Beautiful Man

Clown organization in Africa!

As soon as the U.S. representative's voice fell, representatives from various countries began to whisper.

In the three years after the Battle of New York, they captured countless clown members.

But everyone in the room knew that those people were nothing more than trash fish in the periphery, and it was difficult to shake the foundation of the clown organization whether they were caught or not.

The reason for arresting them is simply to give the people an explanation, show the government's political achievements, show that they have not eaten for nothing, and let the people relax.

However, the real threat to the clown organization is the leader Jason Walter and his dozen or so comrades.

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

Once opportunities arise, they will develop and grow rapidly like a virus.

Weeds removed by governments in three years may grow back in three months.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, the government has spent countless resources to find these comrades, but it has found nothing in three years.

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

The U.S. representative watched the discussion below, with a superb smile on his face.

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

This is a satellite map. Judging from the outline on the edge of the map, it is indeed the African continent.

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

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

"According to the intelligence of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the 24-hour uninterrupted satellite detection, it can be confirmed that there have been signs of activities of the clown organization in the area marked with a red circle."

"After that, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents sent 13 groups of secret agents into the investigation, but all lost contact without exception, and even the bodies were gone. So it is basically certain that the red circle is where the core members of the clown organization hide."

After listening, representatives from various countries immediately communicated with their colleagues.

After discussing for a while, a representative of an African country spoke: "Is there any more detailed data? The red circle covers hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, and it is all mountains and rainforests. Such a large range, unless the carpet of millions of people is activated. It’s difficult to confirm the specific location."

The representative finished his speech, and representatives of other African countries nodded.

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

If you rush to mobilize large-scale civilians to search, I am afraid that the clown organization has not been found yet, and you have already suffered heavy casualties.

The U.S. 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 the complex and changeable environment and deadly poisonous beasts.”

"Our power in Africa is weak, and there have been more than half of non-combat attritions. So we think it is difficult to find anything in this area on our own."

"Therefore, we need governments of all countries to unite, mobilize their own investigative elites, form a large number of investigation teams, and conduct thorough investigations in the red circle area."

Hearing that, the expressions of representatives from all sides were a bit hesitant.

Well, by the way, you want our soldiers to accompany you to die.

This request, I'm afraid...

Seeing their expressions of constipation, the US representative was not surprised at all, saying: “I want to solemnly state here that the proposal for a joint search is entirely to eliminate the remnants of the clown organization, without any selfish intentions.”

"I think everyone here knows what will happen if 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 sneer on his face.

The government of a beautiful country is committed to the public but not for personal gain?This is simply the biggest joke of the 21st century.

But the second half of what he said made sense.

When it comes to other matters, countries can shirk their arguments.

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

In just a few years, the cancer of the clown organization has been making waves all over the world, causing unimaginable harm to most countries. This time, it must be wiped out.

A representative of a certain country discussed for a while, decisively pressed the approval button on the table and raised his hand: "Our country agrees!"

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

The representatives of the two major powers are in their early days, and those small countries are not embarrassed to fish anymore, and they all agree with the establishment of a joint search team.

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

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

He stretched his hand to the red circle again: "We see that Wakanda’s land is completely covered by the red circle. The residents here are familiar with the terrain 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 is to send more people to die.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as good intentions in a beautiful country.

Wakanda is one of the poorest countries in the world.

There are no three melons and two dates in your pocket.

Some of the same poor African countries set their sights on King Wakanda.

Although expressing sympathy for Wakanda's experience, how can a weak country have the courage to antagonize a beautiful country?

King Wakanda stretched his head forward and put his mouth close to the microphone: "About this matter, the representative of the United States has negotiated with me before." "The clown organization is a cancer of human civilization. Although Wakanda is poor, it is never allowed. They act recklessly on the African continent."

"So we fully agree to the US request. We will send a large number of guides familiar with the environment to give full support to the joint search team."

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

Those small countries were silent and sighed secretly.

The U.S. representative applauded and continued to speak: "Thanks to King Techaka for his speech and support! Considering that Wakanda’s per capita income is among the lowest in the world, the U.S. decided to grant Wakanda a US$1 billion loan in a humanitarian spirit. Donate a batch of weapons and equipment and genetically modified crops to help Wakanda develop military and agricultural power."

what?

Pretty country will actually help poor countries!

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

The audience suddenly burst into applause.

Those poor countries that had sympathized with Wakanda just now all looked at King Techaka with envy.

Wakanda was able to catch the Laomei line.

1 billion dollars in loans, advanced weapons and equipment, and genetically modified crops that are easy to grow.

With these aids, as long as King Techaka develops seriously.

Perhaps within a few years, Wakanda, the “one of the poorest countries in the world”, will be taken off.

King Techaka applauded and nodded.

