American Comics: Tales of Cultivator

Chapter 152: Large Chapter (Brothers saving this book, please subscribe to this chapter so I can see how many people are reading this book)

"Major Kane, sorry to keep you waiting!"

Strucker returned to his Military Camp. From a distance, he saw a tall figure standing in front of his military tent, holding a bundle of German black beer.

His burly body stood ramrod straight, like a fine iron pillar driven into the ground.

Strucker waved for the adjutant accompanying him to leave and walked towards him.

"Mr. Strucker, I'm not a soldier anymore. You can just call me Kane!"

Kane looked at Strucker's eager face and nodded.

"Come in and talk!" Strucker lifted the tent flap and walked inside.

Kane followed behind Strucker, entering Strucker's temporary residence in the Military Camp.

It was an army green military tent, unusually simple inside. Aside from a folding bed, a simple table, and a few folding chairs, there was basically nothing else.

From under the folding bed, Strucker pulled out a can of black coffee, took out two military green mug style cups, and brewed two cups of coffee with hot water from a military canteen.

"Make yourself at home. It's a bit simple here, and I don't have much to offer you. This is Black Ivory Coffee they gave me when I came to East Africa. It tastes good, try some!"

Strucker picked up a cup of coffee himself and handed it to Kane, picked up a cup for himself, and sat on a folding camp chair.

Kane placed the beer in the Corner of the tent, took the coffee, and sat opposite Strucker.

"According to the current battlefield situation, there will basically be no more large-scale battles between Wakanda and the Allied Forces. It's also right for you to choose to leave East Africa at this time. But what about next? Have you thought about where you'll go?"

Baron Strucker savored the bitter black coffee with its burnt aroma and asked, "Will you continue to be a Mercenary, or go back to being the President of your Security Company?"

Without waiting for Kane's answer, Strucker continued, "Kane, with your past experience in the Dark Demon Special Forces and the extraordinary tactical command ability you displayed on the battlefield, it's a waste of talent to be an executive officer in a small Security Company! Are you really willing to be just a Mercenary with talent like yours?! I have a job here that will allow you to showcase your strengths. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Kane held the coffee cup in his hand, looking at the impeccable veteran before him. If not for Boss's reminder, it would be hard for him to imagine that the person in front of him could be connected to the notorious Hydra.

"Thank you for your kindness! I'm sorry, ever since the Dark Demon Special Forces were forced to disband, I swore that I would never serve any country, whether it's Germany, the Federation, or France!"

Baron Strucker looked at Kane's resolute expression and said with a smile, "You misunderstood, Kane. I'm not asking you to serve France. For me, Commanding the French Foreign Legion was just to better understand this war! I don't pledge allegiance to any country. The country and the Führer I was loyal to have been swallowed by the tides of history! We fight for ourselves! Kane! I lack a brave and skilled Knight. With your ability, you deserve a better life, power and influence, money, beautiful woman! Anything you want, I can satisfy you!"

Strucker's gaze was fixed on Kane, observing his reaction.

Although Hydra publicly claims to be an Organization, internally it is full of factions. The strongest faction currently is Alexander Pierce. In late World War II, after the victory, the Federation specifically absorbed Nazi German scientists and experts, transferring a large number of German experts and high-level researchers to the Federation. This Operation Paperclip allowed the Federation's technological strength to be in a dominant position for nearly half a century after the war. But precisely because of this plan by the Federation, Hydra successfully infiltrated the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR), the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D.! The Alexander Pierce of that time was also one of them! Later, the Strategic Scientific Reserve (SSR) was reorganized into S.H.I.E.L.D.! Alexander Pierce, the person chosen by Agent Carter, transformed and actually became the first Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Thus, S.H.I.E.L.D. under the leadership of Alexander Pierce quickly became a breeding ground for Hydra's growth. It can be said that Hydra's influence relies on S.H.I.E.L.D., and has even grown larger and more cunning than during the WWII period. S.H.I.E.L.D. is like the sun. No one would expect that under the most intense sunlight, the biggest black hole is hidden. Even Strucker had to admit that it was precisely because of Alexander Pierce that Hydra could develop so vigorously.

However, this doesn't mean Strucker would bow to Pierce. As a former soldier of the Third Reich, after the Führer's death, in this world, besides himself, there was no one left worth bowing down to and pledging allegiance to. It's just that his influence was destroyed by the Howling Commandos during the WWII period. Although it has developed for so many years, compared to Alexander Pierce, who relies on S.H.I.E.L.D., it's still quite far off.

