"You call me a nigger, aren't you a black person yourself?" Black Panther said in pain.

Chief of Staff Peter, who was black, had a serious face and said plausibly, "Just because I'm black, it doesn't count as racial discrimination if I call you a nigger!"

...There was a moment of silence.

"Fake squid, damn white pig!"

"Bang!"

"Ouch..."

Chief of Staff Peter's words were so reasonable that the Black Panther could not refute them, so he had to take it out on President Clinton. With a sudden force, the president was kicked until his eyes turned white and he howled loudly.

"Fuck, Peter, you damn nigger, I'm going to fire you from your job!" President Clinton yelled after rolling around a few times.

He also has a bad fate!

If you are in the White House, even if the Pentagon is not as heavily guarded, you can still hide in a nuclear-proof underground base, or sneak away under the protection of the FBI. Who would have thought that after finally visiting the Department of Defense, someone would rob you halfway.

Mmp, if it weren't for the fear of being exposed...well, well, even if his identity is exposed, as a Skrull mid-level warrior, he seems to be really incapable of analizing that damn nigger without weapons.

Mmp, why is this damn earth so abnormal? Having several ninth-level wise men is enough to defy the heavens. Now, just going out for a visit, you will encounter invulnerable mutants.

Alas, is the Department of Defense poisonous? After I became president, I only came here twice. The first time I met Payne, the second time I didn't...

"Ouch..."

"Fake Squid, I'll kick, I'll kick..." The Black Panther kicked Clinton hard while cursing, "Didn't you just listen to what the nigger across from you said? Only black people can call others niggas, although he

He’s a nigger, but what can you, a white-skinned pig, do?”

Nigger brother, fight well, use a little force... Chief of Staff Peter began to doubt his previous decision. Was he letting that old guy Johnson just throw missiles to kill them?

Bolivar moved a chair, walked over and put it in place, then stood on it, cleared his throat and said: "Black Panther, let's stop talking nonsense. Since you are so smart, just say your name."

That’s the purpose of this trip!”

"My name is Jobney, you can just call me the Black Panther. This attack on the Pentagon has only one purpose, and that is to liberate the oppressed and enslaved black people in the United States!"

When Jobney said this, his eyes were firm and wise, and his whole body exuded a "fearless spirit of devotion to the revolutionary people."

"Damn, you turned out to be a lunatic..." Bolivar cursed in a low voice.

Chief of Staff Peter's eyes looked at Jobney full of sympathy. At that moment, he persuaded softly: "Well, Jobney, I am also a black man. I don't seem to feel oppressed, and no one enslaves me? Otherwise, I will give it to you."

You recommend a nursing home with a comfortable environment, and the Ministry of National Defense will pay for the medical expenses. Let’s forget about it today?”

"What do you mean, why should I go to a nursing home?" Jobney showed a standard black question mark face.

...

General Johnson quietly left the negotiation table, walked to the intelligence team, and asked: "Have you found out about Jobney? Which mental hospital is he a freak who escaped?"

"Report General, after facial image comparison, this Jobney is from Oakland, California. He is not mentally ill. On the contrary, he has a very high degree of education. He received dual master's degrees in economics and sociology from Harvard a few years ago. By the way, Jobney

There is also a 10-year-old son named Eric, but his wife Monica died of illness early... He himself is a staunch expert on the black civil rights movement. This incident should be related to last year's Los Angeles riots.

, you must not treat him as a psycho, or you should use a neurotic way of thinking to communicate with him."

"Fake..."

When General Johnson returned to the video negotiation table after inquiring about the information, he heard Jobney angrily saying: "Am I crazy? Have you forgotten the slave trade? From the African continent to North America, the road is paved with

How many black people's bones are there, how many ancestors' souls are screaming and screaming? Those white-skinned pigs,

We keep talking about equality and democracy, but apart from singing and sports, do we black brothers have other options? Are there black politicians? Are there black scientists and educators? Are we born to sell flour and are born to be black?

Son? No, it’s this unfair country that doesn’t give us a chance at all.”

Jobney became more and more excited as he spoke, "Last year, my good brother Rodney was innocently killed by a white policeman..."

"Fake Squid, Jobney, Fake Squid, you lunatic, you still have the nerve to mention what happened last year." General Johnson couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "More than a week ago, Payne

That bastard fired nuclear bombs indiscriminately in the United States, but no one was killed. What about you? What did those people do? Don’t you know how to watch TV?"

"Now, I have your president and defense minister in my hands. I am the boss, and I have the final say in everything!"

Jobney kicked Clinton hard several times until he fainted. Then he spat in his face and cursed: "That coward Payne, that bastard... if

Hold on for a few more days, and when we launch an uprising in the west, under attack from the east and west, we guarantee that the United States will be finished immediately. Hehehe, but it was Payne who made us understand the weakness of your American government in dealing with superpower attacks."

Hearing this, Maya frowned and used her senses to carefully explore the surroundings... In the end, she found nothing unusual.

"General, you heard what Jobney said. They seem to be launching an uprising on the west coast. Have you received any intelligence?"

Chief of Staff Peter wiped the hot sweat from his head and replied for General Johnson: "Everything is normal on the West Coast, and there are no abnormalities in other parts of the United States. Our intelligence agents have been analyzing Jobney's words. We have also considered the questions you have thought of.

arrive."

"Do you think Jobney might be stalling for time?" Maya rubbed her chin and asked tentatively: "Does the Pentagon have any big killers, special weapons that can make Jobney miss him? There may be more than one attacker.

Those 21 people outside."

"No, we have conventional weapons here. Even the nuclear bomb silos are in secret bases dozens of miles away...shit!"

Having said this, Chief of Staff Peter suddenly woke up, picked up the phone and dialed a number. After waiting for a full minute, there was still a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

"Fake, Jason, stop talking nonsense with him. Something happened to our four-dimensional defense control center! Bastard, bastard, launch missiles to kill them. No, no, no, no, let the combat team dispatch immediately to capture Jobney alive.

!" Chief of Staff Peter roared angrily.

"what?"

Bolivar was the first to react. His face changed wildly, and he issued a series of orders: "The combat team is setting off. There is no need to worry about anyone, including President Clinton."

As soon as Bolivar finished speaking, a large group of soldiers suddenly emerged from the square and surrounded Jobni and the two of them from a distance of more than 200 meters.

At the same time, another group of soldiers rushed out of the tunnel and surrounded the 18 black supermen who were still venting wildly in the Pentagon.

The soldiers were all dressed the same, wearing gas masks and white protective clothing, carrying a large can behind their backs, and carrying single-shot RPGs on their shoulders.

At this moment, those RPGs were targeting Jobney and his "Pied Leopard" accomplices.
Chapter completed!