On the vast African Prairie.
A convertible jeep was speeding along.
Sitting inside the car, Hawk was steering with one hand, glancing at the rearview mirror where a cheetah was chasing his vehicle, while holding the phone to talk with Gwen, who was still visiting Berkeley University.
Today was the fifteenth day since Gwen flew to Berkeley for a visit.
And it was also Hawk's first day in Africa.
Don't ask why he just arrived.
Fifteen days ago, Hawk had just reached Paris Airport, preparing to transfer to Africa, almost about to board, when news came from Africa that the airport was controlled by anti-government forces.
It was a piece of sad news.
But what's even sadder is that it happened three times.
Since Hawk chose an airport relatively close to Wakanda, the rebooked flights were naturally targeted to be near Wakanda as well.
Possibly because someone set a precedent, the anti-government forces in the three other small African countries with airports also joined the fray eagerly.
The four small African countries near Wakanda were instantly engulfed in chaos.
The magical matchmaking mechanism of the African region was in full swing.
But...
Hawk eventually reached Africa successfully, although there were some slight hurdles along the way, the final outcome was good.
As for the process?
Just a bit of wind and frost.
"Ha!"
The cheetah, which was sprinting powerfully on its four limbs behind the jeep, growled and with a thud, leaped onto the jeep.
Hawk, who had just finished the call with Gwen, turned his head, and with a slap, struck the cheetah on the head, sending it flying off the car.
The cheetah let out a pitiful whimper.
Hawk glanced through the rearview mirror at the cheetah that shook its head after landing, looking a bit dazed but otherwise fine, smiled slightly, and then accelerated towards Wakanda, right in front of them.
Instead of saying Wakanda is a country, it's more like a tribal-based nation composed of several tribes.
At least that's how it appears to outsiders.
Presently, Wakanda's king is named T'Chaka, who is the chieftain of the Golden Tribe.
The Golden Tribe is also the core tribe of Wakanda, with almost every king of Wakanda coming from the Golden Tribe.
This information is public.
It can be checked online.
However, only a few people in the world pay attention to such a small country, aside from when the current King T'Chaka goes to the United Nations to appeal for aid, leading to some news coverage. Otherwise, in people's eyes, Wakanda is no different from other transparent small African countries.
And so.
Wakanda, on one hand, keeps pleading for aid at the United Nations from time to time, while secretly developing using a large amount of vibranium.
Those unaware might think Wakanda is playing a game of building high walls, amassing grain, and taking time to become a king.
Until now!
Screech!
Hawk hit the brakes, the tires of the jeep instantaneously halting, skidding on the grass, and stopped in front of a formation of about thirty tents forming a village.
On the surface, it was camouflaged for outsiders, but in actuality, a few Wakandans responsible for trade and economic and diplomatic affairs from the merchant tribe were looking at the jeep that stopped in front of their village and exchanged glances.
After getting out of the jeep, Hawk immediately spotted the large primordial forest in the distance, which appeared primitive whether seen with the naked eye or viewed from satellite images.
But…
After activating his sixth sense, what Hawk saw was different.
He saw a gigantic golden dome, like an upside-down bowl, covering the immense forest area that surpassed the combined territories of the three small African countries.
As expected.
He was right.
Wakanda is indeed hidden within the undeveloped primitive jungle marked on the map.
Hawk thought to himself, then withdrew his gaze, looking at the Wakandans walking out from the front of the village towards him.
However, judging by appearances, these Wakandans appeared thin and malnourished, holding wooden spears in their hands.
Both in appearance and attire, and even in terms of weapons, they resembled nothing more than the most primitive tribe.
At most, the one leading them, who looked somewhat older, appeared in slightly better spirits, and his clothes were a bit more decent.
The elderly Wakandan holding a colorful stick, symbolizing tribal status, led several spear-wielding, vigilant tribesmen to Hawk.
After observing Hawk's appearance, the elderly Wakandan composed himself, smiled faintly, and spoke in fluent English, "Outsider, welcome to Wakanda, are you here for trade with us?"
As a member of Wakanda's merchant tribe,
they are mainly responsible for the circulation of goods among the various Wakandan tribes, and also serve as the first line of defense for Wakanda, disguised as impoverished, hungry, and barely clad Wakandans, they interact with outsiders, engaging in exchanges and trading cattle, sheep, and similar goods bred within the tribe.
So, he assumed Hawk was also there for livestock trade.
