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"Very good! Then this is Wakanda's final decision."

Dressed in soft and silky silk, the old king stood up from the first seat. His unquestioning eyes swept over T'Challa, Shuri and the elders of various tribes.

Seeing that no one had any objection, he put one hand behind his back, turned around and walked towards his palace.

Wakanda’s choice is simple. Ultron’s target is vibranium, and Stark and others’ target is also vibranium.

They want to cooperate with Stark, but they also have to be careful about Stark and others secretly harming them. After all, vibranium's role in promoting technology is too powerful, and Stark Industries knows about such powerful vibranium.

Wakanda decided to delay the fight for a while and then cooperate with Stark against Ultron in a few days.

After all, they are in no hurry.

Messy thoughts filled the old king's mind, making him frown and look thoughtful as he walked all the way to the entrance of his palace.

The worry triggered an old illness he had suffered for years, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and cough a few times.

Although as the leader of the Golden Family, the old king once took heart-shaped grass, which allowed him to obtain the blessing of the Leopard God, the long years and years of war still brought trauma and disease to his body.

He raised his hand to hold the wall of the palace, and the servants guarding the two gates hurried forward with concern, trying to support the old king.

"No need! Can you guys just leave?"

The old king stopped the servants' actions with a strong voice.

He is the hero of Wakanda. For decades, Wakanda has come to this day under his leadership. How could he give up easily?

The two female guards looked at each other helplessly, and could only bow their heads and nod to the old king, then retreat with the vibranium spears in their hands.

Watching the two guards walk away, the old king bent over with a grimace in his stomach.

He quickly opened the door and returned to his palace.

Leaning against the door, the old king took a few deep breaths, bent over, endured the pain, and walked towards his seat in the hall.

"old man!"

A hoarse electronic voice sounded quietly, carrying a tone of mockery and contempt.

"who!"

The old king was immediately horrified, feeling the piercing cold phantom pain behind him, he immediately lunged forward without caring about his image.

But it's too late.

thump—

With a loud bang, the pulse cannon accurately hit the old king's back, causing the old king to scream and be knocked to the ground.

Without waiting for the attacker to come forward to check his achievements, the old king rolled forward sharply and stood up quickly.

"It's you!"

Only the corner of his clothes was slightly dirty, and the old king immediately looked at his attacker.

The old king was stunned by the enemy in front of him, but he still sneered.

"Tony Stark, I knew you had evil intentions. You Western bandits only knew how to do petty thefts, but I never thought you would break into my palace and attack me at this time.

Are you bullying us because there is no one left in Wakanda?

Hahahahaha~

Unexpectedly!

I have been wearing a nano-suit, your low-end technology has no effect on me!"

"What, you're wearing a vibranium suit?"

A man in a silver mechanical armor stood opposite the old king, and the Ark reactor on his chest was glowing with a fluorescent blue light.

He raised his hand, and another pulse cannon hit the old king's chest.

The energy dissipated, and the old king's battle suit became faintly visible.

"Boy!

Who sleeps, sings, walks, fishes, or gives a speech these days without wearing a battle suit?

This is nanotechnology!"

He raised his hand and patted his chest. A golden nano-suit wrapped around the old king's body. He looked around sharply, looking at the silencers that had been arranged around him, and sneered:

"I knew you damned Yankees were up to something, and it turned out to be true.

Since you dare to attack me in Wakanda, then you should stay here!"

The old king pounced forward like a cheetah.

The owner of the iron armor was unable to dodge and was scratched by the sharp vibranium nails on his chest. He was also kicked in the chest by the old king.

The iron armor flew out, and the whole person smashed through the table in the hall and fell into the floor.

The old king was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue the enemy, but unexpectedly, the stomach cramps made him cover his abdomen.

And Iron Armor took this opportunity to stand up and pulled out a spear-like weapon from under the wreckage of the table.

The front end of the weapon flashed a cold light like a fork.

He looked at the old king and murmured:

“It hurts, right?

You know, revenge is the greatest prank.

T'Chaka, I send my greetings to you on behalf of my father...!"

With just one glance, the old king recognized the material of the steel fork. It was the specialty of Wakanda - vibranium.

