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Chapter 233 Helping You Ascend the Throne of Wakanda

Wakanda is an agricultural country located in northeastern Africa, known for its isolation and poverty.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

In reality, Wakanda is a highly technologically advanced, highly developed, and extremely wealthy military superpower.

The reason they maintain this facade of poverty and backwardness lies in a rare resource buried within their country: vibranium, one of the main materials of Captain America's shield.

This mysterious metal from outer space is also the cornerstone of all technology in Wakanda.

Countless years ago, the ancestors of Wakanda discovered vibranium and used it to achieve leading technological advancements.

Although it's hard to imagine how a group of black guys who didn't even know alchemy or the concept of science could use vibranium to advance their technology, they did it.

To prevent this foundation stone from attracting endless covetousness from the outside world, especially fearing the growth of some terrible mold that could kidnap their king for a quick kill, Wakanda chose to disguise itself.

Using vibranium technology, they built an energy barrier covering the entire country, disguised advanced cities as primitive villages, and constantly complained about poverty to the five Big Brothers at various international conferences, making the whole world believe that it was just a backward, marginalized country.

In fact, Wakanda did achieve that.

No one would have imagined that a small, underdeveloped country that is inconspicuous on the map of Africa would become a world-class technological power.

This sounds even more outrageous than Japan beating up America and making them call it "daddy".

Du Mu also learned about Wakanda's background from Peter B. Due to his strong interest in vibranium, he had already used Hydra's intelligence network to investigate Wakanda.

Hydra's intelligence capabilities are indeed undeniable; they were able to infiltrate even a closed country like Wakanda, located far away in Africa.

"What news?"

Upon hearing this, Du Mu immediately became interested.

Wanda opened a document and looked at its contents, saying, "According to the information we've received, Wakanda is secretly hunting down a black market arms dealer named Ulysses Klaue around the world. Years ago, he led an elite armed squad into Wakanda, causing numerous casualties and stealing a batch of vibranium before escaping."

"The latest intelligence indicates that Ulysses is currently selling this batch of vibranium through underground channels, which has attracted the attention of the Wakanda side, who have launched a manhunt for him."

"However, we have already found out Crow's whereabouts."

"So fast?" Du Mu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Wanda explained, "Strucker happens to know him; they've done a few deals together before. It's now confirmed that Klaue is hiding in an abandoned shipyard off the coast of West Africa."

"What a coincidence."

Du Mu's eyes lit up: "Have Strucker contact this Klaue immediately. We must find him before the Wakandas do."

"OK."

In addition to this message, Hydra spies also gathered a lot of useful intelligence.

Like Sokovia, Wakanda is a monarchy, but the throne is not simply inherited; instead, it is determined through an ancient traditional duel.

Each tribe can elect a member of the royal family to challenge the heir to the throne, and the winner will become the new king of Wakanda.

Yes, in a technologically advanced and civilized country, the transfer of supreme power still relies on the most primitive form of armed confrontation.

Moreover, the weapons used by the Wakanda soldiers are all technologically advanced... spears!

Their fighting style tends to be close-quarters combat.

This sounds as absurd as sharpening a top-of-the-line chip, strapping it to a stick, and using it as a spear to attack an enemy.

The kings of Wakanda were not ordinary people either.

They are the Black Panthers, the guardians of the nation. They consumed heart-shaped herbs mutated by vibranium radiation, gaining superhuman physical abilities, speed, and perception. With the aid of vibranium technology, they possess considerable combat power.

"Heart-shaped grass, another good thing."

Upon seeing this information, Du Mu immediately perked up.

This item is destined for me!

He thought for a moment and then instructed, "Continue to monitor the movements of Wakanda, focusing on gathering intelligence on the king and members of the royal families of the various tribes."

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"OK."

Shipyard on the African coast.

As soon as Crow hung up the phone, his face was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

He turned to the black man with a dreadlocked braid and sharp eyes inside the room: "Kermango, get ready, those guys will be here soon."

"You mean the group that wants to buy all the vibranium?"

The man called Killmonger raised his eyes, his tone revealing no emotion.

"That's right!"

