Marvel – Immortal Path

Africa coast, ship dismantling site.

At this time, it was the ebb tide, and dozens of ruined ships were moored on the dry shore. The red light emitted by the setting sun shrouded the ship, making it like the dying Titan in the myth.

Most of these ships are freighters, and they are in disrepair and can't find the next home. As a result, they have to face the fate of being dismantled.

Of course, among these ships, one is special.

The huge freighter Churchill, which belongs to the United Kingdom, has a very glorious history. It used to carry steel through the Red Sea Strait, and was loaded with oil drums across the coast of the Cape of Good Hope, covering the sky with wind and rain, and Thunderbolt. Thunderstorms and raging waves have witnessed the vicissitudes of the Churchill for decades.

Now, even if it is old and moored on the ship dismantling field, the Churchill still glows with life force.

Hundreds of black employees wearing dirty shirts are standing inside the ship, which is not too spacious, working busy.

They either use mechanical booms or go shirtless, carrying rows of short-range missiles, military radar parts, automatic rifles, grenades, and individual rocket launchers, and seal them in wooden boxes. And put rivets on the outside of the box and put them in the container together.

These containers containing military items will be sent to all parts of the world, from self-reliant guerrilla organizations in South Asia, to drug lordship in South America, from warlords in the melee area of ​​Africa, to Europe The mafia in the region, the whole world is full of arms buyers.

The strong smell of sweat is fermenting inside Churchill’s ship. Under the dim light, those sweaty African employees are almost fuse together with the environment, if it weren’t for the color of their second-hand shirts. To be conspicuous, I am afraid that it will really cause a production accident because you can't see people.

One hundred thousand, one million, ten million, and even hundreds of millions of dollars worth of arms flowed from the Churchill ship to all parts of the world, but these were not even the most valuable wealth on the Churchill ship.

On the second floor of Churchill, some metal is placed in the safe surrounded by the huge vault door.

Vibranium, also known as Vibranium and Nirvana steel, is one of the most scarce and special metal materials on Earth.

The reason why it is special is that Vibranium's special molecular structure gives it an incomparable strong attribute, and it can also directly absorb heat and kinetic energy and store it in the metal structure.

More than that, the energy-absorbing Vibranium is like a spring full of power, which can bounce the energy out at any time-Captain America's Shield is doped with a small amount of Vibranium during the casting process.

These peculiarities have made Vibranium an ideal special metal, which has attracted the attention of major organizations, and it has also gained sky-high prices on the black market.

And its scarcity is due to the fact that Vibranium produces very little each year. Even the giant state machine of the five constant level can only be used for small-scale research by top laboratories. It is basically impossible to use Vibranium. Proceed to mass production of weapons.

The demand for Vibranium produces huge economic benefits, and huge economic benefits, like bloody meat, always arouse those wealth hounds who write "adventurer" and pronounce "mercenary".

Ulysses Klaue is such a mercenary. It is more appropriate to call him a "hyena" rather than a wealth hound.

In the face of wealth and greed, the weak and brutality, and the timid and humble face of the powerhouse, his blood vessels are tumbling with blood called "crazy".

For Ulysses Klaue, the tropical rainforest where bloodthirsty flies fly endlessly and anaconda crocodiles lurking in the dark is better than the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel; lions and cheetahs strolling in the courtyard, giant elephants and wildebeests are in groups Primordial wilderness is better than the most expensive strip club in New York City.

He is the owner of the Churchill and the owner of the Vibranium in the vault.

"The arms dealers raised by the big countries of the world, the independent warlords in remote and backward areas, and the multinational security companies in wild ambition all like to cooperate with me, do you know why this is?"

Ulysses Klaue, sitting in a narrow working room, holding a sharp Swiss army knife, carve the wood carving in his hand, and put his feet in dirty army boots on the desk lazily, facing the table An Einstein doll with a big head is talking with each other.

He is a middle-aged man who is not tall and mighty, and Ulysses is shorter and thinner than the mercenary under his hands.

He has a square face full of flesh, the shallow full beard is gray and black, the untidy yellowed teeth, the dirty shirt, and the forehead and cheeks The scars of old age are hideous, and they look particularly annoying.

"Tell me, do you know why?"

Ulysses pointed at Einstein's big doll with the blade of a Swiss army knife, who continued to shake his head unconsciously. Make a regular sound of Cracking Cracking.

The workplace is filled with unexplainable strange smells, oil, sweat, and body odors are mixed together. With the dull air and high temperature, the entire workplace is like a football player who has not been washed for three days. Like greasy wet socks.

"Because I am a qualified businessman, whoever bids high, I will serve him, fair, just, open, childlike, and affordable..."

Ulysses muttered to himself. He slammed the half-engraved humanoid statue on the table, bounced from behind the desk, and took out a pistol from under his buttocks at extremely fast speed and aimed it at Closed the door of the workshop.

The clock ticked, ticked, and passed by. Ulysses moved his body backwards very slowly, using the corner of his eye to try to see the outside through the crack of the door.

Thanks to the extremely thin thickness of the bulletproof glass in the workshop, Ulysses can hear the noise outside.

The noisy Africa dialect, the turbid and unclear, weird intonation English, and the loud shouting and shouting all explained to Ulysses that everything was normal inside the Churchill freighter.

"There is...what's wrong."

This mercenary scratched the back of his neck, his slightly flat eyes twirled around, his dirty shirt was already covered with sweat Flooded.

The fear of the unknown grabbed his heart-this actually made him even more excited.

Squeak...

The door of the workshop opened suddenly, Ulysses subconsciously muzzled down, and fired several shots at the door frame-no matter what stands outside the door The opponent should kneel to the ground at this time, holding the shot kneecap and screaming.

However, there was no scream in my ears. The bullets passing through the door panel seemed to be missing, leaving only three black holes.

"It’s not a good habit to shoot as soon as we meet, Mr. Crowe."

Mutants from Africa, a female African-American who once belonged to X-Men and code-named "Storm" Lolo Monroe, standing outside the door of the workshop, before the bullets shot by Ulysses touched her body, she was torn into pieces by the ubiquitous thundernet, and fell on the iron floor, sending out the crispness of ding ding dong dong sound,.

"My Boss wants to see you," Storm glanced at Ulysses slowly and expressionlessly. The smell of the mercenary in front of her made her frown, "I suggest you, the most I'll spray some perfume on oneself."

"Your Boss..." Ulysses narrowed his eyes.