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Daisy was not surprised at all. Whether it was a 300-meter fall or a 30,000-meter fall, the Juggernaut would be fine.
The Juggernaut and the Viper were somewhat similar; he was also a chess piece of the behind-the-scene big boss.
Cyttorak of the Crimson Cosmos, a high-dimensional demon bestowed his powers the Juggernaut.
According to Daisy's estimate, Cyttorak, the demon, is too powerful, so powerful that he has nothing to do! Surely, he was very bored, with no one creating games for him, no one to chat with to pass the time. In the long, lonely nights, he can only entertain himself.
This bored demon threw a ruby filled with his own magic to Earth. Anyone who picked up the gem, regardless of whether they were tall, short, or thin, would transform into the Juggernaut, standing three meters tall and weighing over eight hundred kilograms.
Like playing a game and controlling a character, the big demon manipulated the host. If you don't want to become the next host and turn into a fool, it is best not to kill him.
But Daisy couldn't just let this fool go. She has a lot of knowledge about Madame Viper's poisons in her mind. While she couldn't create complex things, making an anesthetic was relatively simple.
Previously, she synthesized a large barrel of anesthetic on the Wakanda aircraft. Following the dosage for dealing with elephants, she injected the Juggernaut with ten times the amount.
Even with magical power to repair his body, a conservative estimate would still render him unconscious for two days.
After Storm ended her storm and joined the ranks of bullying mercenaries, the female guards gradually finished their fights. Despite enriched combat skills and the high individual qualities of the mercenaries, facing lightning coming from the sky left them helpless.
With their battles over, only Black Panther and Bartok were left in combat.
Black Panther is too young and eager to show off in front of Storm and became more and more impatient as the fight continued.
Bartok had a hard time dealing with Vibranium. In gaming terms, after half a day of fighting, he hadn't even broken through Black Panther's defenses except for tiring T'Challa's physical strength.
Against Captain America, he could deceive the opponent into giving up the shield advantage and rely on bare-knuckle fighting. But facing Black Panther, this strategy won't work. He couldn't ask the opponent to take off his clothes, right?
The two also had some language issues. Black Panther's English carried a strong African native flavor, and although most French people could speak English, Bartok was an exception. His time was spent on martial arts training and combat, leading to his mediocre English.
Their communication mismatch led to an incomprehensible conversation, and because they couldn't understand each other, they could only resort to head-on combat.
After more than ten moves, Bartok began to feel desperate.
Black Panther's future as a superhero isn't just reliant on Heart-Shaped Herb and Vibranium equipment; his own talent is also top-notch.
The fight with Bartok made him aware of many shortcomings in himself. Now, he consciously started learning the opponent's martial arts.
Learning from each other and enriching their own martial skills.
"I surrender!" Bartok, who could be hired by Nick Fury in the future, didn't have high integrity values. Seeing no chance of victory, feeling extremely upset, he raised his hand and surrendered, refusing to continue the unfair fight!
Despite the enemy surrendering, Black Panther felt some regret. He didn't win this fight, but good rest made him not say much. Handcuffing Bartok and the other mercenaries, and reuniting with Daisy, and Storm, they lifted the Juggernaut onto the plane and directly returned to Wakanda.
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Entering the palace, the old king eagerly inquired about the situation. Knowing that all enemies were captured, the fat old man breathed a sigh of relief.
He wanted to know how these people found the entrance to Wakanda.
The interrogation quickly ended; ordinary mercenaries knew very little. They all followed Bartok, who led them through the forest in a pattern, like walking a labyrinth. They walked a mile, then retreated 500 hundred meters, rested for 30 minutes, walked 800 meters to the west, and then north. This kind of travel was confusing.
In short, even the mercenaries themselves were unclear about how they entered.
As for the Juggernaut, he was deemed a fool. This was the unanimous conclusion of several people in Wakanda who claimed to have the most experience in torture.
The question shifted to Bartok. How did this guy know the entrance path?
Whips, sticks, hallucinogenic flowers—various methods were used. Bartok felt wronged; all these arrangements were made through intermediaries. The other party only paid a deposit, and he had no idea what he was looking for in Africa. As for the method of entering Wakanda, it was sent to his personal email by hackers.
Seeing that no specific information could be obtained, the torture officer handed the interrogation report to the old king and the Council of Elders.
T'Challa, Storm, and Daisy then joined the so-called "royal meeting." Their respective identities were the prince, the neighboring country's saint and the prince's girlfriend, and a self-proclaimed international affairs observer who was passing by accidentally.
It was only at this point that Daisy saw the leaders of the other four tribes. It had to be said, just like this country, these guys were also strange.
The leader of the merchant tribe was a thin, old lady with a multicolored rag wrapped around her head. She had two huge earrings on her ears, triangular eyes, and leaned on a cane. Since she had killed the old lady Gao, Daisy was now naturally hostile towards this image. She glanced at her and looked away.
The leader of the border tribe was a middle-aged man with chocolate-colored skin, his face covered with numerous dense lines. It was said that the more lines, the more prestigious the position.
The leader of the river tribe was a somewhat thin middle-aged man, the brother of the queen. He had three plates stuffed into his lower lip and ears, and when he spoke, saliva sprayed out along his lower lip. This guy also thought that wearing an emerald green suit would make him look chic, and Daisy almost gave him a shock wave out of disgust.
The last one was the leader of the mining tribe, a fat old lady. Compared to her colleagues, her appearance was relatively normal. She had her hair braided into more than ten small braids, with decorative items hanging from the ends.
The three sat in the audience, and the meeting officially began.
The old king is not a fool; on the contrary, he is very clever. He suspected that his younger brother might have caused this trouble. If this matter were thoroughly investigated, it would eventually lead to him, because he did not do things completely and left a way to Wakanda's entry path outside. To protect himself and ensure a smooth inheritance of the throne to his son, he had to smooth things over.
"How should we handle this matter? Everyone, please share your thoughts," the old king spoke first.
"Execute all outsiders. We must keep Wakanda's location secret," immediately responded the middle-aged man with the plates in his mouth. His hostility between his words was undisguised. The remaining three elders exchanged glances, some nodding, some shaking their heads, and some seemingly casually glancing at Daisy and Storm.
Daisy remained indifferent, understanding that the other party was obviously taking advantage of the topic to try to drive Storm away and have one of his own people become the future queen of Wakanda.
Although she knew that this scheme behind the scenes had little to do with her, the petty Daisy still made a mental note to make this "Plate Brother" pay for his words today when the opportunity arose!
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