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

"T'Challa, use your brain and make a list of those who might not support your succession, those who won't cooperate, and those who might cause trouble. We have limited time, and Kingpin will take care of the disobedient ones for you."

Gray sat imposingly on his throne, legs casually crossed, chin resting on one hand, his gaze looking down at T'Challa kneeling below, as well as Kingpin and the rest of the villains.

The process is to kill the old king, install a new king, and then expel a million people from the country. But the actual execution is fraught with difficulties that are enough to give anyone a headache.

T'Challa was still young, and the old king had died suddenly. Concocting a lie that the people could believe was a considerable challenge.

However, these trivial matters were irrelevant to Gray. At most, he would use force once or twice more to intimidate Kingpin and his team so that their work could proceed smoothly.

Wakanda's military strength should not be underestimated. Its soldiers are well-equipped and brave. If they are surrounded by soldiers, even Kingpin, who is said to have 90% muscle in his body, will only face death.

"Wakanda has no rebels."

T'Challa's voice was deep and firm.

Despite the open wound on his right leg, with bright red blood flowing down his calf and staining the ground, his expression remained unusually calm.

In a short period of time, his parents passed away and the country suffered a devastating blow. This heavy pressure, like a series of heavy hammers, forged this once somewhat naive young black panther into a leader capable of shouldering the fate of the nation. In every move he made, he already possessed a kingly demeanor.

Ordinary people would probably be consumed by rage and lose their minds when faced with their father's killer. T'Challa not only remained calm, but also groveled at his enemy's feet like a dog, begging for mercy, comparable to Han Xin of ancient times.

"No?"

Kingpin first glanced cautiously at Gray, who was engrossed in his phone on the throne, to confirm that it was his turn to work. Then, he stepped forward and slammed his jeweled cane into the ground, producing a dull thud like an alarm bell. "What are those soldiers and aircraft outside for? A welcoming party? Or do you have this strange custom in Wakanda of pointing tank cannons at guests as a greeting?"

Kimpin sneered, his eyes darkening, and said, "In my opinion, your people will probably have to die another hundred thousand or twenty thousand before they fully realize the reality and obediently listen to you."

"Ruling with violence and fear will only bring chaos. The people of Wakanda cherish peace and freedom, and such methods will only incite stronger resistance," T'Challa argued loudly, propping himself up. He paused, then added, "Besides, I haven't officially ascended to the throne yet, and my power cannot command them."

"That's your problem to consider, King T'Challa." Kingpin's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes sharp. "If you're just trying to stall for time, you can save your breath. Magneto's attack on Washington has attracted the attention of the whole world; nobody cares about your lives."

T'Challa's eyes flickered upon hearing this. In fact, he did have such thoughts. The Avengers were powerful and he had a good personal relationship with them. If Thor and Hulk were willing to take action, even if they couldn't kill these villains, they could still drive them out of Wakanda.

"I am bored."

Grey, sitting on his throne, couldn't help but yawn. He swore he had tried to get down to business, but just listening to T'Challa and Kingpin ramble on made his eyelids droop wildly and he felt drowsy.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly suggested, "How about we play a game to relax?"

"Playing games?"

T'Challa and Kingpin were both stunned.

The others also looked at Gray with puzzled expressions.

Ignoring everyone's reactions, Gray said enthusiastically, "Anyway, we're just killing time. T'Challa's uncle, cousin, and childhood sweetheart are all out there, that's three people! We'll send three people too, and we'll have an extreme real-life fight. The loser won't be punished, and the winner... let me think, how about rewarding him with living to tomorrow? Exciting enough?"

Fuck! You call this a game?!

T'Challa's eyes widened suddenly as he looked at Gray in disbelief, as if he were looking at a madman.

"Exciting, so exciting! I really love this kind of game!" Kingpin's face revealed a cruel smile, and he instantly understood Gray's true intentions.

First, eliminate the uncle and cousin who have the right to inherit the inheritance, and then use the childhood sweetheart to control T'Challa. It has to be said that only Homelander could come up with such a sinister and despicable idea.

"Since no one objects, let's begin!"