During the time Kane has been in East Africa, he has been observing Kane's combat level and tactical command ability. Seeing Kane's excellent battlefield performance, he finally decided to extend an olive branch to Kane. The role of a qualified combat commander is beyond doubt. Alexander Pierce, relying on the convenience of S.H.I.E.L.D., recruited a group of elite combat commanders. Excellent ones are like Crossbones; both his individual combat capability and battlefield command ability are extremely outstanding. But based on his assessment of Kane these past few days, the strength Kane displayed far surpasses Crossbones!

Kane looked at Strucker with some surprise. He hadn't expected that this Hydra Organization, which he was impersonating just yesterday, would invite him to join. Kane hesitated slightly and began to ponder in his heart what Boss would decide if he were here. Given Boss's personality, he would surely happily join Hydra. After completely exploiting them, he would then kick them away.

"Mr. Strucker, I currently have no plans to change Boss. As for future matters, let's leave them for the future!" Kane shook his head. In the end, he still hadn't learned Boss's thick-skinned approach. He directly refused Strucker.

Strucker's face didn't show dissatisfaction. On the contrary, judging from his expression, he actually appreciated Kane more. No person in power and influence dislikes loyal Subordinates. He had investigated Kane's movements after his retirement. According to his understanding, after Kane left the German Army, he had been staying by the side of a Gang Boss in New York. It took him two or three years to single-handedly support a small-time hoodlum into becoming the biggest Gang Boss in all of New York. In the intelligence provided by the informant, although some false intelligence was mixed in, such as how fierce and capable that Gang Boss was, in Strucker's eyes, apart from the possibility of him being a mutant, which was worth noting, he didn't put Tang Song in his eyes. In his opinion, the reason Tang Song could become the Leader of New York's Underworld was entirely the result of support from Kane and Lane, the two brothers, plus dozens of former Dark Demon Special Forces soldiers. Truly worthy of being a former Commander of the Dark Demon Special Forces: Capable, loyal enough, and doesn't take credit!

"It's alright, I'm just making a suggestion. You can take your time to consider. No need to rush your reply. After a while, I will make a trip to New York and visit your employer. I will have a good talk with him!" Strucker, having filled in the blanks in his mind, looked more and more favorably upon Kane. He waved his hand and said, "I think your Boss is also a reasonable person and wouldn't bear to keep a warhorse trapped in the hands of a miller!"

Visit Boss, are you serious?! Kane looked at Strucker like looking at a huge sucker / patsy, a fat pig running to The Butcher with a knife in its mouth. With great willpower, plus his mutant ability of self muscle control, he barely managed to control his contorted facial expression.

"Kane, are you in such a hurry to return to New York because something happened? I have some connections in the Federation. I can help with some small troubles," Strucker said, pouring him another cup of coffee after watching Kane silently finish the first one.

Hearing Strucker's words, Kane's complexion immediately turned stern. "Someone sent Gunmen to assassinate my Boss and swept our Territory. Although Boss wasn't seriously hurt, we always believe in blood for blood and tooth for tooth!"

Looking at Kane's serious expression, Strucker was somewhat dismissive. In his opinion, this was just fighting and killing between Gangs. During the WWII period, he faced the Allied Howling Commandos and the encirclement of several Allied divisions.

"202******!" Strucker recited a string of numbers and said to Kane, "This is the phone number of one of my Subordinates. He has some manpower there. If you don't have enough manpower in New York, call this phone number!"

Kane silently memorized the phone number. After silently drinking another cup of black coffee with Strucker, he stood up and bid farewell to Strucker. "Mr. Strucker, it's getting late! I still have to catch a plane, so I won't bother you any longer!"

Strucker escorted Kane outside the French Army barracks and watched him get into the hummer before turning back to the barracks.

"Boss, that's how things are, what should I do?"

A convoy of five military humvees drove towards a temporary Military Airport built by the Allied Forces. Kane held the satellite phone in his hand, reporting what had just happened to Boss Tang.

Monaco Beach. Tang Song was wearing only beach shorts, lying on a beach chair, with a sun hat covering his face and a satellite phone in his hand. Under the sun hat, two masses of silver radiance floated between his nostrils, breathing and absorbing, continuously. Wrapped within these two masses of silver light were his two sword pills. With each process of his breathing and absorbing, he poured the two streams of Primeval White Astral Qi, which had grown to their peak in his lungs, into the two sword pills. During this time, thanks to the Dual Cultivation Secret Technique, the Primeval White Astral Qi between Tang Song's lungs could be said to be extremely abundant. Nourished by the Primeval White Astral Qi, the two sword pills could no longer be seen in their specific form or shape. From the outside, they just looked like two large masses of silver radiance. As Tang Song breathed, they constantly trembled, pulsing, like a heart in a person's chest, like living beings.

