Salomon walked towards the grief Techara, expressionless, completely ignoring the Wakanda King Guard surrounding him. The sisters followed closely behind and pointed the gun at the King Guard. If the King Guard really made a move that threatened the monarch, the girls carrying fusion weapons would pull the trigger without hesitation, use the high-temperature shock wave of nuclear fusion to clean up everything, and vaporize the Wakanda King Guard and the future king. This temperature cannot be withstood even the vibrator. It cannot be said that they accidentally carried these bulky anti-armor equipment. It can only be said that this was intentional targeting-when the bomb was detonated, Victoria Hand had already started to make sure that the entire plan could run smoothly and achieve the results he wanted.

"I have called on the security team that stayed in the track and asked me to use a vehicle to bring the king back to Wakanda. I will control the scene next, and you will go back to take the throne." Salomon nodded to the King's Guard, leaving them space to take the prince and the king away from here. He stood on the broken podium and suddenly raised his voice. "Others, sit down!"

The venue, which was already a little noisy, suddenly became quiet. Everyone couldn't help but sit in their original position according to his words. Even the political politicians who were trying to escape were forced to be pressed into their seats by unknown forces. "Until everyone got rid of suspicion, everyone could not leave. I really don't want to see this happen. King Techaka of Wakanda originally wanted to give you a gift, but your malice rejected it. After King Techaka of Wakanda gave a speech, Latovigna, as a loyal ally, would also give you a different gift, but unfortunately, you missed the sweet candy, and you prove that you are only worthy of accepting malice. If you have followed the list of gifts mentioned by the Regent of Latovigna, you will know what you are going to get."

He raised his hand, and in a flash the broken glass returned to its original place, and the entire conference hall was intact.

Salomon asked the sisters to help the King's Guard carry the remains, and he also brought a dark red linen to wrap it up. Hammurabi stood beside him with a military flag, and the giant sword in his hand was ready to fire, because according to what he learned, the armed forces of Austria were coming quickly. Then another loud bang, a white news helicopter was shot down by a fortress-type combat robot and fell near the complex, with twisted charred aluminum alloy lying on the side of the road with burning armored vehicles.

In the blink of an eye, this place became a war zone. Any attempt to cross the blockade line would encounter the most fierce counterattack. Now this area is a no-fly zone in the realistic sense, and no aircraft without permission cannot pass. This is the security force arranged by Constantine for the monarch, which can completely destroy an area in a short period of time. This is the situation where the assault transportation does not launch missiles and the subsequent troops are still on standby. This security team has always carried weapons of mass destruction, and the failure to use these weapons is entirely because of Salomon's kindness.

A politician who looks European mustered up his courage to stand up and object, and said bluntly that Salomon was Nazi, who claimed that Latovigna was carrying out terrorism and genocide because the Latovigna flag was an eagle. But Salomon did not care about such idiots, and would only understand the lower limit of human IQ. A sisters-assault team captain next to him was very surprised why someone was so stupid, and then shot the seat happily without any reminder, blowing the chair to pieces.

Salomon did not like to stand on Latovinia at all and wanted to slander Latovinia's famous politicians. When he browsed the list of participants, he found that there were many such people. They thought that sitting in a magnificent building created by human wisdom represented civilization. However, Salomon told them with facts that the world was always a jungle, and the politician who fell on the ground like a bloody pig was enough to shock everyone. Salomon didn't care about the so-called international influence at all. The biggest mistake of Wakanda King Techaka was to please a group of people who could not please. Salomon would rather deal with the Italian mafia than negotiate with politicians.

The reason why he was able to gain the love of the lower class was not because of power, but because of the care from the heart. In his eyes, those people were far more principled and friendly than politicians holding great power, even the mafia. But these people in front of him, especially those who have deep alliances with the military-industrial complex, had no principles. He waved his hand impatiently and asked Tita to pick out a few people and throw them out. These people would not give up the benefits they received in any case, and Salomon's kind words of persuasion and threats could not work for them.

"You know who I am, you have heard my speech in Hungary, but your biggest misunderstanding is to regard me as a politician who came to power through elections, and think that like you, I am a liar who lured votes by provoking public opinion, received political donations, behind-the-scenes transactions and political business revolving doors. No, I rely on swords and guns, just like the survival rules of this universe, the survival of the jungle, and I realized this when I wandered around the galaxy. You don't have to think about the morality and law to restrain me, don't think about the rules you set for as a family-made family.

There is any binding force, because the only thing that can restrain me is the existence of the human race, only this one, and this bottom line is being trampled." Salomon glanced at everyone in front of him, looking down at them condescendingly, as if he could penetrate their eyes and see through their hearts. He put his hand wearing giant claws on the podium he helped up, leaning over slightly, as if to remind everyone who is in charge of their life and death. Every participant felt that a castle built on a rock was leaning towards him, and no one could ignore this suffocating feeling.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "When I wandered around the Galaxy, I heard the name of the master of the alien fleet. Its goal is to massacre half of the population of the entire universe. I have the ability to kill that cosmic tyrant independently, and I also have the ability to teleport to every person who opposes me to kill, but in this way, humans still cannot fight against the fleets throughout the solar system. I don't know if you think that the Avengers can rest assured if they defeat the invading alien fleet in New York. I think that the alien fleet is just like this, but

The Zitaris faced by the Battle of New York is just a small reconnaissance team, one of the components of that fleet. When the alien fleet filled with the solar system really arrives, you will find that there are more enemies than bullets, which is not a problem that your political game can solve. For so many years, a group of unknown people have sacrificed themselves for you to survive. All they have received is your stupid behavior that forces humans into desperate situations. You are like drunkards holding the keys of the school bus, carrying the future of the human race without looking back."

Perhaps it was the relationship of unknown forces that everyone present could feel the anger hidden under his words. This anger seemed to break through the curtain of reality and illusion. The temperature in the conference room where the glass wall was broken suddenly rose, and many people were sweating profusely, like a naughty student who was reprimanded by teachers when they were students. But the reality was that neither the Sisters nor the Imperial Guards could detect the temperature change. He stood at an absolute high position, and it was indeed true. He had the ability to clear all those who opposed him at a fixed point. No one could bear this kind of harm, just as no one could withstand Asgard's troops.

Salomon reached out and took out a blood-stained hat from the trunk carried by the Golden Armored Guard. Meanwhile, the Sisters distributed a stack of data boards to the attendees. This was the established procedure, and everyone got a copy, including the politician lying on the ground.

At the same time, the projection device was playing the content, and Salomon occasionally explained one or two of them until a photo appeared.

"The owner of the hat, Frank Craig Pandoff, commander of the US Navy's Sixth Fleet, has confessed a lot of confidential information. You will get all his confessions, including the CIA's support for the smuggling trade in Eastern Europe, the U.S. Army's human experiments in Eastern Europe, etc. In addition, there are also the intelligence obtained by Latovia from the aircraft carrier of the US Navy's Sixth Fleet, the intelligence obtained by Latovia from US military satellites and the CIA agents captured by the CIA. Everyone present will get the corresponding language version, and you will be the clearest and most important.
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