Under the personal leadership of Colonel John, Erik Killmonger entered Chen Mo's office with a mix of great excitement and apprehension.
Seeing Chen Mo sitting behind the wide desk, Erik knelt down excitedly.
"Long live Hydra!"
Erik Killmonger knelt on the ground devoutly, his body trembling slightly with overwhelming excitement. He had finally seen the god of his faith!
As for Chen Mo's Asian appearance, he felt no surprise. He had long known that the Hydra god had many mortal clones; he had previously only known of the "Red Skull" Schmidt. Clearly, the Asian appearance before him was just one of the god's vessels.
"Rise."
Chen Mo's voice was not loud, but it was full of a supreme majesty that shook Erik's heart.
Hydra had spent decades carefully cultivating not just loyal soldiers, but also Chen Mo's most devout believers. Erik's faith in Chen Mo was extremely firm.
"Yes!"
Being able to meet the great god of his faith in person and listen to his teachings filled Erik's heart with incomparable glory and excitement. Hearing Chen Mo's words, he quickly responded respectfully and stood up.
Looking at Erik Killmonger standing before him, Chen Mo nodded with satisfaction. Judging by his exterior alone, Erik was very strong and formidable.
Originally tall and robust, Erik was transformed by the enhanced Super-Soldier Serum to stand over two meters tall, with extremely powerful muscles that strained his combat uniform, full of explosive power.
Coupled with the fierce aura he emitted and his sharp, beast-like eyes, he resembled an ancient predator, giving off a huge sense of intimidation.
Of course, before Chen Mo at this moment, he was more like a tamed beast—powerful, yet docile.
...
No one knew what the two discussed in the office. The next day, after a night of preparation, the two set off from the base in a Hydra fighter jet, heading for Africa.
The Hydra fighter jet sped at full throttle, astonishingly fast, and soon crossed the entire European continent to the south, reaching northeastern Africa. It landed slowly in a desert dozens of kilometers from the border of the Kingdom of Wakanda.
The yellow sand and dust on the ground were blown about by the strong airflow from the engines, swirling around the fighter until it stopped and the engines shut down, allowing the dust in the air to slowly dissipate.
The hatch on the belly slowly opened, and Chen Mo and Erik Killmonger walked down from the plane, with Erik carrying a large bag on his shoulder.
Not far from the Hydra fighter, a small propeller plane was parked. To avoid unnecessary suspicion and trouble, they would fly this ordinary plane directly into Wakanda.
As a top special forces operative, Erik Killmonger had received systematic training in combat, shooting, and special operations, including piloting various aircraft. Flying this small propeller plane was natural for him.
After throwing the bag into the plane's tail compartment, the two boarded the aircraft. With the characteristic hum of the propeller plane, it taxied, took off, and flew towards Wakanda.
Behind them, the hatch of the Hydra fighter slowly closed. Its energy engines spewed blue flames as it took off smoothly, turned north, and quickly disappeared into the sky.
Crossing the border into Wakanda, the surrounding scenery began to change. The desolate Gobi gradually vanished, replaced by endless green grasslands.
Erik Killmonger, inside the plane, looked at the vast grasslands around him and the dense tropical jungle in the distance. His expression was extremely complex; this was his homeland, which he had never seen—Wakanda.
Collecting his thoughts, Erik slowly steered the plane downward. In the distance, a small, humble village came into view.
The plane landed a few hundred meters outside the village. Erik Killmonger dragged the large bag from the compartment, slung it over his shoulder, followed Chen Mo, and walked towards the village.
They were soon spotted by the villagers. Several Wakandans dressed in blue cloaks with strange patterns rode up to confront them.
They were warriors of the Wakandan Border Tribe, living on the border as hunters and herders—a deception to the outside world, hiding Wakanda's advanced technology, while bearing the heavy responsibility of defending the nation.
Chen Mo's gaze lingered on their blue cloaks. According to the movie's plot, these seemingly ordinary, culturally African garments were, in fact, made from vibranium through a special process. Beneath their simple appearance, they could activate a powerful energy shield strong enough to resist sonic cannon attacks.
