#1002 - Line up! (Today I will take a short break and update later)

“Before the Atlas Group came here, we were just a bunch of kids holding gold!”

“Yes, this land is our land, the people living here are our people, but before the Atlas Group came here, this was the most frequent war zone in the world, the most famine-stricken area, the most widespread plague area!”

During the meeting, a councilor lost control and jumped up in anger, but was quickly stopped by the Wakanda Royal Guards who rushed in—

But this is Africa!

If a person wants to rise to the top, the fastest way is to prove that he can kill people, and these people are no exception!

The councilor—or rather, the guy who had just been declared a criminal—coldly pulled out a pistol, and the prosthetic body decorated with precious gems instantly popped up, the muzzle aimed at Moss!

Bang!

But T'Challa moved faster: the Seianwistan was activated, he had already seen this guy, and the prosthetic body gave him the swift speed of a black panther, severing his throat before this traitor could pull the trigger.

This terrifying scene made the rest of the councilors even more horrified, looking in terror at the old King T'Chaka, at that old good man!

But T'Chaka had completely stood still in place, as if he had lost his ability to think.

“You haven't seen it, but I have!”

“I have seen people who have nothing to eat grab the dirt on the ground and swallow it mixed with weeds; I have seen babies who can't get milk drown in mud; I have seen hopeful workers wail in pain from radiation, their skin peeling off, blood flowing non-stop, in unbearable pain.”

“Is this the 'nation' you speak of?!”

“Our people kill each other with the sponsorship of those damned Roxxon ghosts, struggling in hunger, desperately and painfully waiting for death in the plague—”

“In the end, we still have to beg them to mine our land, plunder our resources, treat our people as disposable tools, and throw them into the trash can without dignity after they are used up.”

“They are all war criminals! Don't think I don't know that some of you are also such mongrels!”

In the chaotic parliament, the Wakanda Guards rushed in in unison, each holding a gun, and some of them were directly tied to the muzzle to face death!

“Line up!”

Some councilors and officials screamed: “Your Majesty, you can't just watch him like this...”

Bang!

Blood splattered!

T'Challa walked to his father, he had already put on his combat helmet, a combat helmet in the shape of a black panther's head.

Looking at this thing that mixed tribal totems and high technology, T'Chaka didn't know what to say.

In the end, he patted T'Challa on the shoulder, took off a ring from his hand, and placed it in his son's palm.

Moss slammed his heavy metal iron hand on the table, looking at his trembling colleagues, his scarlet prosthetic eyes seemed to be probing their souls:

“It's Leer, it's the Atlas Group, it's all those who were willing to give up prosperous New York at that critical moment and come to this treacherous land to help a group of black ghosts who don't know if there is a future.”

“I will never betray my friends, lovers, parents, children... I will never forget that our friends came here from across the ocean, and I will never betray allies when they need me.”

“If you want to be beasts, your only ending is to be slaughtered like livestock.”

Thud.

Corpses fell to the ground one by one, and blood soaked the floor.

Several soldiers from the Atlas Group walked in and started washing the floor: they were not good at participating in killings, but they were very good at keeping the inside and outside of the venue clean.

This off-site range is very, very wide, and the same thing happens in many places, not just Wakanda, just more hidden.

This is a coup, without a doubt, but Moss has begun to persuade the rest of the people.

“And now, every one of our people can have enough to eat, and every one of them can enjoy advanced medical security. I may not be able to guarantee that they will come back alive, but I guarantee them that every swing of their hammer, every charge, every drop of sweat will benefit future generations—”

“Our land will be more prosperous, our cities will be rejuvenated, and our future will be in our hands!”

“But we want to win a war, not betray our future, let alone kneel for a future!”

The terrifying atmosphere of the massacre has been gradually reduced, and the bloody smell in the air permeated the throats of the councilors, further reminding them:

Yes, this is a war.

“Light the fire! Open all the furnaces!”

In the huge mine, the foreman began to change the shift schedule on the LED:

They are at war, and their enemy is the never-resting robot.

“Our warriors are already on the road, our factories will start immediately, for our homeland, for our descendants, and even more for ourselves!”

Somali naval base, the entire military base is carrying out pre-war preparations—

Prosthetic bodies are full of energy, holding big guns in their hands, exoskeletons connected.

Then write a will.

Abdi closed his diary, which contained his will.

Frank looked at the sea through the window: the mighty Somali Navy was approaching the northern theater.

This operation is unprecedented, it is a real all-or-nothing gamble. All the soldiers that can be mobilized in the military base have been pulled out, which is a very illogical military command mobilization.

But those “old-fashioned” theories do not have super robots that can replicate themselves.

“. Frank, I'm very sorry that you have to be with us, but we will win, and you will be reunited with your family.”

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Frank glanced at Abdi when he heard this—this kid was more than a round younger than him.

Should I say that one side of the water and soil raises one side of the people? After spending a year together, he felt that this African child was quite mature.

“There's nothing to be sorry about.” Frank shrugged. “I really want to go home, but I also want to win this war.”

“You want to win this war? Is there still a war you want to lose?”

Frank smiled and recalled the past: “Actually, you know, we used to sell our lives to the US Department of Defense, first fighting a bunch of guys who couldn't even get enough to eat in Vietnam, and then robbing civilians in the Middle East...

The CIA used the corpses of their civilians to smuggle drugs, but I deceived myself that I was just following orders, and later almost killed my wife and children because of this.

Looking back now, every war I fought for the US Department of Defense in the past, I sincerely wanted them to lose.”

“But if you thought that way at the time, you wouldn't be able to stand here now.”

“That's why I want to win this war: the people I killed can't come back to life, but... the only thing I know how to do can still do something good.

Since joining the Atlas Group, I have this idea every day: it's amazing, I actually fell in love with the job of fighting.”

“Maybe this is the original meaning of weapons.” Abdi said seriously, “Danger exists objectively in this world. We use weapons to eliminate danger, not to eliminate dissidents.”

“You're right... I just hope God can let me... be reunited with my family for this sake.”

“Are you a Christian?”

“No.” Frank shook his head. “It's just that at this time, I always want to find something to believe in.”

“Ah—I see, there is an ancient saying in the mysterious East: people are watching what they do.”

“I don't feel like that's what it means—”

Before he could finish speaking, an anomaly appeared in the sky, and the observer with visual enhancement began to roar on the ship's broadcast:

“It's a robot! We've entered the alert zone!”

“Grab your weapons...”

“Fuck them!!!”