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When it comes to the so-called weapons of mass destruction, Storm couldn't engage in the conversation about this topic easily. She could only smile awkwardly, and express her agreement.
Daisy continued, "Although I don't quite believe there are advanced weapons in Africa that even S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't know about, I've been following the clues. The other party is well-trained, and currently led by the French mercenary Batrok. He is a brave man good at fighting and is very skilled."
Viper has significant resources. Through various intermediaries, she had stolen many connections and hired a large group of mercenaries.
Both sides set off around the same time. However, Daisy, playing with lions along the way, deliberately lagged behind by nearly three days.
She didn't know in advance that she could hire Batrok the Leaper, a French mercenary with peak human physical abilities, a former Olympic weightlifter with well-developed leg muscles.
Batrok is cool-headed, quick-witted, and highly skilled in various combat techniques, especially excelling in leg techniques. In the movie "Captain America: The Winter Soldier," he fought evenly with Captain America, showcasing commendable strength.
Daisy and Storm traveled together. During an evening break, the helper urgently summoned by Storm finally arrived.
The one who meets up with Storm is an African American male, with a gentle demeanor, clear gaze, a stubbled beard, and agile movements, indicating extraordinary skills.
"Ororo, is this the person brought by... no, the reinforcements sent by Professor Charles?" Daisy knowingly asked.
Storm was filled with guilt now, feeling that she had concealed information and deceived Professor Charles, who had treated her like her father. At this moment, she really doesn't want to hear his name.
However, introducing the young black man proves difficult for her. Eventually, she decides to be honest, "I'm sorry, Daisy, I didn't mean to deceive, but this has nothing to do with Professor Charles."
Daisy chuckles inwardly, dealing with Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. on a daily basis, and now encountering these righteous people feels a bit awkward. Knowing their personalities, these people are really easy to deceive.
She adopted a defensive posture, "Are you going to attack? Are you in line with those guys?"
Storm hurriedly explained, "No, I promise we're not. But what's happening now has nothing to do with Professor Charles, and it's unrelated to the relations between mutants and the American government. Please believe me."
Only a fool would believe in this situation, and Daisy shakes her head, indicating disbelief.
At this point, the black man beside Storm stepped forward, raising both hands to show he was unarmed.
He is T'Challa, who just received the title of Black Panther from the old king. Originally, the Black Panther title and the king were the same person, but under the arrangement of the old king, T'Challa received the title and the enhanced heart-shaped herb in advance.
T'Challa received Storm's message and hastily came from Wakanda.
"Miss, my name is T'Challa. The people you're tracking are looking for me or, to be more accurate, my homeland. Please believe us, we mean no harm." T'Challa speaks slowly in English.
Daisy thinks for a moment, "How can you prove it?"
T'Challa and Storm gesture for her to follow. When they reached an open area, they stopped.
Daisy looked around, ad seemingly touched something, and seemed to understand, "Is there some kind of invisibility device here? Did you guys develop it yourselves, or did Western countries sell it to you?"
T'Challa found the condescending tone from Daisy quite normal; the outside world has always looked down on African technology. If Daisy were overly impressed, that would be abnormal.
T'Challa smiled calmly, taking out a device and lightly pressing it, and a sleek, black-coated aircraft appeared before Daisy.
After receiving permission to inspect it, Daisy circled around the aircraft.
The aircraft resembled a flying saucer, elliptical in shape, with a turbine engine on each side of the wings. The rear thruster emitted a blue light, without any noticeable odor, suggesting it didn't use any conventional aerospace fuel.
"An alien spacecraft?" Daisy continued with her acting.
T'Challa maintained a 99% coolness, smiling as he replied, "Our aircraft, Wakanda's aircraft. Come, Miss Johnson, we can talk slowly on the way."
T'Challa said they could talk slowly, but as soon as they were on the plane, he accelerated to catch up. Unfortunately, the mercenaries were already ahead, and with their remarkable stealth capabilities, the plane flew back and forth in the vicinity twice. Besides some human footprints, they couldn't find any other details.
"What secrets are you hiding?" Daisy asked, her face as calm as water.
T'Challa and Storm exchanged glances. In the end, T'Challa spoke, "The targets of these unwelcome guests are my homeland. Please come to Wakanda with us. My father, the King, will answer all your questions."
Daisy nodded in agreement.
The plane entered the mountain range. For their first stop, they didn't go directly to Wakanda. Daisy guessed it was still a gamble.
T'Challa parked the plane on the outskirts of Wakanda, in a place called the Border Tribe.
"Please rest here for the night. We'll head into the mountains tomorrow," T'Challa said before leaving her alone.
"If you can make an aircraft like that, why is there still the custom of grazing here?" Daisy looked around at the black children playing and herding sheep, and adults riding horses or tending to crops. She was exceptionally curious and turned to Storm for answers.
This wasn't acting; she had always wondered about this strange social structure. While the other tribes in Wakanda enjoyed a convenient lifestyle, the Border Tribe, acting as the country's eyes and ears abroad, lived a life of grazing and farming outside?
With this unfair treatment, it was no wonder the Border Tribe joined Killmonger on the first day he became King. It was clear that Wakanda's national policies had problems, and Daisy couldn't understand it.
Storm had asked T'Challa similar questions before, and the answer she got was tradition—the ancestors of the Border Tribe volunteered for this!
Storm had no comments on this. Maybe the first generation were willing, but are the descendants the same? Judging by the resentful expressions of the Border Tribe members, it was clear they were not willing.
Storm was honest. She didn't have the habit of talking in circles like Madame Viper. She had to stick to the standard answer.
"It's their tribe's tradition..."
Daisy frowned with her attractive eyebrows, and pondered, "It shouldn't be reasonable. The technological content of that aircraft just now exceeded that of S.H.I.E.L.D. They could easily place a few monitors outside with such advanced scientific technology. Why send people out on missions and still retain such primitive pastoral habits?"
Storm was desperate to scratch the wall; she had no idea! But as a half-master and future master of the country, she had to answer.
From folklore to tradition, ending with a discussion on quality of life, she felt embarrassed by her own words.
Fortunately, Daisy didn't continue to dwell on the issue. The two walked on the tribal path, observing a village that seemed indistinguishable from any other place in Africa.
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