Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1140 A Busy Night (Second Update)

Silent drones, moving stealthily, transmitted images of the palace's interior to the front lines. Malcolm vaguely saw several figures wielding slender, heat-emitting weapons. Each time a blinding white light flashed in the image, a blazing blue pulse would erupt from a palace window, striking down a black drone floating in the morning light. Immediately afterward, massive armored vehicles activated their onboard weaponry, unleashing a torrential downpour of heavy explosives and laser cannons at the windows. Particle beams and kinetic weapons sliced ​​through the palace walls, even bending the thick vibranium within them.

A squad of giants in power armor, carrying a richly dressed Black woman, sped out like a train under the cover of fire from two armored personnel carriers, casually turning back to shoot down Dora Mirajane, who was trying to give chase. Princess Shuri, returning from the communications center, greeted the rescued Queen Ramonda, while also reassuring the nobles whose children remained imprisoned in the palace. Princess Shuri spoke a few words to Nakia, who then opened the door of the hovercar, allowing T'Challa, clad in his Black Panther suit, to step down.

Wakanda's Talon fighters and Latvinian Vulture interceptors hovered above the palace, a dozen aircraft casting bright searchlights downwards. T'Challa briefly greeted his mother, then walked towards the palace under the focused searchlights, inviting En Jadaka to come out and have a fair fight with him. The duel between two black panthers who had consumed the Heart-Shaped Herb would be conducted without interference from anyone else, every detail of the fight captured on camera.

"Don't be a coward!" T'Challa knew a pulse rifle might be pointed at his head, but he insisted on not wearing a helmet, wanting all Wakanda to see his face. He was somewhat displeased with Shuri's request for Wakanda's support, believing that Wakanda's internal affairs shouldn't be interfered with by other countries. However, the reality was that without the genetically modified Latovian warriors, N' Jadaka's rule couldn't be overthrown. T'Challa now wanted to resolve this quickly and rebuild Wakanda.

"My lord, the gladiatorial combat is about to begin." Hammurabi dialed the emperor's number. "Are you sure you don't want to be there in person?"

"I'm working on a task that's been dragging on for a long time, and today is the best opportunity."

Emperor Latvian held a cell phone in one hand and gripped the steering wheel tightly with the other. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, darkness also shrouded the area. The highway he was on was rarely traveled, and its rugged terrain limited the top speed. However, the emperor paid no heed to the speed limit, speeding his car along the road while leisurely answering the phone with one hand free.

If anyone saw him like this, he would definitely warn them never to imitate him. Not everyone has the quick reflexes to drive at 200 kilometers per hour on such roads and still ensure safety. To be precise, an ordinary person would be doomed if they did that; not even a complete corpse would be left. "I should be able to get back." The Emperor caught a glimpse of a speeding black sports car ahead; that was his target. "No need to deliberately stall for time. Bastet will give me what I want. After the gladiatorial combat begins, have the legions withdraw from Golden City and establish defenses near the Dinosaur Experimentation Park in Wakanda, also known as Snake Valley, to guard against the Jabari tribe. The Jabari tribe's White Ape God isn't quite dead yet; who knows what trouble they might cause?"

"Extinction?"

"After the Wakanda industrial project, the Jabari tribe can be peacefully exterminated. Once the culture is gone, it doesn't matter whether the Jabari tribe is still alive, just like the Native Americans. Our industrial aristocracy can ensure this happens, can't it?" Emperor Latvinia floored the accelerator, pushing the stolen car to an even more astonishing speed. He felt the roar of the engine and the chorus of mechanical sounds, then reached out again to check the seatbelt.

For an ordinary person in his position, it would be extremely difficult to genuinely care about the life or death of one or two people. Even without possessing his level of power, one would unconsciously begin to disregard life, because all one has in hand are cold data and calculations, and lives would be equated with economic growth expectations, public opinion, and so on. Although he also values ​​the latter two, he still wants to resolve Wakanda's religious issues peacefully. Now that Wakanda's problems are largely resolved, there is no need to create unnecessary deaths.

"Alright, I'm close to my target. I'm going to knock it off the road in a bit. I'll call you back in ten minutes."

"When did you learn to steal cars, my dear disciple?" The Sorcerer Supreme sat in the passenger seat, casually sticking his hand out the window. "Be careful not to run over Stephen Strange. He might not be as useful as you think, but it's always good to have an alternative, isn't it?"

"Teacher, don't stick your head or hands out the window." Salomon was clearly at his wits' end with his teacher. "Think about the potential witnesses. They'll be superstitious for the rest of their lives because of what they see tonight. That's not what we want to see."

"How long has it been since you last had a meal at Kamar-Taj headquarters, Salomon?"

"The chef doesn't welcome me, probably because I always refuse to eat vegetarian food at the adults' table."

"After this is over, take your wife and children back to the Temple for dinner," the Sorcerer Supreme said. "If you don't agree, I'll jump out of this car. You know this is an invitation you can't refuse, right? I want to see the girl you adopted, the girl with demon blood flowing through her veins."

"Teacher, there's never been such a thing as a spirit projection dying from a fall." Salomon shook his head, turned on the headlights, and could already see the red taillights of the car ahead. Only then did he switch on the high beams, bringing the black sports car, which had been stealthily moving through the night, to the surface. The appearance of this car did not attract the attention of the black sports car ahead. Salomon accelerated again until the distance between his car and the other car rapidly closed. He stretched out a hand and began to draw runes in the air. "Okay, time to go. I'll make sure Stephen Strange doesn't get too hurt."

"What if he wasn't injured? You know, when you cast a protective charm, you don't exclude certain parts of the body."

"That's why I casually stole an aluminum baseball bat from the supermarket," Salomon chuckled. A second before his bumper slammed into the rear of the car in front, a second before his windshield shattered into white snowflakes, he raised an eyebrow at his teacher. "Have I ever disappointed you, teacher?"

As the Fire Knights retreated in an orderly fashion from the Golden City, leaving behind a city ravaged by war, Hammurabi departed the atmosphere aboard a specially designed Pegasus-type assault transport. A group of Martian engineers, equipped with numerous prosthetic implants, were frantically circling a coffin releasing chilled air. Medical components mounted on their hands extended hundreds of thin, organic cables deep into the wounds, using tiny forceps to clamp the blood-soaked wounds, painstakingly suturing and cauterizing the heart and other organs severed beneath the wounds by vibranium spears. "We need blood; this organism is losing a lot of blood," said a Martian engineer with a female voice. "Although the edge of the vibranium weapon has burned the wounds and sealed some smaller blood vessels, the command-type Pegasus assault transport doesn't have much medical equipment. We should pause his internal circulation and perform external blood-oxygenation."

"Will this keep him afloat until Skysword Space Station, Jennifer Alpha?"

"There's only a 30% chance, that's the conclusion my enhanced mind plugin has reached. SkySword Space Station isn't a synchronous space station; we're extremely far away right now," the Martian engineer said. "Unless we can dock with the SkyCarrier and transfer the patient, where there are enough surgical instruments and medicines, then En Jadaka's chances of survival will only reach 75.3%."

"Agreed. Change course. Send the Guardian Order communication code, requesting the Sky Carrier and the Wind II to dock, informing them this is Crimson level." Hammurabi nodded. "Plan the shortest route. No matter where they are, we must get N. Jadaka to the Sky Carrier's medical bay."

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