American comics: To become a god at the beginning, I choose to practice both science and magic

Wakanda border, jungle.

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, with black camouflage paint on his eyelids, was lying in the grass with a mask on his face, like a dead object.

In front of him was a Barrett M82 sniper rifle. His right eye was resting on the scope, following the target in the distance.

He had an earphone in his ear, and a voice was coming out at this time.

"Mr. Ward, I heard a very interesting news recently, from America..."

In the distance, two men were talking at the intersection of two jeeps.

It was one of the men who said the above sentence. He was about 30 or 40 years old, with a face full of flesh, a mouthful of rotten teeth, and an unbearable tone when he spoke.

Opposite him was a young-looking man with a cold expression, as if he had not noticed the other person's unpleasant breath at all. He just said calmly:

"Crow, no matter what happened in America, it should not affect our transaction this time. I remember that you only care about money."

The man with rotten teeth grinned, his eyes revealing a bit of cunning.

The man's name was Ulysses Krow, a famous vibranium dealer in the black market.

As a half-arms dealer, Krow was very sensitive to all changes in the world.

He knew who the young man in front of him was, Grant Ward, a level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Usually, big customers like this were big figures that Krow absolutely did not want to provoke, nor could he afford to provoke, because they were backed by the most influential and powerful country in the world.

But now it is different. He received the news that SHIELD has collapsed in the United States, and even Nick Fury, the head of SHIELD, has fled for fear of crime.

SHIELD is now a rat crossing the street, and everyone is shouting and beating it.

The fall of his backer has caused a huge change in Grant Ward's current identity. He is no longer an official identity, but an international criminal like Klaue.

Since his identity has changed, the way of doing business must also change.

"Mr. Ward, in view of the current changes in the situation, I think the price we discussed before... is a bit inappropriate, what do you think?"

Klaue smiled and didn't talk too much nonsense, and went straight to the point.

"You want to raise the price?" Grant Ward frowned, knowing that the other party was looking at his backer's fall and was ready to add insult to injury.

However, considering the current situation of the organization, Grant could only suppress his inner dissatisfaction and asked coldly: "How much do you want to increase?"

Crow stretched out two fingers, but did not speak.

"20%?"

"It's twice!" Crow is indeed a black-hearted businessman. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said a price that shocked Grant Ward.

He clenched his fists and his face was tense: "Crow, this price is unreasonable!"

Of course it is unreasonable. According to the price on the black market, the normal selling price of vibranium is only 10% more than the price they agreed at the beginning.

IfClaw just wanted to ask for 20% more on the previous basis. Although it was 10% higher than the black market price, it was still acceptable. If it was twice as high, it would be taking advantage of them. We must not set such a bad example!

However, as soon as Grant finished speaking, Claw started to complain.

"Unreasonable? What's unreasonable?"

He complained like the one who really suffered a loss: "In the past, when I traded with you, I always lowered the price. Every time I traded with you, I would lose 10% of the profit. Do you know how much money I have lost from you over the years?"

"That's your business and them. It has nothing to do with our transaction this time!"

"Of course it has something to do with it. Although you always use the name of C.I.A., I know that you are actually from S.H.I.E.L.D., so of course you have to pay this debt."

Grant Ward really wanted to kill the greedy bastard in front of him. The other party was clearly bullying him. Now that his backer had fallen, he was ready to make up for the debt he owed to S.H.I.E.L.D. from him in one go.

Fuck! This guy treated him like a soft persimmon!

Grant's face, which was originally quite handsome, now turned gloomy. He squinted his eyes and didn't speak. There was a moment of silence at the scene.

Crow seemed to sense the murderous intent of the other party, and the playful expression on his face slowly subsided.

He sneered: "Mr. Ward, are you thinking about how to kill me?"

Just as Crow finished speaking, a tattooed black man suddenly got off his jeep. He carried a rifle and walked to Crow's side.

"Crow, are you okay?"

As he said this, the black man looked at Ward wantonly. Although he was smiling, he was also murderous.

Seeing the attitude of this black man, the people on Grant's side seemed to be a little moved, and a fight was about to break out.

At this time, Grant calmed down, raised his hand, and asked his men behind him to put away their guns.

The most important thing now is to get the vibranium, not to fight with the other party.

The organization is in a difficult situation now. After the collapse of S.H.I.E.L.D., Alexander Pierce was also liquidated, and Zola disappeared. Hydra is now leaderless.

He can't waste precious manpower on Klaue, a scum. He is also ready to learn from his predecessors and take Hydra back to hide.

Cut off one head, and two more will grow. Hydra is rooted in human nature. As long as humans survive, Hydra will not die. Even people like Nick will be used by Hydra unknowingly.

Hydra is not as simple as most people think. Captain America can't make everyone in the world like him and always make the right choice.

"Okay, just as you said, twice, but I hope this is the last time you ask for a big price, Ulysses Klaue."

Grant looked at Klaue coldly, and then turned his attention to the black man beside him.

"And you, Eric Killmonger, I wonder if Claw knows your true identity?”

The black man’s expression froze, and he heard the threat in the other’s words.

Crow looked at Eric beside him suspiciously. He had investigated this black man a long time ago and knew that he had escaped from the United States to avoid being hunted down. He was originally a special forces soldier, famous for killing people.

Why does it sound like there is something else about the other party’s life experience now?

His eyes flashed, and he wanted to inquire, but Eric was not completely his subordinate, but more like a partner. Author, so Crow couldn't ask in person here, he could only think of a way later.

Of course, he also knew that Grant was deliberately trying to sow discord, but so what.

If Eric's true identity was questionable, then who could guarantee that the other party didn't approach him for other purposes?

Crow narrowed his eyes, and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks took shape in his mind, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Let's put this aside for now, then Mr. Ward, do you accept this deal?"[]

Grant didn't say anything, just asked someone to pay the bill.

Soon, Crow received a text message saying that the money had arrived, and the series of zeros on it made him feel happy.

"Mr. Ward is really straightforward! According to the old rules, the goods will be delivered to the old place within 24 hours..."

Just as he was speaking, a gunshot suddenly interrupted Crow's words.

Grant lay down as if by reflex, and then he had time to look back, and then he found that one of his team members had been shot in the head.

"Sniper! ! Five!" .