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

Ororo was very upset about this matter, and her eyes often showed worry and confusion.

This made Tracha very distressed.

After all, he was no longer surprised by such things.

Especially as a prince.

Tracha must never break the rules of Wakanda.

Tracha tried to please her by giving her precious gifts and arranging romantic dates.

But Ororo...is still brooding over that incident.

Tracha couldn't help but wonder what on earth she had learned in the United States. Why didn't she have an outburst of chastity when she also graduated from the United States and went to Oxford University in England, receiving the most elite education in the world?

Ororo only graduated from an ordinary university, but she was even more stubborn than himself. Her omnipresent saintly heart made Tracha a little unacceptable.

"T'Challa, I need a real answer.

Why can Wakanda be so indifferent to the tragedy happening right next to it?" Ororo said straight to the point.

T'Challa frowned slightly and tried to explain: "Ororo, I know you can't accept this, but this is also a matter between two countries. Wakanda and the Democratic Republic of the Congo do not have diplomatic relations, and we have no way or right to manage the internal affairs of other countries. This is a matter of principle, and Wakanda also has its own considerations.

We are not saviors, we just want to protect ourselves. You also went to college in the United States? You should also understand the principles of international law and non-aggression between countries. "

“Principles? Considerations? Those lives were lost, and we had the power to stop it, but we chose to stand by and watch!” Ororo’s voice rose, filled with anger and disappointment.

T'Challa took a deep breath and said, "Ororo, we must first ensure the safety and stability of Wakanda. Rash intervention may bring more trouble."

Ororo interrupted him, "But that's no excuse! We have a duty to help those in need."

Tensions mounted as the two engaged in a heated argument, with T'Challa trying to convince Ororo of Wakanda's position, while Ororo insisted that Wakanda should take a more active role in protecting the surrounding area.

During the argument, Ororo became more and more emotional: "Tracha, I thought you were a responsible person, but now it seems that I was wrong."

T'Challa was stunned. He had never thought that Ororo would be so disappointed in him. He looked at Ororo's back as she turned and left. He felt that this woman was a little unreasonable.

However, love eventually overcame that slight dissatisfaction, and T'Challa quickly said to save the situation: "Ororo, wait, maybe we can talk about it again."

But Ororo had made up her mind. Without even turning her head, she said coldly, "There's nothing to talk about, T'Challa. Your indifference has made me see things more clearly. Thank you for your invitation this time, but I don't think there will be any possibility for us in the future."

After saying that, she quickened her pace, her eyes turned white, and blue electric sparks flashed all over her body, preparing to fly back to the United States by herself.

But she had just walked out of the room when a violent explosion sounded at the edge of the border tribe's village.

"Boom!" The sound was as deafening as thunder, instantly breaking the original tranquility. Then, a large number of armed personnel rushed into the tribe like a tide.

These armed men were well-equipped, wearing black combat uniforms that tightly wrapped their bodies, and their faces were painted with colorful paint, making it difficult to discern their true appearance.

Holding advanced firearms and gleaming sharp blades in their hands, their eyes were full of ferocity and greed, like a group of hungry wolves, which made people shudder.

The warriors of the Wakanda border tribe were caught off guard and faced these enemies that came out of nowhere. They were completely unprepared and instantly fell into a passive position.

But they did not retreat at all. They quickly took up their weapons and joined the battle.

The young warrior Taka roared and rushed towards the enemy, the spear in his hand flashing coldly. His muscles were tense and his eyes were firm, like an angry lion.

But the enemy's firepower was extremely fierce, and bullets rained down on him.

"Da da da!"

The enemy's machine gun fired wildly, and Taka dodged the bullets flexibly, but unfortunately his shoulder was grazed by a bullet, and blood instantly stained his clothes red.

But he gritted his teeth, ignored the pain, and continued to charge forward.

Until it was completely torn apart by bullets.

The next chief of the border tribe, M'Baku, Tracha's good friend, waved his battle axe and shook his cloak with an energy shield to cover the retreat of others. At the same time, he shouted at the warriors to gather around him and use the energy barrier to block the bullets.

Soon, more warriors gathered around him with weapons in hand.

He shouted and commanded the other warriors, "Brothers, for the tribe!"

His voice was so powerful that it seemed to inject endless courage into the soldiers.

However, these tribal warriors did not wear cloaks.

