Chapter 10 - Ch: 165-170

Chapter 165 Tony: Everyone is here to poach our talents, right?

Coming out of the portal, Steve summoned his motorcycle mount, activated the liquid nitrogen acceleration, and unfolded his glider.

Gliding through the air, the whistling wind on both sides brought back the feeling of soaring through the sky, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was quite enjoyable to do it occasionally.

He landed in front of the Villa, gracefully putting away his motorcycle.

The glass door automatically opened, and Jarvis's voice automatically rang out.

"Welcome, Captain."

"Thanks. Has Rhodes arrived?"

Steve saw that the living room was empty, so he assumed Rhodes must be in the underground laboratory. In the distance was a vast, endless sea, and at the very edge of the horizon, he could vaguely make out the coastline.

"Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Stark are in the underground laboratory."

Following the winding stairs down, just as he reached the laboratory door, he could see the two arguing through the transparent glass.

"I understand you want to avenge Happy, but that's no reason for you to be so crazy! Can't you calm down?!"

Rhodes stood with his hands on his hips, somewhat angry. He was genuinely worried that his friend was going to go off the rails.

For revenge, he was frantically using satellites to monitor and track the enemy's whereabouts. At the same time, he continued to develop new Iron Man Suits, as only the Suits could give him a sense of security.

"Calm down? They've already issued a declaration of war to me! How can I be calm?!"

Tony pulled up the video of the Ten Rings Gang's leader, Mandarin, declaring war. It showed Mandarin's widespread acts of evil.

Not only was there Carnage, but also threats, demanding that the affected areas follow his orders, or face execution.

Many warlords had already fallen at his hands, many of whom were overseas agents supported by the CIA.

This had infuriated Valentina of the CIA. According to the plot, the CIA should have been responsible for dealing with this Terrorist organization.

But recently, an interesting thing was discovered: Killianhad come to Pepper to discuss a collaboration.

Pepper had just given birth to Steve's child and had long since handed over Stark Industries' affairs to Ice Man, the secretary Tony had recruited.

As a result, Killian, for some unknown reason, went crazy and actually tried to pursue Ice Man under the guise of negotiations!

On the surface, this just seemed like a story of poaching, and there was nothing to be surprised about.

However, Tony's secretary was a Mutant, and a man! Killian was also a man. Was this a bit too 'man on man'?

Ice Man, however, flatly refused. After the new President took office, he began promoting multiculturalism, so there was a relatively tolerant attitude towards 'wrestling philosophy'.

Happy, as the head of security, happened to witness this scene and called Tony to report it.

The implication was, 'Boss, someone is trying to poach your wall. What do you want me to do?'

Tony's expression was also strange after hearing this. What kind of 'wrestling philosophy' was this? Insane!

So he didn't pay much attention to it, and he also trusted Ice Man greatly. They had been together for over a year, and he knew the other person's character very well.

Pepper had been taken by Steve, but Ice Man couldn't be taken by him, nor could anyone else take him.

Originally, the matter would have stopped there. Killianjust intended to disgust Tony. If the special project cooperation could be achieved, that would naturally be for the best.

With Stark's financial support, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to find money.

Wasn't funding Terrorists also for the sake of getting money? If there was a rich benefactor, why bother being a Terrorist?

Happy, out of trust for Tony, secretly went to follow Killian.

He didn't find Killian, but he did see Killian's subordinate, Savin, making a deal with a man.

Their meeting place wasn't the dark, damp, cold alleyways of traditional movies. Instead, it was in a bustling commercial building plaza, surrounded by shops.

There was a lot of foot traffic here; people always enjoyed shopping, and occasionally couples would come to watch movies together, then grab a coffee afterward to enjoy the capitalist life. If they were interested, there was a hotel right next door!

Happy waited until the other party had finished their transaction, then pretended to be in a hurry and bumped into the man, causing his briefcase to fall to the ground.

The case opened, revealing some strange potions inside, not in test tubes, but made into airplane toy models using special gyroscopes.

While apologizing to the other party, Happy also managed to pilfer a vial.

The other party didn't even notice, looking somewhat guilty, and without checking, picked up the briefcase and left in a hurry.

Just when everything seemed to be going smoothly, Savin suddenly appeared and stopped Happy, demanding the stolen item.

Happy naturally wouldn't admit it; his intuition told him there must be some secret involved! A secret that couldn't see the light of day!

Savin lost patience and dragged Happy, threatening to go to the Police and check the surveillance footage.

Savin should have been the guilty party, the one who was nervous, so why was he so righteous?

This abnormal scene also enraged Happy. He had to create chaos to make his escape.

Thinking this, Happy angrily threw a left hook, hitting the man squarely on the bridge of the nose. An ordinary person would surely have been knocked out.

But Savin, strengthened by the virus, merely turned his head slightly. Then he slowly turned around, looking at Happy with disdain.

"Is that all?"

Happy was furious. He was, after all, the head of security, and he did have some martial arts skills! Just not many!

Two consecutive punches landed, but let alone knocking him out, his nasal bone remained firm and unbroken.

"You fat man are truly weak. Go to hell with Stark!"

In Happy's terrified eyes, Savin grabbed his wrist. Under the immense grip, his arm felt as if it had broken!

With a gentle flick, Happy was thrown more than ten meters away.

On the other side, the homeless man who had traded with Savin eagerly took the potion.

This potion was advertised as being able to cure diseases, regenerate lost limbs, and grant immense power.

In this era of Super Heroes, without superpowers, you were just a stray dog on the side of the road!

But if something so good existed, why would it be his turn to use it?

There were also surveillance personnel observing from the periphery, collecting data and transmitting it back to better improve the virus.

Not long after the homeless man took the potion, his entire body began to heat up. He had already developed severe kidney failure, a deadly disease!

He had no medical drugs to take, and even if there were drugs to slow it down, he couldn't afford them!

Capitalism doesn't save the poor!

Unfortunately, the Extremis was not very compatible with him. While repairing internal organ damage, it released a large amount of heat.

The conflict between his genes and the virus caused his temperature to rise higher and higher.

Boom!

Suddenly, the explosive air current swept nearly twenty meters, sending surrounding pedestrians flying. The shop windows were shattered, and even the customers inside were tragically killed!

Happy was lucky; there was a Christmas tree in front of him that provided some cover.

But even so, Happy was severely injured and fell to the ground unconscious.

Savin was also directly hit by the explosion, but he was completely unharmed. His blown-off limbs regenerated at an astonishing speed, which seemed incredible!

After watching the video, Rhodes fell silent. It was then that he was surprised to realize Steve had entered at some point.

"Captain, when did you arrive?"

Steve was holding red wine, his Suit replaced by a shirt, magically conjured by the floating cloak, which perfectly accentuated his muscles. The originally loose shirt was tightly fitted, as if he was afraid people wouldn't know he had muscles.

"You two are a bit like dolphins fighting over a bunch of grapes."

Steve picked up his wine glass and quipped. This was originally a jab Rhodes made at Tony and Pepper at the end of Iron Man 2.

Now Pepper had been taken by him and had even given birth to a daughter. This line naturally wasn't said, and instead, Steve was teasing Rhodes.

"Oh! Shit! Captain, I'm a married man."

Rhodes immediately stepped forward to clarify, almost giving a triple denial: No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

Tony looked at Steve, raised an eyebrow, and instead of continuing the topic, shifted his attention.

"Steve, what did you see after you went through that portal?"

"A sky full of aliens, countless Chitauri Legion, and a sense of our own insignificance. If it weren't for me, the World might have already been destroyed by them."

Steve was not modest at all. What humility and courtesy? He was Captain America!

Rhodes' eyes widened. Wasn't this clearly saying that Captain was the MVP of the New York Battle?

"Believe me, they'll be back. They came in the nineties; if you don't believe me, go ask Fury. Forget it, let's not talk about this. You'll see for yourselves when you get the chance. If I say too much, my war trauma will act up again. Let's talk about your business. Rhodes, did you call me over to counsel this patient about his psychological problems?"

Steve walked to the control panel, clicked on the data collected by Jarvis, and began to review it.

"Tony has gone crazy, declaring war on the Ten Rings Gang and giving them his address. The Ten Rings Ganghas a huge influence in the Middle East, and their operations once expanded into Africa.

The Military and the CIA are both tracking their whereabouts, but no one knows who they are or where they are."

Rhodes was somewhat helpless. This time, the other party launched an attack on home soil, taking advantage of the turbulent times.

Weapons modified from Chitauri wreckage had already fallen into the wrong hands. Not long ago, a couple was arrested for robbing a bank using modified Chitauriweapons!

High-tech weapons made ordinary people dangerous, and various modification experiments led to an increase in the number of super-powered individuals.

"Jarvis, reconstruct the scene of Happy's explosion."

