Bruce Banner parked his Jeep in front of Hawk, then opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.
Hawk, having just thrown his last punch, looked at Bruce who had come here and appeared before him.
The Wakandans stood at the entrance of the tribe, watching the scene, exchanging glances.
Their eyes met.
Hawk spoke first.
"Dr. Banner."
"Hawk."
Bruce Banner, who didn't seem off both in appearance and demeanor, nodded to Hawk in greeting as if he were greeting an old friend, then glanced around: "The scenery here is beautiful."
Perfect for eternal rest.
Bruce added in his heart.
Although Wakanda appears to the outside world as a resource-poor small nation that even other small nations are reluctant to look at.
But...
The scenery around the Wakanda Tribe is indeed nice.
Grassland.
Lakes.
Forests.
Most rare is the lack of signs of modern industry around, placed on this magical land of Africa, it could be considered a rare natural pure land.
Hawk caught the double entendre in Bruce's words and chuckled.
"I thought you had given up."
"I originally did."
"Then why did you change your mind?"
"Betty left me a message."
"Oh."
Hawk nodded in realization, then shrugged: "You could have waited until I returned to New York."
Bruce shook his head.
"New York won't do."
"Why?"
"Too many people, in case the two of us start fighting and another Hulk appears."
"Haha."
Hawk listened to Bruce's explanation and couldn't help but laugh for a moment, then he restrained his smile and looked at Bruce.
"So here, then?"
"Yes, let's do it here."
"Alright."
Hearing this, Hawk smiled faintly.
The next second!
"Bang!"
Hawk's figure vanished instantly from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was standing where Bruce Banner had just been.
As for Bruce...
He was hunched over, looking very much like a cooked shrimp, flying backward.
Boom!
Thud!
Boom!
The backward-flying Bruce fell like a cannonball onto the grass, carving out a crater, and then plowed approximately fifty meters with his body before coming to a stop.
Once the sounds and dust settled, Bruce lay in the plowed earth covered in dirt, showing no signs of life.
Dead.
Hawk stood motionless, watching Bruce who had lost all signs of life far in the plowed earth without expression.
Since Bruce wanted to die, he wouldn't dissuade but would aid him to fulfil his wish.
Just...
The time ticked by.
Lying on the plowed ground, Bruce Banner showed no signs of life, his body's residual warmth quickly dissipating without Hulk's resurrection.
Hawk watched Bruce's body, and as Bruce's corpse gradually cooled, he failed to detect any sign of revival.
Hiss!
Could it be that I was wrong?
Was Bruce Banner simply here to die?
Hawk was somewhat baffled.
He couldn't understand.
Forget it.
Vibranium is important.
Hawk thought to himself, redirecting his gaze from Bruce Banner's already cold corpse to the direction of the Wakanda Tribe.
In his sight.
The bell ringing overhead the Wakanda Tribe signaled an enemy attack.
One Wakandan after another holding spears that appeared wooden assembled into a defensive formation led by the elder Wakandan, looking cautiously at Hawk who slowly turned towards them.
"Seven o'clock."
"Vibranium."
Hawk returned to his Jeep, pulled out his phone, glanced at the time, then tossed the phone into the car, rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt, and headed towards the Wakanda Tribe.
His voice remained as calm as ever.
When Hawk stood five meters away from the elder Wakandan, he slowly lifted his head, his sharp eyes ignoring the wooden spears held by the Wakandans in front of him, and focused on the elder.
"Hand it over!"
"You wish!"
The elder Wakandan shouted back, slamming his staff into the ground with a metallic clink.
The staff in his hand seemed to have a flowing glow, visibly transforming from a staff resembling a scepter into a metallic, oddly shaped spear.
Thud, thud, thud!
With the elder Wakandan's weapon transformation, the Wakandans behind him holding wooden spears also joined in, knocking their spears on the ground.
Their wooden spears also completed a rapid transformation.
In the blink of an eye, the primitive Wakanda holding spears transformed into beings wielding alien metal weapons.
The elder Wakandan tapped the ground with his spear once again.
"Wakanda!"
"Long live!"
"Boom!"
The roars of over thirty Wakandans were deafening, and the metal spear striking the ground felt like an earthquake.
