MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 196 Extraordinary "event"

  Chapter 196 Extraordinary "Grand Event"

  In Cairo, Egypt, apart from the royal city that Apocalypse collected earth, stone and steel out of thin air, the ruins of the desolate and dilapidated city are being cleaned up and rebuilt step by step with the help of the Egyptian government and the international community.

  Under this catastrophe, the citizens of Cairo, an ancient city, were killed and injured countless corpses, almost ghosts.

  The official extraordinary forces and organizations of various countries, as well as relatively lawful groups of hidden supernatural forces from all over the world, came to the Pyramid King City on time at the invitation of James Howlett.

  In addition to the garrisons of these supernatural organizations, the vast Wangcheng Square is also full of mutants and wealthy or powerful people with considerable energy, and even orderly people who have all the necessary conditions such as eating and living.

  No one will refuse to observe this unique super "event" in the history of human civilization. The world of supernatural forces that was half hidden is almost naked in front of all mankind.

   "Father, there are so many people here."

The clever-eyed little black boy wore checkered and striped tribal costumes, and walked to the outer circle of the central pyramid palace on Wakanda’s traditional leather lace-up shoes like his father T’Chaka. The crowd waiting in line here unexpectedly Extremely verbose.

  The boy tilted his head and looked at the man guarding the entrance. Although he was wearing a dark blue combat uniform and light armor, although it was not as magical as his father's black panther armor, it was still powerful and heroic enough.

   An executive officer of the "Whip of Order" saw that the person handed over the country's political and diplomatic documents, but there was no black "invitation card", frowning and muttering:

   "Wa, King of Wakanda, Black Panther T'Chaka? Where is Wakanda? Is there an invitation letter from the Howlett Group or the Whip of Order?"

  Black Panther T'Chaka swung the drooping cloak over his shoulders, cracked the corners of his mouth like an old farmer, his strong and burly body bent, and said in embarrassingly proficient American English with a smile:

   "Mr. Executive Officer, our Wakanda is a hidden country in Africa. It has inherited the power of the black panther guardian for thousands of years, and there is also a mysterious—"

   "Captain of the British Department of Supernatural Affairs, James John Braddock."

A loud and magnetic voice interrupted King T'Chaka's self-introduction. Captain Braddock with short brown-red hair was wearing a red-and-white striped uniform, followed by four team members with partial mutant characteristics, and beside him was holding a short-haired man with short black hair. Pretty little girl.

  He tilted his head, and the soldier behind him took out a piece of dark letterhead with an H-shaped emblem engraved on it, and solemnly handed it to the executive officer guarding the periphery.

   "Hehe, "Kingdom Sword" Captain Braddock, long time no see."

  The executive officer took the letter, glanced at it, and put it aside. It seems that he and this British official mutant and the strongest supernatural power organization have overlapped for a long time.

   "Yes, Executive Officer Simmons, I heard that His Excellency 'Magneto' personally took action this time, and found the legendary underwater kingdom, and even gave it to the Aquaman inside."

  The two exchanged a few brief greetings, but left T'Chaka aside.

  The son of the Black Panther King looks to be only six or seven years old, smaller than Braddock's daughter Psylocke.

  He looked timidly at the little girl with her chin raised proudly, as if she had finally realized that the atmosphere in the outside world was completely different from that in Wakanda.

   It was the first time he saw his father T'Chaka's flattering look, and T'Challa felt uncomfortable for some reason.

   Lingdie wore a small red and white uniform, stepped on leather boots, and had a delicate short knife pinned to his waist. He pulled his father's finger and urged him to go in quickly.

  She has been looking forward to seeing the gentleman who cut off the head up close, and it has been a long time.

"...For the first time in so many years, Mister issued such a solemn order, Your Excellency 'Magneto' will definitely go all out, hehe, there are many strange people and organizations inside, you will know when you go in, I am still busy. "

  The executive gave way to the official British extraordinary team, and finally turned his attention to T'Chaka, and said helplessly:

   "As you can see, it is either an official supernatural organization of a major country, or there are such invitations and diplomatic documents. This is not the United Nations, we can't use it, and those who are not qualified cannot enter."

  Simons explained in a business-like manner that in addition to the official organizations of various countries, extraordinary individuals who came actively and "passively" after being invited, this conference also has a large number of people and even countries that fish in troubled waters.

  Many small countries and some powerful companies hope to participate in this event.

  They are keenly aware that this so-called conference to forge and define the order of supernatural forces on this planet is more of a division of core power and status in the new era of mankind.

  Although many organizations do not meet the conditions to be invited for the time being, and to put it bluntly, they do not have any extraordinary power, but they still hold the mentality that as long as they get in, they can get in touch with this level to some extent, and squeeze their heads in.

   "The king of Wakanda, please make way, there is still—"

   Bang!

   T'Chaka suddenly leaned over and punched, and his fist penetrated deeply into the floor tiles paved with heavy stone slabs, almost reaching his elbow.

  A large cobweb-like trace of gravel spread, and even the "Kingdom Sword" who had walked more than ten meters away turned around and narrowed his eyes and pupils, staring at T'Chaka seriously.

