Marvel’s Big Villain

Clowns are organized in Africa!

As soon as the U.S. representative finished speaking, representatives from various countries began to whisper to each other.

In the three years after the Battle of New York, although they captured countless members of the Clown Organization.

But everyone present knew that those people were just peripheral fish, and it would be difficult to shake the foundation of the clown organization whether they were caught or not caught.

The reason why they were arrested was nothing more than to give the people an explanation, to show the government's achievements, to show that they did not live for nothing, and to make the people feel at ease.

However, the real threat to the Clown Organization is the leader, Jason Walter, and a dozen of his followers.

If these core figures are not removed for a day, the clown organization will hang like a sharp sword over everyone's head.

Once the opportunity arises, they can quickly grow like a virus.

Weeds that took governments three years to clear may grow back in as little as three months.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, the government used countless resources to find these accomplices, but found nothing for three years.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful country was the first to break through and found their hiding place.

The U.S. representative looked at the discussion below, with a superior smile on his face.

He turned around and pressed the remote control in his hand, and the huge screen behind him lit up.

This is a satellite map, and judging from the outline at the edge of the map, it is indeed the African continent.

And a certain forest in the mainland is marked by a red circle.

The U.S. representative signaled everyone to be quiet, then pointed to the red circle on the map and said:

"According to the intelligence of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the 24-hour satellite detection, it can be confirmed that there have been signs of activity by the Joker Organization in the area circled in red above."

"Afterwards, SHIELD sent 13 groups of secret agents to sneak into the investigation, but without exception, they all lost contact, and even the corpses disappeared. Therefore, it is basically certain that the red circle is the hiding place of the core members of the clown organization."

After the representatives of each country finished listening, they immediately communicated with their colleagues around them.

After discussing for a while, a representative of an African country spoke: "Do you have more detailed data? The red circle covers hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, and they are all mountains and rainforests. Such a large area, unless millions of people are mobilized to rug Otherwise, it would be difficult to confirm the exact location.”

After the representative finished speaking, the representatives of other African countries nodded their heads one after another.

They grew up there since they were young, and they know the complex landforms of this area best.

If you rashly mobilize large-scale civilians to search for it, I am afraid that the clown organization has not found it yet, and there have already been heavy casualties on your side.

The US representative continued: "Of course we know the terrain here, because several secret agents did not die in the hands of the clown organization, but died in a complex and changeable environment, as well as deadly poisonous insects and beasts."

"Our forces in Africa are weak, and now more than half of the non-combat attrition has occurred. Therefore, we think it is difficult to find something in this area alone."

"That's why we need the governments of all countries to unite, mobilize their own investigative elites, form a large number of search teams, and conduct a thorough search of the red circled area."

Hearing this, the expressions of representatives from all parties were somewhat hesitant.

Well, after all, you want our soldiers to accompany you to die.

This request, I'm afraid...

Seeing their constipated expressions, the U.S. representative was not surprised at all, and said: "Here, I would like to solemnly declare that the joint search proposal is purely for the complete elimination of the remaining forces of the Clown Organization, and has no selfish intentions."

"I think everyone here is aware of the consequences of a comeback in the future once the Clown Organization is given a chance to breathe."

The first half of his sentence is pure nonsense.

The representative of a certain country chuckled undisguisedly, wishing to write the word ridicule on his face.

The government of the beautiful country is wholeheartedly for the public and not for personal gain? This is simply the biggest joke of the 21st century.

But the second half of what he said made some sense.

When it comes to other matters, countries can shirk and argue.

But once the clown organization is involved, it must be taken seriously, which is the consensus of governments of all countries.

In just a few years, the malignant tumor of the clown organization has made waves all over the world, causing unimaginable damage to most countries. This time, it must be eradicated.

The representative of a certain country deliberated for a while, then decisively pressed the agree button on the table, raised his hand and said, "Our country agrees!"

Soon, another country with good relations also pressed the yes button.

The representatives of the two big countries have come forward, and those small countries are embarrassed to take advantage of it, and they all agree with the establishment of a joint search team.

The most important proposals of the meeting were passed with a 100% approval rate.