Tony clapped his hands, not continuing the discussion. He didn't care about these things; he only cared about how to avenge Happy.

Go through legal procedures? The law is for the weak, not for the strong.

In the face of the law, Terrorists didn't take it seriously at all.

The advanced artificial intelligence quickly demonstrated its capabilities, not only recreating the scene with a holographic projection but also providing various explosion parameters.

Temperature, range, time, location, affected areas, and so on.

The three of them keenly noticed a problem: the explosion temperature was actually three thousand degrees! And there were no shrapnel, sulfuric acid, or saltpeter left at the scene, not even gunpowder residue!

This was not normal, far too abnormal!

The explosion temperature of normal explosives is around two thousand degrees; only a few special explosives can reach three thousand degrees.

Among known explosives, there was nothing that could leave no shrapnel or gunpowder residue.

That's why it was said to be abnormal!

Tony keenly noticed this, and he wondered if Steve's arrival had sparked his inspiration.

"Jarvis, gather all explosion cases worldwide, filtering only those over three thousand degrees in the last two years."

At his command, a flat map of the World appeared.

Each explosion case was marked with a red dot. These were all explosion incidents.

Soon, the red dots disappeared, leaving only a handful of seven cases, all of which exceeded three thousand degrees.

All three focused their attention on the most recent explosion case, which also had detailed descriptions, including victims, location, time, and dossier.

Tennessee, Yoakum County, Rose Hill, retired serviceman Capillo, right hand missing due to an overseas mission!

"There's a problem here. We need to investigate."

Rhodes also keenly realized this and immediately prepared to set off.

Just then, the doorbell rang. The three turned to look at the screen; it was a woman looking for Tony.

Steve guessed her identity. The time was almost right anyway; he still had to have dinner with T'Challa and immediately pick up Bucky.

"It seems Tony found a woman to help him release work pressure. Rhodes, we should go; let's not stay here and be a third wheel.

Tony, I'll give you a surprise later, and information on a HYDRA branch. Let's go kill them together!"

Outside was Dr. Maya, one of Tony's past one-night stands.

Steve had no intention of wearing used shoes, because Edith had already retrieved Dr. Maya's history. This seemingly gentle woman was actually a 'hundred-man slayer'!

No, thank you. Get out, bus!

Rhodes shrugged, clearly well aware of Tony's preferences. When they went to Afghanistan together, each of them took a flight attendant to their room to discuss import and export trade.

"This isn't my appointment. Do I look like that kind of person?"

Tony spread his hands, speechless. He had reformed, and he no longer had the energy for such things.

"Be confident; remove 'like'!"

Steve patted his shoulder and left arm-in-arm with Rhodes.

Tony was speechless, wondering who it was, until Jarvisreminded him that it was something from over a decade ago.

Dr. Maya was a 'hundred-man slayer,' and Tony was also a 'hundred-man slayer.' One could only say that Aquaman and the bus, neither should laugh at the other.

The War Machine Suit opened, and Rhodes stepped inside. The open parts automatically closed and locked. This was the latest Suit, personally modified by Tony.

"I'm going first, Captain!"

The two waved in greeting, and after Rhodes left,

A portal opened behind him. Steve nodded to the Ancient One on the other side and stepped into the portal.

First back to the Villa, then from the Villa to the restaurant Hill had booked.

Chapter 166: Bucky Returns, Shuri Chats Up

In Brooklyn, at a private Chinese restaurant, it was not open to the public tonight.

Steve, along with Hill and the others, met with Black Panther T'Chaka and his sister Su Rui.

"We have not failed you; your friend has been cured."

The Black Panther stepped aside, revealing Bucky with a calm expression behind him.

Steve hugged him tightly and clapped him on the shoulder.

"You finally woke up, kid. How do you feel?"

"Not bad. I watched the video of you in the New York Battle. You fought well. Remember to bring me next time."

Bucky grinned. Seeing his childhood friend again, he felt that things had changed.

He could feel that Steve had changed. As for what he had become, perhaps he was less rigid and righteous. He had learned to live the life he wanted, instead of being a soldier living for the U.S..

"Definitely. There are many more wars waiting for us in the future.

This is Hill, this is Sharon, and this is Nissa. They are all my wives.

This is Bucky, my childhood best friend. We fought side by side during World War II and defeated Red Skulltogether."

Steve smiled as he introduced Bucky to his wives. Some things were perfect for Bucky to handle.

Everyone nodded slightly in greeting, and Bucky was stunned by the beauty of the three women.

If it was just beauty, it would be no different from a red-faced skeleton. But they all possessed unique temperaments, attracting men's gazes continuously just by standing there.

Taking out a phone and handing it over, Steve looked at Bucky solemnly.

"You killed Howard and his wife before. Their son, Tony, is seeking revenge against you.

I've already spoken with him. He's in trouble now. Go help him. Resolve this grievance and don't leave any hidden dangers.

I'm worried someone might use this to scheme against us, and it could turn into a civil war."

Bucky took the phone without any hesitation or thanks.

"I'm leaving now. Take care."

"After this is over, we'll have dinner together."

Steve patted his shoulder and watched Bucky leave.

The best way to avoid a civil war is honesty. If many things aren't made clear, people won't know each other's thoughts.

After Bucky left, Steve invited the Black Panther to dinner.

As they sat down, the Black Panther began to introduce his sister.

"This is my sister, Su Rui. She studied in the U.S. before returning to Wakanda.

She is very intelligent. Many of Wakanda's technologies were invented by her, and she even helped treat your friend Bucky."

To be honest, Steve had no interest in Black women. They were dark-skinned, and he didn't particularly like their complexion.

Even as the Princess of Wakanda, Su Rui wasn't particularly beautiful. She was average, which was good enough.

Average looks, average figure, average everything, only her intelligence was truly top-notch, and her problem-solving thinking was very unique.

For example, the Vision robot, made of Vibranium, was pierced through, causing internal circuit failure.

Even Banner found this injury impossible to treat, but she could gradually heal it by meticulously dissecting it.

This method was very clumsy, a highly inefficient approach.

Yet, in her hands, it appeared incredibly exaggerated, almost giving a sense of turning decay into magic.

"Hello, Captain. I used to only see you on television, and now I finally see you in person.

All my roommates admire you. They even said they'd throw themselves at you to marry you!"

Su Rui's smile was very bright. Her words contained no flattery, yet carried a hint of eagerness to please.

Forget it, if the lights were off, they would all be pretty much the same. If she could help me, she might be able to create many incredible technologies!

Su Rui didn't know that with a single thought, she had already become prey.

If she's useful, use her a lot. If she's not useful? Then use her even harder!

Poor Su Rui, she thought she had met the bright, righteous, and handsome Captain America, but he was already thinking about how to exploit her.

"Haha, it's all just people exaggerating. I'm just a normal person; the media has simply idealized me."

Steve smiled as he shook her hand, without pride or complacency.

This composure also made Black Panther T'Challa look at him differently. He could tell at a glance whether it was a disguise or not.

The truth was just as Steve said: he was just an ordinary person. Setting aside his identity as Captain America, he was just a super soldier with a bit more strength.

Lust was never a bonus point. When T'Challa studied in the U.S., he saw many rich people playing even dirtier than Steve.

It was supposedly a civilized society, yet it retained barbaric and backward customs, and it was precisely those people who treated women the least like humans.

"You are humble. I toast you."

T'Challa raised his glass and clinked it with Steve's, downing it in one go and turning the glass upside down, not a single drop remaining! This was the way men drank and the etiquette between them!

The group chatted happily. In the twentieth century, it would have been hard to imagine Black people sitting at the same table to eat.

"My cousin, Killmonger, has always sought revenge. Years ago, his father, my uncle, secretly transported and sold Wakandan Vibranium.

This is not allowed. Vibranium is a strategic material and absolutely forbidden to be sold.

When my father confronted my uncle, he accidentally killed him. Killmonger saw this and held it in his heart.

He has now initiated a traditional duel, wanting to be king, which requires winning a fight. What do you think I should do?"

The beginning was a story, and Steve was enjoying the show. But the question at the end caught him off guard.

Hill continued to sip her red wine unhurriedly. She didn't like the food here. Compared to the automatic cooking in the Villa's kitchen, it was like heavenly delicacies versus mere sustenance from the ground—there was no comparison.

Sharon and Nissa, on the other hand, were chatting and laughing with Su Rui, who said the food here was quite good.

So Sharon took the initiative to invite her to walk around and see how the food was prepared in the kitchen.

They had eaten more delicious food, never getting tired of it. Now, looking back and eating the meals they used to have frequently, they found it hard to swallow.

The four words 'color, aroma, and taste' are hard to understand. But when it comes to whether it's delicious or not, it's very intuitive to know that the exquisite dishes here were indeed unpalatable!

If they left Steve, Hill wondered if they would even survive!

