"Have your subordinates mobilize heavy weapons and be ready at all times. Search Google to read. Install explosives throughout the ground beneath this house where I live…"
Ron possesses super hearing and x-ray vision; as long as he wishes, very little can be hidden from him.
For example, after he was hit yesterday, he heard the sound of a gun bolt inside the car, and his x-ray vision instantly revealed that the leader of that convoy was the Vibranium merchant, Ulysses Klaue.
He glanced at the distant, lush, rolling, beautiful mountains.
"There are three snipers in the mountains 800 meters away, aiming at me from different directions since morning."
"You knew all that?"
Klaw trembled all over. His supposedly secret actions had all been seen through. Ron's calm yet all-knowing gaze made him feel like a Joker. He pressed his hand, his smile ugly, and hastily explained.
"I was just… taking precautions, I didn't intend to do anything."
"Your abilities are terrifying; I was merely trying to protect myself."
"Although the weapons and measures you arranged couldn't even scratch me."
What Klaw thought was a private instruction was no different to Ron than a loud conspiracy whispered into his ear. His eyes were indifferent, as if looking at a dead man.
"But the moment you try to strike at me, your place in Hell is already reserved."
"Snipers?"
Hearing their conversation, Eric, who was holding Klaw hostage, tensed up and quickly moved Klaw around in various directions to dodge and probe.
"They're already dead."
Looking at the frightened Eric, he said.
"When?"
"The moment you came up."
Facing Klaw's terror, Ron casually took a sip of coffee from his chair and said.
With his super speed, the moment Klaw came up and mentioned the people he found, Ron instantly used his laser eyes to precisely kill all three from 800 meters away.
He pierced their sniper rifles and blew up their heads, without causing any disturbance.
In the distant, dense mountains, in three different suitable sniping locations, three gruesome corpses with their heads pierced by laser lay on the ground, their walkie-talkies unanswered.
Cold sweat ran down Klaw's forehead, and he felt a chill down his spine. Ron truly seemed like a demon from legends; nothing could be hidden from a demon's eyes, and a demon could do anything.
And the worst part was that he now wanted to kill him, filling him with both fear and anger.
"You can't do this.
You asked me to find someone for you, but you didn't tell me that the person you found would kill me."
He shouted in shock and anger, feeling like he had been played for a Joker.
"This is too unfair to me."
"There is nothing in this World that I cannot do.
It only depends on whether I want to."
Ron shook his finger, softly correcting his mistake.
He does whatever he wants; no one can restrain him with anything.
There was only one transaction between them.
"Aren't you going to make your move?"
Looking at Eric, he asked.
"No… no! Listen, your father was killed by T'Chaka, and it has nothing to do with me.
I was caught by T'Chaka and almost killed for helping your father steal Vibranium from Wakanda."
Klaw tried to save himself, pulling open the brand on his neck, trying to play on sympathy.
Eric didn't believe his sophistry at all and savagely slashed with his dagger.
"Go explain it to my father in the afterlife."
"They killed the boss, open fire!"
Klaw's subordinates, who had rushed to the second floor, roared, about to open fire.
Bang, bang, deafening gunshots rang out.
Ron's eyes moved, and the World seemed to press the pause button. The smoke from the bullets fired from the muzzles had not yet dispersed, frozen in mid-air.
He raised his finger and lightly tapped. A plasma energy ray struck the ground, exploding with energy and blowing everyone away.
Fragile human remains flew everywhere.
The next second, the speed returned to normal.
Eric blinked and saw Ron sitting motionless in his original spot, while all those people were blown away. The World seemed to have been edited. His pupils contracted, and he swallowed.
"How did you do that?"
Ignoring him, Ron stood up and stepped over the bodies.
"Let's go, take your enemy's corpse.
Return to your longed-for Wakanda."
Klaw's corpse was a token of allegiance, allowing Eric, who had never lived on Wakanda's land, to meet T'Chaka and for the people of Wakanda to accept his token of allegiance.
"Yes."
Daring not to disobey, Eric crouched down and hoisted the still-warm corpse, but a chill ran down his spine.
This man in front of him was not only strangely powerful, but his mind was even more terrifying. He had Klaw bring him here, but his true purpose was actually for him to kill Klaw and bring him back to Wakanda.
So what was his purpose in letting him return to Wakanda to seek revenge and ascend to the throne? Was it really that simple that he would believe he would keep his promise?
On the way out of the manor with Eric, Ron strolled leisurely, with mercenaries occasionally rushing up with submachine guns or trying to shoot from a distance.
He lightly tapped his finger, sometimes exploding, sometimes piercing, as if playing a ruthless symphony composed of screams and wails, blood and Death.
No matter how many enemies rushed up, the precisely controlled energy was always just enough to kill them.
No matter what cover the opponent hid behind, even the thickest, hardest concrete and rebar were penetrated like tofu by his energy rays.
By the time they were led out of the manor, Eric had witnessed over a hundred lives perish before his eyes, while Ron's expression was calm, as if he had stepped on a pile of ants.
He couldn't help but feel a deeper fear; this person in front of him seemed more like a merchant of slaughter, and even that title seemed a bit inadequate.
At the entrance of the manor.
"Klaw has a vast amount of Vibranium; aren't we going to look for it?"
Having walked out and looked back, Eric asked, steeling himself.
Leaving aside the use of Vibranium, it was wealth worth tens of billions of U.S. dollars.
Even Iron Man Tony Stark, the most famous billionaire in the United States, would not casually disregard tens of billions of U.S. dollars.
"His Vibranium?
No, that's mine."
Ron said.
He didn't care about wealth worth tens of billions of U.S. dollars; in fact, this batch of Vibranium was dispensable to him.
But viewing Wakanda as his own possession, by extension, what Klaw stole was his.
That batch of Vibranium now lay quietly at the bottom of a nearby lake.
Klaw's meticulously managed stronghold was almost transparent to him.
When Klaw discussed Vibranium with him, he ignored him because there was no need to discuss it.
…
Wakanda.
A third-World country located in Africa, poor and backward, with its main industries being the production of textiles, wool, and clothing. Most people in the World didn't even know there was such a small country on Earth.
But this was merely a facade.
They saw the backward villages outside Wakanda from afar.
"We're here, Wakanda, I'm back!"
Carrying a body bag, Eric was incredibly excited.
Although he was a Wakandan noble, he had never actually returned to Wakanda, only learning about it from the books his father left behind.
Ron walked slowly, his expression calm.
"I have no identity on this Earth; the Lord of Wakanda will be the first title that can define my identity."
"Stop.
The area ahead is our territory; no closer."
People from Wakanda's Frontier Tribe, dressed in their characteristic blue-dominated attire, rode up on horses, long knives hanging from their waists, to intercept them.
Coming before the two, the leader, Frontier Tribe Chief W'Kabi, in his early twenties, reined in his horse, gazed at them, and said sternly.
"Turn back the way you came; Wakanda does not welcome outsiders!"