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Chapter 147: Wakanda Investigation Report
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Number One spent several days first heading to a military base in North Africa, then secretly taking a speedboat to observe the coastline, finally selecting a landing spot.
The target was an indigenous nation called Wakanda. Its backwardness and ignorance were undeniable, and he wouldn't have been surprised if its people were cannibals—as a Super Soldier augmented by the Dionysus Factor, he naturally wasn't afraid of them. However, the lack of a clear target would increase the search difficulty.
The East Africa region was notoriously poor. Since Wakanda was located in Northeast Africa, it was undoubtedly an impoverished nation.
Number One spent a considerable amount of time and effort, surveying for several days before barely finding any populated areas. After multiple investigations, he was disheartened to find none of them were the target.
Only one last location remained, and it was the most probable. The vegetation here was lush, and strangely, grassy and woody plants coexisted, clearly demarcated.
That night, Number One and his team stealthily landed on the shore.
According to the Military's requirements, the process had to be kept secret and cautious. He was initially puzzled, but then he realized it was to avoid attracting the attention of other agencies, especially S.H.I.E.L.D.
Although he was quite annoyed that the suggestion had come from Tony.
Number One followed the traces of human activity, tracking details like footprints and excrement, until he finally arrived at a primitive tribe. He lay prone in the jungle, taking out his electronic binoculars to observe stealthily.
Behind Number One, the other Super Soldiers were also standing by in full readiness.
Number One spoke softly while examining, with someone nearby specifically in charge of recording.
"This is a primitive tribe, with houses still primarily straw huts, which isn't unusual. It's difficult to determine if this is Wakandan territory..."
"Their warriors use spears as weapons, which aligns with our intelligence. Observation intensity is to be raised to Level One. In Africa, where resources are scarce and civilization is backward, spears are undoubtedly more practical than large knives; the material for one large knife can make many spearheads. From this, it seems this tribe at least has some capability for self-preservation."
"...They raise a rare white rhinoceros, feeding it fruits. The rhinoceros very docilely accepts petting from the tribal residents. Primitive yet practical wooden fences. Investigation complete. This is undoubtedly a backward and ignorant tribe; such tribes are everywhere in Africa."
"Wait, that tool... it's remarkably effective. Its surface is uneven, with no traces of smelting. That color, it's Vibranium! These natives are using Vibranium to smash fruits! Quickly, record the location, East longitude... Holy crap!"
Finally, Number One swore out loud.
In that tribe, a black woman, seeing her companion's inefficiency in smashing fruits, simply turned around, went back into her hut, and carried out a pale blue glowing stone larger than her head. She forcefully smashed it onto the nuts on the ground, sending loud thuds echoing a considerable distance.
"Okoye, bringing out Vibranium isn't allowed. The King will punish you severely."
The black woman replied, "W'Kabi, the King has already approved it, allowing me to use it to make better weapons. It belongs to me now."
Number One and his subordinates' eyes turned red.
Someone among them held a remote listening device, and their conversation was heard by them, word for word.
Even Number One, who was highly trained, couldn't help but swear. Making weapons? Making spears? What a terrible waste!
These damned natives! Utterly ignorant and completely beyond saving!
Especially that woman, holding such a large chunk of raw Vibranium, each time she smashed it to the ground, it felt more like she was smashing Number One and his men in the chest. That feeling was heartache.
Number One recorded the location and quickly left with his team.
He didn't want to stay in this cursed place for another second, afraid he might not be able to resist killing those natives and seizing the precious Vibranium ore.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that this wasn't the real Wakanda. Wakanda was disguised by a high-tech protective shield, which was why it had world-leading technology yet was never detected by satellites.
This document, titled "Wakanda Investigation Report," was sent back domestically, causing a huge uproar. The few major magnates who knew about it went completely insane, wildly urging the President to send troops. Even more radical individuals declared their stance: "If The Government doesn't send troops, then I will directly dispatch my private mercenary army to occupy Wakanda."
The President, of course, wouldn't allow it, and the Military even less so. If these major magnates were to exclusively occupy Wakanda, The Government would at best get only the crumbs. After all, The Government was formed by several magnates.
Many past oil wars were driven by these trust giants, who used the nation to fight, then pocketed the oil revenues themselves, essentially making the country pay for individual interests.
This time, the profits were far beyond what any damn oil could compare to, even ten thousand times more important than the Bio-Power Generation Project currently being developed by Oscorp. Anyone who didn't get involved would be a fool.
