The night sky was full of stars, invisible air currents were whistling, and the dark sky was like a giant ship crossing the sky, tearing through the cold clouds, slowly revealing a huge figure.

The bright moonlight shone through the dense dark clouds and sprinkled on the metal warplanes of Wakanda, refracting the cold light of the forest.

The young prince T'Challa, dressed in a vibranium suit, stood in the center of the ship with a panther helmet in his hand, a hint of solemnity on his dark face.

"Your Royal Highness, did you take the initiative to ask for help this time, did you want to catch Crow with your own hands, or did you want to save that adventurous chick?"

As the leader of the Royal Guard, Okoye sat cross-legged in the driver's seat, her hands in a strange gesture that was unique to her way of piloting the plane, and the simulated holographic map in front of her slowly flowed, revealing the landscape below.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Okoye, of course I want to share my father's worries, not to mention that you also know that Wakabi is my good brother and your husband, and his parents died at the hands of Crow, which is a shadow for a lifetime."

T'Challa feigned annoyance, he himself was quite gentle, upright and kind-hearted, and was called a king by his father.

"I said that you must bring Crow to him with his own hands, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

At this point, the ship is over the Wakanda border, and Ulysses-Crowe returns to Sudan after attending the auction house on the underground black market, where the smuggler is in collusion with a speaker who can provide him with armed protection.

If he broke into the black market directly and captured Crow from the army, it would be too attention-grabbing, and it would be difficult to end the trouble at that time, so he simply waited until the other party returned and wiped it out.

As for the "chick" in Okoye's mouth, it was the ex-girlfriend of the young prince, the pretty beauty of the River Tribe—limited to the aesthetics of black people.

T'Challa had a young love affair with a girl named Nagia, but unfortunately he was going to study in Europe at that time, and as the future king of Wakanda, he had to understand the world and learn the knowledge and culture of the outside world, so he had to break up.

When the young prince returns to her homeland, Nakia has become the most powerful female warrior of the River Tribe, and has joined Wakanda's spy system as a super spy dedicated to rescuing her suffering fellow Africans.

Apparently, Nagia also has her eye on Ulysses Crowe, the notorious smuggler.

"A convoy of less than fifty people can be done by me."

T'Challa was full of confidence, and this was his first time as a Black Panther, donning a vibranium suit and fighting outsiders.

Rendered in vibranium nanotechnology, this black suit is invulnerable and absorbs kinetic energy, and is equipped with the royal family's original fighting style, a form of martial art that combines primitive combat techniques and mimics animal hunting, enough to deal with Crowe and his men.

T'Challa put on his helmet, his hands ejected sharp claws, crossed over his chest, like a cannonball falling rapidly from an open passage, the wind roared in his ears, and several metal balls were thrown in his hands, and the brilliant blue light flickered, turning into palm-sized discs, clinging to the jeep driving in front.

The invisible electromagnetic pulse spread suddenly, causing the vehicle led by it to lose control and plunge into the jungle on the side of the road, causing a rear-end collision behind it, and the commotion continued for a while.

"Panther! Guardian of the Kingdom of Wakanda! He must have come! ”

Ulysses sat in the middle jeep, flanked by John and Barbie, and the mutant legion was wrapped in a face scarf and mingled among the private forces.

"What's the panic, the kings of Wakanda are fifty or sixty years old, and no matter how strong they are, they are still old leopards."

John didn't care, sat as steady as a mountain, and let the commotion spread outside, belonging to the personal armed forces of the Sultan Speaker, forming a defensive formation, alert to the movements around him.

"He has a son, Prince T'Challa, who is said to have returned from studying abroad not long ago." Babi reminded softly.

The Ulysses-Crowe explosion killed and injured more than 100 Wakandans, including leaders of border tribes, and the impact was so bad that it is rare in the history of Wakanda that it has not been invaded by foreign enemies.

So this time he reappeared, presumably the team sent by Wakanda will not be too weak, it may be the border army, or the Panther, the former is not very likely, the dispatch of the army is really eye-catching, and it is more likely that the latter.

A group of men cautiously plunged into the jungle with submachine guns, the light of their flashlights piercing the darkness, and their private armed forces were not only escorting friends of the Speaker of the Sudanese Parliament, but also a group of African women.

The underground black market located on the border is not only engaged in the illegal business of smuggling arms and vibranium minerals, but also trafficking in human beings.

The five-person team pushed aside the tall weeds and saw only a wild dog barking, and when they looked up, a black shadow crouched on the trunk of a tree, like a black cheetah, and its sharp gaze made people's hearts palpitate.

"Did you find anything unusual?"

The commander of the private armed forces asked, but there was no answer from the other end of the communicator.

The next moment, a figure was thrown out of the weeds and smashed into the jeep like a cannonball, making a piercing thud that dented the entire body.

The sound of gunfire broke the silent night sky, and the firelight was like a long whip, and where it passed, the weeds of the jungle flew like debris, and the black figure was as fast as lightning, against the fierce and dense torrent of metal, rushing into the convoy, like a predatory cheetah, moving quickly and neatly.

In less than ten minutes, the private army was knocked to the ground, and the bullets were fired at the vibranium suit, only a few sparks were splashed, and the strong kinetic energy was absorbed, and T'Challa didn't even feel the slightest feeling.

He raised his claws, tore open a car door, and smashed the militants behind him to the ground, reaching out to hold the submachine gun that spewed fire, and with a slight force, he crumpled it into a pile of scrap metal.

T'Challa had already taken heart-shaped herbs, and he was infinitely strong and strong, and with his invulnerable vibranium suit, he was truly invincible!

"Nakia! You should not be involved in such dangerous actions. ”

The young prince leveled his opponent and walked to the wagon behind him, the dark-skinned girl in a veil, comforting others, and the whole carriage was full of goods for sale.

"They need me! These people are bought and sold as cattle and goods......"

Before Nakia could finish speaking, she saw T'Challa, who had taken off her helmet and was wearing a vibranium suit, falling to the ground.

A white-haired old man in a purple robe stepped out, and between the flipping palms of his hands, invisible magnetic force exploded, and the black panther, who was regarded as the guardian of the gods by Wakanda, rubbed fiercely on the ground like a teddy in heat!

Nakia was dumbfounded, the young and brave prince of Wakanda, his lower body kept shaking, hitting the earth hard, with that sad and angry expression, it was quite joyful.

For a while, the scene was extremely embarrassing.