Africa was a very special place on Earth. According to the description of the available information, the first spark of civilization was born in Africa. It was ignited there and then spread throughout the world. This was the cradle of human civilization. Unfortunately, in order for a baby to grow, it had to leave the cradle and never return.
For thousands of years, it was as if there was a kind of magic that shrouded this land, preventing it from developing in a more civilized and advanced direction. In ancient times, Africa was regarded as a barren land, but in modern times, Africa was ruled by chaos and war. Although it contained extremely magnificent natural scenery, to be honest, very few people would settle here except for traveling.
Backward, this was our most intuitive impression of Africa.
The countries here, Nigeria, Ethiopia, and many other countries we have never heard of. Our impression of them was generally that they were agricultural countries, backward, and in need of help. Why was it average?
Because when we looked at Africa now, we would be surprised to find that we had never discovered the secret behind the cradle of human civilization.
Mexico Plateau, Mexico City, Utopia's Supreme Council.
"Click"
The door to the living room was pushed open. Utopia's most elite and well-trained mutated human scouts from the First Legion dragged a guy with a red bag into the living room. This guy was almost dragged in by a few tall beastmen like trash. He struggled with all his might, but unfortunately, all he got was a merciless punch in the face.
"Tie him up!"
Major Beckett, who had become a true veteran, retracted his fist. In front of his eyes, the red bag was turning even redder. Under his cold gaze, a few soldiers quickly completed the task of tying him up and then left the meeting room.
"Hey, you stupid mutated humans, what are you doing to me?"
The guy who was tied to the chair, wearing a decent suit and looked like a high-class person, shouted loudly, "I am a British citizen, I have human rights, you are illegally detaining me!"
"Damn it, take this thing off my head!!!"
And we all knew that the new Utopia was a very civilized and democratic country. So in the next moment, the prisoner's request was satisfied.
"Swoosh"
Major Beckett took off the bag on the fellow's head, then sucked in his stomach and puffed out his chest. In the most standard military posture, he stood beside the prisoner. In the blink of an eye, the prisoner saw the sunlight reflected on the glass opposite him, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
It was only now that we could see that he was an old, plump Caucasian man. Judging from his greyish white hair, he should be around 40 to 50 years old. And judging from the vicious tattoo on his neck and his subconscious wariness, it was likely that he was in a highly dangerous occupation.
For example … Mercenaries!
Bang!
The door on the other side of the living room was pushed open, and a young woman in a red dress with blonde hair and a cold expression walked in. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground echoed in the large living room, and people couldn't help but focus their attention on her. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the black winged thing lying on her shoulder.
Don't doubt it … It was a dragon, a young dragon.
Behind her was a follower pushed by two soldiers into the living room. One of them was wearing a military uniform with a black eye patch. He looked dignified without being angry. The other was bald and wore a black suit. He held an exquisite walking stick that shone with a yellow light in his hand. The three of them sat at the table opposite the prisoner. The moment the prisoner saw the old man with the walking stick appear, his eyes suddenly shrank.
"Cough cough"
President Charles coughed lightly, and his signature gentle smile appeared on his face. He looked at the prisoner whose nose was beaten up and said in a low voice.
"It seems that you recognize me, Mr. Ulysses Crow …"
"Hehe"
The prisoner twitched nervously. A hypocritical smile appeared on his face, making him appear very amiable. However, the blood smeared on his face made this notorious mercenary leader appear even more ferocious. He replied, "I'm sorry, but the blood smeared on his face made this notorious mercenary leader appear even more ferocious.
"Who doesn't know you? The God of Mind who single-handedly created the Mutant Kingdom … It seems that I can't hide anything from you today, but I'm really honored … "
After this guy knew that he couldn't avoid the inevitable judgment today, he became a hoodlum. He looked at the other two people.
"Your Majesty Bloody Queen Catherine, it's an honor to meet you. The war you started in Africa has killed more than 100,000 people. How does it feel to be a massacre?"
