Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

But they had foresight and placed spies and informants in many places.

Therefore, although they are conservative and stubborn, they are well aware of all kinds of information in the world.

The countries neighboring Wakanda have long been infiltrated like a sieve.

Therefore, they cannot take a passenger plane and can only enter the Democratic Republic of the Congo by land. Otherwise, the sudden appearance of so many mercenaries and so many weapons in the Democratic Republic of the Congo will immediately attract the attention of Wakanda spies. By that time, everything may be over before it even begins.

Temporary base in Morocco.

At Fisk's suggestion, an unconventional barbecue party began.

Dozens of roasted whole lambs were placed on the matches, and dozens of kilograms of spices were piled flat on the ground.

Morocco is not the land of spices.

But Morocco also has a long history of using spices.

Morocco is rich in saffron, turmeric and cumin.

But Morocco’s most famous dish is ras el hanout.

Ras el hanout is a North African spice blend that includes more than a dozen spices, including cardamom, cumin, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, mace, allspice, dried ginger, chili, coriander seeds, pepper, sweet paprika and turmeric.

Can be used directly for grilling.

However, in addition to roasting lamb, Fisk obviously has other purposes for today's barbecue feast.

"Come and help, Muss!"

Crow waved to the black man standing guard in the distance, who immediately trotted over and helped pour the spices on the ground onto the mutton on the pile of matches.

The alluring aroma wafts in the wind.

Cases and cases of beer were also brought in.

but.

Fisk took a wooden rack from somewhere and stuck it into the ground.

It’s called a grill, but it’s nothing like one.

Instead, it looks like a cross, something that was specifically used to crucify Jesus.

Muss raised his eyebrows, sensitively realizing that something was wrong.

But, on the surface, he was still concentrating on the work at hand.

As the gunman walked away with the brush, he came over.

James retreated to the rear.

But after taking two steps, the pistol was already against his head.

The cold muzzle of the gun froze Mu in place.

The hot air around seemed to drop below zero at this moment.

Mewes is a Wakanda spy agent.

In fact, there are Wakanda spies in any organized military force in Africa.

Although these blacks are ignorant, they are not stupid and know how to take precautions before they happen.

This is also why they were able to keep the secret.

Because everyone who knew the secret is dead.

Mus sighed in his heart.

I know that today will not end well for me.

Fortunately, the information has been transmitted back.

My mission is considered completed.

But at this moment, a pickup truck rushed in from outside.

Stopped next to the campfire.

Everyone noticed something was wrong, put down their beers and stood up with serious expressions.

Angela opened the car door.

The sacks were thrown onto the campfire.

Several gunmen immediately walked over, stepped on the sacks and untied the ropes.

Revealed, several other black men.

These black people, both men and women, all looked young and strong. One could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary people, except that they had bruised faces and noses. Especially the woman, who was strong and looked like a female leopard, with blood still flowing from the corners of her mouth.

They struggled hard and communicated in low voices in a strange language.

It was not until they saw Sm standing nearby with a gun pointed at his head that they immediately realized that the problem was caused by this guy.

The sun disappeared in the sky.

I don't know when the dark clouds covered the entire sky.

Fisk slowly loosened his grip.

Then he suddenly lifted his head forward again, and in an instant, dozens of rice-grain-sized positioning and monitoring devices quickly gathered from the bodies of these black people, and while flying in the air, they emitted flashing electric sparks and were completely destroyed.

Crow looked at these black people with a gloomy look.

Then his eyes swept over the black people in the crowd, and those black people couldn't help but tremble.

The surveillance equipment twisted together and was thrown into the fire by Fisk.

"I covered the satellite with clouds and destroyed the positioning instruments, but the location here should have been sent out, which means that Wakanda's rescue team will arrive in half an hour at most." Fisk said calmly.

"Don't worry, I'm ready." Crow said without any hesitation: "I've prepared the scapegoat, it's the local cannibal tribe, the voodoo tribe, they hate black people who are related to white people.

They would often kill the blacks and eat them.”

"That's good!" Fisk nodded and suddenly pointed his finger at the other black people: "Don't leave any black people alive, kill them all, I don't want to see this."

Fisk made no attempt to conceal his voice.

Therefore, the black mercenaries in the distance heard it clearly immediately.

Their faces turned pale, but before they could do anything, Fisk's gunmen pointed their guns at them.

Although the white people around him wanted to say something else, they just pursed their lips and backed away.

Klaue did not hesitate at all, his tone was extremely firm and decisive: "I think there is no problem, but do we still have time to interrogate them?"

"Interrogation? You will never get any answers from us."

"You damn bastards."

"Wakanda will not let you go."

"Let us go quickly, or you will regret it."

The people standing in front of the fire immediately started shouting at the top of their lungs. They no longer pretended, and looked confident, as if the backers behind them were so powerful that they were unmatched.

