Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 402 Suppliers and Investors (First Update)

T'Challa couldn't provide an answer. Although he was a prince of Wakanda, he had never actually had any contact with the Wakanda's Black Panther God. Only the King of Wakanda could first see the Black Panther God when he consumed the Heart-Shaped Herb, and T'Challa wasn't qualified. So when Salomon brought up the question, he seemed somewhat embarrassed.

Given Wakanda's technological level, T'Challa couldn't possibly be without pride, though he always presented himself to the outside world as an African prince from a poor country. He finally found someone he could talk to without pretense (in fact, Salomon exposed his disguise first, a fact T'Challa wasn't surprised by; otherwise, Wakanda wouldn't have bothered looking for him), but he couldn't answer any of their questions. T'Challa was a young man, and he felt he had lost face in front of his new acquaintance.

Somewhat impatient, T'Challa invited Salomon to fly to Wakanda with him after the ceremony, promising to bring him back the next day. However, Salomon declined the offer; he had other matters to attend to.

However, he still agreed to go to Wakanda if necessary, as long as the address T'Challa provided was correct.

T'Challa cast a questioning look at Salomon. "Are you serious?" he asked. "You should know the real situation in Wakanda, shouldn't you?"

"I have a general understanding."

Since Salomon knew the true situation in Wakanda, he must also know that Wakanda had hidden its territory using technology far beyond this world's, making it impossible for him to enter the real Wakanda even if he knew the address. But T'Challa didn't question it. He made an agreement with Salomon that Salomon would visit Wakanda before the end of Week Zero.

At that time, all questions will be answered, and Wakanda will offer another gift.

"The dwarves and gnomes can be our first suppliers of weapons and equipment, and Wakanda should be the second. Are you listening, Maya?" Salomon faced the full-length mirror and untied the somewhat foolish white bow tie around his neck. The primary purpose of this outfit was to distinguish Oxford students from the local residents in the past, hence the incorporation of features from 16th-century English aristocratic attire. However, these features now looked rather complicated and cumbersome, completely at odds with Salomon's aesthetic sensibilities.

He returned to the Immortal City after the event, and when he got back to his office, he found Maya Hansen asleep on his desk. He had to wake the geneticist to prevent her from smearing her saliva on the alchemy textbook.

"I'm listening." Maya Hansen yawned, then impatiently picked up the heavy book and wobbled to her feet from the high-backed chair. A comical red mark still clung to her face, the pattern of her cufflinks clearly visible. She rubbed her face, trying to clear her head.

"I'm too busy to deal with weapons supplies. Besides, the AI ​​has already taken care of the production line issue, that's what Hammer Industries is all about. It's just that the weapons production line will definitely need to be modified, and you'll have to find someone to handle that yourself."

"I will," Salomon nodded. He planned to hand over the modification of the weapons production line to Stark. Once the modifications were complete and production began, Salomon would have to find other material suppliers. The material suppliers for the weapons weren't a big problem, and Salomon didn't require anything special from a single gun used by genetically modified soldiers; the supply of armor was the real issue.

The dwarves and gnomes, under Odin's orders, will forge one hundred suits of Uru metal armor for him. If his visit to Wakanda goes smoothly, Wakanda should supply vibranium-infused alloys for forging the armor. He believes that with Wakanda's technological level, they will be able to design what he wants, and he also intends to sign a pact with Wakanda, sharing the facilities of the Immortal City in exchange for their aid.

Wakanda would be the most important investor in his project, and Salomon also planned to reach an agreement with Wakanda to jointly develop other planets in the solar system and build a base capable of mass-producing weapons and equipment. He had already figured out what conditions he would use to persuade the Wakanda royal family; as long as the black panther goddess Bastet didn't make any other demands, Salomon believed he could form a strategic alliance with Wakanda.

As for Stark, forget about it. He's a businessman, and the movement of such a large sum of money will definitely attract investigation.

Maya clearly hadn't heard Salomon's earlier words, otherwise she would have questioned why Wakanda could supply equipment. She pointed to the brass frog on the table, her face full of disdain, and asked, "Have you taken a liking to children's toys now? Why are you setting gemstones in a toy frog?"

"This isn't some children's toy, Maya. This is some kind of incredibly powerful artifact." Salomon didn't turn around; he remained facing the mirror, battling with his troublesome attire. The Venerable One had already provided the answer: the two brass frogs' ability was to interact with spacetime.

If used properly, these two brass frogs can even take the user on targeted and precise time travel, and in some cases, even create another timeline. Compared to casting time-related magic, these two brass frogs are incredibly powerful, and using this artifact comes at no cost.

Such powerful magic can be cast without sacrificing one's sanity or internal organs, or without developing deformed limbs or sores.

This item was kept in King Solomon's treasury. Due to the scarcity of information and its great age, even His Holiness did not know how to use it correctly.

Therefore, these two brass frogs can only be stored in Salomon's private vault for now, awaiting analysis after a method of use is found. Along with the two brass frogs is the little black kitten that Bastet gave him. Now, after drinking a large bowl of goat's milk, the kitten is curled up in its cat bed next to the desk and fast asleep. An ordinary person, if not hearing its purring, would have no chance of spotting the kitten in the pitch black.

Salomon will take the kitten home after tonight's social events to keep the Cheshire Cat company.

Salomon ignored the AI's ulterior motives. He had already installed a server matrix on the AI, and the machine would serve him. Salomon was quite satisfied with the AI's anonymous purchase of the weapons production line—the AI ​​first fabricated all the information about an Italian with the identity of a mercenary, including his birth record, and then placed this person in the Italian countryside. When the transport convoy and the accompanying CIA agents came to investigate, the fabricated person's identity was completely plausible, because the AI ​​had already paid an old man to corroborate that identity.

As long as the CIA doesn't conduct on-site investigations in the Middle East, this identity remains impeccable. The next challenge—how to transport the weapons production line to the Immortal City without revealing its location—will require further testing of other AI capabilities, which Salomon is quite confident about. Even if the CIA traces him back to him, he has the ability to eliminate all CIA action teams and hide everyone who knows the secrets.

So far, the machine hasn't encountered any major problems, and the mutually beneficial cooperation can continue.

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(End of this chapter)