Chapter 211 (1/2)

”Mom annoys FAK!”

Nick Fury punched the alloy desk in front of him, and the table that could resist bullets was hit by him.

These wakanda people hide too deeply. Nick Fury just thought that those who have high-tech weapons were just hiding in wakanda. He didn't expect that the other party is wakanda army, or wakanda has a scientific and technological level beyond the imagination of the Divine Shield Bureau.

The commandos and weapons inspection team brought by brother bald were directly disarmed by the guys wearing cloaks and machetes. Before the communication was cut off, Nick only saw his soldiers use assault rifles to pop up sparks after the other party hit the robes of tribal warriors. We failed to penetrate the enemy's armor!

This is not the start I want! Nick Frey kept holding a very old pager in his right hand, and the plastic shell of the pager had been polished extremely smooth by him.

In Nick Frey's opinion, the normal routine is for s.h.i.e.l.d. personnel to enter, and then successfully collude with the opposition in wakanda, and then get a lot of confidential information about the country, and then support the opposition, overthrow the existing regime, and then successfully incorporate wakanda's scientific and technological achievements. But now, before s.h.e.d. enters the door, it is severely beaten, All the staff were captured and ready to send them to chimpanzees as toys. Now Nick can only give play to the glorious tradition of Americans without skin and face, and call big brother while increasing troops.

NATO, which was very interested in vakanda's high-tech weapons, immediately responded to the call. However, because it was worried that it would be criticized by the domestic people, everyone sent people in the name of holding military exercises to improve vakanda's military level, and the banner was still the Divine Shield Bureau.

After receiving the equipment accumulated by the giant god long ago from the coalition base in Mali, a multinational elite special force disappeared in the thick clouds on a transport plane.

”How can it be repaired!” The Japanese American commander pulled out his family's samurai sword and split it on the holographic platform.

”What's wrong with your s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. and what's the origin of those blacks!”

”Er......” another old agent of the s.h.i.e.l.d., Victoria hand, is responsible for contacting the coalition forces. She is also the head of the s.h.l.d. Mobility Center in New York. It is also her job to contact the military.

”Forget it, the top priority now is to rescue the prisoners!” After the general's fire, he was worried. ”Did they ask for those wakanda people?”

”No, sir, but just now they complained on the public channel that our military rations were terrible!”

“…………”

”Don't stop me. I'm going to blow up these sundries with B52!”

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The giant God's Malian base and the Allied forces are repaired together. Most of the giant God's combat troops stationed here are retired veterans from various countries who have been injured and underwent limb reconstruction surgery. They recover in low-intensity war-torn areas in Africa and provide military training for various countries. However, because of the training state of African black millet, most of the time, the giant god just takes money and doesn't do anything.

”Colonel COMAC!”

Seeing the visiting coalition officers, he remembered his boss's analysis. It was already dark, and after the sun exposure, COMAC, who was even darker, couldn't help but hiss, revealing his white front teeth.

”What are you laughing at?” Coalition officers don't smell right.

”I think of happy things!” COMAC pressed the button and motioned the orderly to bring two cups of Leica coffee.

”What's up?”