Gray slapped his thigh and laughed with satisfaction. He then instructed Kingpin to select his team's contestants as soon as possible. He then slowly floated into the air and flew out from the dome above the hall.

He had to go and bring the other three contestants back to the competition venue.

Outside the palace, T'Challa's uncle, cousin, and his childhood sweetheart Nakia were gathered together, discussing with grave expressions how to rescue T'Challa.

To prevent the criminals from escaping, they mobilized a large armed force and surrounded the entire palace.

Twenty thousand elite soldiers blocked off the streets and alleys. Everyone looked serious and tense. An unsettling atmosphere of tension filled the air, as if a storm was about to break.

More than 150 dragonfly-shaped fighter jets circled orderly in mid-air, emitting a deep roar.

More than ten golden floating warships hovered silently above the palace, their massive fan-shaped hulls casting large shadows, and their energy cannons gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

In addition, rows of electromagnetic tanks, battlefield spiders, and various advanced war vehicles are neatly arranged, ready to go, demonstrating Wakanda's powerful military strength.

Looking down at the scene from above, Gray couldn't help but exclaim, "Beautiful!"

"What a hassle. If only T'Challa were a little more obedient, Mindy would be so happy to have these toys."

Even if Wakanda had ten times more aircraft and aircraft carriers, it would be almost the same as having none in front of the Homelanders.

The only thing he could probably do was shout and fiddle with the toys in his hands after discovering Homelander.

"In the end, we still have to rely on military force to deter them."

Gray calmly landed in enemy territory, allowing himself to be surrounded by a large number of soldiers.

He stretched out his hands, and a strange, pale purple energy rapidly spread out. Wherever it went, the soldiers were squeezed by an invisible force, and blood gushed out wildly from their seven orifices. The scene was like a water truck washing the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the entire street was stained red.

Gray was too fast. Even if his movements were slowed down a hundred times, an ordinary person's eyesight wouldn't be able to catch even a fleeting afterimage.

Once the killing began, the number of casualties increased by almost three digits per second.

At that moment, Dragonfly fighter jets, relying on radar for positioning, roared in from all directions.

Instead of precision strikes, they strafed the area with widespread fire.

However, it was still a waste of time. Gray didn't even bother to dodge, as a visible energy field kept the attack at bay.

The next second, gravitational waves radiated out, and the fighter jets exploded in mid-air like firecrackers, with metal debris flying like raindrops.

Not far away, the majestic golden aircraft carrier activated its energy-charging attack, with dozens of thick cannons gathering scorching energy. However, before it could fire, a dark red beam swept across, and the aircraft carrier was instantly split in two. A series of explosions rang out, and it slowly fell into the distance with thick smoke and flames.

Suddenly, Gray stopped what he was doing and blocked out all the sounds his super hearing had received.

Because the cries coming from the aircraft carrier were too loud.

Unlike ordinary infantry, soldiers on aircraft carriers die relatively slowly, which becomes a form of torture. What was once a source of national pride—a powerful weapon—has now become a living hell for them.

At the same time, electromagnetic tanks launched a final assault on Gray, their cannons flashing blue light, and then hundreds of electromagnetic cannons shot into the sky, crashing down on the block where Gray was located.

Gray instantly changed position and appeared directly above the tank formation.

He slightly raised his hands, and hundreds of electromagnetic tanks were lifted up by invisible energy, their tracks leaving the ground and rising continuously into the sky.

Once they reached an altitude of a thousand meters, gravity suddenly disappeared, and they crashed to the ground at extremely high speeds. Their metal shells turned red-hot from the friction of the wind pressure, resembling burning meteors with long trails of flame.

Soon after, one inconspicuous "firework" after another bloomed in the city, and smoke and dust rose up.

A battle that hardly qualifies as a battle has come to an end.

In just three to five minutes, Wakanda's proud First Legion was completely wiped out.

When Gray returned to the palace with the three opposing contestants, they were dazed and unsteady on their feet, as if trapped in a nightmare.

In that terrifying "dream," a man like a demon effortlessly reaped the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, yet he was still not satisfied, and finally urged:

"Everyone, please begin your performance."