T'Challa leapt lightly and returned to the roof of the car Tony was driving.
"Hey—nice move. I'm thinking of adding sothing like that to my own armor too."
Tony turned his head toward Lucas.
"I learned that trick from Skye. That shockwave of hers is honestly terrifying—it's basically the nesis of physics itself."
Lucas shrugged without saying anything. After all, vibration wasn't just devastating to the human body; it was equally destructive to anything natural or technological.
"I've got another idea," Tony continued excitedly. "Since vibranium can absorb kinetic energy, doesn't that an Skye is basically a walking power bank for vibranium armor? Honestly, she really suits you, Lucas—one vibranium charger and one uru-tal charger. Say, why don't you two co work for Stark Industries? Na your price. One job only: be my living batteries. What do you say?"
Before Tony had even finished speaking, Lucas had already drawn his ultimate weapon.
"That could work," Lucas replied calmly, "as long as you're not worried about Stark Tower disappearing."
"Hey—hey! I was joking! No need to get so serious!"
Tony imdiately backed down. He knew Lucas was fully capable of that. After all, the Capitol building had once been flattened—and to this day, it still hadn't been rebuilt, with congressn forced to work out of a nearby university.
Of course, Tony also knew Lucas was joking as well. They had that level of unspoken understanding.
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On Nakia's side, she had already caught up to Ulysses Klaue.
"Hold tight, Okoye—I'm accelerating!"
Wakandan vehicles were in a league of their own. Klaue's driver had nearly floored the accelerator, yet not only could they not shake the pursuers, the distance was closing rapidly.
"Looks like it's ti for my trump card."
Klaue rolled down the window and leaned halfway out. His prosthetic arm transford once again into an energy cannon.
He aid at Nakia's car and fired without hesitation.
The blue energy blast struck the vehicle dead-on. Under the impact, the car disintegrated, sending Nakia and Okoye flying through the air.
They could only watch as Klaue sped away into the distance.
At that mont, T'Challa arrived. Tony perford a stylish drift and parked perfectly in front of the two won.
"Need a ride, ladies?" Tony's voice rang out.
"He's driving?" Okoye glanced at T'Challa.
T'Challa said nothing—he clearly didn't know what to say either.
Everyone got in. T'Challa resud his position on the roof, and Tony quickly caught up to Klaue once more.
Klaue repeated the sa tactic, firing another energy blast.
This ti, Tony didn't give him the chance. With a sharp drift, he dodged the shot. Using the montum, T'Challa leapt high into the air, landed on Klaue's car—and ripped off one of its wheels.
Carried by inertia, the vehicle flew forward, hit the ground, rolled several tis, and finally slamd into a utility pole before coming to a stop.
T'Challa approached the wrecked car calmly as Klaue crawled out.
"Ulysses Klaue—you will pay for what you've done."
T'Challa raised his hand, claws extending instantly.
Klaue fired the energy cannon again. T'Challa didn't dodge, taking the blast head-on. Most of the energy was absorbed by the suit, though part of the armor was damaged—but the nanotech repaired itself almost instantly.
Klaue tried to fire again, but before the energy could charge, T'Challa grabbed his arm and tore it off entirely.
Bang!
With a single kick, T'Challa sent Klaue flying.
"Murderer! Where did you get that weapon?!"
T'Challa crushed the prosthetic arm in his hand and strode toward Klaue.
"You really don't know?" Klaue shouted back. "You primitive people don't deserve weapons with this kind of power!"
T'Challa grabbed Klaue by the collar, lifting him up, claws pressed against his throat.
"Every breath you take right now is an act of rcy. But now I—"
Before he could finish—
"Your Majesty, people are watching. You can't kill him."
Okoye and Nakia hurried over to stop him.
At so point, a crowd had gathered around them. Phones were raised everywhere—photos and videos being recorded, every lens focused squarely on T'Challa.
"T'Challa, this isn't the ti," Tony added. "Take Klaue and get out of here."
Wakanda was still regarded as a poor nation. If the world discovered the Black Panther and Wakanda's advanced technology, it would cause global uproar—sothing Wakanda could not afford.
T'Challa lowered his claws, punched Klaue unconscious, stuffed him into the trunk, and everyone got back into the car and left imdiately.
"JARVIS, delete all those videos."
Tony gave the order.
JARVIS wasn't powerful enough to erase data directly from people's phones, but removing related photos and videos from the internet was well within his capabilities.
He even went a step further—permanently banning the accounts that uploaded the footage.
What none of them noticed was the small red light blinking steadily behind Klaue's ear.
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"Are we heading straight to the airport with him?" Tony asked as he drove.
Neither Okoye nor Nakia offered to take over. Their driving skills simply didn't compare to Tony's.
"No," T'Challa replied, gazing into the distance. "First, we're going sowhere else. I need to interrogate Ulysses Klaue."
The car arrived at a secluded safehouse—a villa halfway up a mountainside. It was one of Wakanda's secret bases in the region. By now, daylight had fully broken.
Splash—
A bucket of ice water was dumped over Klaue's head. He jolted awake, struggling violently when he realized he was tied to a chair.
"Don't bother," Okoye said, holding a dagger under his chin. "Vibranium restraints. You should be familiar with them."
Instead of fear, Klaue laughed—and even began humming.
"Oh, vibranium? Then I'm not worried."
He looked around and realized he was inside a villa.
"Nice décor. Doesn't look anything like that backward style you people have."
Okoye frowned and drew the dagger across his neck—just enough to break the skin. Blood trickled down.
At that mont, T'Challa descended the stairs. He wasn't wearing the Black Panther armor, only a tailored suit.
"Ulysses Klaue," T'Challa said coldly, looking down at him, hatred burning in his eyes like sothing tangible. "Your cris will be judged by Wakanda."
Though he longed to kill Klaue with his own hands, he had promised the others—this man would be taken back to Wakanda and put on trial.
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