Therefore, facing the torrent of bullets, they soon fell down in groups.

The women and children in the tribe screamed in fear and fled in all directions looking for a place to hide.

The battle became more intense, with smoke filling the air and flames shooting into the sky.

M'Baku swung his axe and cut down several enemies, but the enemies kept coming.

He had many wounds on his body, but his fighting spirit remained high.

"kill!"

The shouts and cries of the surviving chimpanzees could be heard everywhere.

But they obviously don't know what it means to try to stop a chariot with your bare hands.

With powerful firepower and numerical advantage.

The gunmen and mercenaries advanced step by step.

No matter who you meet on the road, you just shoot them.

Until it becomes a sieve and does not move.

Mbaku was distraught when he saw the tribal warriors fall and wanted to rescue them.

But he was also tightly entangled by the enemy and couldn't get away at all.

At this critical moment, T'Challa rushed out. He was wearing a black panther suit and rushed into the enemy camp like a black lightning. His movements were agile and powerful, and his sharp claws could easily tear someone to pieces every time.

"Bang bang bang!"

Ororo also stopped. She looked at the fierce battle in front of her and the gunmen who were shooting at the old, weak and sick without restraint. The anger that had been suppressed in her heart was immediately ignited.

She no longer hesitated, and used her ability to control the storm, directing lightning to fall from the sky.

"Crack!" Lightning struck the gunman's position, instantly electrocuting a group of people.

With the addition of T'Challa and Ororo, the situation of the war began to gradually turn around.

T'Challa was like a god of war, charging left and right in the enemy camp, and enemies fell down wherever he went.

He was as fast as the wind and the enemy could not catch sight of him at all.

Ororo's lightning continued to fall, causing great panic among the gunmen.

The morale of the tribe's warriors was boosted when they saw the heroic performance of T'Challa and Ororo.

The experienced gunman attempted to take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack on T'Challa. He crouched and tiptoed towards T'Challa from behind, quietly raising the howitzer in his hand and aiming at T'Challa's defenseless back.

At this critical moment, Ororo had sharp eyes and instantly captured this dangerous movement.

Her eyes flashed, and she swung her hands violently. A thick bolt of lightning instantly burst out from her palms, making a crackling sound and striking the gunman at lightning speed.

The lightning instantly enveloped the gunman's entire body. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before the powerful electric current blasted him into charcoal, leaving only a pungent burnt smell filling the air.

T'Challa sensed the movement around him and reacted extremely quickly. He kicked the ground with both legs and flew up, leaping into the air like an agile eagle. He turned sharply in the air and kicked a gunman's chest with his right foot with the force of thunder.

The gunman was hit hard and flew out like a cannonball. T'Challa did not stop in mid-air, and his body immediately crashed into the wall on one side. Just before it touched the wall, he kicked his feet against the wall, and with the help of this powerful rebound force, he rushed towards the group of enemies again.

The battle was intense from the beginning, with both sides going mad with rage.

The entire tribe seemed to have turned into a battlefield, with blood dyeing the land red and gunpowder smoke filling the air.

Fisk had a cigarette between his lips.

Looking at Storm Ororo flying in the air in the distance, a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Mutant!

interesting.

Chapter 157: Completely defeat Black Panther and his girlfriend.

The border tribes looked like ordinary African tribes.

They are all wooden houses built high off the ground.

However, it is different from those ordinary African tribes.

The border tribes are pretending to be poor.

Each house has a huge underground space.

But the largest one is still the council hall in the center of the tribe.

This is also the border tribe, the most confidential place,

Because of this layer of human skin as cover, the riot went underground very smoothly.

The battle above has just begun.

The tribe members underground had not yet reacted because the sound was blocked by the soil and could not reach them.

"Rim, why did you come down?"

The tall, chimpanzee-like guy saw the riot coming and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

The body occupied by the riot is an intelligence officer of the border tribe.

But I don't have permission to enter here.

This is the command center of the entire border tribe.

There are direct communication channels with other tribes here.

You know, although Wakanda is closed, it still has certain connections with the surrounding countries.

Moreover, the surrounding countries are not peaceful, so big and small things happen on the border every day.

The mission of this command center.

It is responsible for transmitting this information back every once in a while.

At the same time, it also serves as a beacon tower.

He watched the riot and did not reply to himself.

The black man who was in charge of guarding the elevator had a puzzled expression on his face.