The next second.
The elder Wakandan launched an attack first after the battle cry, clutching the metal spear and charging towards Hawk.
The thirty plus Wakandans followed closely behind.
Like...
Thirty dark boars, howling and charging wildly.
Hawk looked at the incoming Wakandans and couldn't help but laugh.
God can testify for him; it was the Wakandans who attacked first, not him.
But that's fine.
If you hadn't attacked first, I might've had some moral dilemma.
Now it's fine.
He was merely defending himself.
Hawk's thoughts raced, then he gazed at the approaching elder Wakandan with a slight chuckle.
His body froze.
Boom!
Just as Hawk remained stationary, a Prandtl-Glauert condensation cloud, or the so-called sonic boom cloud, suddenly appeared.
Hawk vanished instantly.
The next second.
The elder Wakandan, under the stunned gaze of other Wakandans, visibly disintegrated into bone and flesh separation, and then, over thirty Wakandans were sent flying to the sides under a massive impact.
In a moment, over thirty airborne Wakandans landed like dumplings, endlessly thudding.
But almost instantly upon landing, they clutched their spears tighter, assembling once more into battle formation.
One Wakandan, gazing at the fresh humanoid skeleton not far away, couldn't help but roar.
"Lun!"
"Lun is dead; you chose this!"
Hawk also glanced at the fresh skeleton and smiled slightly, addressing the Wakandans: "Last chance, hand over the Vibranium."
"Never!"
"Wakanda!"
"Long live!"
"Argh!"
Once again, a unified roar, over thirty Wakandans wielding Vibranium spears charged at Hawk with the most unrefined tactics.
Hawk, seeing this, stopped talking, watched the charging Wakanda soldiers, and as his right foot retreated, raised his right fist.
The next second.
Hawk's waist straightened, and he thrust his right fist.
Lightning Sonic Fist!
Bang bang bang—
A flurry of punch shadows emerged, and a second later, 345 punch shadows filled the sky, enveloping the Wakanda soldiers charging at Hawk.
No screams.
No roars.
Not even the tiniest surprise; after Hawk swung his punch and lowered his right hand, there were no standing Wakanda soldiers in front of him.
A glance.
On the distant grass, the bodies lay shattered, and in the blink of an eye, blood had stained that patch red.
However...
The Vibranium spears they held moments ago lay intact on the bloodstained grass.
Hawk walked over, hook with his right foot, stretched his right hand, grasping the Vibranium spear.
Outside, Vibranium is priceless.
But here, Wakanda is affluent enough that even cold weapons are made of Vibranium.
Hawk contemplated, holding the Vibranium spear tightly, then his left hand joined in, gripping the spear's ends with force.
But...
Without burning the Little Cosmos, the Vibranium spear showed no signs of bending.
No wonder it's Vibranium.
Hawk tossed the spear aside, then turned, as his right foot stepped, vanished instantly, and the sonic boom cloud reappeared on the ground.
Boom!
The earth trembled at the sonic boom, and the grass-soaked blood redirected towards Bruce Banner's already cold body lying in the soil.
When Hawk reappeared, he was at the entrance, marked as an undeveloped primal forest on satellite maps, the real gateway to Wakanda.
Looking ahead.
A group of Wakanda soldiers dressed in blue, also wielding Vibranium spears, had gathered.
In front of these Wakanda soldiers were over twenty soldiers also in blue attire but riding mounts resembling rhinos, though appearing taller than typical rhinos.
Over twenty rhinos seemed to sense Hawk's danger instinctively, nervously pacing in place, snorting.
Hawk's gaze landed on the bald black woman at the forefront, also dressed in blue but with numerous golden neck rings.
The bald black woman named Okoye belonged to the Wakanda Border Tribe.
If the merchant tribe Hawk previously encountered was Wakanda's first disguise defense, then this Border Tribe was the first line guarding true Wakanda.
The Border Tribe's duty is to guard Wakanda's borders.
They are the elite warriors.
They are the strongest soldiers.
Okoye, also riding a giant rhino, swiftly raised the spear, pointing at Hawk attempting to invade their territory.
"Wakanda!"
"Long live!"
"Charge!"
"..."