Claude felt a little annoyed when he heard this. His brows were furrowed and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at the woman who was screaming the loudest, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting her.

The bullet instantly pierced her head, and her brains splattered everywhere, spraying onto other people, making the originally noisy sound disappear without a trace.

But then, Crow noticed that these black people all had strange and frightened expressions on their faces.

That expression was not one of fear of death, but rather that their gazes were fixed on the woman in unison.

Claude couldn't help but feel a little regretful, thinking that he seemed to have killed a big fish by mistake.

But at this moment, a dazzling purple light suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes. Fisk's pupils instantly turned pure black, as deep as an endless abyss. The purple soul light ball slowly floated onto Fisk's palm.

He stared at the soul ball in his hand expressionlessly, and with a light squeeze of his palm, the ball of light instantly turned into fine powder. It slowly floated towards Fisk's eyes. The next second, countless images appeared in Fisk's eyes. Even if the others were fools, they also understood that Fisk was devouring the woman's soul.

"demon!"

The same words came to everyone's mind at the same time. Even Klaue, who thought he knew Fisk very well, couldn't help but feel scared. The fear that arose from the bottom of his heart made his body tremble slightly.

Fisk quickly finished reading the woman's memory. A strange smile appeared on his face, which was indescribably gloomy and weird. He slowly walked in front of a black man, tilted his head and looked at him, his voice as cold as if it came from the abyss of the underworld: "Do you want to take it out yourself or do you want me to help you take it out, Silla?"

The black man suddenly burst out with amazing strength and rushed towards the fire. Although his hands and feet were controlled, the amazing explosive power still caught the gunman who was escorting him off guard.

Just as he was about to fall into the bonfire, the flames suddenly went out without any warning. Then the black man floated in the air, the nylon restraints on his body quickly disintegrated, and his limbs were spread out in a big letter shape. His face was extremely painful, and he made miserable cries that were endless and extremely creepy.

Fisk walked over leisurely, grasped his chin with his hand, and then tore it hard. His lips and jaw were violently torn off together. Black blood spurted out from the wound and flew towards Fisk's body.

But just as it was about to hit Fisk, black tentacles suddenly rose from above the suit and quickly pushed the blood away.

Even the riots, which welcomed everyone, had no interest in the flesh and blood of these black people.

Fisk clenched his palm and squeezed it hard, and the flesh stuck to his mandible was crushed into pieces. A black round bead the size of a bullet appeared in Fisk's palm. Looking closely, such a small round bead was shining with a faint blue light.

"This is...a border bead!" Claude's face showed an expression of great joy.

The border of Wakanda is equipped with special sensing equipment and projection equipment. If you enter Wakanda without a pass, you will be captured by the sensing equipment and fed back to the border tribe.

Originally, Claude's plan was to use civil engineering methods to dig a passage of hundreds of meters underground, so as to avoid the small area where the sensing equipment was installed and launch a sneak attack on the border tribe.

And this boundary bead that was originally held under the tongue is the so-called pass. It is made entirely of vibranium. Within a certain range, as long as the sensor device senses the presence of the boundary bead, it will not alarm.

But after the surprise, Claw's eyes became serious again, full of doubt and vigilance: "Why do you have border beads on you?"

"Because this woman is the second daughter of the chief of the River Tribe and one of the candidates for the next chief of the River Tribe." Fisk smiled and patted Klaue on the shoulder, and threw the beads in his hand over: "You killed her, don't let me take the blame." There was an elusive meaning hidden in that smile.

Crow was somewhat speechless.

He looked at the other black men.

He slowly raised the pistol, his eyes revealing coldness and determination, his finger was already on the trigger, as if he was going to shoot the bullet in the next second and kill these black people.

However, just before pulling the trigger, he seemed to change his mind, and the raised pistol became a tool of coercion. He waved the gun and his tone became playful. "Light up that bonfire."

Gasoline was poured on the wood, and flames rose. The bonfire with a diameter of several meters was like a ferocious beast, dancing its bright red and hot tongue wildly, releasing its ferocious power unscrupulously.

The flames jumped and rose, and the orange-red light illuminated the surroundings, giving everything a strange and terrifying color.

The mercenaries were not spared either, and were also pointed at by the cold muzzles of guns. They had to put down their weapons with their hands, and under the threat of bullets, they could only obey the orders. One after another, with terrified faces and trembling legs, they walked towards the campfire. Every step seemed to carry endless heaviness and despair, and their eyes were full of fear of unknown death.

Several of the black mercenaries could not bear the fear of waiting to die, and their survival instinct drove them to try to escape. One of them turned around suddenly, his eyes wide open, the muscles on his face twitching with extreme fear, and ran towards the corner.