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

In the valley, a rushing river rushed through, and the water hit the rocks, making a deafening sound.

Dense rainforest covers a large area of ​​land, with vines intertwined and towering trees rising into the sky, forming a natural green barrier. The climate is hot and humid, but the abundant rainfall throughout the year makes the soil here fertile and muddy, which also increases the difficulty of travel.

Mysterious fog often permeates between the mountains and forests, adding a sense of mystery and danger to this border area.

Because there are no roads in the primeval forest, the only way to travel to the outside world is to walk through the muddy dirt roads. Backward primitive villages are scattered on both sides of the road. There is no electricity in the villages, and everything is extremely backward. The villagers still live a primitive life, and there is basically no way to communicate and contact with the outside world. There is also little contact between villages.

However, in the past week, this quiet and peaceful forest has not been peaceful.

Whether it is day or night.

The villagers who were hunting in the forest could hear the loud explosions.

It seems to be right in front of you, and yet it seems to be very far away.

Every village sent people to check it out.

But in the end, those spies will disappear without a trace along with those voices.

Several villages discussed it with each other.

It was decided to send someone to the town dozens of kilometers away to report the incident.

But they don't know that it is because of their actions.

Resulting in death.

The night was like a thick black curtain, pressing heavily on the land. It should have been a moment of silence with people immersed in their dreams, but it was ruthlessly torn apart by the bloody storm that was about to come.

Monica leads a group of ruthless gunmen.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, they approached the village quietly and silently.

The gunmen were fully armed and well-equipped.

Their faces were covered with camouflage paint, revealing only a pair of cold and cruel eyes.

At the entrance of the village, two sleepy guards were unaware of the approaching danger.

The leading gunman waved his hand lightly, and two nimble men moved forward quickly like ghosts in the dark night.

With a flash of cold light, the sharp dagger instantly slashed across the guard's throat.

They didn't even have time to make a sound before they fell in a pool of blood.

The prelude to the killing was ruthlessly opened.

The gunmen rushed into the village like wolves.

They killed anyone they saw without any hesitation.

The chimpanzees were originally planned to be cleaned up before the operation.

Now they actually want to call the police.

Then just clean it up, and it will naturally be done earlier.

The gunmen killed indiscriminately in the village, and the bloody smell quickly spread.

In the primitive wooden house, the man heard the noise outside and just as he was about to look out to check, he was shot dead by the gunman who rushed in. His wife and children screamed in fear, but they could not escape the bad luck and were killed by the ruthless bullets.

In the center of the village, a group of black people tried to gather together to resist. They were holding modern gunpowder weapons, bows and arrows, and spears that were out of tune with the surroundings, and wanted to resist.

But under the powerful firepower suppression of the gunmen, their resistance seemed so weak.

The blood dyed the land red, and corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Monica's eyes were cold as she searched every corner carefully.

She kept twitching her nose.

The strong smell of blood rushed into my nose.

But the smells were in her nose.

It was quickly differentiated into different pheromones.

"You guys come with me."

Monica, led the gunman towards a wooden house not far away.

"There are still people alive inside, catch them out."

The gunmen searched house by house, kicking down doors and rummaging through drawers.

In a dark woodshed, they found a hiding figure.

"come out!"

The black man walked out trembling, his eyes full of fear.

"You hid pretty well, tsk tsk!"

Monica stepped forward and stretched out her finger to push away the muzzle of the gun against the man's head. "Tell me who you are!"

"Please...let me go." The man replied in a trembling voice.

It's in English.

But he stuttered.

Doesn't look very skilled.

Monica sneered: "Humph, if you don't tell the truth, then go to hell!"

Monica pulled the gun back and walked out of the room.

But just as the gunman was about to pull the trigger, the man suddenly pounced on him and tried to grab the gun.

The movements are swift and powerful.

That clean and neat fighting move.

Marked, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

The gunman next to him reacted quickly and fired a burst of shots, and the man fell to the ground.

The gunmen had no intention of going up to check for any survivors.

