Laura's Beautiful Journey

Faced with Laura's slightly provocative behavior, Nagia stood silently in front of T'Challa, turned her hands behind her back and held the two ring-shaped decorations on her back, which were actually exclusive to her. arms.

"Please step aside, Miss Crawford, I need to deal with this thief Ulysses Crow!"

T'Challa stretched out his hand to pull Nakia away from him, and faced Laura who was standing at the door with her arms crossed.

"It seems that all the information about the Holy Trinity is true. There is indeed something unusual about Wakanda."

Laura didn’t care at all about the power he showed, but instead started teasing:

"Auroro, are your eyelids cramped? And Mr. T'Challa, do you still wear your suit when you go out with your girlfriend? What if you suddenly want to do something? This thing is easy to take off. What?"

As soon as these words came out, T'Challa froze on the spot, and Nakia beside him quickly turned around and stared at the tight-fitting black clothes exposed by his loose collar with surprised eyes.

Ororo's brain was a little down, what should she do? What to do? What should I take off? What is she saying? Why can't I understand?

Invisibly, the tense atmosphere in the room dissipated a lot, and Laura adjusted the light screen again and said calmly:

"Besides, why are you so anxious? Even if you really want to find someone, do you know where this Ulysses Crow is?"

Although T'Challa at this stage had taken the heart-shaped grass and put on the battle suit to take over the responsibilities of the Black Panther from his father, he had not yet experienced the beatings of society and his temper was a bit impulsive, unlike ordinary young people. Not much difference.

"Sorry, I was impulsive."

After retracting the claws that popped out of his hands, he extended his right hand to Laura again.

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is T'Challa, the current guardian of Wakanda - Black Panther."

"Hello, nice to meet you, Mr. T'Challa."

Laura smiled and shook his hand.

"My name is Nakia, a former member of the Wakanda Palace Guard."

"Hello."

She also shook hands with her, during which Laura winked at the troubled Oloro and brought the topic back to the right direction:

"According to my analysis, Albert and his team are not going to pick up any supply team at all. What they need is a guide, which is Ulysses Crow."

With a few swipes on the light screen, a surveillance picture from a bird's eye view appeared in front of several people.

At this time, Albert and his party, who did not know that they had been under high-definition surveillance, were still rushing to their destination.

"How long until we arrive?"

Due to the huge noise generated by the helicopter flying, Albert could only communicate with his team members by shouting even with a communication headset.

"Fifteen minutes left!"

The subordinate turned his head and glanced at the cockpit, then gestured and replied.

In the desert about 60 kilometers away from them, a six-wheeled transport vehicle got stuck in the soft sand. The driver stepped on the accelerator in front and at the same time, there was a burly man nearly three meters tall pushing hard from behind.

"Hey! Guys, don't bother, haven't you noticed that you're getting deeper and deeper?"

"No! You agreed to give me three hundred dollars to push it out. Don't you want to pay me?"

The strong man wearing a red metal helmet responded angrily, not caring about the sand kicked up by the wheels flying into his mouth.

"Calm down! Calm down! I'll keep my word. You can continue your work. The three hundred dollars are waiting for you here."

The person who spoke was none other than Ulysses Crow. He took out three hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and shook them in his hand.

"Drink ah ah ah ah ah!"

Stimulated by the money, the big man used his hands hard. . . Then the entire transport truck was overturned by him.

Everyone present was shocked by this sudden scene.

"Red Tank! Are you stupid?"

At the last moment, the truck driver tore open the door and rolled out. After regaining his balance, he cursed.

"You are the idiot! Saber-tooth tiger!"

Red Tank swore back without showing any signs of weakness, then walked straight to the stunned Crow, pinched three US dollars bills with two fingers and stuffed them into his bulging red vest.

"The car is out, get the money."

When Albert and his team arrived at the scene, they happened to see this scene of a car flipping over.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that the car just got stuck in the sand? Why did it turn over? Are the goods needed by the headquarters still buried underneath?"

Facing the question, Ulysses Crow rubbed his forehead and tried to organize his words. Red Tank sat on the sand with an expression that had nothing to do with me. The saber-toothed tiger next to him looked at him quite unhappily.

"Hi! Hello, my name is Wade Wilson, the strongest mercenary on the east coast of the United States."

An arrogant man wearing a floral shirt and beach pants squeezed out from among the mercenaries who were armed with live ammunition, and directly held Dr. Albert's naturally drooping right hand.

"Actually, this is just a small accident. Just give me six hundred dollars and I'll get it done for you in minutes."

Although he subconsciously felt that the touch on his hand was not quite right, he was concerned about the damage to the goods and still turned his head and said to his subordinates:

"Quick! Give him the money!"

Wade happily accepted the commission, stuffed five of them into his pocket, waved the last bill, and walked to the front of the red tank with a stupid step.

"Hey, I'll take the job, it's a hundred dollars!"

Red Tank stood up, shook his head, and answered succinctly:

"not enough!"

Wade's movement of flipping the banknotes froze, and he jumped on his feet and cursed:

"Huh? Do you look down on a hundred dollars? According to the price list, it can hire you for two hours or two of you for one hour!"

Upon hearing this, Red Tank first scratched his head, then stretched out his finger and pointed it back and forth several times, then reluctantly pinched the hundred-dollar bill, felt the sticky touch on it, frowned and sniffed:

“Strawberry flavor, emmmm”

Dr. Albert, who had been looking at the buried cargo box, was stunned when he heard this, and then raised his right hand extremely stiffly, with some light red viscous liquid remaining on it. A gust of wind blew by, and it indeed smelled of strawberry.

"Drink!!!"

The red tank walked to the overturned transport truck with earth-shaking steps, grabbed the deformed transmission rod with both hands, and the whole car returned to its right position amid a squeaking noise.

The dust that filled the sky caused Dr. Albert to reflexively raise his hands to cover his mouth and nose. As a result, the unidentified strawberry-flavored object remaining on his hands smeared his face.

"Bah, bah, bah! What on earth is this? The taste is too pungent!"

"Jam, this is my favorite jam flavor!"

While Wade was laughing, he stuffed a toothpaste tube-like thing into his underwear pocket. The small words on it read:

"Strawberry flavored body lubricant"