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Chapter 383 Allen's Grilled Fish Skills

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

Morgan then rushed back carrying a giant tree.

Allen took some time to return to Arkham Fortress and retrieve the seasonings and knives.

While preparing a grilled fish feast, T'Challa sat by the river with sighs, his heart filled with thoughts of his family.

As for his hatred towards Eric, it wasn't that intense.

Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys.

The whole fish was roasting over a fire, sizzling and dripping with oil.

"When can we eat?" Morgan asked impatiently.

"It will be ready soon."

Allen sprinkled the spices, making the aroma even stronger.

However, Namo was preoccupied and looked very sullen.

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

"no."

Namor shook his head and said bluntly, "I'm thinking about what force launched the sneak attack."

There were simply too many suspicious targets, and we had absolutely no clue what to do.

The main issue involves nuclear weapons, and major countries are all suspicious, with the possibility that villainous organizations obtained nuclear warheads through the black market.

Therefore, we cannot draw conclusions lightly.

In fact, Namor led his people to live a secluded life, and their only source of vibranium was for mutants, so they did not get involved in the human vortex.

The reason for this is that the human race is too complex, and they fear it will lead to their extinction.

After a long period of development and management, the people of Namor rarely mentioned reclaiming Atlantis, focusing instead on developing their territory in peace.

"Have you considered a crucial piece of information?"

"What is it?"

Namor was already used to Allen's habit of leaving things unsaid.

"It's vibranium."

Allen explained, "If more than ten tons of vibranium ore were missing, it would definitely have flowed into the black market to be sold if it were a criminal organization. We can start investigating."

Of course, investigating the black market for vibranium is a last resort.

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

At least in a situation where there is no clear direction, it might be a breakthrough point.

However, a new problem has arisen.

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

The black market is not a designated area; it's a global smuggling channel. Without any connections or background, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Watch me."

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

The sixth portal opened, and the target was finally found.

"Come over for a get-together."

The comedic trio on the other side of the portal stared in disbelief at Allen and his companions in the African rainforest, and had no choice but to grit their teeth and walk over.

The Joker, Penguin, and Riddler have been busy running for mayor for a long time and haven't hung out with Allen for a while, so they feel a bit resistant when they see their nominal boss.

That's right, the three of them went into politics to clean up their act and deliberately avoided Allen.

"Boss, what are you busy with?"

Arthur looked bitter, but he couldn't help but smile.

His damn laughter disorder has been troubling his normal life.

However, it is his hysterical laughter that makes him stand out among the villains, especially since his manic laughter terrifies his rivals.

"Running for mayor is just a side activity; my business is what I'm really doing."

Allen grabbed Arthur by the neck, picked up half a fish head, and fed it to his mouth, saying, "Try my cooking."

Taking the fish head, Arthur asked, half-laughing and half-crying, "Boss, just say what you need to say, and I'll do anything for you."

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

Allen stated directly, "Help me investigate whether there is a large-scale circulation of vibranium on the black market. If you confirm it exists, help me find the source of the goods."

"What is vibranium? Is it an alloy of gold?" Edward pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and asked instinctively.

"They don't even know about vibranium!"

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

Then, they introduced themselves to each other.

The comedic trio immediately lost their composure.

The former kings of Atlantis and Wakanda, whose status is placed in America's hands, require the president to personally greet them.

Their eyes dimmed simultaneously.

No wonder the boss doesn't include them; the new friends are of such a high caliber.

"who is she?"

Cobbler watched as Morgan, a burly man, silently and enjoying his grilled fish.

It looks familiar, but I can't be sure.

"You know her, Tony's daughter Morgan," Allen replied calmly.

hiss…

Boss, you're a real talent.

You've raised someone's daughter to such a huge size; it would be a miracle if Iron Man didn't come after you.

"How have the three of you been lately?" Allen asked with concern.

Edward adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "It went very smoothly. We deliberately framed...Batman, and then organized the Good Samaritans. Now the people of Gotham are very supportive of us."

"Don't go too far."

Allen cautioned, "Gotham is incomplete without Batman."

Sure enough, the boss and Bat Boy are truly in love, so protective of each other.

They didn't intend to kill Batman, nor were they capable of doing so.

"I'm thinking about how to make the mayor of Gotham City retire in a reasonable way," Arthur admitted.

"Did your IQs decline after following me?"

Allen said with a serious face, "Give the mayor ten million in retirement funds as a reward, then report him for corruption and bribery. We can't go too far. Report him for accepting one million in bribes, and the rest will be for the mayor's retirement expenses. Then we'll control public opinion and demand a new election."

"..."

Indeed, how could such a simple method not have been considered?

After all, they were criminals, and their minds were only focused on eliminating their opponents, causing them to temporarily ignore effective methods.

After explaining the situation, the three were sent back to Gotham.

In the midst of eating, a Quinjet fighter jet arrived.

"His Majesty!"

Six female warriors jumped down and respectfully knelt on one knee before T'Challa.

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

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

They were raised and trained by the royal family from a young age and are absolutely loyal to T'Challa. Therefore, they are very worried about their future after Eric comes to power.

"You will always be our king."

Okoye took out a necklace and said, "This was sent by the Queen."

Naturally, these are accessories for the Black Panther vibranium suit.

T'Challa stared at the necklace, a renewed fighting spirit rekindling within him.

Okoye reassured them, "The Queen will fully cooperate with you in the country and understands the plan."

"What plan?" T'Challa was completely confused.

Okoye looked at Allen, who was peeling fish skin off, and explained, "Lord Allen's serious injury to Eric to buy time, and his rescue of His Majesty, are implying that the Queen should hold back Wakanda from attacking the sea creatures and help His Majesty reclaim the throne."

"..."

Is that really the case?

T'Challa cast a questioning glance at Allen.

Why are you all staring at me?

Allen pointed to the grilled fish and said enthusiastically, "Come and try my cooking."

(End of this chapter)