Work Hard from Now On; the Organization Won't Treat You Unfairly

"Mr. Russell, Wakanda may not be large, but it is rich in resources. Besides Vibranium and Heart-shaped herb, there are many other things that are extremely valuable for trade..." Azzuri enthusiastically promoted local specialties, trying to pique Russell's interest.

"For example?" Russell took a sip of his drink.

"For example..."

Azzuri looked around, momentarily speechless. Judging from the constant stream of helicopters coming and going, Russell's backers were not short of money, and Wakanda's abundant resources, apart from Vibranium and Heart-shaped herb, could be bought with money.

"For example, this piece of land..." Having run out of options, Azzuri had no choice but to start selling land. "Haven't you always wanted to double the size of this piece of land?"

"No, I suddenly realized that the area is big enough."

Russell shrugged. "The main structure is underground. We'll just build a base gate on the surface, maybe add a few helipads. It won't take up much space. Don't underestimate the wisdom of the Chinese. Give them ten square meters, and they can hollow out Wakanda's underground."

"How about I give you some more Heart-shaped herb?"

"There's no need for that. I've already contacted several of the world's top botanists. Once the base's laboratory is built, we'll begin researching suitable growing environments for Heart-shaped herb."

Azzuri: "..."

Damn, it's so good to be rich and powerful, you can be the world's top person all the time!

Seeing that Russell truly had no desires, Azzuri had no choice but to reveal his trump card. He took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Russell, what do you think of me?"

"Puff----"

Russell had just taken a sip of his drink when he heard this, and it took him a while to catch his breath. "Sorry, you're really not that great. Our organization doesn't do human trafficking, and I personally have no interest in you. Let's leave this topic at that."

"You've misunderstood, that's not what I meant," Azzuri explained, his expression serious. "If I join your organization..."

"Thank you, but no need!" Russell refused decisively.

As the ruler of a nation, Azzuri's acquisition of Wakanda would be tantamount to acquiring him, which sounds like a huge win. However, from another perspective, Wakanda is currently impoverished and a burden. While Hydra is indeed an international organization, its business does not include poverty alleviation in rural areas.

"I joined your organization in my personal capacity, not as a king!"

"Oh, you're going to be my henchman?" Russell's eyes were full of amusement. Azzuri lived up to his reputation as a wise man. He seemed to be selling himself out, but in reality, he was infiltrating the organization as a spy.

Russell could understand Azzuri's concerns. If he were the king, and there was an unknown organization in the capital, he would also be worried and unable to sleep.

"Thugs... I don't think you need thugs! Although I don't know who's behind your organization, judging from your actions, you should be in a period of infiltration and development, and you won't rashly clash with other forces," Azzuri analyzed.

"That's right. World War II has just ended, and countries all over the world are recuperating, including us." Russell smiled meaningfully. Since Azzuri wanted to jump into the pit, he might as well give him the chance.

Russell's smile sent a chill down Azzuri. He coughed lightly and asked, "Then, shall I apply to join the organization? By the way, what's our organization called?"

"Let's put that aside for now, I haven't even agreed to let you join yet!" Russell waved his hand, adopting a leader's posture. "Little Li, tell me first, what's the matter that you came to me for help?"

"Border war! Wakanda can't afford any more war!" Azzuri said with a wry smile. The reason he ceded territory and sold out the country was to save it. He was no better than anyone else in the world as king.

Azzuri recounted the intelligence he had gathered in detail, including which tribes were involved in the war, what forces were behind them, and the total size of their troops. He was an excellent orator, and he explained the various forces, large and small, in a clear and organized manner, ensuring that Russell understood everything.

Russell nodded. "Issue a challenge. We'll fight to the death at Lake Turkana in five days!"

"What!?"

"Five days later, Lake Turkana!"

Azzuri shook his head repeatedly. "No, the civil war in Wakanda has just ended. If we fight another war, the country will probably perish."

"No need to worry, just give me the prisoners from the White Ape Tribe, and I'll take care of the rest!" Russell said confidently.

"You're going to use them as the vanguard..." Azzuri frowned in deep thought, quickly analyzing Russell's possible deployments.

"No, I need a group of laborers to mine."

Azzuri: "..."

"You don't need to worry about the war. The Black Panther God said that a great flood will come in five days, and the location will be Lake Turkana."

"A great flood?" Azzuri's eyes widened. Lake Turkana was a dead lake, calm and without any torrential rain, so where did this great flood come from?

"If you don't believe me, don't you believe in the Black Panther God?"

Azzuri paused, then finally couldn't help but say, "I only feel uneasy because I trust 'Black Panther God' too much."

"Don't worry, you're worried about Wakanda, but I care more about this land." Russell lowered his voice. "I guarantee there will be a great flood. You can secretly spread the word that the Black Panther God will bring down miracles, which will enhance your prestige among the people."

Azzuri: "..."