Catherine remained unmoved. She had heard worse words than this. She only used a cold gaze to stare at the mercenary in front of her. She supported her chin with her hand. The bright red nail polish on her nails matched with her nickname. It was a ghastly sight. She looked at Crowe with interest and said softly, "You're right. You're a mercenary.
"Not bad, so I'm looking forward to seeing your heart being taken out in one piece. Will you still have that disgusting smile on your face … Do you want to try it?"
This smile chilled the mercenary's heart. His expression was a little stiff. At this time, the last person spoke.
General Lewis, the supreme commander of the Utopian army, nodded to Major Beckett. The latter took out a heavy box from his briefcase and placed it in front of the general. The latter took the cigar from the corner of his mouth and opened the box, revealing the silver-white metal inside. His fingers rubbed the metal gently, making an ethereal sound.
Lewis then turned his gaze to Crowe.
"You and I both know what this is, Mr. Crow …"
A dark green flame flashed in Lewis's eyes. "So, do we need to go through the process of interrogation again? You see, Speaker Charles took time out of his busy schedule to come here. It makes me feel that I've neglected my duty. Or do you think your willpower is strong enough to resist the mental examination from the world's most powerful Mutant? "
These words were very direct, so direct that Ulysses Crow's slightly chubby cheeks couldn't help but twitch. But in the end, he still gritted his teeth and roared.
"I won't say it! Especially when I can't see a single cent! "
He was so agitated that the chair that bound him collided with the clean ground like an annoying noise. And in response to his stubborn resistance, Catherine's beautiful face had a trace of frost.
"Professor, I'll have to trouble you."
"For Utopia and all of humanity, I'm willing to do this."
The professor nodded. The moment he made eye contact with the mercenary in front of him, Ulysses Crowe felt an indescribable feeling that began to numb his senses. Anyone who had their memories extracted would feel pain, and Crowe himself knew that his resistance was meaningless.
Just as he was hesitating, General Lewis suddenly spoke.
"Crow, this is your last chance. Are you willing to work for us? You should know very well what the outside world is like. If you were really a sincere believer, you wouldn't have taken stolen vibranium all the way to Canada to sell it. You see, although you're a heinous villain, and the things you've done are enough to send you to the gallows ten times, but from the perspective of human war, you're useful to us … "
"I don't want Major Beckett's next mission to throw a lunatic who has lost his mind into the sea … Last chance, will you say it?"
"B * tch!"
The mercenary hesitated for a second, then felt the numbness in his body getting stronger and stronger. Even his thoughts were a little muddled. He seemed to feel the Grim Reaper blowing air at him from behind. Those who could kill mercenaries had no moral integrity. The next moment, he shouted loudly, "I'm sorry!
"Damn it! Damn it! Let him take it back! I'll say it! I'll say it all! "
"Professor!"
The general said. The professor nodded and retracted his mental power. Then, he walked out with Catherine. Obviously, they were not interested in what happened next.
The moment they walked out of the reception room, the professor's skin began to change rapidly, quickly reorganizing into another figure. Catherine said softly to her.
"Thank you for your help, Ms. Raven."
Mystique snorted.
"It's not for you. I don't want the pedantic Charles' hands to be stained with this disgusting blood … But that mercenary is really stupid. He didn't know that the vibranium implanted in his body can resist all Psychic Insight …"
"He's stupid to begin with!"
Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have been caught so easily by Uncle Logan. Speaking of which, do you want to have lunch with me at the professor's place?"
This invitation made Mystique hesitate for a moment, but in the end, she was dragged by Catherine into the teleportation portal to Utopia.
At this moment, in the reception room, Ulysses Crow, who did not know that he had been tricked, was rambling on about his secret to Lewis.