However, Hawk was indeed there for trade.
Hawk smiled slightly at the elderly Wakandan's words.
"Yes."
"Yesterday, merchants from Shan Ning came and bought over a hundred cattle and sheep from us, now we only have fifty left in our village, how many do you need?"
"One ton!"
Hawk said with a smile, stating the quantity he needed.
The elderly Wakandan stood frozen hearing the quantity Hawk mentioned, his expression turning into a daze.
Hawk saw this, smiled again, and then added a sentence.
"I want vibranium, one ton!"
"..."
The previously dazed Wakandan's pupils instantly focused and he was suddenly moved. He then looked up at Hawk with a blank expression. "Vibranium? What is that?"
As an elder living in the African Grassland Tribe, not knowing what vibranium is, is quite normal.
The several Wakandans behind him with spears also looked at each other, seemingly not knowing what vibranium was either, with a bewildered look on their faces.
Hawk was too lazy to talk nonsense. He took out his phone, glanced at the current time, then looked up and said to the leading elder Wakandan: "It's four o'clock in the afternoon now. I'll give you guys one night. Before seven o'clock tomorrow morning, either you bring me the vibranium, or I'll go in and take it myself. But what happens if I go in myself, you bear the consequences."
With that said.
He couldn't be bothered to continue communicating with these Wakandans who obviously couldn't make decisions. He reopened the Jeep door, got in, pulled down the driver's seat, lay down directly, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes to begin the work of recuperating before the battle.
Outside the car door.
After Hawk ignored them and got back on the car, the elder Wakandan instinctively gripped the stick in his hand.
Several Wakandans looked through the car window, at Hawk who seemed to be sleeping, and exchanged glances.
In the next second.
A Wakandan spoke in a low voice, but just as he was about to speak, the elder Wakandan shot a sharp glance, instantly making him shut his mouth.
After a while.
The elder Wakandan led several Wakandans back into a tent used for camouflage in the tribe.
It seemed like the first time the Wakandans saw outsiders. They stood in the tribe, with a curious face, wanting to approach yet afraid, looking at the Jeep parked not far away.
It had to be said.
Their acting was excellent.
After all, their acting was so good that it deceived even the five great philanthropists, who genuinely believed Wakanda was poor, allocating a relief fund to Wakanda every year.
Unfortunately...
They encountered Hawk.
A traveler who ignored their acting and went straight to the truth.
The night soon fell.
The Wakanda tribe lit a bonfire as if they were holding some kind of event. Many Wakandans gathered by the bonfire celebrating.
But...
While they were talking and laughing, the corner of their eyes watched the Jeep parked outside the tribe.
As the laughter sounded, a few people seemed to forget to switch to the local language and continued whispering in English.
"Is he still in the car?"
"Yes."
"Use Wakandan."
"It's fine, being so far away, he can't hear."
"Is he still lying there?"
"Yes, after getting in the car in the afternoon, he hasn't moved."
"What about Lun?"
"He went home."
"Good, then we wait for the news and keep watching."
"Yes."
With the whispers ending, several people once again perfectly blended into the impromptu sleepless night bonfire party of the evening.
Sleeping inside the Jeep, Hawk listened to the whispers of the few and his lips slightly curled up, then he paid no more attention, letting his mind sink into the Little Cosmos. Under the intermingling of the Dragon and Phoenix constellations, the otherwise unreachable gate of the Sixth Sense appeared once more before his eyes.
The next day.
In the morning.
Hawk pushed the car door open, got out and stretched lazily, loosened up his muscles and bones, then took out his phone, checked the time, found an open space, and began his daily routine of throwing ten thousand punches.
In the tribe, inside a tent near Hawk, two Wakandans were using small holes to peek at Hawk punching the air.
After a while.
Footsteps were heard outside the tent.
It was Lun, the slightly older Wakandan.
After returning home under the cover of night to report the situation, Lun returned with a dozen Wakandans and once again walked out of the tribe.
Don't ask why he needed to go home to report.
Ask, and it's because their acting was on point.
A primitive tribe, where communication relies on shouting.
The elder Wakandan named Lun was just about to drive Hawk away when in the distance another Jeep appeared.
Was it his accomplice?
The elder Wakandan watched this scene and stopped, thinking in his heart.
Hawk at this moment also saw the Jeep driving towards them.
At the same time...
He also saw the driver inside the Jeep.
Bruce Banner!
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