"Shit, you stinky girl, how dare you steal my helmet!"

After passing three interrogation points, Maya and Reed finally arrived at the b911 combat command center.

It was a huge square with a length and width of more than 100 meters and an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters. The lights inside were brilliant, as bright as day, and rows of long square tables were densely but neatly placed. The desktop computer monitors were all turned on.

Several staff members in military uniforms were either talking on the phone, typing on the keyboard, running back and forth delivering messages, or lying on the table writing and drawing...

Bolivar and a gray-haired general stood in front of a huge monitor more than ten meters long, accepting reports from everyone and issuing various orders in real time.

The busy and solemn atmosphere even affected President Maya, and he had the illusion of watching a Hollywood blockbuster.

However, she was soon brought back to reality by Bolivar's scolding. With a short body, she avoided the snatching of Bolivar (135cm) who was almost as tall as her. Maya protected "her" helmet and shouted:

"Bolivar, I can tell you that when I was in elementary school, I defeated a group of Avengers consisting of 17 or 17-year-old black boys by myself. If we were to fight one on one, I could kill 64 of you. Think about it first.

Then you decide whether to take action with me."

"Mr. Bolivar, wait a minute, wait a minute."

Reed hurriedly came over to pull the frame, and pressed Bolivar on top of his head, immediately pinning him there and unable to move.

Well, this action of the 186cm Reed really feels like bullying a child... But, Reed, well done, you are indeed a good buddy! The adults applauded and cheered in their hearts.

"Mr. Bolivar, Maya didn't steal your helmet, she just borrowed it. There may be psychics lurking in the dark on the attacker's side."

"Psychic powers, telepathy, mind control..."

Bolivar froze on the spot for a moment, just mumbling to himself.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Bolivar knocked off Reid's right hand that was pressing on his head, and shouted: "Wally, Wall-E, immediately call up the scene of the missile attack just now."

Soon, Maya and Reed also saw that the picture on the huge monitor hanging on the opposite wall quickly receded, from the sky full of black smoke and red fire to the moment when air-to-ground missiles were fired...

At that moment, the Hechao on the ground squatted, jumped and landed at the same time. Eighteen strong men formed a circle. At the same time, the men in black armor quickly landed on top of those Hechao.

"boom!"

After the violent explosion, eighteen people could be seen pointing one hand outward at the same time, and their untidy suits and sunglasses showed that the previous missile attack had no effect at all.

But Bolivar's face turned red with excitement, and he suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "It's psychic powers! The 19 people who attacked us outside were all controlled by psychic powers, so they could

The movements are consistent and flawless. A single nigger’s superpower is flawed, and they must cooperate with each other to complement each other... Send an order to immediately release the Death No. 5 missile on him, and at the same time..."

Speaking of this, Bolivar turned his head and took a deep look at President Maya, who had an innocent expression on his face. "At the same time, activate the mind shielding system of the command center and hang ten times the mind bomb to activate it at the same time. I don't believe it."

, there is a second Payne in this world!"

The Reaper 5 missile was not launched. In the square behind the Black Supermarket, the stone slab fell and a three-meter-long jet black cylinder as thick as a basin slowly stretched out.

"Buzz buzz..."

Seven consecutive light blue spherical arcs, centered on Death No. 5, spread out at extremely fast speeds.

In an instant, the 18 black men who were rummaging through the ruins of the Pentagon were paralyzed on the ground, and only the black-armored man in the sky staggered away and flew away.

"Oh yeah! It worked!"

The entire combat center burst into cheers.

Looking at the cheering and applauding American soldiers, Reed quietly shrank into a corner, touched Maya's arm, and asked in a low voice: "Did you do it on purpose, to remind Bolivar that the other party had psychic powers? Maya, what did you do?

Do you know?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

President Maya blinked her clear and bright eyes, her expression was innocent and a little confused.

Reed didn't speak, just stared at her.

"Okay, it's me!"

Maya spread her hands and said helplessly: "The movements of the black supers outside are too neat and a little stiff. I'm just guessing. If you succeed, you will be happy, and if you fail, there will be no loss."

"Really?" Reid was still a little doubtful.

Fake! Maya herself is also a veteran in using psychic powers. When she saw Hei Chao's appearance, she felt familiar.

"Shit, we're in big trouble!"

The sudden shout startled Maya. She looked up and saw a leopard-headed man in black leather walking slowly in the square outside the lawn. The leopard-headed man was holding a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

, take a closer look, but who is it if it’s not President Clinton?

"Oh my god, this is a black panther?!" Maya exclaimed, covering her mouth.

"Black Panther? The name is quite appropriate. Do you recognize it?" Reed asked again.

mmp, what's going on? I thought those black supers intercepting bullets looked a bit familiar before. Are they really vibranium suits? Wakanda has invaded the United States? President Maya's mind is really in chaos now.

"What now?" General Johnson asked in surprise.

Just now, Bolivar was about to order the opportunity to strangle the 18th black super. Suddenly, the manipulator behind it was blown out, and his own president also fell into his hands.

Now after hearing the general's question and looking at the gazes of hundreds of people around him, Bolivar wanted to say, "Let Clinton die. Anyway, in the United States, the president is the least valuable." However, after all, this is the national defense

Ministry instead of his Sentinel headquarters.

"Several people go up immediately and control those 18 niggas...shit, shit! Our Death God No. 5 has failed?"

Before Bolivar could finish his words, the 18 black supermen stood up again, like 18 small dismantling machines, and they began to destroy the remaining Pentagon buildings.

Maya stepped forward, observed for a while, and said: "Those black super, well, they are people wearing sunglasses and black suits. They are living people themselves, and the spiritual connection only makes their movements more coordinated. Of course, look at them smashing things around now

He looked so angry that I could make a rough guess."

"Oh, tell me." Bolivar said seriously.

Facing hundreds of tall and powerful American soldiers, Maya spoke with ease, "Those people are not mutants, and even their abilities are not their own, because it is difficult to find 18 people with similar physiques and exactly the same abilities.

Mutants. The most likely possibility is that they are all products of some experimental institution, and they are all failures."

"Shit, are the losers so strong? The U.S. Department of Defense was pinned to the ground and rubbed by a group of losers?" General Johnson didn't believe it.

Maya nodded, "It's a failure, just like the super serum during World War II. When they suddenly gained powerful power, their mental loopholes also expanded.

Look at their crazy looks, smashing the Pentagon with their fists?

Obviously, the guy who held the president hostage should be the one controlling them behind the scenes. He would not issue such a stupid order. All this happened because 18 Black Panthers lost control."
Chapter completed!