"Alright, that's settled then. Now let's talk about you selling yourself." Russell started counting on his fingers. "Using Wakanda's national destiny as a trade, selling only you is definitely not enough, otherwise I'd be at a huge loss."

"Who else do you want?" Azzuri instantly became alert, feeling that Russell had malicious intentions.

"The organization doesn't need any more thugs for now, but who knows what the future holds? So, from you onwards, the five generations of Black Panther will all have to serve the organization."

"That's it?" Azzuri frowned. The request didn't sound difficult. After all, Russell's backers had chosen to establish a base in Wakanda, so the two sides were already tied together. He was prepared to be exploited.

"Otherwise, what else could Wakanda possibly have worth trading?"

"Okay, from now on, five generations of Black Panther will serve the organization." Although Azzuri still had doubts, Wakanda could not afford to hesitate and could only agree.

"Very good. Keep up the good work in the future. The organization will not treat you unfairly." Russell stood up and patted Azzuri on the shoulder. He didn't need one or two Black Panther now, and he certainly wouldn't need them in the future. But with these nominal King members, the base construction would be much less troublesome. At least some trivial worries would be gone.

Azzuri looked embarrassed, having suddenly gone from being a king to a subordinate, and was still somewhat unaccustomed to it. He cleared his throat and asked seriously, "Sir, what is the name of our organization... what is our organization called?"

Russell's expression changed drastically. "Azzuri, you need to be prepared. Our organization has a terrible reputation, the kind that's universally hated. Remember, never publicize the organization's name, otherwise... Wakanda will suffer because of it."

Azzuri showed no surprise upon hearing this. He had his own suspicions about the mysterious organization. It didn't matter if it had a bad reputation; he had learned a golden rule over the years he had been king.

Whether it's just or not is not important; order is what matters most!

He had observed Russell, Natasha, Bucky, and others. Although their methods were despicable and sometimes underhanded, and they had even taken photos to blackmail him, these were not truly heinous crimes. If he had ulterior motives, he would have been far more ruthless than Russell.

Therefore, after Azzuri's fierce analysis, he concluded that although this organization was not a good one, it still had some bottom lines.

Our organization is called Hydra!

Azzuri: "..."

Is it too late for me to quit now?

Wakanda is isolated, but it's not completely cut off from the outside world. Azzuri knows perfectly well what kind of organization Hydra is.

It can be summed up in three words: anti-human!

Hydra, intent on conquering the world, instigated wars that spread from Europe to the rest of the globe, including Africa. They created fear and chaos, Carnage their opponents, profited from the wars, and were universally despised; calling them utterly wicked would be an understatement.

I joined Hydra and sold out five generations of my descendants. Am I stupid?!

Azzuri was deathly pale, his steps faltering as he nearly fainted. Imagine what would happen to Wakanda the Allies knew that Hydra had a base there.

It goes without saying that even without Vibranium, it would still lead to the destruction of a nation!

"Sir... sir... that joke..."

"Hahaha, isn't that hilarious?" Russell suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha, that scared me to death! It was just a joke!" Azzuri wiped away his cold sweat and laughed.

"..."

"..."

"Are you done laughing? If you are, go issue the challenge!" Russell slapped Azzuri on the shoulder. "Welcome to Hydra. Do a good job and don't let me down."

Azzuri: "..."

The challenge was sent, and the allied tribes responded quickly, deploying their troops to Lake Turkana. Learning from their previous defeat, they deliberately dug pits and planted many landmines to prevent Wakanda from using the rhinoceros formation again.

In addition, the camp was divided into three sections, forming a defensive triangle to ensure that if one camp was attacked, the other two camps could provide immediate support.

The allied tribal forces set up an impenetrable wall, blocking the shores of Lake Turkana, the very gateway to Wakanda, awaiting a decisive battle.

Day Four! Night!

Russell brought Azzuri to Lake Turkana, accompanied by six female guards: Bucky, Natasha, Yelena, and Russell's bodyguard Jason.

Jason has taken over the body of the Elder White Ape, and his machete has been upgraded to Vibranium, greatly increasing his combat power.

These past few days, Azzuri has been restless and unable to eat or sleep. He's feeling powerless and has even incurred Nanali's complaints. He has no way to express his suffering. There's a ticking time bomb in the country, and he's dragged his descendants into it. It's impossible for him not to regret it, but it's too late to regret now. What's worse, for the sake of Wakanda, he has to do his best to keep it a secret from Russell.

He also knew that the more he helped cover it up, the deeper he would get entangled with Hydra. Ever since that piece of land was allocated, Wakanda had been inextricably linked with Hydra.

Russell arrived at the lakeside, picked up the map and glanced at it. "This is it. Let me cast a spell to bring a flood and end this war."

"Sir, tomorrow is only the fifth day."

"All warfare is based on deception. If they are willing to believe it, how can they blame me?"