A grenade was thrown on the body, and then the entire wooden building was blown into ruins.

"Come here with me," Monica called out.

At the other end of the village, in a dilapidated warehouse, rare traces of cement were found.

Monica kept sniffing her nose until she discovered the tunnel hidden in the corner.

Deep in the tunnel, a middle-aged black woman was nervously debugging the equipment in her hands.

But strangely, she found that the signal could not be transmitted no matter what.

Two smoke bombs were thrown in.

Then, gunmen with oxygen masks on their faces rushed in.

They rushed forward and pressed the woman to the ground.

As for the satellite phone-like thing, they also put it into a sealed box, wrapped it in tin foil, and stuffed it into the iron box.

The woman's eyes were filled with despair, knowing that she had nowhere to escape.

"Get her out of here!"

The entire village was searched thoroughly, leaving no corner untouched.

Neither the elderly, children nor women were spared.

Monica looked at the dead silent village and said coldly: "Set fire!"

Then she led the gunmen and disappeared into the night.

Only the raging flames were left burning in the air. The flames burned rapidly in the forest, as if they were going to devour everything.

However, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.

A girl with completely white hair and eyes appeared in the air. She raised her hands high, and a powerful force surged from her body. Thunder and lightning suddenly appeared in the sky. The wind was howling, and bean-sized raindrops poured down, quickly extinguishing the blazing flames.

The raging fire gradually weakened in the face of her power until only wisps of blue smoke remained.

A strangely shaped aircraft appeared in the sky.

T'Challa, wearing the Black Panther armor, jumped down from above.

He took off his helmet, revealing the face of a teenager.

"Ororo, there is no one alive here," said T'Challa.

"Who did it?" Ororo asked with a frown.

“I don’t know, but it should be an internal struggle among the Tu tribe here.

There shouldn't be any of our spies here, because I didn't receive any distress signals." T'Challa replied, his expression seemed a little indifferent, "Let's go, this is just an internal struggle among the Tu people, we should not meddle in other people's business."

“Internal struggle?

Can we just disregard human lives like this?

Besides, I have never heard of a tribe killing each other in internal fighting. "Ororo's voice rose a little, "T'Challa, we can't just leave like this, maybe there are people here who need our help."

T'Challa glanced at the ruins around him and shook his head. "Ororo, there is no sign of life here, and Wakanda has its own principles. We cannot interfere in the affairs of other tribes at will. This may cause more trouble and conflict."

"But we have the ability to prevent such a tragedy from happening!" Ororo argued, "T'Challa, is your Black Panther power only used to protect Wakanda?" Ororo raised his palm and shook it hard. A strong wind whistled past, and the burning ashes in the distance were blown up, revealing the bodies of many black people.

T'Challa was silent for a moment, then said, "Ororo, you have to know that there are too many injustices and conflicts in the world. We can't save everyone. Wakanda's top priority is to ensure its own safety and prosperity. You should know this since you have lived in Wakanda for a while. We have no connection with the outside world."

“Just because you can’t save everyone, are you going to turn a blind eye to the suffering in front of you?” Ororo’s eyes were full of disappointment. “T’Challa, you are not like this in the way I know you.”

T'Challa took a deep breath and said, "Ororo, I understand how you feel, but as the prince of Wakanda, I must also follow the laws of the country and my father's decrees."

Ororo looked T'Challa straight in the eye and said, "T'Challa, are you scared?

Afraid that Wakanda will be threatened for helping others? But if we only care about ourselves, what is the difference between us and those who abuse us? "

T'Challa's expression turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ororo, I'm not scared."

Just when the two were deadlocked, Ororo softened her tone a little: "T'Challa, I know you have your responsibilities, but we can't completely ignore the suffering of the outside world. Maybe we can find a balance..."

T'Challa thought for a while and suddenly laughed: "Okay, Ororo, you are convinced. It seems that you have learned a lot in school in New York. I will send someone to investigate the truth of this matter and see if we can provide some help to the people here without affecting Wakanda."