"Since someone is kindly offering help, let's not be polite either. Lane has already figured out the situation of the Bureau for Paranormal Defense. It's a Federal secret agency, directly reporting to the owner of the White House! What's interesting is that the investigator from the Bureau for Paranormal Defense responsible for New York matters is named Alexander Corvinus!"

"The source of that progenitor vampire?!" Kane was slightly taken aback. They had dealt with vampires in New York more than once or twice, and naturally, they had heard the name Alexander Corvinus from some vampires! "Boss, what do you plan to do?"

The hummer was now driving into the Military Airport. In the most obvious position at the Airport, a white transport aircraft was parked. From a distance, Kane saw a Middle-aged Man in a suit waiting in front of the plane.

"You've been with me for over three years, Kane. When have you ever seen me suffer a loss? I've transferred a batch of Gunmen back from the Siberian Training Camp. Take them to see some blood! And while you're at it, borrow some manpower from Mr. Strucker. Since that old gentleman gave me a surprise, I naturally have to give him a big gift in return!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Hearing the dial tone from the other end of the satellite phone, Kane then hung up the phone, got out of the hummer, and shook hands with Yuri, who was coming to meet him!

"Trouble you again, Yuri!"

Yuri, this big arms dealer, looked energetic, greeting Kane warmly. "Mr. Kane, you're too kind. I'm also returning to New York after delivering the goods. It's just on the way!" For arms dealers, war is often an opportunity to get rich. During this time, Yuri hired one of Kane's teams, traveling through the battlefield, mingling at the dinner tables of High-level Staff military officers from the Federation, and even connected with Baron Strucker through Kane's connections, buying a batch of 'damaged' active-duty equipment from various countries within the Allied Forces at a low price. This batch of equipment was resold to South Africa, Afghanistan, and the Middle East, selling for at least three times the profit. "There's still cargo on the plane?" Kane looked at the plane, his eyebrow furrowed. Yuri hadn't mentioned this to him!

"It won't take too long. It's a batch of guns bought by an anti-government armed force in Somalia. The money has already been paid. We can just take a detour in the air and airdrop the things directly into the Sea Area they designated!" Yuri saw that Kane's look was a bit off and quickly explained. He wouldn't dare offend Kane. Among the Allied Forces of various countries, the French Army's weapons were the newest, and this was largely thanks to Kane's mediation. Moreover, regarding Boss Tang behind Kane, he was even more fearful. That's a ruthless person who dared to blow up Mount Fuji! Although he didn't know why the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department themselves classified this matter as a mountain fire, Yuri still doesn't dare let anyone know that the batch of mortars back then was transported into Tokyo through his channel.

Kane nodded upon hearing this, commanding a few Soldiers to lift the wooden crates from the hummer onto the plane. Yuri's gaze swept over the wooden crates that looked unusually heavy. Although he was a bit curious, he deeply understood the reason that curiosity killed the cat.

An old woods in Siberia, in the log-built training camp Secret Base.

One by one, figures were burly, students whose entire bodies were wrapped in stern killing intent. After strict screening, they were selected. The Leader leading the team was a German with a high nose bridge, blue eyes, and wearing a crisp military uniform. He was the second most important person in the entire Siberian Training Camp. All students only knew his codename was Spade K. Supervising all training in the training camp, his position among the Spade Soldiers was only below Commander Kane. And at this moment, he was also leading the newly selected Gunmen for a speech.

"All twenty-eight of you are the most outstanding Gunmen in our training camp. Each one of you is able to stand here only after countless life-and-death trials. Undoubtedly, you represent the physical limits that humanity can currently reach. But you must know, in this world, there are many powerful transcendental beings worth challenging with your life. Boss has already sent an order, ordering you to immediately depart and execute a mission with Commander Kane."

In Spade K's eyes, surging waves of light churned like the Ocean. His gaze was sharp and yet crazed as he stared at the twenty-eight Gunmen lined up in front of him. These people were not all Russians. Their races included almost all races and skin colors on Earth. There were black people, white people, Asians, and even Native Americans with brown skin. So many people standing together, varying in height, but all stood ramrod straight with their hands behind their backs, like fine iron pillars. Within close proximity, Spade K himself couldn't even hear these people's breathing or heartbeats. Cold and cruel, like a whole row of metal puppets.