The U.S. representative smiled and continued: "In addition to forming a joint search team, we also need the support of the local government."

He pointed to the red circle again: "We saw that the land of Wakanda is completely covered by the red circle. The residents here are familiar with the terrain and landscape, and know how to deal with the troubles of poisonous insects and beasts, so we hope that Wakanda can play a greater role in joint operations." effect."

The so-called playing a greater role means sending more people to die.

Sure enough, there is no good intention in doing business in the beautiful country.

Wakanda is one of the poorest countries in the world.

There are no three melons and two dates in your pocket, and you still have to take them out, which is a bit too much.

Some equally poor African countries have set their sights on King Wakanda.

Although I sympathize with what happened to Wakanda, how can a weak country have the guts to sing against a beautiful country?

The king of Wakanda stretched his head forward and put his mouth close to the microphone: "The US representative has negotiated with me about this matter before." "The clown organization is a cancer of human civilized society. Although Wakanda is poor, it will never allow They're running amok on the African continent."

"So we fully agree with the request of the US side, and we will send a large number of guides who are familiar with the environment to give full support to the actions of the joint search team."

Sure enough, I still couldn't bear the pressure.

Those small countries were silent and sighed secretly.

The representative of the United States applauded and continued to speak: "Thank you King T'Chaka for his speech and support! Considering that Wakanda's per capita income is among the lowest in the world, the United States has decided to give Wakanda a loan of 1 billion US dollars in a humanitarian spirit. Donate a batch of weapons and genetically modified crops to help Wakanda develop military and agricultural power."

what?

The beautiful country actually aids poor countries!

The representative did not say anything wrong, or missed some harsh conditions.

Suddenly there was warm applause from the audience.

Those poor countries that had just sympathized with Wakanda all looked at King T'Chaka enviously at this moment.

Taking the line of Laomei, Wakanda can be regarded as a breakthrough.

$1 billion in loans, advanced weaponry, and easy-to-grow genetically modified crops.

With these aids, as long as King T'Chaka develops seriously.

Perhaps in a few years, Wakanda, the title of "one of the poorest countries in the world", will be taken off.

King T'Chaka nodded while applauding.

However, Prince T'Challa, who was sitting on the side, was expressionless, as if he was not interested in these financial aids at all.

Hey, young man, you don't even know how much money your father made.

The representatives of the nearby countries shook their heads helplessly, with an expression that you are too young and naive.

"Boring!" Prince T'Challa whispered.

King T'Chaka applauded hypocritically, while teaching in a low voice: "Be patient! When you inherit the throne, you will often meet these occasions."

"When I inherit the throne, Wakanda's seat will appear in the first row." T'Challa was arrogant and disdainful of the five representatives in the first row.

After the two most important things were finalized, the conference gradually came to an end, and the follow-up proposals were all trivial matters.

T'Challa yawned sleepily.

After the meeting, there will definitely be a bunch of people coming over to catch the heat and build relationships.

I hope to take advantage of Wakanda's east wind to climb the high branch of the beautiful country.

T'Challa was extremely resistant to what happened next, so he whispered: "Father, I will wait for you outside."

After finishing speaking, he knelt down and slipped out of the court quietly.

…………

In the scorching sun, the special police responsible for blocking the road are still on duty meticulously.

Sweat soaked his clothes, his lips were dry and cracked, and his skin was flushed from the sun.

The SWAT thought to himself, I really hope that there will be heavy rain at this time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows.

The special police officer on duty was overjoyed. Just as he was about to cool off, there was a gust of wind, which was really lucky.

But when the breeze blew, the special police officers shivered uncontrollably.

Hell, the wind is actually icy cold, maybe it doesn't come from Siberia.

Tucao belongs to Tucao, in reality, this kind of situation will not happen at all.

The special police officers looked at each other, feeling that the gust of wind was a bit abnormal.

"There's someone over there!" a SWAT officer yelled.

Everyone turned around and saw a thin man in a suit walking slowly.

"Stop!"

The special police pulled the safety and aimed their guns at him.

"Traffic control is temporarily implemented on this road, please do not approach!"

Although subconsciously felt that this man was not simple, in order to prevent accidental injury, the special police still used a loudspeaker to shout.

