Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 91

Brooklyn, New York, Howlett Advanced Technology Research Center.

James looked at Jay Gatsby who had completed the technology acquisition task, handed him a cigar in satisfaction, waved his hand, and signaled him to sit down.

Mr. Gatsby, who took a "Golden Apple", did not cut the cigarette for himself first, but took out the lighter and leaned over to light it for James.

In New York in the early 30s, the weekend party at Gatsby's mansion, known to all the upper-class social circles, gradually became a fairy tale of that era.

Some said he was bankrupt, others that he ran over a poor woman and was shot dead by her husband.

In short, the "great" Mr. Gatsby in his early thirties, with a charming smile and great momentum, disappeared in the world of luxury and money.

"Did Howard Stark trouble you this time?"

While smoking a cigar, James looked at Gatsby on the opposite side frowning, exhaled a long column of smoke in a relaxed way, and asked in an easy-going manner.

Jay Gates has more creases than a smile, but like a veteran actor, there seems to be drama in every crevice.

"Mr. Stark thought at first that I was still going to talk about group mergers and acquisitions, but when he heard that I was interested in anti-gravity engine technology, he became more nervous."

He smacked his mouth. Mr. Howlett only smoked this cigar, which had a particularly strong aftertaste.

"He is worried that his technology, which has long been put on the shelf and has entered a dead end, has extraordinary prospects. After all, the Howlett Group has always sneered at the technical level of the outside world."

"In the end, he only agreed to sell the technology, but not including the patent rights. He may be digging out the dusty anti-gravity device from the warehouse now, knocking his head and re-studying it."

James smiled, and he was very satisfied with Gatsby's ability to handle affairs.

"You are humble, that Stark, who has a somewhat annoying personality, will not give up his skills so easily. You must have done a lot of tricks and maneuvers in the middle."

"It's all my job, sir. But I would like to mention it." Watching James nod, Gatsby continued.

"Our researchers have also reviewed this technology. It theoretically achieves the so-called anti-gravity effect, but the extremely high requirements for energy make it of no practical value. You are so interested in it, aren't you?"

"A lot of things depend on who owns it. Howard Stark is a character. The accumulation of the Howlett family's accumulation of nearly a hundred years is sometimes no match for a genius' flash of inspiration."

"But after all, he has a shallow foundation. To perfect a good technology, it needs a large number of elite talents and massive resource support. This technology is wasted with him."

James has always been very patient with his capable subordinates. Gatsby, a group executive who did not come out of Howlett's old house, was much closer than most of his colleagues who hadn't seen Mr. Howlett once in several years. Make people jealous.

"The developer of Greenland should continue to follow up, and that identity will continue to be maintained."

Jay Gatsby nodded solemnly. This is the most important task entrusted to him by Mr. Howlett, and it has been continuously operated for more than [-] years.
Tuk Tuk Tuk.

There was a light knock on the door, and Gatsby glanced at James' eyes, got up and opened the door. Dr. Myron McLean, the chief material science expert of the institute, was standing at the door, looking at Gatsby questioningly.

"Dr. McLean, what's the matter?"

James beckoned McClain to come in, and Gatsby went aside and poured a shallow glass of brandy without ice.

Although I haven't met the doctor of the institute a few times, I have a deep memory of his preference for XO-grade cognac without ice.

In fact, Gatsby has a clear understanding of everyone he has come into contact with.

"Don't bother Mr. Gatsby—ah! I can have a little of that."

Dr. McLean pressed the thick tongue tie, thanked him and took the crystal square cup, pondered for a moment and said: "Sir, the stock of vibration gold is not too much."

James nodded unsurprisingly, "How much is left."

"More than four tons, less than one-fifth of the total."

"Don't touch these for now, and the primary products made in the early experiments are also returned to the furnace to prepare for the manufacture of new equipment."

"After that"

The greatest passion of Dr. McLean's work is the continuous research on vibranium, a magical metal. It is undoubtedly what he does not want to see that vibranium can no longer be used for experiments.

"You should focus on the casting of small components of Edman Gold first. If it can be freed from the situation of only making cold weapons with simple structures, it will be a huge breakthrough."

Looking at McLean, who looked dejected as if he had lost his beloved toy, James laughed softly, and said freely, "Don't worry about the doctor, there will be, there will be brandy, and there will be vibration gold."

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo hoo!"