A large enclosure next to the village held several massive rhinos. Raised by the Border Tribe from birth, they could obey commands. When equipped with thick steel armor, their charging power was enough to flip armored vehicles and shatter the bones of anyone they hit.
At this moment, however, they appeared to be just some gentle giants, pacing slowly in their pen.
The Border Tribe warriors, disguised as herders, had reacted quickly after spotting the plane in the air. As the two had just disembarked and not gone far, several warriors on horseback approached them.
Erik Killmonger's unusually tall and powerful build clearly put them on guard. The warriors fanned out, subtly surrounding the two, their eyes fixed firmly on them. The hands hidden under their cloaks already gripped their weapons, ready to strike at any moment.
The leader, a man with a fierce expression and the bearing of a chieftain, looked at Chen Mo and Erik Killmonger, who had stopped. He glanced at the large bag on Erik's shoulder and asked sternly, "What is this?"
Chen Mo didn't speak. He had already recognized the leader as W'Kabi, the chieftain of the Wakandan Border Tribe and a general in the Wakandan army.
W'Kabi's inquiring gaze fell on Erik, who was carrying the bag. Erik met his gaze calmly and said lightly, "A gift."
After speaking, Erik threw the bag from his shoulder to the ground and bent down to open it.
His actions clearly alarmed the several Border Tribe warriors behind W'Kabi. They quickly drew their weapons and were about to attack Erik, but W'Kabi stretched out an arm in time to stop them. He wanted to see what kind of "gift" these two strangers had brought.
As Erik opened the bag, Ulysses Klaue's vivid, dead face was revealed to all.
W'Kabi took two steps forward, looked down at the corpse in the bag, and confirmed it was indeed Ulysses Klaue. He raised his head, looking seriously at the tall, majestic Erik Killmonger, who exuded a bestial aura, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
...
The news that Ulysses Klaue had been killed and his body delivered spread quickly through the upper echelons of Wakanda.
The elders of the four major tribes, along with important figures such as the King, Queen, Prince, and Princess, all gathered in the palace council hall.
Given the gravity of the matter, Chen Mo and the two were taken by W'Kabi into Wakanda's hidden capital and were heading towards the palace. They wanted to see who had brought them Wakanda's greatest enemy.
Before they arrived, a heated debate had broken out among the high-ranking officials, as one of them, according to W'Kabi's report, claimed to be a Wakandan—yet they were unaware of his existence.
The argument stopped the moment Chen Mo and Erik Killmonger were brought into the council hall by W'Kabi.
Looking at the tall and powerful Erik Killmonger, everyone in the hall couldn't help but think of one person: M'Baku, the leader of the Jabari Tribe—the only one of the five tribes not present. He was similarly tall and strong, like a human beast, but the man before them seemed even taller and stronger than M'Baku.
Could he be from the Jabari Tribe? Such a tall and powerful stature could only be found among the Jabari people, who lived in the mountains of Wakanda. Even among them, he would surely be the strongest.
This would explain why they knew nothing of this outsider who called himself a Wakandan. Of the five major tribes, only the Jabari Tribe refused to use technology, living in isolation in the mountains with little interaction with the others. Naturally, they wouldn't know about their tribesmen.
However, the reality was clearly not as simple as they guessed. The first time King T'Chaka saw Erik Killmonger, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. This man's face was all too familiar, too similar to *that* person, forcing him to recall some unbearable past events he had deliberately forgotten and did not wish to remember.
Chen Mo and Erik Killmonger entered the chamber and stood before everyone. Although the two had brought the enemy they had hunted for decades, they were tied up because their backgrounds were unknown.
Chen Mo didn't care about this; if he wanted, he could break free at any time. He stood there indifferently, taking in the expressions of the people opposite him. T'Chaka's violently fluctuating eyes did not escape his notice.
"Why have you come?" asked the eldest elder of the Merchant Tribe.
"I stand in your shoes to punish those who steal vibranium and kill your people," Erik Killmonger said proudly. "To honor the justice your king could not deliver!"
"What do you want?" asked the elder of the Mining Tribe with the red braid beside him.
Glancing at the Wakandan executives opposite him, Erik Killmonger said in a deep voice, "I want the throne!"