaze was sharp and yet crazed as he stared at the twenty-eight Gunmen lined up in front of him. These people were not all Russians. Their races included almost all races and skin colors on Earth. There were black people, white people, Asians, and even Native Americans with brown skin. So many people standing together, varying in height, but all stood ramrod straight with their hands behind their backs, like fine iron pillars. Within close proximity, Spade K himself couldn't even hear these people's breathing or heartbeats. Cold and cruel, like a whole row of metal puppets.
"Do you still remember your original intention for coming here? To become transcendental beings! To possess the strength to disdain those mutants and Superheroes. Now the opportunity is before you. As long as you can complete Boss's order, you can become such beings."
Spade K spoke fluent English. His words already carried a hint of sentimental encouragement, but these twenty-eight Big men had stern complexions, not even turning their eyeballs. Standing in place, their eyes fixed intently on everyone's faces. Their two ears twitched slightly. Until he was finally certain that these people hadn't changed their heartbeats or blood in the slightest due to his inflammatory remarks, Spade K nodded with satisfaction. The crazed look in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only a gloomy expression on his face.
Buzz buzz buzz! Buzz buzz buzz! "Roar"! Two helicopters descended from high altitude. The wind sound produced by the propellers rotating faintly mixed with sounds of tiger roar! Clang! Before one helicopter even landed, the huge iron cage hanging below the helicopter smashed onto the ground first. Inside the iron cage was a fierce tiger over three meters long. With a roar, it let out a bellow. The mountain forest vibrated because of it, and birds scattered in fright from the dense forest!
A green figure leaped down from the helicopter, landing steadily in front of Spade K. A strong figure nearly two and a half meters tall, with a half-human, half-lizard head, a powerful physique, and a swinging lizard tail, exactly like a human form lizard!
"We searched the entire mountain forest. Only this tiger was big enough, barely suitable as a gift for Boss!" The Lizardman said. The green skin on his body faded, the lizard tail shortened, and finally disappeared. Under the envious gaze of the trained Gunmen, he transformed back into a tall, strong, naked German man.
......
Wakanda Royal Palace Conference Room.
A secret meeting that was destined not to be acknowledged was quietly taking place.
In front of the long conference table, the refined-looking Asian Middle-aged Man flipped through the data/information in front of him. Under T'Chaka's watchful eye, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, seemingly a bit tired.
"Your Majesty, your requirement is too harsh! Let alone that we cannot agree, even if we cast a vote in favor at the World Security Council, this requirement of yours cannot pass!"
"Mr. Zhang!" T'Chaka's thick finger pointed at a line in the documents and said, "If your side can support us, besides the agreed annual export volume of ten tons of Vibranium Ore, we can privately allocate another five tons from our daily reserves to sell to the Chinese side!"
Mr. Zhang shook his head with a bitter smile. "Your Majesty, this isn't a matter of how much Vibranium Ore there is, you must know, the situation in Africa is very complex, especially East Africa, which was once a British colony. Look at its geographic location!" Mr. Zhang pulled the East Africa map from the side of the table, spreading it out in front of T'Chaka. Pressing a point on the map with his finger, he said to T'Chaka, "Do you think anyone would feel at ease letting others occupy such a traffic artery?!"
T'Chaka looked at the place Mr. Zhang's finger was pressing. "Somalia!" He knew Mr. Zhang was right. Somalia borders the narrow Gulf of Aden to the north, located at the transportation hub of the three continents of Asia, Africa, and Europe, guarding the gateway from the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean. Oil tankers and merchant ships entering the Red Sea and Mediterranean Sea all have to pass through this gateway. And large oil tankers bypassing the Cape of Good Hope also need to pass through the Sea Area east of Somalia. Currently, 14% of the world's maritime trade and 30% of oil transportation pass through the Sea Area of Somalia. Therefore, the geographic location of the coastal Sea Area of Somalia is extremely important. A place like Somalia, whether it's the Federation or a few other countries, they will not allow a powerful country to emerge here.
"Mr. Zhang, compared to the Federation, I have the most goodwill towards Zhong Guo. After all, you have been supporting the development of Africa for so many years!" Mr. Zhang took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, breathed on them, and wiped his glasses. His casual attitude made T'Chaka, who was talking about Sino-African friendship, a bit awkward.
"I know the conditions we offered make things difficult for your side. You have also seen our vibranium jets. The external vibranium energy absorption coating is enough to make it invisible to all radar in the world." Seeing Mr. Zhang's attitude, T'Chaka gave up on playing the emotional card, crossing his hands, and directly spoke about interests. "If your side can stand with us in the peace negotiations, I am willing to gratuitous transfer this technology to the Chinese side!"
Mr. Zhang's hand paused. He put his glasses back on. His eyes behind the thick lenses stared at T'Chaka, seeming to see through his thoughts. "Wakanda's vibranium technology itself is based on Vibranium Ore. If all our fighter jets use this vibranium coating, Wakanda's vibranium production won't keep up, wouldn't we be controlled by others?!"
T'Chaka smiled awkwardly, explaining, "Mr. Zhang, Vibranium Ore is a metal, it's a resource that can be recycled and reused. The coating consumed by one fighter jet will not exceed 0.5 kilograms! Just the vibranium Wakanda exports to you every year is enough for twenty thousand fighter jets. As far as I know, your country's current number of fighter jets in service is only a little over three thousand!"
