"Here............ Where is it? ”

"Who are you?" American GIs who had been involved in World War II were extremely alert to the strange environment in front of them, especially the strangely dressed black group in front of them, and if it weren't for the obvious high-tech crops around him, Steve Rogers would have doubted whether he was still in modern society.

"I should ask you this, outsider."

"How did you find the entrance to Wakanda?"

The current High Priest of Wakanda, Zu Li, asked the awakened Rogers.

"Wakanda? What is that? Sorry, I don't know. My name is Steve Rogers and I'm from the United States. The American GI, who looked down and noticed the bandage on his body, released friendly kindness to the group of blacks in front of him.

He needs to talk.

Talk with kindness and kindness.

Although it is not known where Wakanda is at the bottom, the injuries on his body should be treated by the group in front of him. Steve Rogers wasn't a vengeful person, and it was the right thing to figure out what the situation was right now.

"Wakanda is the name of the land under your feet, and the name of my country."

"Captain America, Steve Rogers."

A hearty voice came from behind Steve, and an old man in a suit with glasses appeared in front of Steve, accompanied by a group of people.

"My name is T'Chaka, and I'm the current king of Wakanda."

"I'm sorry for what happened to you."

"The destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. is something that no one wants to see, but this thing has happened so strangely." T'Chaca's eyes under his glasses didn't cloud with age, but his body in a suit and leather shoes still gave Steve a sense of separating daring.

A sense of detachment from the surrounding environment.

"New York is in ruins, S.H.I.E.L.D. is almost completely wiped out, Nick Fury is dead, and the people who are currently cleaning up the mess outside are former high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agents Coulson and Hawkeye Patton."

"I think you should know them."

The wise T'Chaka didn't give Steve a chance to ask questions, and told him what he had in front of him.

Governments across the planet have been on alert by the repeated disasters that have befallen New York City, and the near-collapse of S.H.I.E.L.D. has sounded the alarm for the United Nations Security Council.

As the king of Wakanda, although the country has been in a state of seclusion, things have developed to the point where as the current leader of Wakanda, T'Chaka has to go out and gather as much information as possible.

When he returned, he found Captain America unconscious and wounded in front of his home in Wakanda.

"Give it to him."

Steve fell silent, and T'Chaka didn't. A young man in the group behind him stepped out of the line at his call, holding a shield that Steve was all too familiar with.

The shield that belonged to him, the shield that had given him infinite confidence.

"I'm sorry for making the decision without your consent, but I think you'll need this shield when you wake up, so I'll have it patched up with vibranium."

Steve, who took the shield, couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes.

His shield was completely torn apart from the inexplicable energy wave attack, and this could still be repaired?

"Wait, vibranium?" Reacting, Steve caught a key word.

The current king of Wakanda smiled and said nothing, but it was the young man who solved his confusion: "In Wakanda, there is no shortage of vibranium. ”

The statement is an understatement, but it is full of the smell of a big reward for confusing behavior.

Vibranium? Not lacking?

"T'Challa, my son." The old king in a suit and leather shoes kindly introduced his son to Steve.

The next leader of Wakanda, and the successor to the title of Black Panther, T'Challa.

"Well, maybe I just need a little time to digest this information." Steve Rogers, who had been told the ins and outs, rubbed his aching temples and put on the uniform that had been prepared by the Wakandans.

The Wakandans also repaired his tattered uniform, which was very intimate.

But Steve felt incredible.

It's inconceivable to the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., it's inconceivable to the destruction of New York again, and even more inconceivable to the existence of Wakanda.

Is there such a technologically advanced country on the African continent?

Steve, who followed T'Challa, the prince of Wakanda, out of the infirmary was full of doubts and shock.

What he saw and heard along the way challenged his stereotypes of African countries.

"My father said that if you want to get out of here, you can go right now, and we won't stop you."

"But one thing you need to know, as of now, we don't know who is involved in the destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"If you go out now, it's likely to be dangerous."

"Although I don't know you well, I think it's best for you to recover from your injuries in Wakanda now." T'Challa, a top student at Oxford University, who still knows a little about the legendary hero [Captain America], cautiously gave his own advice.

"Thank you, but there are some things that only I can do now, and I have to leave." Steve gave the young black man in front of him a friendly smile and stood around the corner of the hallway and looked up at the blue sky.

He must return to New York and pick up the pieces with the surviving Colsonbatons.

With his Captain America reputation, the aftermath can reduce a lot of resistance.

"Well, good luck."

T'Challa shrugged and was about to take Steve away when the alarm suddenly sounded over Wakanda.

Loud and piercing.

"Someone is invading!" T'Challa's face changed suddenly, and his smile disappeared in an instant.

The azure energy shield was propped up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a figure of Steve Rogers' incomparably familiar figure was slowly floating above Wakanda.

With his hands outstretched, he seemed to reign over the world.

Like a church priest's aria, Loki, dressed in Asgardian armor, flipped his hands, and his powerful magical energy waved like an arm, and in the blink of an eye, a figure with the letter [S] engraved on his chest had already torn through the fragile defense line over the territory of Wakanda!

The head of the Seven Rogues of Justice - Superman Clark!

"Who are you?!" The high priest of Wakanda questioned sharply, but his sturdy body was pierced by Clark's hot gaze in the next second, and he had no power to resist.

"From now on, this country, this land, will be taken over by me."

"I am Loki, a god from Asgard."

"Now, kneel to your gods."

Loki's figure slowly landed, and the gray-eyed Clark floated behind him, he was the strength of Loki's strong suppression of all reactionary forces.

"I say, get on your knees!"

Seeing that the strange-looking warriors around him had no intention of laying down their weapons, Loki lowered his voice and shouted angrily.

Multiply!

As his words fell, his magical energy exploded!

"Rocky !!"

A rebuke full of anger, a shield falling from the sky.

Captain America in the Star-Spangled Banner burst out of the crowd, and with his shield thrown out, he slammed his right foot to the ground, and I don't know if it was a manhole cover made of vibranium that flew into his hand in an instant and stood on his chest.

The sudden change made Loki's eyes widen.

Steve Rogers?!

Why is he here?!

Also, even if you have a shield, why can you still block Lao Tzu's magic by throwing a manhole cover?!

Bang!

The manhole cover split apart and fell to the ground.

Steve Rogers, the intact son of Marvel's luck and a non-public celebrity, slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, stretched out one hand forward, and caught the whirling shield.

His expression was serious, and his eyes were serious.

I, Marvel is open, not open!

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