"Do you still remember your original intention for coming here? To become transcendental beings! To possess the strength to disdain those mutants and Superheroes. Now the opportunity is before you. As long as you can complete Boss's order, you can become such beings."

Spade K spoke fluent English. His words already carried a hint of sentimental encouragement, but these twenty-eight Big men had stern complexions, not even turning their eyeballs. Standing in place, their eyes fixed intently on everyone's faces. Their two ears twitched slightly. Until he was finally certain that these people hadn't changed their heartbeats or blood in the slightest due to his inflammatory remarks, Spade K nodded with satisfaction. The crazed look in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only a gloomy expression on his face.

Buzz buzz buzz! Buzz buzz buzz! "Roar"! Two helicopters descended from high altitude. The wind sound produced by the propellers rotating faintly mixed with sounds of tiger roar! Clang! Before one helicopter even landed, the huge iron cage hanging below the helicopter smashed onto the ground first. Inside the iron cage was a fierce tiger over three meters long. With a roar, it let out a bellow. The mountain forest vibrated because of it, and birds scattered in fright from the dense forest!

A green figure leaped down from the helicopter, landing steadily in front of Spade K. A strong figure nearly two and a half meters tall, with a half-human, half-lizard head, a powerful physique, and a swinging lizard tail, exactly like a human form lizard!

"We searched the entire mountain forest. Only this tiger was big enough, barely suitable as a gift for Boss!" The Lizardman said. The green skin on his body faded, the lizard tail shortened, and finally disappeared. Under the envious gaze of the trained Gunmen, he transformed back into a tall, strong, naked German man.

...

Wakanda Royal Palace Conference Room.

A secret meeting that was destined not to be acknowledged was quietly taking place.

In front of the long conference table, the refined-looking Asian Middle-aged Man flipped through the data/information in front of him. Under T'Chaka's watchful eye, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, seemingly a bit tired.

"Your Majesty, your requirement is too harsh! Let alone that we cannot agree, even if we cast a vote in favor at the World Security Council, this requirement of yours cannot pass!"

"Mr. Zhang!" T'Chaka's thick finger pointed at a line in the documents and said, "If your side can support us, besides the agreed annual export volume of ten tons of Vibranium Ore, we can privately allocate another five tons from our daily reserves to sell to the Chinese side!"

Mr. Zhang shook his head with a bitter smile. "Your Majesty, this isn't a matter of how much Vibranium Ore there is, you must know, the situation in Africa is very complex, especially East Africa, which was once a British colony. Look at its geographic location!" Mr. Zhang pulled the East Africa map from the side of the table, spreading it out in front of T'Chaka. Pressing a point on the map with his finger, he said to T'Chaka, "Do you think anyone would feel at ease letting others occupy such a traffic artery?!"

T'Chaka looked at the place Mr. Zhang's finger was pressing. "Somalia!" He knew Mr. Zhang was right. Somalia borders the narrow Gulf of Aden to the north, located at the transportation hub of the three continents of Asia, Africa, and Europe, guarding the gateway from the Red Sea to the Indian Ocean. Oil tankers and merchant ships entering the Red Sea and Mediterranean Sea all have to pass through this gateway. And large oil tankers bypassing the Cape of Good Hope also need to pass through the Sea Area east of Somalia. Currently, 14% of the world's maritime trade and 30% of oil transportation pass through the Sea Area of Somalia. Therefore, the geographic location of the coastal Sea Area of Somalia is extremely important. A place like Somalia, whether it's the Federation or a few other countries, they will not allow a powerful country to emerge here.

"Mr. Zhang, compared to the Federation, I have the most goodwill towards Zhong Guo. After all, you have been supporting the development of Africa for so many years!" Mr. Zhang took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, breathed on them, and wiped his glasses. His casual attitude made T'Chaka, who was talking about Sino-African friendship, a bit awkward.

"I know the conditions we offered make things difficult for your side. You have also seen our vibranium jets. The external vibranium energy absorption coating is enough to make it invisible to all radar in the world." Seeing Mr. Zhang's attitude, T'Chaka gave up on playing the emotional card, crossing his hands, and directly spoke about interests. "If your side can stand with us in the peace negotiations, I am willing to gratuitous transfer this technology to the Chinese side!"