Crow rubbed his hands together, lowering his voice but unable to hide his smugness: "They're willing to pay billions for these treasures I have. Damn it, I should have found a way to empty the entire mine back then, then I'd be the richest person in the world!"

Upon hearing this, a strange glint flashed in Killmonger's eyes.

He then asked, "Someone is willing to offer billions to buy all the vibranium. Are you sure that buyer is really reliable?"

Crow smiled confidently: "Guaranteed reliable. This is a big spender; he's done several major deals with me before. Besides, this is my territory. Anyone who dares to make a bad move, I'll have them thrown into the sea. And besides, you're here!"

He clearly had complete confidence in the man before him.

Killmonger is a retired U.S. Special Forces soldier with extremely strong skills. Give him a gun and he can easily take on dozens of armed men by himself. It was precisely because of this skill that he went to great lengths to recruit him into his criminal gang.

Seeing Crow's attitude, a hint of disdain flashed through Killmonger's mind.

If it weren't for some purpose, why would he hang out with someone as greedy as Crow?

Clang!

Just then, a loud bang suddenly exploded from the east side of the factory area!

Immediately afterwards, bursts of gunfire and short screams erupted almost simultaneously!

"What's going on?!"

Crow's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the submachine gun on the table and rushed out.

Looking down from the second-floor platform, a dozen soldiers clad in high-tech armor had stormed into the factory area. The weapons they carried were clearly not ordinary firearms. Before Crow's men could even raise their guns, they were blasted into a mosaic by blue energy beams.

"Could it be the Wakandas who have come looking for us?"

Upon seeing this technologically advanced equipment, Crow felt a sudden tightness in his chest, followed by a wave of confusion.

Weren't the Wakanda people all primitive people who only used spears? When did they evolve into gunners?

At this moment, the battle situation below is completely one-sided.

Faced with overwhelming firepower, Crow's men were utterly powerless to resist. In less than a minute, more than half of them were killed or wounded. The rest were so terrified that they dropped their weapons, knelt down, and surrendered.

"Shit! Run!"

Klaue, after all, was an old fox who had dealt with Wakanda for many years. Seeing that the situation was not good, he grabbed his briefcase without saying a word and turned to run wildly towards the backup passage deep inside the building.

However, just as he rushed into the narrow corridor leading to the back of the dock, a figure suddenly blocked the end of the passage.

Unlike the heavily armored soldiers below, this man was not wearing heavy armor, but only a light black combat uniform, and he was not carrying any over-the-top weapons.

"Get out of the way!"

Crow's eyes hardened, and without the slightest hesitation, he raised his submachine gun and pulled the trigger on the figure in front of him!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bullets struck the target just inches away, then exploded into pale blue energy ripples.

A semi-transparent energy barrier enveloped the opponent's entire body, easily blocking all the bullets.

Crow was dumbfounded.

Although he had infiltrated the technologically advanced Wakanda and was even chased by its army, he had never seen such a sci-fi-like scene.

In contrast, Wakanda was almost too naive, chasing him for hundreds of kilometers with spears.

The next moment, braving the still-unrelenting hail of bullets, the man took a step forward with astonishing speed, closing in on Crow in the blink of an eye.

A hand suddenly grabbed Crow's wrist as he held the gun and twisted it in the opposite direction!

Click!

"Aaaaaah!"

Crow let out a piercing scream, the submachine gun slipped from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground in agony.

Killmonger, who was following closely behind, quickly stopped and went into a state of high alert, watching his opponent warily.

"Who are you!?"

The other party did not answer, but their cold gaze fell on Killmonger, making him feel immense pressure.

Judging from his skills just now, this person is definitely a top-tier expert, no weaker than myself, not to mention that he also has that advanced technology.

The gunfire in the factory area below had long since ceased, leaving only deathly silence; clearly, the battle on the other side had ended.

We must break through immediately, or we will be surrounded sooner or later.

Killmonger's eyes flashed, and he made a decision in an instant.

He suddenly drew his tactical dagger from his waist, pushed off with his feet, and rushed towards the other person, slashing the dagger fiercely towards the other person's neck!

However, his opponent simply turned slightly to the side and dodged his attack.

