Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God

Kaka…

Twisting his fat neck and sitting on the chair like a fat pig, Mobutu grabbed a roast leg of lamb and took a bite.

His mouth was full of oil, and under the service of several maids, he lightly took a bite of the grapes and looked at the opposite side casually.

"The Phantom Troupe? Huh... I've never heard of your names when I've grown up so much."

The man across the table hid in the shadows, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

"President Mobutu, perhaps you have never heard of our name. But you must have heard of Ulysses Crow, an arms dealer."

"Humph... This is also the biggest reason why you can sit down and communicate with me."

Ulysses Crowe, a cold-blooded black market arms dealer, has been wandering in this area. In order to secretly smuggle more vibranium, he had to choose to have a good relationship with Neganda.

After going back and forth, he became "good friends" with President Mobutu.

In recent years, Neganda has also imported a large number of weapons from the Western world through the channels of Ulysses Shi Crow, which is also the basis for them to fight with Wakanda from time to time.

"We've had a lot of dealings with Wakanda over the centuries, each time ending with our failures."

If you want to start a war, you can…”

At the moment when his murderous intention was revealed, Mo Butu roughly pushed the maids around him. He spat out the mutton in his mouth, put his hands on the table with a bang, leaned forward and looked down from above, threatening with a low voice.

"There are so many people like you every year that they don't take us seriously because they think they are from the Western world. But I don't like working with stupid people, if your plan doesn't show me the possibility of implementation..."

Huh, he waved his hand.

A dozen guards armed with machine guns rushed in and aimed their guns at the man.

"Death is your only end!"

"Ha ha…"

The man in the shadow didn't care, and even laughed lightly. He placed a golden metal block on the table, and the incandescent light made the metal shine like a diamond.

"Zhenjin..."

With just one glance, Mobutu recognized its material.

He looked at the man opposite and raised his head slightly, looking straight into his sight from the darkness.

"No matter how many times I probe, the country of Wakanda fascinates me."

They have the most advanced technology and weapons, but their culture and traditions seem to be stuck in the Middle Ages.

Not so much a country as a tribe packed with high-tech weapons.

In this tribe, there is still an absolute belief, that is, the Black Panther God. "

"Based on this, the Black Panther has become Wakanda's highest honorary title."

He even became the national leader of Wakanda's military, politics, and religion. "

"Then, if we want to deal with this country, we have to deal with the Black Panther."

And as Faith, Wakanda's most powerful warrior, the death of Black Panther... what will it bring? "

What to bring?

Unrest, insecurity, collapse of faith, and even... Destruction!

After dealing with Wakanda for so many years, Mobutu understands it too well.

He thought about it all the time, and thought about it all the time, which war was not with the determination to kill the black panther, but it has always been... there is no chance.

"So...that's your plan? Kill the Panther?"

Slowly sitting back on the chair, Mobutu poured himself a glass of red wine, disdainful.

"If we could kill him, we would have already succeeded, why would we wait for you?"

Especially the black armor of the black panther, it is too powerful. Just thinking about it, Mobutu has a headache and wants to kill people irritably.

"As long as we spread the news of the truce in Wakanda, for the sake of peace, His Majesty the King will definitely come to Neganda."

Until then, we'll just..."

Putting a table knife on the steak, the man smiled like a demon, and the terrifying murderous intent and maliciousness were unscrupulously released, which enveloped the entire presidential palace in an instant.

No matter how good the plan is, it is not as good as the persuasion of strength, it is obviously just a simple narrative. But the moment he opened his mouth, he seemed to have turned this place into his own "slaughterhouse".

Chapter 128 I want to witness the death of the Black Panther with my own eyes!

"Gudu..."

The sight has become a little cloudy, and even the particles in the air seem to have stopped shaking. In this extravagant huge room, it seems to be carrying a mountain, with a sword on the neck, every minute and every second is heavy breathing.

There was a **** smell in the air, and the soldiers with guns swallowed nervously. They were clearly the ones with guns aimed at them, but they were like the prey being targeted by top predators, and cold sweat soaked their backs in the blink of an eye. , even the calf trembled in fear.

And fear, hissing and greed wrapped around everyone's body, the scarlet poisonous eyes stared at the back of the person's neck, as if saying "Welcome to hell".

If they hadn't remembered the brutality of President Mobutu in the past, they would have screamed and abandoned their guns, turned around and fled the scene frantically!

Who is this man holy? !

[Emotion value from Mobutu +1173]

"..." Seeing the humiliating reactions of his subordinates, Mobutu's slender eyes showed a dangerous look, and this smiling man named Chrollo Rusilu felt extremely dangerous to him.

He already regretted inviting the other party to the Presidential Palace and putting himself in danger. If the other party was an assassin, then the other party was already in the absolute kill zone, and the poor response of his subordinates was even more speechless.

But... such dangerous elements are Wakanda's enemies!

Great, great, isn't the enemy of the enemy a friend?

Is there a better community of interests than this?

No!