"Don't look at me like that! Bastard! "
Crow gulped down the simple lunch served by Major Beckett and gulped down a mouthful of wine. He said to Lewis with a lisp, "I'm really unlucky this time. The Pusan base that I've been using was taken over by those damn believers. I was almost killed by those lunatics. As soon as I stepped into Canada, I was harassed by your disgusting mutant lunatics. I didn't even get to see a penny!"
Lewis put his finger on the piece of vibranium. He took a puff of his cigar and said in a low voice,
"Such a small piece of vibranium can be sold for at least two billion USD on the black market of the old era. As far as I know, you've sold vibranium at least six times. Even at the lowest price, it's enough for you to earn nearly ten billion USD. But why are you so poor?"
This question had nothing to do with the main topic. It was purely Lewis's personal curiosity. According to Major Beckett, when this guy was caught by Wolverine Logan, he was even wearing a stolen coat. It was obvious that he had nowhere else to go.
"Burp!"
Crowe let out a loud burp. He fiercely took a bite of the drumstick and cursed, "My castle in the Netherlands was forcefully occupied by the monks. They took everything from me and used it to summon bullsh * t heroic spirits. My 30 best subordinates wanted to resist, but they were all slaughtered by a damned knight who was possessed by an angel. I used 15 billion to buy my life... Do you think it was worth it?"
"What a shitty era!"
The mercenary, who had long since washed his hands of the business, chewed the bones in his mouth as if he had eaten the damned knight.
After he finished eating, Lewis handed him a cigar and lit it for him. When the first wisp of smoke rose, Lewis narrowed his eyes and looked at the old mercenary in front of him. He said softly, "Let's get to the point.
"Then let's get to the point, Crow … We need the route you took to enter Wakanda to steal the Vibranium!"
"Haha, of course you need it!"
Ulysses Crow snorted and leaned back in his chair. "Your 200,000 soldiers are blocked by those barbaric natives at the border of Wakanda. Later, you have to fight against the Egyptian Pharaoh's army. No matter how good you are at fighting, you can't withstand this kind of exhaustion. But you asked the right person, General Lewis. I can assure you that no one in this world knows Wakanda better than I do!"
He looked at Lewis with the unscrupulous eyes of a businessman.
"So, how much are you going to pay for this great news that may save all of humanity? You see, I've joined you. That's right, so I won't point you in the wrong direction. But I won't hesitate to take the money I deserve! "
"Haha."
Lewis chuckled at the rude request. "You're the only one who dares to make such a request in front of the Overlord's general. You're very brave, Crow."
He stroked his beard and said softly, "We'll pay for it.
We'll pay with cash? No, no, no, that's too vulgar. I'll give you a chance to enter the New World. Of course, this requires a little "necessary" protection … "
Just as Lewis finished his sentence, Major Beckett stepped forward and pressed a cold object against the back of Ulysses Crow's head. However, the mercenary didn't show much fear. He spread out his hands and said with a bored expression, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"Don't play this game, General Lewis. If you want to kill me, you can do it in Canada. Since we're here, let's be honest …"
"No, no, no!"
Lewis put the cigar back to his mouth and said softly, "Crow, you may not know the situation yet.
"Crow, you might not have understood the situation yet. Every word you say here, every promise you make, will be seen and heard by it …"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the smug expression on Ulysses' face froze. The blood that splashed out from the back of his head sprayed everywhere in an impactful manner.
Lewis looked at the blood on his sleeve and showed a disgusted expression.
"Ugh, how disgusting …"
But then, with a wave of his left hand, a twisted and struggling soul was extracted from the corpse. He looked at Ulysses Crow, who was screaming in pain in his hand. A cold and emotionless smile appeared on his lips.
"You sold your soul to us. Do you remember? You said it yourself. You'll join us … whether it's in life or after death … "
"Do you really think I only need the insignificant knowledge in your mind? No, no, no, your existence, your soul, is what we really value. "
"In short, welcome to the Devil Army, Private Crow."
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