The threshold had been raised too high, whether it was two hours each time or the daily consumption of food, clothing, and necessities; everything had been elevated to the extreme.

Once you've experienced better, you won't look back at the worse.

The Black Panther noticed that Steve's three wives weren't eating much, while Steve himself was devouring everything, picking up dishes and rotating the table without any politeness.

"I am not from Wakanda, I don't know, and I can't give you advice."

Steve wouldn't fall for that. He knew the Black Pantherwas confused, but no matter how confused he was, it had nothing to do with him.

He was Captain America, not the Black Panther's father. He had no reason or obligation to analyze things for him.

"Haha, it's strange to say, but I felt you could give me advice, so I asked.

Come, let's have a drink. I must be a bit muddle-headed."

T'Challa raised his glass with a wry smile. He, too, had lost his head; why would he discuss such matters with an outsider like Steve?

This was a family disgrace, wasn't it! It was utterly improper to tell an outsider such things; he had made a huge fool of himself!

Steve, however, nonchalantly raised his glass and clinked it with his. If he could handle Ancient One, then one more Su Rui wasn't too many, and one less wasn't too few.

"Do what you think is right. Even if you make a mistake, you won't have any psychological burden.

That's how I am. I only believe what I know and what I think is right. If a person doesn't even have their own stance, how can they talk about independence and autonomy?"

"That makes sense. You're right, what you think yourself is the most important.

Steve, you are a good person. I consider you a friend. If I ever need your help in the future, please don't refuse."

Bang!

Glasses clinked, and the two drank glass after glass.

"If you invite me to Wakanda to eat your roasted whole lamb, I might consider it. But if it's about fighting and killing, you'll find my phone unreachable! Haha!"

High-level hunters often appear in the form of prey.

On the other side, after Su Rui and the others came out of the kitchen, they glanced at the two men chatting happily; they seemed to be getting along well.

Standing in front of a huge fish tank in the middle, they watched goldfish swim around.

Su Rui began to ask Sharon and Nissa about Steve.

"Does Steve like Eastern cuisine very much? Does he like barbecue?"

The inexplicable questions sounded a bit off-topic.

Sharon glanced at her husband, then at Su Rui, who was teasing the goldfish in front of the fish tank. She knew exactly what the other person was feeling; it was just like those new young women at S.H.I.E.L.D.inquiring about her husband's whereabouts and hobbies.

They clearly yearned to know the inside story, yet they put on an act of indifference.

It wasn't that they were being manipulative, but rather there was a kind of innocent shyness.

If they were manipulative, they would definitely build good relationships with his intimate partners, and then subtly get close to Steve, taking an indirect route.

We're all friends, is it too much to ask you to introduce me to your husband?

Not at all!

Don't let the manipulative women succeed, or you'll see how mistresses rise to power!

"He has a good appetite, eats everything, and his favorite thing is discussing import and export trade."

Sharon smiled mysteriously.

The trade you speak of had better be trade!

Pfft!

Nissa chuckled softly beside her. In her evening gown, though nothing was revealed, there was an indescribable elegance.

Since giving birth, she had withdrawn from the stage, returning home to be a wife and mother, living a simple, peaceful, yet very warm life.

Every time she saw girls admiring and trying to approach her husband, she couldn't help but burst into laughter; it was too funny!

Seeing Su Rui's expression turn a bit sour, Nissa quickly added a cover-up.

"Hehe, I was thinking of my daughter. She's very curious about the World now, interested in everything.

She always wants to see the sky outside, to explore the World more.

If she could be as smart as you in the future, that would be truly lucky!"

Daughter?

Su Rui keenly noticed this point. She knew Nissa was Steve's wife.

That wedding, with one groom and several brides, was utterly absurd. You could do that, but to flaunt it was clearly asking for trouble, wasn't it?

In scientific research, Su Rui alone could be worth ten Steves.

But when it came to muddling the waters and leaving a way out, a hundred Su Ruis were no match for Steve!

Why publicize it? It was Ancient One throwing mud on herself.

Impeccable, flawless—that's a saint. A saint's reputation is good, but only the dead are called saints.

Because they will no longer make mistakes; their reputation and achievements are already set in stone. No matter what future generations say, they are saints. Once dead, they cannot make mistakes.

Living saints always make mistakes due to various experiences.

The higher they are praised, the harder they fall.

From love to hate, it's just two extremes. Danica once tried this trick against him, but failed and was reduced to a maid.

Later, Gorgon also planned to do the same, but was killed by Steve right at the beginning. He also exposed Nissa as a Vampire, determined to ruin Steve's reputation.

Once Captain America's fans found out their idol married a heinous Vampire, what kind of expression would they have?

It's hard not to suspect whether Captain America is also a villain! The more fanatical they were before, the stronger their attack power would be after becoming anti-fans!

Blizzard: I understand this!

Upon hearing this, Su Rui only briefly complained, then asked curiously.

"Nissa, what is your daughter's name?"

"Hehe, I won't tell you now, I'll tell you later."

Nissa winked playfully, completely in the manner of a close friend sharing secrets.

Not telling the name was to protect her daughter. If she were traced, her daughter would be in danger.

Sharon watched Su Rui from the side, finding it amusing. All of this was truly funny.

"Su Rui, does Wakanda not allow marriage outside its borders? Wouldn't that lead to suspicions of inbreeding?"

This was a good question. Everyone said Wakanda was isolationist. So the question was, how exactly did these primitive African tribes marry?

Su Rui's expression became a bit strange upon hearing this. Her emotional intelligence was average, but she still caught the teasing in the other person's words.

"Wakanda has many tribes. Every king's wife is either the daughter or sister of another tribal chief.

Or they come from the Royal Guard, whose members are selected from commoners, so what you mentioned would not happen."

"I didn't mean it that way. We don't know much about Wakanda. If merely asking made you uncomfortable, I apologize."

Sharon was indeed very curious about Wakanda. Her reason for coming out, besides wanting to go on a date with her husband, was also to see what this rumored high-tech nation was truly like.

Africa has always been synonymous with savagery and backwardness.

Chapter 167 Invited to Travel to Wakanda

Sharon's preemptive apology made Su Rui a little embarrassed. She wondered if she had judged a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and if so, she would be quite apologetic.

"It's okay, actually, it's my problem. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I apologize to you."

After Su Rui finished speaking, she even bowed solemnly to Sharon in apology.

"There's no need for that. If you don't mind, we're friends. Since we're friends, there's no need to be so cautious. Just say what's on your mind, make a joke, don't be so reserved."

Sharon helped the other party up. Really, are all Africans so simple and honest?

Whether it was genuine simplicity or feigned simplicity, that remained unknown.

If things ended here, it could be said that it could only develop into a friendship.

But Okoye, the Captain of the Royal Guard, who was standing nearby, stepped forward in a rage. Seeing the Princess humiliated was worse than killing her. The duty of the Royal Guard was to protect the royal family members. Make the Princess apologize? What nerve!

"How dare you! How dare you make the Princess do that!

Princess, Wakanda never bullies outsiders, but it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to bully Wakanda!"

The bald, dark-skinned woman with a thin neck and a big nose and face indignantly chastised Sharon, adopting an arrogant posture that was quite irritating to behold.

"Okoye, it's not what you think."

Su Rui quickly stepped forward to explain. She didn't want to make an enemy of Steve's wife over such a small matter.

Sharon was the Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and S.H.I.E.L.D. was the largest Agent organization. Making an enemy of them would be very disadvantageous for Wakanda.

Okoye rarely came out. Her view was that Wakandawas supreme, and she had no good face for anyone outside of Wakanda.

Sharon glanced at Okoye, not angry, but smiling gently.

"You look like you have some strength. I've long heard that Wakanda's warriors are exceptional. Sand Dust Angel, come here."

No sooner had she spoken than a tall woman weighing over two hundred pounds leaped down from the second-floor railing.

She landed silently, her boots firmly absorbing the sound. She raised her head, looking at Okoye with defiant eyes.

"This is my bodyguard. If you defeat her, I can apologize to Su Rui.

But if you lose! Then you'll have to apologize to me. Do you dare to accept?"

Sharon wanted to test Wakanda's strength. She had just glanced at the spear held by the other party and found that its head was made of Vibranium!

Besides Wakanda, the only other source of Vibraniumwas another race in the deep sea, which was currently inaccessible, almost saying, 'Come back later to explore this area.'

Therefore, the outflow of Vibranium was very scarce, and Vibranium was also difficult to refine. Although it was strong, it also had its drawbacks.

These were not the main points. The main point was that Steve had told her before that Wakanda was a high-tech nation, not a small African country.

Since it was a technologically advanced nation, with a scientific level at least fifty years ahead of the outside World, why didn't the Royal Guard use sonic weapons or laser weapons that surpassed traditional gunpowder weapons? Instead, they used traditional weapons like spears, which seemed rather comical!

