Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 146 I heard you know Wakanda?

Although a bit chaotic, Ulysses and Cherkov still escaped from this box under the protection of their remaining subordinates, and even though Cherkov was shot in the wrist, he still did not forget to let his subordinates drop the gun on the ground despite the pain. Take the small bag on the ground, which shows the preciousness of the things inside.

"I'll report to Rohr when I get back! You damn guy, you can't even guarantee the safety of the trading place!" With the support of his subordinates, Cherkov yelled at Ulysses while retreating to the elevator.

Ulysses is obviously not a mild-tempered person. He hasn't figured out the situation himself. Only two designated people, that is, he and one of the other party, know the place of each transaction. For the sake of confidentiality and safety, He didn't even inform his subordinates. He was sure that he hadn't leaked the secret when something happened today, but now the other party wanted to put the blame on him?

"Fuck you, Cherkov, if it was me who leaked the secret, I would voluntarily screw my head off and give you a kick! Is it any good for me to trade this kind of thing? I'm f*cking waiting to continue to fight Others are doing business, stop talking nonsense, let's go, I don't want to be shot by snipers!"

The two of them and their subordinates packed up the two elevators on this floor. On the way down, they met someone who pressed the elevator and threw the person who was about to come in without any explanation. It didn't take long before they went down to the second floor. However, they did not continue to take the elevator to the first floor in a tacit understanding, but left a few of their men in the elevator, and then took the rest out of the elevator and ran to the stairwell.

"Don't go in front of the door or the underground garage. It's too dangerous now. Few people know about the back door of this hotel, and the location is very remote. I left the car there. You go with us first, and let your men go down and prepare for it. Draw away those outside!"

Ulysses was panting as he went downstairs. Cherkov didn't bother arguing with him at this time, and followed his footsteps while clutching his bleeding wrist. Several people walked out from the remote stairway. Passed through the lobby on the first floor of the hotel and quickly ran to the kitchen. Everything went well.

Regardless of the astonishment of the staff in the kitchen, Ulysses' men pushed open a small iron door in the corner of the kitchen, then took out their pistols and rushed out. Behind the kitchen was a dilapidated alley, and there were two vehicles parked outside the alley. Bentley sedan, outside the front one, a driver was leaning against the door and smoking a cigarette lazily, but seeing the crowd rushing out in a panic, he knew something was wrong, so he opened the door vigilantly, and then Quickly started the car.

"call!"

Ulysses took a long breath of relief and swallowed a mouthful of saliva after he sat in the back seat of the car. Under Cherkov's urging, the driver stepped on the accelerator and left quickly. The car in which the two men were sitting also followed.

"Hahahahahaha!" After a long silence, suddenly, Ulysses' wild laughter erupted in the car, and tears could be vaguely seen from the corners of his eyes, but Cherkov seemed to be surprised, he knew This habit of Ulysses, every time he experienced a great stimulus, he would become emotionally extreme and moody, and just cursed secretly: Damn madman.

He took out a first-aid kit from the car, tremblingly took out the hemostatic spray and a clean bandage, and began to bandage the wound. Looking at the somewhat hideous penetrating blood hole on his wrist, he was in pain. At the same time, I feel very grateful.

Fortunately, the other party used a penetrating small-caliber sniper rifle. If a large-caliber sniper rifle was aimed at his wrist today, his entire arm might be blown into blood mist when he was shot!Even worse, the bullet tore through his waist after smashing his arm.

After finally stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wound with pain, Cherkov was already sweating profusely, and his face was abnormally pale. When he saw that the car was driving smoothly onto the street, he let go of all vigilance in his heart. After a while, my brain felt a little drowsy, and I was about to fall asleep when my eyelids sank.

"The Fifth Avenue they took seemed to be going out of the city. If they were going to the city, they should turn not far ahead and go to Rose Street, but now it seems that they have no such plan."

At the alley at the back entrance of the Cherry Hotel, Remy put down the magazine in his hand, walked out slowly from the newsstand, looked at the place where Ulysses and others left on the street for a while, and then said into the headset.

"sure?"

Remy sneered when he heard the words, "Don't forget, I've been wandering the streets of New Orleans since I was a child, and I can draw you a road map of the entire city with my eyes closed."

"Very good." The roar of the motorcycle and Bruce's quick words came from the other side of the headset: "We will meet up outside the city later." After that, the headset suddenly disconnected, leaving only a rustling sound of electricity.

Remy shrugged, and then waved to stop a taxi, "I want you to take me to the southern suburbs of New Orleans as quickly as possible. If you can satisfy me, then these are yours." The taxi driver looked Looking at the stack of banknotes that Remy took out from his arms, there was a flash of heat in his eyes, and then he quickly started the engine, "Sit down! New Orleans Schumacher is at your service, sir."

Ulysses rubbed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, gradually stopped laughing, and the intense excitement in his brain subsided a lot. He touched the suitcase he carried into the car, opened it again, and found that it was like a piece of The banknotes, as thick as bricks, gave him great peace of mind.

"Hurry up, we're leaving this damned place tonight, it looks like someone here has got our idea, damned sniper, damned New Orleans!" Ulysses urged the driver impatiently, he Now I just want to fly back to New York as soon as possible. In the bustling Manhattan, no organization, no matter how powerful, would dare to attack him easily. After all, no one in this world dares to blatantly slap an American in the face.

And he has also made up his mind that he will never come out for transactions easily in the future. No matter how large the transaction amount is, it is not as important as his personal safety. As long as he guards his processing plant, there will be people in this world crazy Give him money, who makes the outside world think that only he has that kind of "treasure"?

After a few more minutes, they finally drove away from the city completely and took the highway leading to the port. Cherkov had already fallen asleep completely. Ulysses glanced at him and thought about what to do with him. Will there be a "protection fee" after bringing it back to New York?As soon as this thought came to him, a violent shock behind him pushed him forward, his head hit the back of the seat in front of him hard, and at the same time a scream sounded beside him.

Resisting the feeling of dizziness, he looked subconsciously, only to see that Cherkov was also suddenly awakened from his lethargy by the shock, and his head was slammed against the car window, scarlet blood slipped from the window, Ulysses Shaking his head and looking out of the car, he realized that the car they were driving on the road had changed direction in that shock, completely crossed the body, and stopped quietly in the middle of the road at the moment, but because the sound insulation inside the car was too loud Well, he didn't hear anything behind him either.

"Could it be a car accident?" A thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and when he turned his head to look, he found a scene that nearly knocked him out of his wits.

The Bentley car that was originally following them and filled with their subordinates has turned into a huge fireball. Everyone on it is dead or alive. Laughing at his panicked expression at the moment, the highway is full of black scorched metal and scattered flames, and in the black smoke, a man wearing a yellow-blue full-body uniform with a sniper rifle on his back, holding a sniper rifle in his hand A figure with a grenade launcher is slowly walking towards them!
"I heard, do you know Wakanda?"

After brutally smashing the bulletproof car window with his elbow, tearing the car door apart and throwing it away, the devil-like figure reached out and grabbed Ulysses by the neck, and pulled him closer. trembling.

"It just so happens that I am very interested in this country and all the goods in your hands."

After being hypoxic, Ulysses vaguely heard what the other party said, and then felt a pain in the back of his head and lost all consciousness.

(End of this chapter)