Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

Anyone with even a slight understanding of Marvel knows that deep within the African continent lies a mysterious city called Wakanda.

The city is surrounded by boundless jungle, offering a tranquil and serene living environment. From above, it resembles a pearl hidden in a green ocean.

For a long time, the outside world knew very little about it, and thought that Wakanda was just a backward and primitive tribal settlement on the African continent. In fact, it is the most technologically advanced country in the world.

All of this is thanks to a precious resource bestowed upon us by nature—vibranium.

In the city, futuristic buildings rise from the ground, their streamlined metallic exteriors gleaming coldly in the sunlight, creating a wonderful and harmonious scene that complements the surrounding natural landscape.

With its vibranium-powered energy system and the enormous wealth gained through vibranium trading, Wakanda is extremely well-off.

On the outskirts of the city, traditional villages still retain their original features. Wooden houses are scattered in an orderly fashion, and men and women who follow ancient customs sing and dance. Their lives are simple and unpretentious, which forms a strong and unique contrast with the high-tech scene in the city.

Gray traveled around the African continent several times in search of Wakanda, but fortunately, his perseverance paid off and he finally found the place.

"Kingpin, what do you think of this place?"

Taking over a country is not difficult for Gray; the difficulty lies in how to enjoy the benefits it brings in a long and stable manner after taking it over.

This is like buying a luxurious villa. You may seem to own an enviable mansion, but along with it comes a series of complicated and trivial matters.

Daily sanitation requires dedicated personnel to clean, and a stable supply of water and electricity must be ensured. From the ingredients for three meals a day to the maintenance of the house, none of these things can be solved by scrambling.

Similarly, governing a country is even more complicated, involving countless aspects from basic living conditions and infrastructure development to economic development and national defense. Asking Gray to worry about these important matters is simply asking too much of a person.

"Good, very good!"

Kingpin nodded excitedly, his fat twitching as his eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement, as if he could already see boundless wealth beckoning to him.

"Since you're satisfied, move the company here as soon as possible." Gray smiled with satisfaction, pointed to the rows of thatched huts, and said, "From now on, male employees will live over there, and female employees will live inside. Is that alright?"

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Upon hearing this, Kingpin's excited expression instantly froze. His mouth gaped open, and his face was filled with doubt, as if he had misheard.

He had learned about Wakanda from intelligence brokers; the capital city was about 200 square kilometers in size and could accommodate at least one million people.

Although the company has been expanding rapidly recently, even if you include the most peripheral thugs, the number does not exceed 10,000. Why make such a fuss about it?

"What, you're not satisfied?" Gray narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Kingpin.

"Hahaha! How could I not be satisfied!"

Kingpin quickly snapped out of his daze, his face beaming with a smile: "Sir, to be honest, after living in this bustling city for so long, I've always had a dream of returning to the countryside and getting closer to nature. I never expected it to come true so soon. I'm so happy..."

Talking about benefits with a heartless boss who kills a bunch of employees to help him pick up girls is like taking your whole family to Myanmar and making them want to die.

"What kind of holographic projection technology is this? The coverage diameter is over fifty kilometers!" Doctor Octopus's eyes were filled with fervor as his eight mechanical tentacles swung nimbly, propelling his slender body swiftly through a large patch of dense bushes.

When the mysterious Wakanda finally revealed a glimpse of itself, he could no longer contain his shock and exclaimed in amazement.

"My God, how can there be such an incredible country in the world!"

"Wakanda, an obscure little country, who would have thought it would hold such a hidden treasure." Gambit followed closely behind, emerging from the jungle. Without traversing this jungle and personally stepping into Wakanda, the naked eye would have no way of detecting the city hidden within.

"I love this place, it's full of nature." The hunter Craven was excited and couldn't wait to tear his shirt off, revealing his strong and wild body.

"I wonder how things are going with Magneto..." A mass of grayish-black sludge slowly wriggled and gradually coalesced into a thin, middle-aged man.

This person, codenamed "Muddy," is a Beta-level mutant who can freely switch body forms.

"Stop worrying about others, we're loyal to Homelander now." The speaker was a homeless man who had narrowly escaped death from Gray's clutches.

A few days ago, Kingpin publicly recruited people. He went for an interview and only after passing the interview did he realize that the boss was Homelander.

Following that, Tombstone, Bullseye, Taskmaster, and Erica also appeared one after another.

Besides them, there were also some new recruits who had just been hired.

Among them, a burly man named Gladiator strode forward with heavy steps, a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked, "Everyone seems a bit tense. Are Homelanders difficult to get along with?"

"Of course not! I've seen people point their fingers at him and curse him, even grab his hair and kick him in the groin! He didn't care at all. Perhaps that's the demeanor of a strong person." A freak dressed in a red bodysuit spoke highly of Homelander.

Are you sure?

Many people cast skeptical glances at them.

The red-clad freak immediately reacted as if he had been utterly insulted, shouting emphatically, "I swear to God! If I'm lying, may my hemorrhoids explode every day!"

This oath is so vicious that its credibility increases hundreds of times instantly.

"I always thought Homelander was scary, but I didn't expect him to be such a tolerant person. Indeed, rumors should not be believed."

The gladiator nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but try whispering, "Fuck you, Homelander."

"Sizzle!!"

In an instant, a dark red ray shot down from the sky like lightning.

Before the gladiator could even let out a scream, the ray struck him from head to toe, instantly splitting him in two. He crashed heavily to the ground with a "thud," emitting the smell of barbecue.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

They then glared at the red-clad freak, spitting as they roared, "Shit! You bastard, you killed him!"

"I was just saying it offhand! Who knew he'd actually mean it!"

The freak in red shouted a defense, then slunk back into the crowd, kicking pebbles at his feet in frustration, muttering, "I swear, I'm not lying. That hot-tempered girl hit and yelled at him, but he really wasn't angry."

Before the battle even began, one of their own fierce generals was killed, and morale plummeted.