Mr. Zhang's hand paused. He put his glasses back on. His eyes behind the thick lenses stared at T'Chaka, seeming to see through his thoughts. "Wakanda's vibranium technology itself is based on Vibranium Ore. If all our fighter jets use this vibranium coating, Wakanda's vibranium production won't keep up, wouldn't we be controlled by others?!"

T'Chaka smiled awkwardly, explaining, "Mr. Zhang, Vibranium Ore is a metal, it's a resource that can be recycled and reused. The coating consumed by one fighter jet will not exceed 0.5 kilograms! Just the vibranium Wakanda exports to you every year is enough for twenty thousand fighter jets. As far as I know, your country's current number of fighter jets in service is only a little over three thousand!"

"Five vibranium jets, and the technology for the Wakanda perimeter energy shield! I can guarantee you on behalf of our side that we will vote in favor of the resolution at the World Security Council!"

"Impossible!" Looking at Mr. Zhang's smiling face, T'Chaka's dark face even faintly showed green. "Wakanda's energy technology cannot be leaked. This is our bottom line!"

"What about the vibranium jets?" Mr. Zhang had an expression of no surprise on his face, taking a step back. "To be honest, we don't value vibranium jets much. It's just that we can't bear to see this war continue."

"One!" T'Chaka looked at Mr. Zhang's shameless face. After struggling for a long time, he extended a finger and said, "We can sell your country one vibranium jet!"

"Two, plus an additional ten tons of Vibranium Ore per year!" Mr. Zhang stood up, placing his hands on the long table with vibranium coating, and said, gazing at T'Chaka.

T'Chaka and Mr. Zhang looked at each other for a few minutes, seeming to back down a little. "Alright, two it is. However, for Vibranium Ore, it's only fifteen tons per year. No room for negotiation!"

"Alright, it's a deal then. Later, I will have someone give you a few foreign exchange accounts. That's the money for purchasing fighter jets. Publicly, we will say that these two fighter jets were shot down by us. After all, there's a precedent. It won't affect Your Majesty's subsequent negotiations!"

T'Challa, who was sitting nearby listening, was completely confused. He didn't understand the meaning of this 'Zhang's' words. If you really want to buy fighter jets, shouldn't it be a simple exchange of money for goods? Why make it so complicated?

"Haha, the deal is done. I hope your side will stand with us, Wakanda, in the subsequent World Security Council vote——"

T'Chaka understood the meaning of Mr. Zhang's words. He couldn't help but scrutinize Mr. Zhang. This military attaché from the Zhong Guo embassy in Sudan definitely has another Identity. This is an obvious matter. Otherwise, he wouldn't be qualified to come here and negotiate with him. It's just a pity that Wakanda's intelligence agency cannot infiltrate The East, otherwise he would know the Identity of this 'Mr. Zhang' and gain the initiative in the negotiations.

A remote Corner of Wakanda, the blue energy barrier revealed a shortfall. Prince T'Challa escorted Mr. Zhang out, watching him get into the car that had come to pick him up.

"Colonel Wen!"

Not long after the suv started, a Middle-aged Man couldn't help but speak. He had just wanted to ask Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang put a finger to his lips, shushing him. He took out an instrument from the car's storage compartment and scanned his entire body.

"Minister Liu, you can speak now!" After confirming there were no listening devices on his body, Colonel Wen then spoke.

"How did the negotiations go? The domestic side is very concerned about this," Mr. Zhang then spoke.

Colonel Wen shook his head and said, "What the Wakandans truly want is probably not the so-called control of East Africa. Otherwise, for so many years, Wakanda wouldn't have remained indifferent to the African continent. With their technological level, decades ago, taking advantage of WWII, even unifying the African continent would have been simple!"

"What do the Wakandans want?" Mr. Zhang asked!

Colonel Wen repeatedly thought about the documents he had read in his mind, as well as T'Chaka's look and performance during the conversation, and the look of that Black Prince. "Whatever they want, it's definitely not as harsh as the control of East Africa! Wakanda's sincerity is not enough to demand the control of the entire East Africa. It's more like buying a seat on the World Security Council!"

"Father, the representative from France has arrived!"

Wakanda, inside the royal palace. T'Challa hesitated to speak.

"Are you asking me why I proposed demanding the control of East Africa?" T'Chaka looked at his son.

"Yes, Father. I don't understand. Didn't you say you wanted Wakanda to become a permanent member of the World Security Council?"

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