Yes, we have high-tech spacecraft, supersonic maglev trains, and energy shields. But our primary methods of attack are still spears, scimitars, and hand-to-hand combat.

This was very comical, something to laugh your head off about!

Sharon didn't mock, but was very interested in exploring. If it was because of powerful physiques, where an individual's punch or kick was already stronger than traditional weapons, just like her husband Steve, whose punch delivered thirty tons of force, such destructive power was no different from high explosives, so naturally, fists were the most powerful weapons.

But the bald, dark-skinned woman in front of her didn't look like a reinforced super soldier at all.

She looked more like a rigorously trained soldier, not a super soldier. They could achieve superb combat skills in fighting, but they still couldn't surpass a super soldier.

Only the Vibranium spear in their hands had an unyielding sharpness. Setting aside this strategic material, were they really qualified?

So she thought of 'meeting friends through martial arts.' You're very good at fighting, aren't you? Then let's have a match and let her see what you've got!

Su Rui looked at Sharon, then at Okoye, and for a moment couldn't make up her mind.

"Okay, I accept."

After Okoye spoke, she immediately gripped her Vibranium spear with both hands, stepping forward with her left foot, her back foot's toes resting on the ground, instantly adopting a combat stance.

Sand Dust Angel also showed caution. She touched her hands together, making a gesture similar to cupping her fists. A nano-metal spread from her wrists, enveloping her hands to form gauntlets.

Su Rui was stunned watching from the side. She had also resolved to research how to nanonize Vibranium, but it had been delayed.

Even without seeing Zhao Hailun's invention, she would only need a month to replicate nanotech.

The real key wasn't in the nanonization technology itself, but in how to make Vibranium, such a sturdy metal, capable of being nanonized. That was the true crux.

Store it when not in use, and when needed, spread it out to cover the entire body, transforming from liquid metal to solid metal after forming, balancing both defense and offense.

This was the most difficult part. Now, someone was demonstrating nanotech in actual combat right in front of her. For a moment, she forgot to be concerned and just wanted to see how effective this nanonization technology was!

"Be careful, Okoye, don't lose face. If you really can't win, just surrender. I'll make you some more equipment later."

Before the fight even began, Su Rui was already implying that Okoye couldn't win.

To Okoye, these words only made her bald head shine brighter, seemingly without any other effect.

This Princess, she's talking nonsense. How could I possibly lose?

Wakanda's warriors were all elite, three points stronger than regular armies outside.

Moreover, although the weapons they used were primitive, it didn't mean they didn't use other high-tech.

Sand Dust Angel began to secrete adrenaline, boosting her strength and defense to the extreme, comparable to titanium alloy.

With a sudden burst of power from her waist, Okoye's spear thrust straight at her opponent. This stance was not like a martial arts contest at all, but more like a killing blow.

Sand Dust Angel also became annoyed. Since you don't want to fight fairly, then don't blame him for being impolite.

She reached out to block the spear, but at the moment of contact, she suddenly shifted, avoiding its sharp point, grabbing the shaft, and then kicking out.

Okoye clearly hadn't realized the opponent's formidable strength, still thinking she was an ordinary person.

As a result, her spear was snatched away, and she was kicked flying.

She didn't hold back, and Sand Dust Angel naturally wouldn't either. A full-power kick like that could almost instantly kill a super soldier.

Okoye was only seriously injured and fell outside the restaurant. If it weren't for the kinetic energy-absorbing properties of her battle suit, she would probably be dead!

This scene alarmed the other members of the Royal Guard. Two people went to treat Okoye's injuries and stabilize her condition, while the others filed in, directly surrounding Sharon and her two companions.

Steve and T'Challa were still discussing women, asking how to pursue girls.

T'Challa had a girlfriend, but unfortunately, they had broken up. She was the strongest warrior in the Royal Guard. According to Wakandan rules, the King's wife should also be a warrior, the strongest and most skilled female warrior in the Royal Guard.

The rules they passed down were that only if both parents had strong genes would their children be even stronger.

This was similar to the environment in Africa, where both humans and animals tended to choose superior genes rather than inferior ones.

"How did you two break up?"

Steve became a bit gossipy. This seemed like a secret! Was it a royal secret? He didn't know, but when movie characters stood before him alive, not discussing heroism, but rather talking about everyday life and gossip, it felt very real.

"It's just that our personalities weren't compatible."

T'Challa stammered, some things he was too embarrassed to say. It concerned a man's dignity, and indeed, it was difficult to talk about. To divert attention, he asked a question in return.

"By the way, how do you make your wives coexist harmoniously?"

This was a question many people were concerned about. This gossip also circulated in the city, and many Captain America fans would discuss all sorts of gossip about Steve. Besides discussing movies, they would discuss his personal life, talking about everything and anything, wishing they knew even how many hairs he had.

Serious fans discussed combat power; less serious fans discussed combat power on the Simmons mattress.

"Twenty centimeters, two hours."

Steve smiled mysteriously, very confident.

This statement directly broke T'Challa, who remained silent for a long time.

Crazy!

Would he believe it? Is this even human? You're kidding!

Yes, you're kidding me, a dark-skinned man!

While there was silence here, a fight just broke out over there. It wasn't until the Royal Guard entered that T'Challa breathed a sigh of relief, taking the opportunity to ease the awkwardness.

"Stop! What's going on?"

"Your Highness, they injured Captain Okoye."

Deputy Captain Ayo reported with her head bowed, her eyes still glaring fiercely at Sand Dust Angel, the culprit.

Steve walked over and patted Sand Dust Angel's arm, "You did well. I'll handle this."

Okoye was helped up. Although she was unhappy, she still came over to explain that she thought Sharon and her companions had bullied Princess Su Rui. Then came the duel, where the losing party admitted fault.

As it turned out, she was no match and was sent flying with a single blow.

"This is all a misunderstanding. They are our friends. Friends joke around; you don't need to be so tense."

T'Challa didn't think this was a bad thing. He seized the opportunity to extend an invitation.

"Steve, would you like to visit Wakanda? I formally invite you here as the Crown Prince of Wakanda and as a friend."

"Sure, no time like the present. Let's go then. I'd like to bring a few more people, all my wives. Is that convenient?"

Steve loved to slack off, and he rarely had an opportunity to visit Wakanda. He also wanted to see their high-tech inventions. Bringing Zhao Hailun and Betty along would also broaden their horizons and knowledge.

"No problem, you can notify them to come over now."

T'Challa didn't believe in the 'two-hour' thing; connecting with Steve was also his idea.

The World was so chaotic, coupled with the alien invasion, no matter how secluded Wakanda was, it would still be affected. Instead of passively resisting, it was better to build good relationships with the superheroes from the start.

Not long after, Zhao Hailun and Betty arrived. With the portal, they naturally came very quickly.

Seeing the two beautiful women, T'Challa couldn't help but feel jealous of Steve. Each of these women was both beautiful and intelligent, not just pretty faces.

However, it seemed there wasn't a single dark-skinned person among them, was there?

"Let's go, I'm already eager to experience Wakanda.

Oh, right, this is Zhao Hailun, this is Betty, Lorna, and Jean Grey are all my wives."

Steve casually introduced them to each other.

The two women both bowed slightly and nodded in greeting. Although they didn't understand why Stevewanted to associate with these dark-skinned people, since it was their husband's request, they would obey.

T'Challa deliberately showed off a bit, tapping the beads on his wrist, and a circular spacecraft gradually appeared above, having been cloaked in invisibility all along!

He wanted to see their shocked expressions, but Steveand his wives showed no surprise at all, seeming completely unfazed.

After all, when you constantly see people using magic, and you're learning magic yourself, you see it so often that you naturally don't find anything strange about it anymore.

Failed attempt to show off!

Once on the ship, Okoye had already been taken away for treatment. Clearly, Sand Dust Angel's punch had caused internal injuries to her organs.

"If she doesn't mind me touching her, I can use my internal energy to help her heal."

Steve's tone was calm. It was time to show off his skills.

"Oh? Internal energy? That sounds very mysterious. I didn't expect you to have such a skill. Okoye, what do you think?"

T'Challa couldn't make the decision for her; he still had to ask for her opinion.

"I'm not going to die. I don't care."

No sooner had Okoye spoken than she started spitting blood again. It was indeed a bit difficult for her mortal physique to contend with Sand Dust Angel.

That was a Mutant who could fight Colossus back and forth, with top-tier strength and defense, and an excellent foundation. Coupled with professional training and equipped with weapons and gear, her two hundred pounds and tall physique made her a heavy tank, perfectly suited to be a bodyguard.

Arriving at the medical bay, Steve expertly set her bones and then stabilized them, using his internal energy to expel the internal bruising and stagnant blood.

The process was very fast, not exceeding ten minutes, with every second filled with precision and no superfluous movements.

