American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Only 2 more seconds to live, Master Li Ang?

Although somewhat disappointed, this was no ordinary egg, no matter what.

Coulson solemnly received it with both hands, carefully covering it with the box. He planned to immediately find an expert to identify it after returning, and be sure to find out the secrets it held.

"Oh, Master Li Ang, this egg is so precious, I am truly grateful. I'll treat you to this meal today!"

Holding the other party's hand, Coulson was a little moved.

That set of magical massage techniques must be extraordinary. Being able to make a rooster lay eggs must have come at a great cost, right?

This thing must be very rare and precious. Master Li Ang, you are such a good person!

"It's okay, I still have more than 100 in that box!"

With a bun in his mouth and his cheeks bulging, Li Ang's casual remark stabbed Coulson's heart.

"......"

Coulson's eyebrows twitched violently. He silently put down his hand. Good heavens, there are more than 100 more?

How is your massage technique so magical?

Speaking of which, we have such a good relationship, can I learn it?

His heart was extremely complicated, and he could only divert his emotions by introducing Captain America to Li Ang.

"This is the famous Captain America, Steve Rogers. Master Li Ang, I believe you have heard his name..."

"Heard of him, heard of him, Captain America~

I have a friend in a mental hospital who often shouts that he is Captain America's buddy, which has almost made my ears calloused!"

After taking a sip of tea, Li Ang's words aroused Captain America's curiosity.

"Li Ang... Master, may I ask who your friend is..."

Although it felt unlikely, Captain America still asked expectantly.

"Oh... his name is Nicholas Zhao Si, I wonder if you have any impression?"

"Uh... does he have any special talents?"

After thinking for a long time and still not recalling the name, Captain America asked, holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

"Yes, yes, yes, his breakdancing is pretty good! Everyone who has seen it says it's good!"

Li Ang's answer shattered Captain America's last glimmer of hope. He shook his head bitterly, indicating that he did not know this person.

"Hmph... I knew that bastard couldn't be your buddy. Don't worry, I'll take care of him when I get back this time!"

Li Ang patted him on the shoulder very righteously and comforted him loudly.

"......"

After hesitating for a moment, Captain America still dissuaded him. What if that was his fan? He couldn't just beat him up for bragging, right?

Afterwards, the group chatted and ate. After eating and drinking their fill, Coulson drove the car and took them to S.H.I.E.L.D.

On the afternoon of the second day, Ah Xing took Danny and Leng Feng together and boarded a plane to Dongguo.

The latest news showed that a Dragon Ball inside the Demon Suppressing Tower had been stolen, and they had reason to suspect that Di Shitian had done it.

Then, according to this guess, the previous Box of Bliss was likely just a trick to divert attention.

......

Eastern Africa, Intagda, capital.

The scorching sun baked the earth, and there were few people on the streets. Even if there were occasional pedestrians, they all looked hurried.

This country has been in poverty and turmoil for many years. The corruption and incompetence of the government is a permanent pain in the hearts of the Intagda people.

They border Wakanda to the north, and for centuries, they have watched this poor neighbor become rich step by step.

This made them even more jealous, believing that Wakanda had occupied the Al Kama farmland, a grain-producing area, which caused the Intagda people to become poor, so they wanted to seize the Al Kama farmland.

Based on this, Intagda has been at war with Wakanda for many years.

Presidential Palace.

Bang!

"Damn idiot, you hurt me!"

Kicking a doctor away, Mobutu waved to summon two guards and dragged him away.

"Mr. President, give me another chance, spare my life, spare my life..."

In the desperate pleas, he sneered and turned his face away, followed by a gunshot.

The gunshot brought death, and even a trace of blood floated in the air. This was the 13th doctor Mobutu had executed this week, slightly inferior to his usual performance.

Crack crack.

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

He ate with a greasy mouth. Under the service of several maids, he gently took a bite of a grape and looked casually across the table.

"Phantom Troupe? Heh... I've never heard of your names in all my life."

The man across the table was hidden in the shadows, only the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a fake smile.

"President Mobutu, perhaps you have never heard of our names, but you must have heard of the name of the arms dealer Ulysses Klaue."

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

Ulysses Klaue, the cold-blooded black market arms dealer, has been wandering in this area, and he has to choose to maintain a good relationship with Intagda in order to secretly smuggle more vibranium.

Over the years, Intagda has also relied on Ulysses Klaue's channels to import a large number of weapons from the Western world, which is also the confidence for them to go to war with Wakanda from time to time.

"For centuries, we have dealt with Wakanda many times, and each time it ends with our failure.

If you want to start a war, you can..."

At the moment when the murderous intent was fully revealed, Mobutu roughly pushed away the surrounding maids. He spat out the lamb in his mouth, slammed his hands on the table with a bang, leaned forward with a high condescension, and threatened in a low voice.

"There are countless people like you every year who think that they are from the Western world and don't take us seriously, but I don't like to cooperate with stupid people. If your plan doesn't show me the possibility of implementation..."

Swish, he waved his hand.

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

"Death is your only end!"

"Heh heh~"

The man in the shadows didn't care, he even chuckled, he put a piece of golden metal on the table, and the incandescent light made the metal shine like a diamond.

"Vibranium."

With just one glance, Mobutu recognized its material.

He watched the man across from him slowly raise his head and look directly at him from the darkness.

"No matter how many times I have explored it, 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.

Rather than a country, it is more like a tribe packaged with high-tech weapons.

And within this tribe, there is also an absolute belief, and that is the Black Panther God."

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

He has even become Wakanda's national leader, integrating military, political, and religious affairs."

"So, if we want to deal with this country, we must face the Black Panther.

And as the belief and the most powerful warrior in Wakanda, what will the death of the Black Panther bring?"

What will it bring?

Turmoil, unease, the collapse of faith, even... destruction!!

Having dealt with Wakanda for so many years, Mobutu understood it too well.

He thought about it all the time, every moment, which war wasn't with the determination to kill the Black Panther, but there was never... no chance.

"So... this is your plan? Kill the Black Panther?"

Slowly sitting back in the chair, Mobutu poured himself a glass of red wine and said disdainfully.

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

Especially the Black Panther's black armor, it's too powerful. Just thinking about it gives Mobutu a headache and makes him want to kill people.

"As long as we spread the news of a truce within Wakanda, for the sake of peace, that King will definitely come to Intagda.

At that time, we just need to..."

Stabbing a steak knife into the steak, the man smiled like a demon, and a terrifying murderous intent and malice were released unscrupulously, instantly enveloping the entire presidential palace.

Even the best-sounding plan is not as convincing as strength. It was just a simple narration, but at the moment he opened his mouth, it seemed to turn this place into his own "slaughterhouse."

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