Members of the Wakanda tribe wearing various fabric cloaks, metal accessories, and huge lip and ear plates, stepping barefoot on a thick raft more than ten meters wide and more than 30 meters long, beating leather drums, stepping on drums, and mouth Floating down the river with a wild and savage chant.

"Vahala! Sadhu!"

Boom!boom!

The raft gradually floats to the fault section of the cliff, running through the mother river of Wakanda land, and a wide circular waterfall basin will be formed here, and the turbulent torrents on all sides will fall down and flow into Lake Valkana.

A priest wearing a feather crown and holding a black wooden stick shouted the last Wakanda prayer, and walked slowly towards the center of the basin amidst a burst of dense and surging drumming.

There was already standing there a bare-chested, tall and vigorous man with short curly hair and thick lips.

He looked about 30 years old, his nose bridge was much straighter than his compatriots, he had many bullet scars on his body, his eyes were calm, his face was weathered, and the water in the pool was slightly below the Achilles tendon, flowing slowly.

"The Wakanda Golden Tribe, the son of the previous Black Panther Azuli, T'Chaka, do you want to challenge the current Black Panther, King Olba from Jabari, the ape tribe."

"Yes High Priest."

"Merchants, frontiers, river valleys, mountain tribes! Do you agree with T'Chaka's challenge!"

Boom, the four tribal leaders, wearing their own unique headgear and clothing, crossed their fists and hammered on their shoulders on both sides, and nodded in greeting.

The contemporary black panther, the only panther guardian in Wakanda who did not come from the golden tribe in the past thousand years, Olba, who prefers to call himself "the ape", slowly walked out of a deep passage behind the waterfall.

He is extraordinarily burly and muscular, with broad shoulders like a silverback gorilla. He is nearly two meters tall, but his legs seem a bit short, and his arms are thick and long to the knees.

More than 20 years ago, the ape king Olba won the kingship of Wakanda and the qualification of the guardian of the black panther from the golden tribe, Azuli's younger brother. He drank the heart-shaped herb as he wished, but he did not really become Wakanda's king. king.

The Jabari tribe has been in a state of autonomy for thousands of years. Although it has the legal rights of the five major tribes of Wakanda, just like the Black Panther King has never let them bow their heads, Olba cannot win the allegiance of the other four tribes and the golden tribe. .

For more than 20 years, Wakanda has been loosely maintaining the continuation of the country, relying on thousands of years of tradition and the belief of the holy mountain, and has not been completely divided.

Without saying a word, Olba put down the ape-handed scepter made of special iron and wood, knelt down on one knee, and drank the dark blue medicinal liquid contained in the wooden bowl in the high priest's hand.

"Hoohoo."

Olba pinched his neck, and a thin purple tapeworm-like blood network kept appearing on his body. After so many years, he had become accustomed to extraordinary power, and this sense of powerlessness made him feel a little dazed for a while.

T'Chaka didn't start fighting eagerly. He put on a panther mask tanned with black hard leather, picked up a wooden shield and short spear, and stood relaxedly aside.

The ape king has gradually adapted to the power of mortals. He is now in his 50s, and he is in his prime. Maybe his endurance is not as good as when he was young, but the absolute power at the peak and the battle experience accumulated over the years are particularly terrifying.

The Jabari tribe was the most warlike, and the young men there would roar and fight each other in the valley all day long.

Olba put on the white ape mask, took off the fur vibrating armor full of the Jabari tribe style on his body, shook the twitching muscles in his chest, and the tribal compatriots on the cliff howled and barked.

"Challenge of kingship, start!"

T'Chaka took the initiative to stride up, he rushed sideways, did not act in a hurry, but kicked the water splash under his feet, and circled around Olba, the ape king smiled slyly under the mask, and stayed on the spot Keep a face-to-face distance with T'Chaka, and don't rush to attack.

He thought that the always violent Jabari would not be able to help but rush forward to attack, but there was a huge difference between Olba's inner thieves and his outer roughness. Continuously coiling around the outer circle would consume more energy, which he could afford .

T'Chaka understood that Olba could wait, but it was pointless to continue circling. He picked up water with a short spear and splashed it on Olba's face. Taking advantage of this opening, the standing shield hit him.

Boom!

Holding a vibrating ball-shaped cane in the ape's hand, he immediately smashed T'Chaka's iron-wood shield, and the flying sharp fragments drew bloodstains on his chest. T'Chaka dared not stand next to him.