Look at these natives, smashing things with Vibranium ore, making spears with Vibranium! Foolish!
In the world today, a gram of Vibranium had been driven to a sky-high price. Leaving aside everything else, just for that head-sized chunk of raw Vibranium, there was already complete justification to start a war, because no matter how you calculated it, it would be an enormous profit!
At an internal Military meeting, the various Group Armies were squabbling amongst themselves, each demanding that their Legion be the one to occupy Wakanda and reap the greatest benefits.
"Send troops! Send troops immediately!" When the footage was displayed on the large screen, Ross could no longer restrain himself, standing up and cheering loudly.
Many people started cheering.
Tony sat in a corner, looking at these people he had personally dragged into a pit, with the gaze one reserved for the dead. He especially lingered his gaze on Ross for a very long time.
He had succeeded. He had personally sent a large number of soldiers into an inescapable abyss. One must know, the one currently ruling Wakanda was the ruthless King T'Chaka, also known as Black Panther's father. Beneath his gentle exterior lay a cold heart; with him in charge, the Military's fate would surely not be good.
"Gentlemen!" Tony suddenly rose, spreading his arms. "I suggest the more troops we deploy, the better! We must completely occupy that place. Wakanda will become our own territory!"
Many looked over with scrutiny and distrust, which quickly faded, and they too began clamoring for more troops to be sent, to create a fait accompli of the Military occupying Wakanda.
"Once we completely occupy it, no matter who comes or what they say, it will be useless. They'll just have to honestly buy Vibranium at our price! This is monopolistic exorbitant profit! We will be the only ones in the world producing Vibranium!" said a high-ranking Military officer.
Resolution after resolution was swiftly passed. The Military decided to deploy four full-complement aircraft carrier battle groups and subsequently transport sixty thousand soldiers to commence a landing and occupation.
These troops were not meant to deal with Wakanda itself, but to warn other Factions. Everyone thought a few hundred people would be enough to conquer Wakanda.
Tony sat in the corner, smiling and clapping, as if beating out the Grim Reaper's deadly tune. Behind the applause, he seemed to hear the joyous sound of death.
If even ten thousand of those sixty thousand people returned alive, he would consider it his loss.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Number One spent several days first heading to a military base in North Africa, then secretly taking a speedboat to observe the coastline, finally selecting a landing spot.
The target was an indigenous nation called Wakanda. Its backwardness and ignorance were undeniable, and he wouldn't have been surprised if its people were cannibals—as a Super Soldier augmented by the Dionysus Factor, he naturally wasn't afraid of them. However, the lack of a clear target would increase the search difficulty.
The East Africa region was notoriously poor. Since Wakanda was located in Northeast Africa, it was undoubtedly an impoverished nation.
Number One spent a considerable amount of time and effort, surveying for several days before barely finding any populated areas. After multiple investigations, he was disheartened to find none of them were the target.
Only one last location remained, and it was the most probable. The vegetation here was lush, and strangely, grassy and woody plants coexisted, clearly demarcated.
That night, Number One and his team stealthily landed on the shore.
According to the Military's requirements, the process had to be kept secret and cautious. He was initially puzzled, but then he realized it was to avoid attracting the attention of other agencies, especially S.H.I.E.L.D.
Although he was quite annoyed that the suggestion had come from Tony.
Number One followed the traces of human activity, tracking details like footprints and excrement, until he finally arrived at a primitive tribe. He lay prone in the jungle, taking out his electronic binoculars to observe stealthily.
Behind Number One, the other Super Soldiers were also standing by in full readiness.
Number One spoke softly while examining, with someone nearby specifically in charge of recording.
"This is a primitive tribe, with houses still primarily straw huts, which isn't unusual. It's difficult to determine if this is Wakandan territory..."
"Their warriors use spears as weapons, which aligns with our intelligence. Observation intensity is to be raised to Level One. In Africa, where resources are scarce and civilization is backward, spears are undoubtedly more practical than large knives; the material for one large knife can make many spearheads. From this, it seems this tribe at least has some capability for self-preservation."
"...They raise a rare white rhinoceros, feeding it fruits. The rhinoceros very docilely accepts petting from the tribal residents. Primitive yet practical wooden fences. Investigation complete. This is undoubtedly a backward and ignorant tribe; such tribes are everywhere in Africa."