Su Rui watched intently from the side, partly to learn and partly to prevent any impropriety from the other party.

The instruments on the spacecraft had X-ray-like perspective capabilities, clearly showing the bones being reset and many bruised areas disappearing.

Even with Wakanda's technology, it wouldn't be that fast; at least they would need surgery. Where else could you find something like this? Perhaps after drinking a bowl of Kavawa elixir, Okoye would be fully recovered!

Chapter 168 Hill: My husband is very sinister

This is amazing. Nanotechnology combined with Qigong truly opened my eyes. Captain, is this Qigong difficult to learn?"

Su Rui's eyes sparkled. She liked Steve so much; he always managed to surprise her!

Moreover, his muscular physique stretched his loose casual clothes into a tight fit, with distinct lines. What woman wouldn't be captivated by that?

And she was at an age most easily swayed, her eyes practically turning into hearts!

Who could refuse a walking, willful perfume?

"It's not hard to learn, but I don't know how to teach it, or even what to teach. If you want to learn, perhaps you can try looking for a place called K'un-Lun.

There's a society in the United States called the Hand. Its five Elders are all members of the Hand.

Just find any one of them; they all understand Qigong. If they refuse to teach, then beat them with your fists until they agree to teach!"

Steve planned to divert the trouble. Although the Hand had no conflict with him, he was Happy to give the Japanese a little trouble, always adding insult to injury. If they didn't comply, he'd beat them.

Don't ask; if you ask, it's love!

If you love her, send her to hell!

Su Rui was a bit confused. She didn't realize that this was not a question she was allowed to ask. Such a confidential question could not, and would not, be answered.

Even Hill and the others wouldn't, let alone an outsider?

Su Rui was carefree and quickly forgot about it. She went to chat with Zhao Hailun and the others, very interested in their nanotechnology.

She also mentioned that her laboratory had many unique technologies, and if possible, she wanted to exchange other technologies for Zhao Hailun's nanotechnology.

--

A few hours later, just as dawn broke, the spaceship arrived in Africa.

Even knowing there was a large mountain ahead, it plunged straight in, seemingly headed for destruction.

The next second, the scene before them suddenly transformed into an open plateau.

The large mountain earlier was actually just an illusion! A lifelike, deceptive disguise!

Steve keenly noticed that it wasn't a disguise, but an energy barrier!

[Energy Barrier: Disguised as a natural mountain peak, it cannot be penetrated without a pass command; attempting to do so will result in destruction and death!]

The information prompt popped up, clearly indicating that the System had seen through everything.

To this day, Steve still didn't know what kind of existence the System was.

He didn't want to know, nor did he want to explore. There was no need, and no interest.

He only needed to know that he could use the System, and that the System brought him unimaginable benefits. That was enough.

Without the System, he might have been able to get Hill and the others, but to make them coexist harmoniously without fighting or palace intrigue would have been difficult, if not impossible.

Returning home, Su Rui's mood became exceptionally joyful. All the way, she chattered excitedly, introducing Wakanda to Zhao Hailun and the others. Despite having high technology, the external grazing situation still employed primitive and backward methods.

In the distance, a city full of technological flair gradually appeared. Floating tracks could be seen on the outskirts and in the middle, with trains constantly shuttling through, using maglev technology!

This technology only existed in theory in the outside World, with only models produced in laboratories, made with super-temperature conductors that could perfectly simulate this theory.

However, even with theory and models, it was still very difficult to put into production.

No other reason than the high cost. If used to build railways, it would be a losing proposition!

Current high-speed rail was already very good and could break even.

But the cost of a super-temperature conductor track was a hundred times that of high-speed rail. If built, it could be faster, reaching the speed of an airplane.

But how would it be used? How would the cost be recovered? This was the biggest problem!

Even if not used, leaving it there still required maintenance and upkeep, with astronomical sums of money consumed every day.

It was precisely because of this that after being put into industry, it was found that not many industries could bear the cost.

Even for military use, it was a bottomless pit. Therefore, after this theoretical technology emerged, it caused an uproar, but there was no follow-up for this reason.

It was not worth the effort; this was the direct factor limiting further exploration and development.

Now Wakanda had actually applied this technology to reality. It was still a high-speed train, but it looked somewhat different.

In addition, the high-rise buildings seemed to have utilized a portion of the Vibranium for their construction.

"Truly wealthy, able to use Vibranium as a building material. Wakanda truly lives up to its reputation."

Steve picked up his wine glass and drained it. Now that he was here, he would enjoy himself.

"Can I take a picture? To show off to Iron Man Tony, lest he always think his Iron Man Suit is the most advanced invention."

"Please do!"

Black Panther T'Challa made an inviting gesture. He also intended to open Wakanda to the outside World.

It was just a pity that he was not the King; otherwise, the resistance to this matter would not be too great.

His father was a very stubborn, very conservative man. This kind of thing had its advantages and disadvantages.

Doing nothing was equivalent to making no mistakes!

At this moment, Tony and Bucky were staring at each other. The surroundings were a mess, and his Iron Man Suit still had a fist mark, indicating they had fought.

Then he saw the photo Steve sent and looked at Bucky.

"You killed my parents!"

"I didn't mean to. I didn't know what I was doing at the time. I'm willing to atone. Steve sent me."

Bucky replied expressionlessly, his cold demeanor making him seem more like he was looking for trouble than apologizing!

"Then why did you fight back?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, questioning him with some displeasure.

"You hit too hard."

Bucky still replied expressionlessly, a response that was somewhat exasperating.

Tony almost rolled his eyes, laughing in anger! He was truly laughing in anger.

"Very well, then be my bodyguard for now. I need to investigate something. You used to be an assassin; help me analyze this."

Not using someone available was foolish.

The hatred for killing his father and mother was not so easily resolved.

Tony could choose not to kill Bucky. He was the murderer; there was no doubt about that.

The death penalty could be avoided, but the living penalty was inescapable. If Bucky could get away so easily, what about Stark's reputation?

Bucky went to examine the intelligence. It was a terrorist attack. Such methods were somewhat crude in front of a professional assassin.

Tony took a moment to glance at the photo and sent a query.

"Where are you?"

"Wakanda. It's quite interesting here, with trains built with super-temperature conductors, and anti-gravity and light-speed engine fighter jets."

After speaking, Steve took a few more photos, including some candid shots of the Wakandan Dora Milaje.

Tony's eyes widened. He didn't usually go for Black women, not because he wouldn't, but because he hadn't met the right one.

Even if there were suitable ones, they had already been 'played out.'

Most Black people had body odor, and he wondered how those women endured it.

"You like chocolate too?"

"No, I just occasionally try it, want to change flavors. I'm looking for prey. By the way, Bucky will help you. I won't go; I'm already a bit hot-headed!"

Steve's words made Tony burst into laughter and he showed the chat history to Bucky.

"See, this is your good friend. He'd rather eat chocolate than come help you."

Tony maliciously tried to sow discord.

But Bucky didn't fall for it, still nodding expressionlessly.

"I know. He's always been like that. He didn't have the chance before, but now that he does, he'll definitely indulge. Aren't you the same? A thousand-person slayer?"

"No, no, no, I haven't reached that record; my body can't keep up. Speaking of which, I need a little of your blood. Can the Super Soldier Serum really replenish the kidneys?"

"Get lost!"

A series of playful curses actually brought Tony and Bucky closer, at least making them less hostile.

Let bygones be bygones with a laugh?

It wasn't impossible. Tony's enemy, HYDRA, was the real culprit!

As the two chatted happily, a helicopter flew over the sea outside the Villa.

The man sitting in the co-pilot's seat was chewing gum, with a hint of disdain and contempt in his nonchalant expression. He was the man who had punched Happyaway.

After Tony provoked the Mandarin's Ten Rings Gang, the Ten Rings Gang began to plan how to give Tony a big surprise.

After discussing countless possibilities, they still decided to use the most simple and unadorned method—blowing up the Villa!

They brazenly flew a helicopter over, following the address.

Whoosh!

A Rocket launcher first hit the load-bearing wall of the Villa, followed by frequent launches of multiple Rocketlaunchers.

After the shells were fired, the entire Villa began to collapse with a roar, tilting towards the sea, and finally plunging into the Water.

The location was very remote, and even if rescue was needed, it would take one or two hours. To be in such a place and still send a real address to Terrorists to provoke them, Tony must have drunk a lot that day.

--

Wakanda.

King T'Chaka, accompanied by Queen Ramonda, greeted Steve. In terms of diplomatic protocol, this was the highest level of reception etiquette.

"Hello, Mr. King, this display makes me a little overwhelmed."

Steve extended his hand neither humbly nor arrogantly. If he gave you face, you were King. If he didn't, you were just a dog by the roadside!

Saying that was a bit hurtful, but it was the truth.