Whoa whoa whoa.
The pool on the cliff of the waterfall kept splashing the water caused by the two dodging and attacking. Olba looked at the heir of the golden tribe who could only jump and roll quickly, and couldn't help but sneered.

"This is what you've learned over 20 years outside? The pride of the Wakanda warriors!"

boom!
T'Chaka rolled up again in the pool, dodging Olba's swinging mace.

His trap has gradually been laid.

"Come on, Olba the ape, the warrior spirit of Wakanda has always been misunderstood. We are hunters of the vast grasslands and mountains, not reckless men who only roar and charge."

He was no longer dodging, facing Olba, dismantling moves with him.

Boom, Olba swung his cane like a sledgehammer, T'Chaka on the hard frame was so shaken that his jaw was numb, and he almost couldn't hold the short spear. His eyes flashed, and he took another step, finally.

Hey!
The ape king Olba with a frosty mane let out a long and shrill howl, and the sole of his foot was pierced by the fragments of the iron-wood shield embedded in the pool.

He staggered back two steps, and T'Chaka took the opportunity to thrust out a short spear, piercing Olba's knee. Olba braced himself with a cane, and knelt in the shallow pool.

T'Chaka knocked down the ape king with his fist, and kicked the cane away. Olba struggled. T'Chaka casually put the spear point on his neck, and stared intently at the edge of the cliff. of all the tribes.

After the shield was shattered, he began to use the gap between the continuous rolling and moving, and stuck the iron wood thorns as thick as fingers into the fine cracks at the bottom of the pool, setting up his own trap, waiting for the prey to enter.

The representatives of the various tribes watching the ceremony didn't even understand why Olba lost for a moment without knowing it. Seeing that T'Chaka with a somewhat strange temperament, the discussion gradually subsided.

"For thousands of years, the Jabari tribe has disobeyed the king's order. Wakanda has not been truly complete for a day. We have guarded the holy mountain, but we have not discovered its power."

T'Chaka looked at everyone proudly, especially the Jabari tribe who looked at him angrily, and said loudly.

"Today, I, T'Chaka of the Golden Tribe, son of King Azuli, heir to the throne of Wakanda, do you recognize my rights!"

A moment of silence, "The Valley Tribe agrees." "The Merchant Tribe agrees." "Frontier Tribe.".
"And you, the leader of Jabari, Olba the Orangutan."

"Hey hey hey bah."

Olba tilted his head and squinted at T'Chaka, spat out the blood from his mouth in disdain, his words were still tough.

"Little Leopard, you are no longer a pure Wakanda, the winner is king, I admit defeat, but you want the ape tribe to bow its head, don't even think about it! Jabari can only—"

laugh.
T'Chaka pierced the short spear into Olba's left shoulder with a blank expression, straight through his heart, and the ape king didn't even have time to scream, his eyes turned gray, and the blood sprayed him red. beard, fell forward, and his face fell into the pool water.

More than a dozen guards from the Jabari tribe rushed forward with shouts, while soldiers from the Golden tribe and other tribes also went up to meet them, and the two sides confronted each other.

The winner of the kingship challenge has the right to decide whether to keep the other party's life. In order to show kindness, the past kings would forgive and spare lives in order to show kindness and reflect the belief that the various tribes of Wakanda belong to each other.

T'Chaka ignored the people from the orangutan tribe who were trying to rush forward. He walked to the edge of the cliff alone, looked at the vast jungle and wilderness below, and the scenes of the past 20 years quickly emerged in his heart.

He worked in universities and factories in the United States, learned technology secretly, participated in World War II, rushed through the hail of bullets, saw airplanes and cannons, and even an atomic bomb that was enough to wipe out Wakanda.

The world is rolling forward, and this land can no longer stick to the original as it used to be.
T'Chaka, the son of Azuli, returned to the tribe after leaving Wakanda for more than [-] years. He won the challenge of kingship, killed the ape king Olba, and regained the throne. All four tribes are loyal.

T'Chaka, who gained the power of the Black Panther, led his troops to the Jabari tribe, eliminated all those who opposed the Black Panther kingship, truly unified Wakanda, and introduced modern technology in a bold manner, so that the magical vibrating gold finally gradually glowed. due power.

　Chapter 2 was released later, yesterday was a little less, and today the two chapters are [-]+ each, which is equivalent to adding a small chapter.At present, the disk is still stable with two updates of [-]+ per day. When I can save a few manuscripts and complete the follow-up details, I will be able to give everyone daily ten thousand from time to time.

Love everyone.

　
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