"It was forced open without your consent."
"Or rather, you keep records of who comes in."
"A red and black uniform, with two twin blades on the back."
That was right—it was Deadpool. Before leaving, Blaine still wanted to make sure.
"A red and black uniform? Two swords?"
"Breaking in?"
"It seems no one else can find this place except you?"
It sounded reasonable, but it also felt like Blaine was talking about himself, which was a bit awkward. Still, Blaine didn't entirely agree that no one else could find this place. After all, even an ordinary arms dealer like Klaue had managed to locate Wakanda. As for that little bastard, it was hard to say for sure.
That said, what T'Challa said was still credible, especially with mind-reading as confirmation.
The very next second, just as T'Challa was growing curious about what Blaine had experienced and what lay beneath the Vibranium meteorite, Blaine's body suddenly vanished from the spot. Needless to say, he had activated teleportation and left.
"Damn it. You take your things and leave," T'Challa muttered.
"Not even a nice word…"
He clasped his hands behind his back like a little old man and muttered a few complaints toward the empty space where Blaine had disappeared.
"What did you say?"
Suddenly and unexpectedly, Blaine reappeared.
"Uh—uh—nothing, nothing," T'Challa said hurriedly.
"I was praising you. Can you teach me that teleportation trick?"
Watching T'Challa's exaggerated acting, Blaine could only roll his eyes, wondering whether there was some secret way to counter mind-reading. Still, that flailing performance genuinely made him laugh.
"Take this," Blaine said.
"Your sister should be interested."
Without exposing him, Blaine casually tossed a capsule-shaped metal device—about as thick as an arm—toward T'Challa. After leaving a few cold words behind, he vanished once again.
Only T'Challa remained, standing in the breeze and holding the object in a daze. However, the energy fluctuations emanating from the device Blaine had left behind were proof enough that it was something valuable.
T'Challa quickly put it away with excitement and rushed off to find his sister to study it. Fortunately, it had been Blaine—if it were anyone else, T'Challa might have suspected that the capsule-shaped metal device in his hand was a time bomb.
Now, someone might ask what that thing actually was. How should it be explained? Just now, Blaine had communicated with the system, and after spending ten billion points, he copied a skill he had already purchased.
Even Blaine hadn't expected that a skill he'd bought long ago would still require relying on the system—and spending a full ten billion—if he wanted someone else to use it. There was no helping it; after the upgrade, the Hunter System's cheating Version 2.0 really made Blaine feel the pain.
As for that skill, it was the energy shield. Previously, Blaine had thought that Wakanda's outer protective barrier was extremely powerful, since he'd entered so easily. In reality, it could only block ordinary people and average aliens.
For a master like Blaine, it was nothing more than decoration. But since he had promised the prehistoric Bounty Hunter that Wakanda would receive special care, this was a good place to start.
After thinking it over, Blaine decided that the shield needed to be strengthened. First, it had to be able to resist stronger enemies. Second, it had to prevent the intrusion of malicious people like that little bastard. Clearly, this was not only beneficial to Wakanda, but also to Blaine himself. Protecting the altar and returning later was something Blaine had to do.
The United States, New York State, the Queen's Villa area. Blaine, who had been in Wakanda, Africa just moments ago, now appeared in the backyard.
After removing all his equipment, Blaine took a comfortable hot bath. Although there had been no battles during this trip to Wakanda, he still felt tired and exhausted. Perhaps it was because too many things had happened at once, or perhaps because he was still slightly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of useful information he had obtained.
After soaking in the bath and casually filling his stomach, Blaine lay down on the bed and slept deeply.
This time, he slept until the middle of the next day. Today, Blaine planned to go out to restock food, buy some daily necessities, and fill up the refrigerator.
While washing up, he turned on the TV. There was nothing in the news that caught Blaine's attention. It seemed that since the last civil war between Iron Man and Captain America, all the superheroes had become much more restrained. There were only the usual scandals, and no powerful monsters had appeared at all.
However, there were rumors that Hawkeye Barton had secretly gone to an island nation, and that many leaders of the Yamaguchi group had been assassinated.
Now, people like Barton, who were retired and no longer under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control, could move freely. As for people like Natasha, Fury, and Captain America, no one knew where they had gone on vacation.
There were also Vision and Scarlet Witch. It was said that the two had made positive progress and were now spending time together in a small apartment in some city.
Finally, there were Iron Man Tony and little Spider-Man. Because of this calm before the storm, all the Avengers believed the world was at peace.
Even Tony was no exception. These days, aside from continuously upgrading his Mark armor, he was busy tinkering with and developing even more powerful weapons and equipment. It seemed he was also preparing for his wedding with his girlfriend, Pepper Pepper. The two of them were sweet every day, making everyone else jealous.
As for little Spider-Man, Peter Parker, he was swimming in the ocean of knowledge all day long as he prepared to graduate. It was said that because of his good performance during the civil war, Tony had rewarded him with a set of spider armor.
Naturally, with such a set of armor, little Spider-Man became even more smug. However, with his stingy nature, he would be reluctant to wear such awesome equipment unless he encountered a major incident. There was no need to think about it—by now, it was probably collecting dust in the attic of Peter Parker's room.
Because Tony refused to tell him what his next mission was, little Spider-Man put on the uniform Tony had once mocked as "pajamas" and busied himself with so-called work of maintaining community law and order every day. Helping Aunt Wang find a lost cat or something like that, setting an example for urban management, and enthusiastically maintaining peace in Queens. On top of that, he had to report to Tony's lackey, Happy, every day. All things considered, his daily life was fairly fulfilling.
After washing up, Blaine went downstairs and casually ate some fast food, since there was nothing left to eat at home.
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