T'Chaka held Steve's hand with one hand and patted the back of his hand with the other. His old appearance, with White hair and beard, carried a hint of entrustment.

"It's worth it, it's worth it, Captain. I'm very grateful that you helped me find my brother's son, and bravely fought in the alien invasion War.

Without you, the aliens would directly colonize our World, and Wakanda would not have been spared."

Indeed, located in Africa, Wakanda had always adhered to the principle of isolation, focusing on developing its own technology.

But there were no immutable rules. Without the alien invasion, there would have been no change in Wakanda.

"Thank you, I just did what I could. This War is just the beginning; there will be more wars in the future.

The most direct frontal confrontations, as well as silent assassinations, false accusations, and stirring up civil wars among Super Heroes."

Steve's tone was somewhat complex. The old man in front of him was a victim of revenge.

"Haha, then we can cooperate more in the future. Your bravery makes Wakanda open to you. Please come in!"

It was hard to believe that in a place like Africa, there would be a city with high-rise buildings, floating city rails, and even the King's council hall had a very modern feel.

In the spacious and bright hall, several tribal chiefs were already waiting.

"Everyone, this is Captain America Steve Rogers, who fought against the alien invasion in New York and was the first to enter outer space through the portal!"

T'Chaka's words were full of praise, but not everyone cared about such alien wars.

Moreover, the War took place in a location somewhat far removed from reality, and they didn't even believe such a thing happened, thinking it might just be a show!

"This is W'Kabi, the Chief of the Border Tribe. Okoye, the Captain of the Dora Milaje you saved, is his wife."

"Hello!"

Steve extended his hand in a friendly manner, but the other party looked him up and down and did not shake his hand.

"You don't look that strong. Do you dare to spar with me?"

W'Kabi looked down on all races other than Black people. It wasn't boasting, but there were almost no nations more advanced than Wakanda!

"W'Kabi, Steve is an honored guest. What do you want to do?"

T'Chaka wasn't angry; what seemed like a reprimand was actually more of an encouragement.

Steve smiled slightly, but his originally sunny and cheerful smile now became somewhat meaningful.

"I'm also looking forward to Wakanda's primitive combat ritual, but it's a bit boring to just spar. How about we add some stakes?"

Hill and the others behind him couldn't help but chuckle, picking up their own cups and pretending to drink Water to hide their smiles.

As his partners, they knew what mischievous thoughts their husband was harboring with just a look from Steve, but he hadn't bothered them.

No profit, no early start!

The traditional, upright, and even somewhat rigidly conservative Captain, the Captain who embodied all the beautiful qualities of humanity, was gone.

Replaced by a charming, stylish, mischievous Captainwho made people both love and hate him, and ultimately couldn't help but fall deeper into his allure!

This Black man actually wanted to duel their husband?

If Steve didn't lose his shorts in this fight, he wouldn't be Steve!

W'Kabi raised an eyebrow, broad-shouldered and stout. Standing there, his six-foot-three height was no different from a heavy tank, just looking at him made people's eyelids twitch!

"What do you want to bet?"

"Just a small stake. I have the Chitauri Legion High-ranking Commander's saber here, not a common item. If you win, I'll give it to you.

But if I win, what will you give me?"

Steve took out a uniquely shaped spear with an energy cannon device, combining both a sense of technology and the feel of a cold weapon.

W'Kabi's heart pounded. At first glance, he already liked the saber.

It clearly wasn't an ordinary item, and based on his decades of combat experience, it was definitely real!

Chapter 169 The Chief Who Used His Daughter as a Prize

Hey, if you win against me, I'll give you a set of our Wakandan Vibranium shield robes!"

W'Kabi grinned. He didn't think he could lose!

Seeing that a sucker had fallen for it, Steve turned to look at T'Chaka. The King, right? I'll make you bleed generously!

"Mr. King, as the host, aren't you going to add something to the pot as a prize for the duel?"

Steve started fanning the flames. If you can fan the flames, why can't I?

This clumsy tactic made Hill and Sharon roll their eyes. At least try to hide it, right? This is too direct!

Zhao Hailun and the others had already gone to Su Rui's laboratory to discuss science, so they didn't come at all. Researchers aren't interested in such things, nor do they have the interest.

But often, the most effective method is the most direct way to fan the flames.

Even a tribal chief from below had put up a bet. As the King, he couldn't stop this, so he had to put up a corresponding prize.

"Darling, we've just arrived, so it's not good for us to put things up as bets like this. Aren't you going to Asgard in a few days? There are even more good things there."

Hill smiled and took her husband's arm, her smile charming, her eyes bright and teeth white. Especially after having a child, she had an even more alluring charm that attracted men's gazes.

Unfortunately, only Steve liked to look at her. Wakandan men seemed to prefer dark skin and had no interest in white skin.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's thoughts became varied.

They didn't know what Asgard was, but it sounded somewhat familiar and a bit unexpected.

After all, he was the King, and T'Chaka quickly remembered that it was Thor's homeland.

Rumor had it that Thunder God Thor was an extraterrestrial, not from this planet. If Steve could go to Asgard, it meant he could come into contact with alien civilizations.

Building a good relationship with such a person would be beneficial in every way and cause no harm. It was very suitable and very good.

He was old now, and it was time to pave the way for his son.

"Haha, this is a good thing. Since Captain has said so, then I will put up one ton of Vibranium as a bet.

Elders, are you interested in adding a little something extra? This Captain America has a lot of resources. If we exchange what we have and interact with each other in the future, it will definitely be a strong alliance, and we won't suffer any losses."

Suffer losses?

Absolutely not!

Saying this was just to do a favor and also to let them know that there are always people better than you, and there is always a higher sky.

If Steve lost, he wouldn't care. It would be a good opportunity to put pressure on the U.S.

If your spiritual leader is so vulnerable, doesn't that prove that your beacon is no longer working?

While it's not working, pounce on it and take a bite. You won't suffer any losses!

There is no such thing as peaceful times; it's all about interests and calculations.

All peace is hidden beneath the surface of civilization; in essence, it is still the law of the jungle.

The tribal Elders exchanged glances. This kind of prize was pure expenditure with no gain.

The merchant tribal chief frowned and then spoke.

"I'll add one hundred catties of Wakandan wild vegetables and warthog meat."

"I'll add one hundred sheep!"

"I'll add one hundred catties of plump large bass!"

"I'll add my daughter, Ayo."

The last addition made people's expressions playful. Using a daughter as a prize, that's a bit odd!

The mining tribal chief was looked at strangely by everyone but showed no embarrassment at all.

If W'Kabi won, his relationship with the Border Tribe would improve.

If Steve won, he could also establish contact with the outside World. He wouldn't suffer any losses either way.

Anyway, that's how it was within Wakanda. He couldn't advance any further, so why not give it a try?

Being shrewd and calculating, he immediately saw Steve's extraordinary nature. He already had so many wives openly; this is a man! Can your kidneys still handle it?

Using a woman to curry favor with Steve, he wondered what he was thinking.

Hill muttered to herself, these dark-skinned people are shameless, trying to corrupt her husband with a woman?

No, tonight she had to let Steve know what it meant to be like a wolf and a tiger.

With the new prizes added, King T'Chaka was surprised but wouldn't come out to stop the proposed marriage alliance.

Let it be whatever it wants to be. Could the other party really seize the throne?

"In that case, Steve, do you want to rest? We can start the duel tomorrow."

"No need, let's start now. Here or somewhere else?"

Steve flexed his wrist a bit. It had been a long time since he'd beaten someone up. Should he go easy this time?

If he instantly killed the opponent in one move, it wouldn't seem right. Sigh, fighting while holding back his strength was truly difficult for him.

"Since you don't need to rest, let's go to the Ritual Waterfall in the back mountains. That's where we Wakandans hold the King's ceremony.

A prior announcement: no weapons or equipment are allowed in the duel. Only the weapons and shields we provide can be used.

Essentially, this is a pure physical duel, intended to select warriors with excellent physiques. Can you accept this?"

"No problem."

Steve also smiled. This old fox, not saying anything until all the prizes were set, and now he's bringing this up. Isn't he clearly trying to trick me?

Old fox! He's got something, but not much!

From beginning to end, Black Panther wanted to stop it but didn't know what to say.

Just then, there was a commotion outside. The guards were pushed aside, and a Black man walked in.

He first glanced at Hill and the others, who were truly captivating, and then focused his gaze on the King.

"I request to participate in the duel, not with others, but with you! Do you dare, my uncle!"

The person who came was Killmonger. He had not been mistreated after being captured. Because they were all of royal blood, and Black Panther and his father didn't go for a complete kill, it became like leaving a ticking time bomb there.

Steve couldn't understand why they didn't just secretly execute Killmonger.

Could they really naively believe that after killing someone's father, they could still make the other person their dog?