The special police spoke the local language first, then switched to English and spoke it again.

The second time, the man stopped and raised his hand in a gesture of apology.

It was indeed a misunderstanding.

Fortunately, the gun was not decisively fired just now, otherwise something serious would happen.

The SWAT officers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a thick white mist erupted from the man's body.

The white mist completely enveloped his figure, and then rushed in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

"There's something wrong with this man! Shoot! Shoot!"

The special police were shocked and immediately raised their guns to shoot.

But just as the index finger was about to pull the trigger, a bone-piercing chill rushed over.

The joints of the special policeman's body immediately stiffened, and he couldn't even exert the strength to pull the trigger.

After only a second or two of delay, the overwhelming thick fog hit, and the special police immediately lost consciousness.

The thick fog passed by and continued on, and those special police officers turned into ice sculptures.

"call……"

The man put his hands in his pockets and spit out a cloud of white mist.

"It's been three years before you know it! It's time for you to recall the fear of being ruled by an organization!"

Stepping on the thin ice on the ground, John Wicker walked towards the building in a leisurely manner.

…………

"Group A! Group A!"

"What happened to you?"

"Please, come and answer me personally!"

Downstairs in the building, a group of soldiers called their companions anxiously.

But after waiting for a long time without a response, it is estimated that there is more than good luck.

"Quick! Arrange the line of defense!"

The situation was critical, and the team leader immediately issued an order.

The explosion-proof armored vehicle started, adjusted its direction and parked sideways on the road.

All the soldiers pulled off the safety guards, raised their guns to aim, and their expressions were extremely serious.

"Did... what happened to you?"

The waiting reporters saw that the soldiers were facing an enemy, so they immediately ran forward to inquire.

The team leader held the walkie-talkie tightly and said in a nutshell: "An unknown enemy has invaded! Hurry up and hide in the building!"

Hearing this, the faces of the reporters present changed drastically.

enemy!

Could it be them?

"Something went wrong, everyone hid in the building!"

The reporters yelled to remind each other, and then each took their food and left the interview area in an orderly manner.

At this time, a large number of unidentified objects suddenly appeared in the sky, their light and fluffy textures resembled feathers.

"Look! What's that?"

"Looking at the size and material, it's a bit like a card."

Journalists and soldiers alike focused on the heavens.

A reporter put down the microphone, jumped up vigorously and grabbed a card.

When he saw the pattern on the card clearly, his legs softened and he fell to his knees.

It's a playing card with a clown printed on it.

A clown with blood on his hands and a hideous smile.

It is not uncommon to have clowns on playing cards, but only they dare to make clowns with this pattern.

A poker card instantly activated the fear hidden in their genes.

Those reporters were like a conditioned reflex, even ignoring the guys who were eating, and ran towards the building.

"clown!"

"The Clown Organization is here!"

Heart-piercing roars easily destroyed the order inside and outside the building.

After three years, is that man going to appear again?

…………

On the roof of a nearby building, a military sniper team died tragically on the spot.

Several people in black coats stood near the body.

"It's just a few playing cards that scare them like this... thinking that after three years, they've improved."

"You are too demanding. They are not agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., but ordinary people without weapons."

"Okay, the opening scene is over, it's time for the big show."

"Who will make the first move?"

"It's just a group of politicians, what's the priority, leave it to me."

A crew-shaven man put his foot on the roof railing and pointed a hand at the distant helicopter.

Eight armed helicopters hovered in mid-air nearby, responsible for defending the air security of the building.

drop! drop! drop!

Suddenly, the helicopter's instruments failed, and the joystick adjusted itself, aiming at the building head-on.

Pilots tried in vain to turn the stick back, and disconnecting the power had no effect.

"Shit! Bird No. 1 is out of order! Bird No. 1 is out of order!"

"No. 2 is also out of order!"

"Number five is out of order too!"

"Oops! No. 6's fire control safety is on!"

"It's over, something big happened!"

"Mayday! Mayday!"

"Call the headquarters, the helicopter has been hijacked by unknown persons!"

"The missile is about to launch, the missile is about to launch!"