Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1144 Interference in Politics by Relatives of the Empress (Second Update)

"In other words, those who noticed the manor this time are all public officials. Even if I skin them alive and send them as a warning, it won't do any good." Salomon whipped the cream with astonishing speed, and in that short time, he truthfully told Bayonetta about Hammurabi's situation. He didn't hide anything; this was a promise he had kept since living with the witch. However, in most cases, the witch didn't care about his career; Bayonetta cared more about their little family.

The skinning he mentioned was not a metaphor, but meant literally—when he was clearing out gangs and drug cartels in the town near the manor, he found a gang leader in a nearby city by himself with a crowbar, and then used his hunting knife to demonstrate skinning techniques to the thugs whose legs he had broken.

He knew more than just one method of intimidation; Athena had imparted all the knowledge he needed to him. He was also quite adept at using torture, a technique that had played a significant role in history, and had an understanding of the systematic torture methods employed by the Spanish Inquisition. Limited by circumstances and time (meaning he was in a hurry to get home for dinner), he couldn't demonstrate more advanced techniques to the drug dealers, and from then on, there were no more destabilizing factors in the nearby town.

While drug traffickers in Europe and America are inherently brutal, their methods seem rather naive compared to the cartels of Mexico and other Latin American countries. The guerrillas operating in Latin America have almost all received training from the Immortal City; the intimidation section of that manual was personally written by Salomon. As a method of intimidation capable of driving Mexican drug traffickers mad, these small-town thugs in England were terrified upon seeing it, wetting themselves at the mere sight of it. They blurted out everything they wanted to know, fearing that any delay would leave them half-dead, gasping for breath like the man lying on the ground, skin gone from his neck up.

Once the sorority has apprehended those attempting to spy on the estate, similar tactics will be employed again, only this time without the constraints of environment and time. This time, however, it will be interrogation rather than intimidation. If they are indeed CIA or MI6 agents, intimidation will not deter the officials behind their desks from taking action.

"I'll get CIA access from Stephanie Malik so Victoria Hand's intelligence analysts can access the relevant information. No one will bother the manor anymore. Oh... it's time." He gestured out the window. Bayonetta saw Hammurabi, accompanied by the sorority, walking along the garden path towards the manor. "I'll be back for dinner tonight. I believe signing that contract won't take too long."

"Next time I take her shopping in town, I'll bring lots of weapons." Bayonetta didn't put down her whisk; she turned to look at Salomon, who was flipping the mixture with a silicone spatula. "The really powerful kind, you know?"

"I don't have time." Salomon's first words to T'Challa were utterly blunt. "If I don't take care of these stalkers soon, my wife's threatened to blow up the whole town," he said. "Let's get this over with and get to the parade as soon as possible. We have plenty of official business to attend to, don't we?"

Although Wakanda's artisans repaired the palace, the damage caused by the war was not completely erased.

A faint, acrid smell lingered in the air. The palace courtyard, charred beyond recognition by chemical fuels and flames, had only recently been cleaned of its scorch marks and its soil replaced. The ashes of the burned plants still lay piled to one side, and the damage inflicted on the palace walls by the heavy explosives, plasma cannons, and laser guns of armored vehicles had not yet been fully repaired in such a short time. On the way from the helipad to the palace, Salomon saw and smelled many traces and odors of war. Worse still, he heard the inconsolable cries of those dying. It took the Wakanda a long time to shovel up those who had perished from the negative pressure and intense heat; their dying agony echoed through the veil of reality in the sea of ​​souls.

This was nothing to the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj; in a few days, the wailing behind the veil of reality would vanish, and there was no need for the Conjuring trilogy. What truly troubled Constantine was the attitude of the Wakandan nobles and people towards Latvinia. Although the noble offspring were ultimately rescued, they were deeply dissatisfied with the way the Infernal Knights were dealt with, and the Wakandans were extremely disgusted by the Infernal Knights' involvement in the civil war and the damage they had caused to the city. The Emperor of Latvinia had come here to resolve this issue.

During a pre-negotiation meeting to discuss some details of the contract, former Queen Ramonda attempted to use this as grounds to reduce the industrial aristocratic rights granted to Latvinia. However, the Latvinian Emperor completely ignored her, stating that he would only speak with the ruler of Wakanda, the current Black Panther. "I don't care what the Wakandans and Wakandan nobles think," the Latvinian Emperor told T'Challa. "You demanded the intervention of the Hell Knights in a coup to seize the throne for you, and we not only did that, but also minimized casualties as requested by the Wakandan royal family. Now, don't shift the blame onto the Latvinians. There's no such thing as a free lunch. Any demands for compensation or relinquished rights from Latvinia because of this incident are extremely unreasonable."

"We will open Wakanda," Queen Ramonda said before T'Challa could even speak. Even though Constantine had stated that only Black Panther T'Challa had the authority to speak, Queen Ramonda insisted it was an internal matter for Wakanda, and no one else had the right to interfere. "We will open Wakanda, and then Wakanda's allies will not be limited to Latvinia," she repeated. "We are grateful for everything Latvinia has done for my son, but reality is quite different from what we envisioned. The people of Wakanda will not be satisfied unless Latvinia explains its past actions."

Emperor Latvian glanced at T'Challa, who sat silently on the throne, then exchanged a look with Constantine.

The current situation in Wakanda is a recurring theme in history, with many monarchs facing interference from their maternal families after inheriting the throne. Queen Mother Ramonda has no concern for the people of Wakanda. She is the daughter of a noble family descended from Dora Milaje, where class distinctions far exceed ethnicity, especially among the Golden Horde nobles who possess the bloodlines of the Fourth, Fifth, and Twelfth Dynasties. Because Princess Shuri previously revealed many truths to the people of Wakanda on television, Queen Mother Ramonda is seeking a leader for the Knights of the Fire to conquer the Golden City. This leader cannot be from the Golden Horde; it must be from Latvinia, who supports them.

"I once told the previous Black Panther, En Jadaka, that logistics are paramount in war, and he promised me I wouldn't allow Wakanda to wage war against the world." The Emperor of Latvinia's words implicitly acknowledged En Jadaka's legitimacy, a point that infuriated Queen Mother Ramonda. "Once Wakanda opens its doors, it will inevitably attract greedy eyes. Wakanda possesses vibranium, a resource unique to Earth, giving it a political standing comparable to Saudi Arabia in the international community. I don't mind you using vibranium to satisfy the greed of your nobles; I'm simply telling you that without a war to control vibranium production, Wakanda will never gain true respect."

"We are not afraid of war," Queen Mother Ramonda said. "Wakanda possesses technology that surpasses that of the outside world by more than a thousand years."

"Is this how you deceive yourselves? The purpose of war is to gain benefits. Wakanda may win on the front lines, but only a Pyrrhic victory, scarred and battered. After the war blockade, how long can Wakanda's food supply last? How will the African refugees flooding into Wakanda be accommodated? Do you have sufficient contingency plans and reserves for these matters? Don't you have any expectations in your hearts about how bad the lives of the people of Wakanda will be after the war?" Emperor Latvinia looked at T'Challa and Princess Shuri, who were seated at the other end of the long table. "I don't want to say anything impolite to anyone, but I believe that the true rulers of Wakanda will make a wise decision. I have always advocated unity because Latvinia and Wakanda are in similar situations, and we should not lose any allies for the sake of the future. I will wait in the side hall for twenty minutes and then tell me your answers."

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)