It's possible, but it depends on the person. Some people are born to be dogs. Some people can never be dogs, otherwise, it's a waste of effort.

Steve stood aside, watching with interest. Is this an internal conflict?

It's not the right timeline yet, is it? But if it's an internal conflict, then so be it. He didn't care. He was here to travel and casually watch the drama unfold. It was pretty good.

Hill glanced at Killmonger, already having sentenced him to death in her mind.

She was very beautiful and charming. White skin covers a thousand flaws, but a beautiful woman with fair skin is an absolute beauty.

Steve could look at her, staring unreservedly without a care. He was her husband. He had that right and that qualification.

But what was Killmonger? A dirty dark-skinned man. She disliked him on sight. There were very few dark-skinned people in the World she didn't dislike, but the Killmonger in front of her was definitely not one of them.

"Isn't your King's succession from father to son?"

Steve, afraid that a fight wouldn't break out, deliberately fanned the flames from the side.

Old fox! You fanned the flames for me earlier, now I'm returning the favor.

W'Kabi, the chief of the Border Tribe who shouldn't have spoken, glanced at the priest and sneered.

"Zu Li, you are the priest. You have the right to answer our guests."

Zu Li was sweating profusely under Killmonger's gaze. A large round disk was inserted into his chin, making him look very strange. This custom can still be seen in some tribes in Africa, supposedly to make women ugly to prevent them from being abducted.

But does it really work? Although he didn't understand, respecting their customs didn't prevent Steve from despising them.

"According to the rules, there is only one qualification to challenge for the throne. Any member of the royal family can do so."

Looking at the trembling Zu Li, Steve found the story even more interesting.

Is Wakanda good? It's only because of Vibranium, plus a little change brought by the meteor, that their technology is more advanced than the outside World.

King T'Chaka's expression became very displeased. He had given Killmonger a chance, but the other party was still so stubborn.

"Erik, I understand your feelings very well. You want revenge, right? This is your right, and it is your son's duty.

But I must tell you, the rule of Wakandan succession is that Vibranium is not allowed to be privately sold, but it can be given to allies who have made significant contributions to Wakanda.

Your father secretly colluded with a team to sell Vibranium, smuggling Wakanda's most precious resource out. This is a capital offense!

No one can change his crime. I did kill your father. I said it was an accidental killing, but you probably won't believe it.

But I want to tell you the cause of his death. Think it through before you consider using your one and only chance to challenge for the throne."

A strong young man fighting a white-haired old man, normally the younger one would have a higher chance of winning.

The duel must be watched by all tribal chiefs to prevent any cheating by any means. It must be a real, hands-on fight, and no technological means are allowed to defile this sacred royal duel!

If there was Qigong, it would be hard to say.

But clearly, no one in Wakanda knew Qigong. This ancient tradition is not something just anyone can learn.

What has been passed down is just a little bit of its superficial knowledge.

Steve put his arm around Hill and stepped aside, asking Black Panther T'Challa next to him.

"This duel of yours, it's not to the death, is it? If you ask me, why didn't you just do this to him back then!"

Steve made a gesture of circling his neck and then tightening it to silence someone.

T'Challa's expression was very strange, and he also looked a bit helpless. He knew that the other party was treating him as a friend to ask him this.

Friendship between men is very strange. Sometimes, after many years of acquaintance, they are still just nodding acquaintances. Other times, just one meal, one bottle of wine, can make them close friends.

This was the charm halo at work. Those who could be friends naturally developed quickly. Those destined to be enemies, no matter how much goodwill, would still become enemies, fighting to the death, and that little bit of goodwill would seem insignificant.

"No, he is my cousin. I cannot do that. And what he said is right, and what he did is not wrong.

Wanting to avenge his father and achieve liberation from oppression, these are all good ideals. What he is doing is also correct. I am actually also thinking, should Wakanda open up to the outside World?"

T'Challa was clearly not the kind of person who enjoyed killing, unless it was facing his father's killer.

He would be impulsive and furious, but he would also listen to advice and could quickly let go of hatred, not letting himself cross the line.

Among so many Black people, Steve didn't admire many. Fury was one, War Machine Rhodey was one, and the Black Panther T'Challa in front of him was also one.

"Alright, I won't get involved in your affairs, nor do I have the right to. My point is, are we still having my duel with that guy? It's not because of that Ayo or anything, I just want to see what Wakandan martial arts are like."

Steve was a bit impatient. If someone sent a woman over, he couldn't refuse. He would have to let her experience what it meant to have seventy years of accumulation!

Hill chuckled beside him, covering her mouth. She didn't mind, but she needed to remind Steve not to bring just anyone into the safe house.

In her impression, many Black women were not particularly hygienic. If this bad habit wasn't corrected, she would definitely object.

No one likes to sit on the sofa watching a movie, only to have a woman smelling strongly of pig manure sitting next to them, right?

With such a foul odor, how could anyone live? The good mood of the day would be completely ruined.

Speaking of women, T'Challa's expression became a bit strange.

"Buddy, just because she's given to you doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with her. She and my ex-girlfriend were both in the Royal Guard, and they're very strong fighters."

Black Panther gave a reminder, lest he regret it after a groin kick.

"Don't worry, I have seventy years of accumulation for her, she will definitely accept it."

Steve nodded seriously.

The accumulation you're talking about, I hope it's money!

Over there, with everyone's votes, the duel application for the royal throne was also approved.

To become King, one must go through a primitive duel. Not only royal family members, but other chiefs can also apply.

However, each person only has one chance. If they fail in one duel, they cannot actively initiate another duel.

Unless a new King comes to power, they must actively challenge these chiefs and defeat them.

One is active; you can go when you are confident.

The other is passive; you must always accept challenges. The essential meaning is to prevent the King from being complacent, as they might be overthrown at any time.

Now, Killmonger, as a member of the royal family, even though his father was executed for selling Vibranium, and he bears infamy and contempt, he is still a member of the royal family and has this qualification.

Having understood Wakanda for so long and also understanding King T'Chaka's weaknesses,

Killmonger had great confidence that he could beat this old bastard to death!

This time, he swore to strangle the other party to death, beat him to death, using his life to repay his father's life!

As for whether a nephew fighting his uncle is wrong?

Killmonger didn't care or consider it at all!

Chapter 170 Su Rui's plan to enter the pit

Let the guests arrive today; the Royal Duel will be held three days from now. Zu Li, you are responsible for setting up the venue. T'Challa, you are responsible for entertaining the guests."

A duel actually sparked a farce. It seems there will be fun to be had next.

Steve was assigned to a neat and clean room. Originally, T'Challa wanted to arrange rooms for Steve's other wives, as there were so many people, and one room wouldn't be enough.

But Steve refused, winking mischievously.

"Thank you, but we have no problem. Just come call me when it's time to head to the dueling grounds this afternoon. I'll rest a bit first."

"Then I'll have someone send lunch over."

T'Challa didn't think much of it, feeling a bit dismissive. They were about to duel, and he was still doing such things. Wasn't he worried about his body weakening?

The last one to play like this was Batman, who went to fight Bane after an all-nighter and ended up with a broken spine.

"No need, we brought our own food. I won't bother you anymore. Your father probably has a lot to say to you. If you need my help, just say so.

There are some things you shouldn't do yourselves, but as an outsider, it doesn't matter to me. Although we haven't known each other for very long, I consider you a friend."

Steve was sincere, and he wasn't eyeing the other party's sister or mother. He wasn't that shameless of a person.

Mainly, Su Rui and Queen Ramonda were both very ordinary. There were too few good-looking dark-skinned women. It was precisely because he had no covetous thoughts that he was so confident.

Without guilt in his heart, he naturally felt righteous. If her sister or mother had been even a little bit pretty, Steve would have made a move.

Not making a move could only mean he wasn't interested!

Would saying that hurt him too much?

To hell with hurting him!

Hill and Sharon sat on the sofa, their long legs crossed perfectly straight, high heels dangling from their toes, swaying with breathtaking arcs.

One hand held a plate, the other a spoon, and the fragrant, authentic beef noodle soup filled the entire room.

"It seems Wakanda is in for some turmoil. The old king is no match for Killmonger."

Hill said, eating noodles, which had been delivered from the safe house and were still fresh.

Steve took a bento box, which contained a heart-shaped fried egg, grilled meat slices, and rice cooked with water crab, giving it a rich crab roe aroma.

To eat such a bento box outside, one would need to go to a professional grand hotel. And it would require the most professional chefs; ordinary Western pastry chefs wouldn't even know how to cook rice.

Rice wasn't an option in their recipes. They could make pastries, steaks, and the like, but Chinese food was difficult for them.

It wasn't looking down on Western food, but Western food was essentially fast food. It wasn't incredibly delicious, nor was it terribly bad; it was barely enough to fill one's stomach.

The real deal, however, was Chinese food.