Immediately afterwards, Killmonger felt a jolt in his wrist, and an irresistible force struck him, causing the dagger to fly out of his hand and fall to the ground some distance away.

"What...?"

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Killmonger was shocked. He hadn't even seen how his opponent made the move when a spasmodic pain shot through his abdomen, instantly dissipating all his strength.

Then he was struck again with precision behind his knee. He groaned and fell to his knees. He tried to resist, but one of his arms was already twisted behind his back and pressed hard to the ground.

The battle was over in just a few seconds.

As one of America's top special forces soldiers, Killmonger experienced for the first time what it meant to be completely outmatched; the two sides were simply not even in the same league.

Killmonger felt his dignity had been severely damaged.

He lowered his head and said resignedly, "With skills like that, you must be the leader of this team. I accept defeat. Do whatever you want with me."

The man remained silent, simply picking up the suitcase from the ground, dragging Killmonger with one hand and pulling the screaming Crow with the other, and carrying him towards the main factory building like a sack of potatoes.

The main hall was a mess, with signs of battle everywhere, and Crow's men lay scattered in pools of blood.

In the center of the hall, dozens of soldiers in black stood silently, surrounding the two figures.

The leader was dressed in a spotless, wide white robe, his face covered by a mask with strange patterns, and he exuded a powerful aura.

To his left rear stood a cold-looking man wearing a half-face mask, his left arm gleaming with a metallic sheen.

As for the man whom Killmonger considered the strongest, he quickly stepped forward, dropped them in front of the white-robed man, then respectfully handed over a briefcase with both hands before retreating without a word, standing in a line with several other soldiers wearing identical standard combat uniforms.

Killmonger: "...."

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The person who instantly captivated me with their emotions turned out to be just a nobody.

This was even more disheartening for Killmonger, who realized he couldn't even defeat a lowly soldier.

Du Mu took the briefcase, opened it to check, and after confirming that it was full of vibranium, he put it into his game inventory with satisfaction.

Then, his gaze, hidden behind the mask, slowly lowered and landed on Killmonger in front of him.

[NPC: Eric Killmonger (Nijadaka)]

Codename: Golden Leopard

[Favorability: -20]

[Evaluation: The exiled prince of Wakanda, Black Panther's cousin, a nemesis of trypophobia, his father was killed by Black Panther's father, and he himself was killed by Black Panther.]

Is this guy a prince of Wakanda?

Du Mu was a little surprised.

He looked the leopard up and down, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.

"Nijadaka".

Du Mu immediately called out Jin Qianbao's real name as soon as he opened his mouth.

"How do you know that name!?"

The leopard froze instantly, staring at Du Mu in disbelief.

This name is his real name, and it is also a Wakandan name. Only he and his father know it, and they don't know where the other party got it from.

Du Mu did not explain, but chuckled and said, "I know more than that. I also know that you were originally supposed to be the prince of Wakanda."

"Who exactly are you people!?"

The leopard's pupils constricted sharply, and like Hakimi whose tail had been stepped on, it instantly bristled.

When a secret buried deep in his heart for many years is suddenly exposed, no matter how strong his will is, he cannot remain calm.

Du Mu calmly replied, "You'll probably find out who we are later, but right now, I need you to do something for me."

Don't even think about it!

The leopard snorted coldly, its face flashing with undisguised disgust: "Don't think that just because you've captured me, you can make me your slave and work for you. Kill me if you want, I have nothing to say!"

It's related to his past experiences; he hates being a slave, even a beast of burden!

He's not cut out for working for others.

Du Mu raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Even if I wanted to help you sit on the throne of Wakanda, that wouldn't be allowed?"

...But then again, Wakanda is indeed corrupt and decadent today. Despite possessing world-leading technology, it remains closed off, hiding itself as a primitive tribe, and unwilling to shoulder its due responsibilities.

The leopard's expression suddenly changed, filled with grief and indignation, but his eyes gradually hardened.

"As a descendant of the Wakanda royal family, it is my responsibility to correct this country's mistakes and lead it to its true strength and glory. You don't need to say anything more; I'll definitely help you with this!"

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