His attitude changed, he waved his disgraceful subordinates to go down, smiled and summoned a few maids, as affectionate as facing brothers whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Fun, interesting... If your team members are as strong as you, then I have almost seen the death of the Black Panther!"

"Your Excellency, I assure you, this day is not too far away!"

[Emotion value from Mobutu +1199]

After getting a clear answer from Chrollo, Mobutu finally burst out laughing. He raised the glass of red wine to toast Chrollo, and then the two began to discuss the details of the plan.

By the time everything was over, it was already past 7pm.

Chrollo walked out of the presidential palace alone, and when he returned to the hotel where he lived, his expression suddenly changed.

"Who?"

clap clap.

"Good perception ability, this kind of ability system called Nian Qi has made me a little interested in research."

The black-robed man wearing a frost mask with his hands on his back was concave and turned his head slightly.

His aura was very strong, like a frost emperor, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and some furniture and ground covered a layer of frost.

"The eighth ring of the Ten Rings Gang, Di Shitian! What are you doing here?"

Taking a few steps back in alert, Chrollo subconsciously took out a book.

"Naturally, it is to bring you the latest news, and then I want to invite you to implement a certain plan."

"what news?"

"The news in Africa is too closed. A few months ago, you sent Wojin to assassinate Iron Man. Oh, by the way, he was not called Iron Man at that time. In short, the big man you sent called Wojin. It didn't complete the mission."

He was killed by an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., and his body was blown to pieces. "

As he said that, Di Shitian observed Chrollo's expression. But his expression was so flat that one could not read his emotions.

"Murderers must have the consciousness of being killed. From the day I formed the Phantom Troupe, I have said that no one in this organization is indispensable."

Even if the person who died was me. "

His eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and Chrollo's tone was extremely indifferent.

"Thank you for the information, I already know. Now, tell me your other purpose."

"..." He didn't get the desired expression on his face, which made Di Shitian lose a lot of fun. Now the young man is really more and more able to pretend to be deep.

With such a rant in his heart, Di Shitian's face remained unchanged, and he said in an aria tone.

"There are always too many secrets in this world. This is the case in the ethereal fairyland, and the same is true for the place called Kunlun Secret Realm."

I have already found out that there is something immortal in the Kunlun secret realm.

But that place is too mysterious, and there is a red dragon stationed there. I need some people to cooperate with me to carry out the dragon slaughter! "

"I reject…"

The moment Di Shitian's words fell, Chrollo chose to refuse, he explained.

"At the moment, all the energy of the Phantom Troupe is on Wakanda, and we don't have the extra time and energy to focus on other things!"

They spent so much time and layout, but they wouldn't give up at will because of a word from an outsider.

"Ignorance! This seat brings you the secret of immortality and the glory of the dragon slayer."

Whether it's money, power, status, or women, these will be a thing of the past in a long time.

Only life is eternal, you are too young now, this seat does not blame you..."

With a scolding, Di Shitian waved his hand and threw a piece of paper on the floor like a sword, recording his contact information on it.

"Before this seat implements the real plan, you still have quite a long time to think about it."

Speaking of this, his ears suddenly moved, and his figure flickered out of the window, leaving a sentence of "think about it" and disappearing.

tao tao…

Peng!

The door was quickly slammed open, and the members rushed out of the window with a glance. They looked in all directions, but could not see the shadow of Di Shitian.

"Captain, what was that just now?"

A blond royal sister came up and asked carefully.

Waving his hand, Chrollo looked up at the moonlight in the sky and said solemnly.

"Don't worry about him, just a lunatic who talks about immortality."

Next, focus all our energies on Wakanda. In the meantime, I'm going to witness the death of Black Panther! "

"Yes, Captain."

"By the way, call Nobunaga, I have something to say to him."

"clear…"

…

At the same time, under the same moonlight, the capital of Wakanda, the city of gold, Birningzana.

In the palace, the current king Tchaka stared at the moon in the sky, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

The moonlight was too hazy, with a tinge of blood, as if it was an omen.

"Dear, there is a video call from T'Challa. He is in the UK now. Would you like to say a few words to him?"

The beautiful wife twisted her waist and walked over affectionately, bringing news of her son T'Challa.

"Forget it, the president of Neganda, Mobutu, called me just now, and listening to his tone, it seems that he intends to sign a peace treaty."

To show my sincerity, I'm considering a trip in person. "

Rejecting his wife's request, T'Chaka's brows furrowed deeply.

"Tchaka, this is too dangerous, that person is not trustworthy at all!"

His wife tried to persuade him again, trying to get him to give up the plan to go, but was rejected by Tchaka.

As the faith of this country, the most powerful warrior, there is absolutely no reason to be afraid.

"It's alright, negotiations will take place next month at the earliest. When I go, I will bring the Guards and the others. And don't forget that I am the Black Panther this time, and I will not be killed so easily!"

Seeing that he said so confidently, his wife couldn't persuade him any more, but just arranged his clothes for him worriedly, and then looked at him tenderly.