However, Prince Techara, who was sitting on the side, had no expression on his face, as if he had no interest in the financial aid.

Hey, young man, you don’t even know how much your dad made.

The representative of the nearby country shook his head helplessly, with an expression that you were too young and childish.

"Boring!" Prince Techara whispered.

King Techaka applauded falsely and whispered: "Be patient! When you inherit the throne, you will often encounter these occasions."

"When I succeed to the throne, Wakanda's seat will appear in the first row." Techara was proud 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 subsequent proposals were trivial things.

Techara yawned sleepily.

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

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

Techara was extremely resistant to what happened next, and whispered: "Father, I'm waiting for you outside."

After speaking, he knelt down and sneaked out of the court.

…………

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

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

The special police thought to himself, I really hope there will be a heavy rain at this time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

The special police on duty was overjoyed, and there was a gust of wind just about to cool off, which was also very lucky.

But when the breeze passed, the special police shivered uncontrollably.

Hell, this wind is actually cold, I'm afraid it's not coming from Siberia.

Tucao returns to Tucao, this situation will never happen in reality.

The special police looked at each other, feeling something unusual in the gust of wind.

"There is someone over there!" a special policeman shouted.

Everyone turned and looked, and a thin man in a suit walked slowly over.

"Stop!"

The special police opened the insurance and aimed their guns at him.

"This road is temporarily under traffic control, please stay away!"

Although subconsciously feel that this man is not easy, in order to prevent accidental injury, the special police still use a loudspeaker to shout.

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

On the second time, the man really stopped and raised his hand in a sorry gesture.

Sure enough, it was a misunderstanding.

Fortunately, I didn't disconnect the gun just now, or something serious would happen.

The special police secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a thick white mist burst out of the man.

Bai Wu enveloped all his body, and then surged in all directions at a very fast speed.

"This man has a problem! Shoot! Shoot!"

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

But as soon as the index finger was about to pull the trigger, a biting chill came.

The joints of the SWAT's body immediately stiffened, and even the force of pulling the trigger could not be exerted.

It was delayed for a second or two, and the overwhelming fog hit, and the special police immediately lost consciousness.

The thick fog passed by and went on, and the 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 without knowing it! It's time to remind you of the fear of being ruled by the organization!"

Stepping on the thin ice on the ground, John Witkey walked toward the building unhurriedly.

…………

"Group A! Group A!"

"What happened to you?"

"Please, let me answer it personally!"

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

But there is no response after waiting for a long time.

"Quick! Arrange the line of defense!"

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

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

All the soldiers opened the insurance, raised their guns to aim, and looked extremely serious.

"Have you...what happened?"

The reporter who was waiting saw the soldiers approaching an enemy and immediately ran forward and asked.

The team leader squeezed the walkie-talkie, and said in a short story: "An unknown enemy invaded! You guys quickly hide in the building!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the reporters present changed drastically.

enemy!

Will it be them?

"Something happened, everyone hid in the building!"

The reporters shouted to remind each other, and then each took the guy who was eating and left the interview area in an orderly manner.

At this time, a large number of unidentified objects appeared in the sky suddenly, with a light and fluffy texture like feathers.

"Look! What's that?"

"It looks a bit like a card, depending on the size and material."

Both reporters and soldiers focused on the sky.

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

When he saw the pattern on the card clearly, his legs fell on his knees directly.

This is a playing card with a clown pattern printed on it.

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

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

A playing card instantly activated their fear hidden in their genes.

The reporters, like a conditioned reflex, ignored the guys who were eating, and ran towards the building.

"clown!"

"The clown organization is here!"

A heart-piercing roar easily destroyed the order inside and outside the building.

After three years, will that man appear again?

…………

On the roof of a nearby building, a military sniper team died tragically in place.

Several people in black coats stood near the body.

"Just a few poker cards scared them like this... I thought that after three years, they have made progress."

"You are too demanding. They are not S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, just unarmed ordinary people."

"Well, the opening scene has ended, it's time for the big show."

"Who shot first?"

"It's just a group of politicians. Leave it to me in any order."

A man with a shaved head stepped on the roof guardrail and stretched out a hand to aim at the distant helicopter.

There are eight helicopter gunships hovering in mid-air nearby, responsible for the air safety of the building.

drop!drop!drop!

Suddenly, the helicopter's instruments failed, the operating lever adjusted by itself, and the helicopter aimed at the building.

The pilot tried to move the joystick back to no avail, and cutting off the power supply had no effect.

"Shit! Asuka One failed! Asuka One failed!"

"Number two also failed!"

"Number five is also malfunctioning!"

"Oops! The fire control insurance on No. 6 is on!"

"It's over, something big happened!"

"Mayday! Mayday!"

"Call the headquarters, the helicopter was hijacked by unknown personnel!"

"The missile is about to be launched, the missile is about to be launched!"