Chapter 113 - [67]

After the announcement of Wakanda in the world summit, the media was in an uproar. Many theories were popping out like popcorns as to how this highly-advanced nation had kept to themselves.

With the new metal called vibranium introduced, many theorized (Including Tony Stark and Read Richards) that it could revolutionize our word. And it was a bidding contest who could get their hands on a brick of Vibranium.

While some were celebrating, others were also plotting their move on Wakanda from the inside as well outside. The Jabari tribe in particular didn't take the news very kindly, even as their leader (M'Baku) supported the new king T'Challa, few others still opposed the idea.

In a darkly lit room, two people were having a conversation. The only source of light was from the throne, it glowed red and throbbed like a living heart, beating from time to time.

The general was kneeling down on one knee, nervously looking down on the ground. As he gave the report out, the man was visibly sweating.

"I didn't expect them to do that." A hoarse-echoing voice said. "It may or may not cause us problems. But make sure not to get your work tangled up with them."

"Y-Yes, my Lord." The general spoke with a shaky voice, stuttering due to the pressure the person in-front emitted. Not daring to look up towards the white-alien of a creature.

"And bring me a royal-blood," the man, no, Vanyan said with his unpleasant voice. The Vanyans were one of the Originators that were in Wakanda, even before the nation was founded.

Like the other Vanyans, the person who was sitting on the red-neon-lit throne had a white ape-like structure, yet he had a thin build, he was particularly tall as well. His face bore an emotionless expression while his eyes gleamed with intelligence.

"Yes, of course my Lord." The man said. "I shall take my leave."

The leader didn't speak as he watched the general make his way out of his throne room.

A full hundred years had passed since this Vanyan had come to Wakanda. He, unlike his kin, didn't share their impressive strength. He was discarded and ridiculed while he lived on the other side and only using his brain did he make it to the top. And then he left the other side, coming here.

He was happy with how much he got, after becoming a ruler that controlled one of the main tribes of Wakanda. Yet his ego and greed had also increased, thinking of them as ambitions, he started plotting against the kings, wanting to be the next king of Wakanda.

But to do that he needed power and influence, while the latter was dancing in the Palm of his four fingered hands, the former was yet to give him a glance. He knew that taking over Wakanda meant to fight the panther goddess Bast.

Which was more than a suicide mission that he was not willing to take part in, so had hatched up a plan. Using his intellect, he had studied sorcery from the ancient times after kidnapping one of the sorcerers.

He always had a knack for this stuff even before coming to Wakanda. He knew the old languages even better than the Wakandan terrain that he ruled over.

To build his dream empire he hatched up a plan—a risky one. He knew it wasn't the perfect plan, but if it worked he would not only be the king of the most powerful nation of the world, he will also be ruler of the originators.

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General Thunderbolt Ross was one of the outsiders that didn't take the news of Wakanda very well. He was furious at those people for hiding themselves.

It wasn't that he was angry with them because of their lack of help in the Chitauri or Ultron's invasion. No, he was angry as to how he didn't know about this. While many people viewed General Ross as the Secretary of State for President Matthew Ellis.

He was much more, he, unlike the president, didn't have to think the best for the nation or humanity in general. No, he only thought about himself, why wouldn't he, unlike the president who had wealth from birth, he had fought in wars, strived for the betterment of the nation to earn his bread—with blood and tears no less.

Yet unless he joined politics, he was underrated. Then he understood doing good to others was a fool's dream and he would only work for himself. So he did just that…even now, with twisting his words in the president's ears, he was running several different underground companies and organizations.

These organizations were there to smuggle in and out gold, diamond, drugs, weapons and even those damn Mutant slaves—those monstrosities should have been exterminated long ago. But he was furious when he learned about the natural reserves of the metal Vibranium that were even more expensive than natural diamond.

He started making calls to the UN embassy and otherworldly institutions to get the political leverage needed to go to Wakanda. But his dreams were shattered and peed wet in the cold shower, when the door of his office opened and a lady came along.

The lady in question had dark skin, black hair, and brown eyes. Nothing outstanding but her figure was not to scoff at. In her red one-piece dress she looked rather stunning in her hour-glass figure.

But what made General Ross tense that it was one of the Wakanda operatives. Nakia was her name, she was also suspected working with Hydra, but it was cleared with Wakanda leverage. She started the report, the more she went on, the more the General's blood pressure started to increase.

"Mr. Secretary-general, I hope this will clear out things." She finished her so-called report. As he pushed a flash drive onto his table. "We couldn't put all of your 'wonderful-works' in one flash drive, so we are rather ashamed about it. But to make things clear, from now on the whole of Africa is under our jurisdictions.

"So hands off from our continent… Your organizations there will be dealt with in the next 24 hours. So be ready for some heart breaking news. Hope you won't get one of your heart-attacks." She said smiling, standing up from her chair, making her way out.

General Ross was visibly sweating at the proclamation; he couldn't just not do anything. "Yo-You won't get away with this."

She stopped mid-way glancing back, "Oh we will, just be lucky that we aren't sharing this news with the other underworld organizations. They wouldn't take the news of the Secretary in general funding terrorist attacks against their rules, they did bribe you quite too well, didn't they? Oh and again don't even think about vibranium.

"We won't sit still if you make a move on our treasures. And also 'your shit' with Dr Banner is another thing to worry about." She said, smirking. "Pardon me for my language. But if the green man that you accused of being a so-called villain… if general people knew who he was and who was the person behind his creation. What do you think will happen?"

The general visibly flinched at the name of Dr Banner, how did she know.

"You should think about leaving the rest of your life peacefully, you are old and in Wakanda we respect our elderly."

With that she left the office leaving behind the flabbergasted State Secretary.

The moment the woman left, the general took out his inhaler to get some breath in his condition. He didn't know things would end up this bad. Maybe he should have stayed away from Wakanda in the first place…no he wasn't a man who would cower.

Calming his nerves down he cleared his head. His worry fading, replaced with anger and spite. How dare they threaten him. He was never an underachiever, far from it.

But the woman was right, he was getting old, but he wouldn't stop. So why not bring about his future plans a little bit sooner.

Tapping his cell phone dialer, he called a specific person. "Doctor, we have a minor setback here. Please start the human trials.—

The person on the other side responded but it was inaudible.

"Sorry doctor but that's not my issue here. Just do it.—

"Yes, and it better be ready before the year ends. And I won't take anything less than the best."

With it he put down the phone, taking out a cigar. Lighting it up, taking a deep breath in. If his special project worked, then he wouldn't have to leave with this old frail body of his. He could be much more, "All will see, what Thunderbolt Ross is capable of." He said the last words, blowing off the cigar smoke.

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