The reason for refusing T'Challa's meal delivery was also because they weren't used to other foods.

If they left Steve, Hill and the others might actually starve to death. Having eaten better, they wouldn't go back to eating bad food, even if it meant starving.

Sharon's lunch was a simple fried rice with egg, also cooked with water crab mixed with rice, then stir-fried with eggs and a good amount of seasoning.

After perfect blending, not a single flaw was visible; it just looked like fried rice. But such a plate of fried rice could sell for two million U.S. dollars!

If you talk about luxury, they were truly luxurious. They brought their own lunch and drinks, not eating a single bit of anything from outside, not even plain water.

They looked down on it!

If women really got picky, it would be enough to drive anyone crazy.

"Let it be chaotic, we are here to travel, to watch a show. How are Betty and Hailun doing?"

Steve sat between the two, enjoying the delicious food and breathing in the unique perfume.

Polaris sat aside, a bit pouty. She was a little jealous that she couldn't get a spot.

"How would I know? They should be immersed in science."

Looking at the sulking Polaris, Steve couldn't help but laugh.

Polaris had initially said she didn't want children and wanted to have fun. Later, seeing how cute Hill's daughter was, she changed her mind and decided to have a child.

But after getting pregnant, she couldn't do this or play that, spending all day watching TV or playing games, almost getting internal injuries from being cooped up.

She finally endured the ten months of pregnancy, and giving birth was agonizing.

After the child was born, caring for it was also very troublesome. She had to get up in the middle of the night to take care of it, change diapers, and feed the child.

Now she regretted it a bit; it was too much trouble, she might as well not have had children!

Steve wasn't someone who would look after children; he only cared about procreation, and once born, it was up to the mother to raise them.

"Lorna, you go with Steve to Asgard then, we won't go. Alright, stop being jealous, get me a lemon tea."

Hill smiled, seeing through her thoughts. This Polariswas really quite cute; her thoughts were all over her face, making her easy to read.

Polaris, having her thoughts exposed, blushed deeply, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No, Sharon, what drink do you want?"

To Hill, Polaris was like a little sister, very easy to coax.

Sharon watched from the side. Polaris was a bit of a clumsy but eager player, but she was a good person.

"Then I'll have a classic milk tea, no pearls, no pudding, just red beans."

As soon as Polaris finished ordering, Steve was full and walked over to pull her aside.

"I'm full, let's talk about import and export trade."

"No!"

"Protest invalid!"

Polaris was still taken away. Being jealous wasn't good, so he planned to give her some ice cream to neutralize it.

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Su Rui's laboratory.

It was filled with a dazzling array of inventions, including sonic cannons for Vibranium, and two unfinished Vibranium suits.

On the other side was another display, which looked like a simulated driving game machine for shooting.

"This is a remote control console, used for remotely operating planes and cars. Even in the United States, it can achieve real-time data transmission."

Su Rui introduced her invention with pride. Real-time data transmission across tens of thousands of miles—this technology wasn't something just anyone could create.

"Then why not use artificial intelligence to control it? Intelligent driving shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Betty had become much plumper, having gained some weight after giving birth. This slight plumpness made her even more attractive than before.

Su Rui's smile froze in place. She gave a somewhat sheepish laugh.

"Because I can't make artificial intelligence."

Cough, cough, this made Zhao Hailun cough uncontrollably.

The inventions in this laboratory were enough to prove how high Su Rui's IQ was; each one could win a Nobel Prize.

Although the Nobel Prize had become a tool, in the eyes of true scientists, it was just a joke. Who needed your Nobel Prize to acknowledge their status?

It was just used to fool the common people, like a carrot placed in front of them, stimulating their potential to create more and better scientific inventions for the enjoyment of the upper class.

"Artificial intelligence isn't difficult, is it? Tony Stark has made quite a few artificial intelligence chips."

Betty's expression was a bit incredulous. Their Villa was controlled by Edith, which had become even smarter after they jointly upgraded it.

This didn't mean they were smarter than Tony; it just meant that going from Zero to one was the most difficult. And the subsequent additions were actually not difficult; the difficulty was not on the same level.

Su Rui nodded in deep agreement. She had naturally heard of Tony Stark's name. The famous arms dealer, inventor, and billionaire playboy, anyone who had studied at MIT knew his name.

"I've heard of him. He's been researching artificial intelligence since he was seventeen. He's definitely top-notch in this field, no doubt about it.

It's just, haven't you noticed? The artificial intelligence he creates still has flaws. What I want to create is flawless artificial intelligence. I once had an idea to perfectly replicate human brain thought, which would then possess emotions!"

One hundred percent replication, that sounded quite absurd.

"If artificial intelligence had emotions, wouldn't it become a monster? What if it turned against humanity?"

Betty disagreed with this approach; it was too crazy and could lead to big problems.

Although Zhao Hailun also disagreed with this approach, she wasn't worried about the birth of 'Skynet' or 'Ultron' from movies.

"That depends on what the artificial intelligence is used for. If it's to manage weapons and protect humans, I don't think it's suitable. We humans are not perfect; it's impossible to be flawless.

As creators, we are flawed. Would the artificial intelligence we create be perfect? If things go wrong, being Backlash is only natural."

The three women each held their own opinions, expressing their views and thoughts.

It was like grandmas arguing in a market. After the argument, they would smile at each other and burst into unrestrained laughter.

Grumble!

Someone's stomach rumbled, and they realized it was time to eat.

"What do you like to eat? Do you eat chili? Our Wakandan natural chili is delicious, and afterwards, you only need a cup of kava soup to prevent discomfort when going to the restroom."

Su Rui was still actively promoting, she loved chili. The spicy taste could greatly stimulate the taste buds and help develop thinking.

Betty and Zhao Hailun exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison.

"No, thank you, we don't need it. We brought our own food."

Like Hill and the others, they weren't used to outside food. With the lab, they didn't even go shopping.

The things in the safe house were too good, and the equipment was more advanced. For science fanatics like them, there was no better place than a laboratory.

However, Betty planned to transition recently, because Steve had too many daughters, and their mothers were very busy, each with their own careers.

They didn't have much time or effort to care for the children, but children always needed care, right?

She could only reluctantly take on this job. Although Aunt Mei could also help, one person clearly couldn't care for so many.

This was even under the assumption that everyone only had one child, which was the best idea.

But reality often wasn't like that. Just look at Steve; he probably wouldn't stop until he had ten or eight children.

If Su Rui could be brought in, it would also be very helpful to them.

As for why they needed so much high-tech? Naturally, it was for her husband's sake.

Soon, as the fragrant aroma spread, Su Rui immediately stopped dialing for meal delivery.

Watching Betty and Zhao Hailun eat with relish, she felt a bit envious.

"Let's eat together; we can't eat that much either."

Betty took out steamed buns and mantou to share. She loved these Chinese meals. There were also shrimp dumplings, siomai, pumpkin mantou—simple, delicious, and nutritious, just wonderful!

"That's too kind."

Su Rui said it was too kind, but her hands didn't stop.

After the first shrimp dumpling was tasted, her eyes immediately lit up. The full filling completely satisfied her taste buds.

Delicious!

Besides these two words, Su Rui racked her brains but couldn't think of any other words of praise!

How could there be such delicious food! Wakandan cuisine compared to this was like a pile of dung!

Betty smiled and took out more delicacies, inviting them mischievously.

"If it's delicious, then enjoy it. We eat this often. Have another cup of lemon tea; it's an appetizer and aids digestion. It'll keep you energized all day!"

Ten minutes later.

Everything was gone. Su Rui was a bit too full, lying on the floor, not wanting to move an inch.

"Oh my god, after eating such delicious food, I'll never eat anything else again. Hmm, I really envy you. Did Steve make this?"

"No, only after marrying him did we realize there was such delicious food."

Betty's eyes were filled with adoration and love. She used to love Banner (Hulk), but after being snatched away, she gradually fell in love with Steve. She had mentioned before that she wanted to have ten or eight children, but it wasn't her wish; Steve demanded it.

It was unclear if it was revenge or a desire to punish her.

But what did it matter? For a woman, having children for the man she loves is a very happy thing.

Having and raising children would leave little time for scientific research.

So Su Rui was a very suitable replacement. The only thing Betty worried about was whether Steve liked her.

As for Su Rui's opinion, Betty very simply ignored it; it wasn't important!

"It's so good to marry Steve! Hehe, when I was studying in the U.S., I always heard girls wanting to be with Steve. Forget marrying him, even a one-night stand with him was something they'd be willing to die for!

I really envy you; not only can you be with him every day, but you can also eat such delicious food!"

Thanks to the continuous promotion by the Horn Dailyand television stations, coupled with occasional scandals and Steve's personal interviews,

He was a regular person, didn't like being treated as an idol, and certainly didn't want to be a spiritual leader. He was just a person, an ordinary person!