   "Hey, do you think this is qualified"

  Hei Panther got up and put on that honest farmer's smile again, the gleam in his eyes flashed away, and he couldn't see the power of the punch just now.

   "Hey! Yes, at least at the level of a super soldier. It's strange. A character like you shouldn't be missed."

  Executive Simmons was stunned for two seconds, then waved his hand in surprise to let this strong man from a certain wild country enter.

  He shook his head, wondering about the "Whip of Order" and the missing Transcendent, and even came here on his own initiative!

   "Father, you are amazing! Haha, that man let us in immediately when he saw your casual punch."

  T'Chaka bowed and nodded, and led his son towards the dilapidated Pyramid Palace. He watched several magnificent palaces the size of a football field being destroyed as if they were cut in half, and responded with a long sigh:

   "T'Challa, do you know that this majestic palace was also destroyed by humans, do you still think that the power of the father is very strong?"

  The little boy's slender neck propped his big head up to the limit. He originally thought that this most gigantic pyramid palace hadn't been completed yet.

   No matter how bold this six or seven-year-old child is, he can't imagine that such destruction can be done by individual strength.

The black panther stopped in front of the huge stone gate at the entrance. He looked at the clusters of people gathered inside, as well as the vaguely unrecognizable image on the towering throne in the distance. He clenched his palms.

  "Mr. Howlett, hey, we meet again. Wakanda has let you come here twice, but now we don't deserve to be treated as a hidden danger by you, hey."

  T'Chaka's eyes widened and closed, hesitating a few times, and finally stepped in, hugged his son in his arms, and said in a very solemn and unusual voice:

"T'Challa, my son. You have to remember that we are solitary beasts without the protection of our nests. Be patient, patiently live and try our best to survive in this world that is more barbaric and naked than the jungle. As long as we live, everything... has hope!"

  Wow.

  Alex poured a basin of clear water on the head of Neptune Namor. Looking at his dry lips and pale complexion, he might not be able to last until the meeting started without adding some water.

  There was a creaking sound of metal tearing, and Eric waved his hand to unlock the solid steel column-like lock, releasing Namor McKenzie. He drenched in some water and looked more refreshed.

  Under the throne are the witch Agatha Harkness, several African shaman voodoo masters, several ancient vampire families in Europe, and some dark organizations that have captured some transformation technology, etc.

  The extraordinary people who were forcibly captured and sent here turned their heads and looked around strangely, not understanding why they suddenly released the restraining chains on their bodies.

  They secretly glanced at the well-known strong men who captured them, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in this hall became more solemn and dignified.

   "Shingen, have you seen the three giants of mutants, Captain Rogers who was famous in World War II, the red and blue devils, and the "Gatekeeper of Hades" Warden Barnes."

Pushed by his son Shingen in a special survival wheelchair, Yashida Ichiro murmured in the gathering corner of the Neon Country. He glanced at the blue-and-black hand with the "five fingers" on the other side, and shook his head with a sneer. speech.

   On the other side, a yellow-skinned old man with long gray hair stared intently at a man of medium build. The murderous aura gradually rising from the old man finally disturbed this man who had lived for thousands of years.

The ten rings on Wenwu's arms looked like five pairs of ordinary iron rings, loosely looped around his wrists. He raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at the old man and the tall figure beside him with a mask covering his eyebrows and a dragon mark on his chest. He nodded with a smile.

   "Master Lei Gong, who is that person?"

  A hoarse old male voice responded dully:

"Wen Wu. He was also known as 'Master Khan'. You foreigners called him 'Master Mandarin' when you invaded China nearly a century ago. In Kunlun's Iron Fist Book, you will never forget this man! "

Orson Randall, a Westerner who survived his mother's family crash in the Kunlun Mountains during childbirth, grew up in Kunlun and finally broke the history of Kunlun City, defeated the "Shou Lao", the heart of the dragon, and became the first Sixty-five Men of the Iron Fist.

  During World War I and II, this Iron Fist killed many teams of Japanese pirates exploring the Kunlun Mountains.

   "Master Lei Gong, you said this again. I grew up in Kunlun. Apart from this name and blood, I am still a foreigner. Is he the one who defeated Tian Beiming's iron fist master hundreds of years ago?"

   Kunlun City's Iron Fist Instructor Lei Gong is not tall, but he is extremely stocky, with broad shoulders like a millstone. He turned his head angrily, and said in a muffled voice:

"Hmph, give the supreme mage a face. After all, Kama Taj and Kunlun City are in the Himalayas, and they can be regarded as neighbors for generations. Let's see what this kid named Howlett has done. I'll find him after the meeting is over." This civil and military trouble. After thousands of years, he is still alive!"

   um.

   There was a trembling sound.

  James Howlett sat on the towering boulder, watching the last purple-red portal shrink and disappear, Asazo jumped out of it and nodded at him, finally got up and said softly:

   "Bring everything up."

   Finally, although Panpan arrived late, he still didn’t ask for leave. Today’s two chapters are here.

   The next day after zero o’clock, the first chapter will be released, and the second chapter is still being coded, so you don’t have to wait.

  (end of this chapter)