"Wait, that tool... it's remarkably effective. Its surface is uneven, with no traces of smelting. That color, it's Vibranium! These natives are using Vibranium to smash fruits! Quickly, record the location, East longitude... Holy crap!"
Finally, Number One swore out loud.
In that tribe, a black woman, seeing her companion's inefficiency in smashing fruits, simply turned around, went back into her hut, and carried out a pale blue glowing stone larger than her head. She forcefully smashed it onto the nuts on the ground, sending loud thuds echoing a considerable distance.
"Okoye, bringing out Vibranium isn't allowed. The King will punish you severely."
The black woman replied, "W'Kabi, the King has already approved it, allowing me to use it to make better weapons. It belongs to me now."
Number One and his subordinates' eyes turned red.
Someone among them held a remote listening device, and their conversation was heard by them, word for word.
Even Number One, who was highly trained, couldn't help but swear. Making weapons? Making spears? What a terrible waste!
These damned natives! Utterly ignorant and completely beyond saving!
Especially that woman, holding such a large chunk of raw Vibranium, each time she smashed it to the ground, it felt more like she was smashing Number One and his men in the chest. That feeling was heartache.
Number One recorded the location and quickly left with his team.
He didn't want to stay in this cursed place for another second, afraid he might not be able to resist killing those natives and seizing the precious Vibranium ore.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that this wasn't the real Wakanda. Wakanda was disguised by a high-tech protective shield, which was why it had world-leading technology yet was never detected by satellites.
This document, titled "Wakanda Investigation Report," was sent back domestically, causing a huge uproar. The few major magnates who knew about it went completely insane, wildly urging the President to send troops. Even more radical individuals declared their stance: "If The Government doesn't send troops, then I will directly dispatch my private mercenary army to occupy Wakanda."
The President, of course, wouldn't allow it, and the Military even less so. If these major magnates were to exclusively occupy Wakanda, The Government would at best get only the crumbs. After all, The Government was formed by several magnates.
Many past oil wars were driven by these trust giants, who used the nation to fight, then pocketed the oil revenues themselves, essentially making the country pay for individual interests.
This time, the profits were far beyond what any damn oil could compare to, even ten thousand times more important than the Bio-Power Generation Project currently being developed by Oscorp. Anyone who didn't get involved would be a fool.
Look at these natives, smashing things with Vibranium ore, making spears with Vibranium! Foolish!
In the world today, a gram of Vibranium had been driven to a sky-high price. Leaving aside everything else, just for that head-sized chunk of raw Vibranium, there was already complete justification to start a war, because no matter how you calculated it, it would be an enormous profit!
At an internal Military meeting, the various Group Armies were squabbling amongst themselves, each demanding that their Legion be the one to occupy Wakanda and reap the greatest benefits.
"Send troops! Send troops immediately!" When the footage was displayed on the large screen, Ross could no longer restrain himself, standing up and cheering loudly.
Many people started cheering.
Tony sat in a corner, looking at these people he had personally dragged into a pit, with the gaze one reserved for the dead. He especially lingered his gaze on Ross for a very long time.
He had succeeded. He had personally sent a large number of soldiers into an inescapable abyss. One must know, the one currently ruling Wakanda was the ruthless King T'Chaka, also known as Black Panther's father. Beneath his gentle exterior lay a cold heart; with him in charge, the Military's fate would surely not be good.
"Gentlemen!" Tony suddenly rose, spreading his arms. "I suggest the more troops we deploy, the better! We must completely occupy that place. Wakanda will become our own territory!"
Many looked over with scrutiny and distrust, which quickly faded, and they too began clamoring for more troops to be sent, to create a fait accompli of the Military occupying Wakanda.
"Once we completely occupy it, no matter who comes or what they say, it will be useless. They'll just have to honestly buy Vibranium at our price! This is monopolistic exorbitant profit! We will be the only ones in the world producing Vibranium!" said a high-ranking Military officer.
Resolution after resolution was swiftly passed. The Military decided to deploy four full-complement aircraft carrier battle groups and subsequently transport sixty thousand soldiers to commence a landing and occupation.
These troops were not meant to deal with Wakanda itself, but to warn other Factions. Everyone thought a few hundred people would be enough to conquer Wakanda.
Tony sat in the corner, smiling and clapping, as if beating out the Grim Reaper's deadly tune. Behind the applause, he seemed to hear the joyous sound of death.
If even ten thousand of those sixty thousand people returned alive, he would consider it his loss.
(end of chapter)