Enduring the pain and standing up straight, the old king said with a gloomy expression:

"Your father? Howard Stark, who also obtained vibranium in my Wakanda?

I know that you have never given up the search for me over the years. Next, I will capture you and let the whole world witness your crimes!"

"Howard Stark?

No--"

thump—

The tuning fork in the Iron Armor's hand slammed the ground, and the two fork tips vibrated rapidly, making a series of sharp buzzing sounds.

The old king was struck by lightning. He could not help but take a step back and cover his ears in pain.

This is the biggest weakness of vibranium. It can absorb almost all energy, but it cannot absorb sound.

What made the old king even more uncomfortable was that he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen again, as if his belly was pierced by a sharp blade.

“It hurts!

Does this pain remind you of who my father is? "

The voice from the iron armor was filled with cruel pleasure.

Hearing this, the old king's pupils shrank instantly, and he looked in disbelief at the figure in steel armor slowly walking towards him.

The old wound on his abdomen originated from a trial of a traitor in Wakanda, and that traitor was none other than his own brother.

Back then, his brother witnessed black people suffering from racial oppression and African countries being discriminated against by the world and having no international status.

His younger brother is determined to use vibranium to improve the development of black people.

Later...his younger brother trusted a vibranium dealer named Ulysses Klaue and provided him with intelligence about Wakanda.

When Ulysses stole the vibranium, he caused an explosion in Wakanda, resulting in casualties among the Wakandans.

His brother's previous behavior was exposed by Zuri, a Wakanda spy hiding in the United States. Later, when his brother tried to kill Zuri, he was stopped by him. He was shot in the abdomen, and his brother was accidentally killed by him.

He had always known that his younger brother had a son, but he had never looked for the child.

But he never expected that one day, this child would come to him on his own.

"You're... um Job's son?"

The old king didn't know what expression he should show. After all... it was indeed him who accidentally killed his younger brother, Job. He was the murderer of his nephew Eric's father.

Shaking the tuning fork in his hand, the vibrating light was distorted, creating ripples.

Eric Killmonger had a cold expression on his face. He pressed the button on the handle, and the Ark reactor on his chest lit up with a red light, which spread along his armor and spread to the tuning fork in circles.

Without hesitation, the tuning fork in Eric's hand flew out and hit the old king's abdomen accurately, nailing the old king to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the armor on the old king's face opened. He stared at the tuning fork inserted in his abdomen with disbelief on his face.

His already limited life force began to slip away, and the severe pain made the old king's face pale without a trace of blood.

Eric's feet propelled him forward and he flew in front of the old king. He grasped the tuning fork in one hand and stepped hard on the old king's chest.

"Go on your way with peace of mind, old man~

This fork is for my father, and this fork is for me!"

Eric pulled out the tuning fork with a grim smile on his face.

“Revenge is the greatest prank!

My joy, you... feel it!"

puff-

Another tuning fork pierced through the old king's chest, killing his life. He looked at the cold iron armor in front of him glowing with a bright scarlet light.

The old king finally understood what Eric wanted to do.

He stretched out his hand and grasped the tuning fork, and said with his last bit of strength:

"Kid... Eric..., outsiders... can't be trusted. They... they... are using you. They want to... start a... war... between Wakanda... and Iron Man. At... this... time, you... you will... you will destroy the entire... Wakanda."

Eric pulled out the tuning fork with force and pried open the old king's palm. His eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"I don't care! I'm just going to destroy Wakanda!"

puff-

The tuning fork pierced the old king's head and was pulled out without any obstruction. Eric's face showed no emotion at all. His feet were propelled forward, and in an instant he broke through the roof of the palace and flew away.

Then a shrill alarm sounded in the palace. T'Challa, who arrived first, looked at the old king's body and roared in disbelief.

Su Rui, who arrived shortly afterwards, was also crying bitterly, and was trying desperately to save the old king.

"T'Challa... did you see... who the murderer is?" The old queen's voice trembled and her face was pale. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the remains of the old king.

"Yes..." T'Challa gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, hesitated for a moment, and said in a serious voice:

"I, I saw a steel armor."

"What!" The elder of the Rhino Tribe was shocked, and even the anger on his face dissipated a lot.

"Iron...Iron Man, Tony Stark??!"