"I'm glad you can come, and not as the King of Latovia." The current Wakanda King Techaka stood not far away from the prince, holding a speech in his hand. The Wakanda did not wear traditional national costumes when participating in the meeting like some African countries, but chose a black suit as a business suit. The event that promoted the final conclusion of the Sokovia Agreement was the Wakanda who died in Nigeria. As the king, Techaka got the opportunity to give this speech, and his king's guard is still at the door and cannot enter the venue.

However, Salomon believes that the reason why Techaka was able to stand on the podium was partly because the small amount of vibrators that the outside world knew were still preserved in Wakanda. "I know you must be angry about Wakanda's failure to fulfill the contract, but you did not tell Wakanda what you were going to do, which was very unfavorable to the international reputation after Wakanda opened up to the outside world. You know this, Salomon, although your career is just, the means are also very important. You only have enemies and no friends now, which is very dangerous."

"Since that's the case, even if both of us are wrong. But I want to correct a mistake. My Regent is helping me find friends and has found them." Salomon smiled. He knew Techaka's thoughts very well. The king had always had a sense of confidence in the West that came from, which was also the fundamental reason why he sent Prince Techala to study in Oxford. Perhaps it was because he believed that Wakanda's agents and the army could defend the border, or because Wakanda's technological level was too far ahead of her.

Too, he, the person who should have considered the worst, has blind optimism. If Techara decides, he will most likely not choose to open up the policy. "But I am still very grateful to the vaccine provided by the biological laboratory in Wakanda. The vaccine productivity of the Immortal City cannot meet the needs of Latvinia. There are also automatic surgical machines and biochemical prosthetic materials. Without these things, the popularization of medical treatment in Latvinia cannot be so rapid."

"I'm glad we can understand each other." The King of Wakanda nodded with satisfaction, obviously quite satisfied with Salomon's compliment. "I think after this we can negotiate a new contract, and Wakanda won't want to lose a staunch ally like the Immortal City."

"Same is me." Salomon said sincerely, "Latovinia will definitely not accept the loss of Wakanda. In addition, I regret the attack. The cooperation between Immortal City and Wakanda on the African continent has always been pleasant. In that accident, several Immortal City staff were deeply hurt. I am very grateful for the medical assistance provided by Wakanda." Then there were a few unnutritious clichés, and both sides parted with satisfaction. Salomon took the

I don’t know where I took the paper and pen to pretend. I nodded and greeted Natasha Romanov and went to see the "his own" photographer. Although this was not planned, he still planned to continue the scene. Anyway, with the help of the illusion, his appearance was exactly the same as that unlucky reporter. After the members of the meeting expired, Techaka walked up to the podium to deliver an opening speech. Salomon found that Natasha was arranged to sit in the front row.

"When the stolen Wakanda vibrators were used to create terrible weapons, the people of Wakanda had to question whether this legacy was for the cause of justice. Some members of the friendly mission sent by Wakanda were killed in Nigeria, and our country has been silent for too long. But we will not be defeated by misfortune, and we will fight for the wonderful world we hope to join. Thanks to the Avengers for supporting our initiative and contributing to peace, the Wakanda are extremely proud."

Techara smiled all over his face, knowing what his father was going to say. Wakanda has been silent for too long, and it is time to show the real Wakanda to the world.

Helmut Zemo changed into a silicone mask that fits his face. Tens of thousands of tiny metal wires inside the mask imitated the characteristics of the target person according to the established procedures, including the height of cheekbones, forehead width, etc. Although the imitation was not very similar, he knew that the resolution of the camera on the upper right could not be seen much detail. After he was ready, he covered the lower half of his face with his collar, put on a hat and walked out of the car door. He parked the van for too long, so long that even the lazy security personnel would come over to ask, and he had to leave as soon as possible. After Helmut Zemo walked more than a hundred meters away, a terrified scream and loud scolding came from the rear. The intercom scattered around the square, which was wearing a walkie-talkie on the shoulders of the security personnel, scattered around the square, sounded a vague voice, and some people looked at his position.

However, before they could do anything, the rapidly expanding flames soared into the sky to tear everything in the explosion radius, swallowing everything in the square into its belly. The violent shock wave and heat were like a stumbled flame giant catching up with him, and Helmut Zemo was blown away by the sudden airflow. At this moment, time flowed in a very slow way. In a quick glance, he saw that the glass walls in the center of Vienna were shattered by the shock wave, the concrete building was charred, and the glass fragments in the sun fell on the granite slabs raised by the explosion like a pouring rain. He gasped and felt his lungs were filled with smoke, and the smell of roasted metal was everywhere. The exposed skin became dry and painful because of the burning flames and dazzling flash below the building.

He never expected that the explosives provided by the other party would be so powerful.

Natasha Romanov closed his eyes tightly, curled up his body and protected his head with his arms to avoid damage from the shock waves and glass fragments flying towards her. But the expected pain did not come, nor did she smell any of the burning explosives, nor could she hear the screams from others. She immediately recalled everything she had experienced before the shock waves of the explosion came - she felt as if she had sunk into the dark deep water, and the explosion was only happening on the distant water surface. After opening her eyes, she understood what was going on. A huge round shield made of orange-red sparks was withering, and there was nothing behind the shield. She hurriedly turned to see other participants. Like her, most of them subconsciously took self-protection measures when the explosion occurred, but none of them were harmed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Only one person unfortunately died, and King Tchaka of Wakanda. He is too close to the center of the explosion.

Almost everyone's eyes widened, because a giant in golden armor was standing between the podium and the audience, surrounded by the black smoke rising below and the reflection of glass fragments on the ground. The crimson cloak blew under the blowing of hot air rising below, as if hell was burning beside him. Even so, the light source blooming from him was still dazzling, and the smoke could not cover his extremely charming appearance. Many people present recognized him, or recognized this extremely gorgeous and powerful armor that only giants could wear. Salomon once gave a speech in Hungary in this outfit, which became one of his most eye-catching signs.

The Wakanda King Guard subconsciously raised his spear at him because he was the most threatening target in the venue, but Salomon didn't care about their actions, because their vibrating spears could not pierce his armor or even the invisible shield. Meanwhile, a giant golden aircraft spewed hot air flow and landed vertically near the International Center. The guards riding anti-gravity jets running out of the ramp board immediately clashed with armed security personnel outside the venue, and then five combat robots with numbers written on the iron-gravity armored shells were arranged on the periphery of the International Center to control all vehicles trying to enter and exit.

Several black and golden assault transport boats dived down and passed over the floor where the venue was located. Sisters wearing black and white power armor jumped down from the cabin and crashed into the venue with their carrying jet thrusters. Without orders, they blocked all passages that could enter and exit the venue as fast as possible. All those who tried to escape were driven back because sisters would really fire bullets at those who tried to escape instead of simply firing guns to warn them.

All participants heard only the deafening roar of the engine and the heavy, fast approaching footsteps like giant beasts. In addition, there were sporadic fire outside the door, loud noises like howitzers fired and continuous explosions, but the sounds quickly disappeared. These armed personnel of unknown origin quickly controlled the venue and surrounding areas, and all communications were cut off, and the Vienna International Center became an isolated island on land.
Chapter completed!