A certain man from the motherland

"Ask your men to mobilize heavy weapons and be ready at all times.

Install explosives everywhere under the house where I live..."

Ron has super hearing and clairvoyance. As long as he wants to, very few things can be hidden from him.

For example, after he was hit yesterday, he heard the sound of a gun bolt in the car, and instantly saw through his clairvoyance that the leader of the convoy was the vibranium businessman Ulysses Crow.

He glanced at the lush and beautiful mountains and forests in the distance.

"In the mountain forest 800 meters away, three snipers were arranged to target me from different directions in the morning."

"You know everything?"

Crow's whole body was shaken, and all the actions he thought were secret were seen through. Ron's plain but insightful gaze made him feel like a clown. He pressed his hand and hurriedly defended with an ugly smile.

"I just...just in case, I didn't want to do anything."

"Your power scares people, and I'm trying to protect myself."

"Although the weapons and measures arranged, they can't even scratch my itch."

What Crowe thought was a private confession was no different to Ron's loud conspiracies in his ears. His eyes were as indifferent as looking at a dead person.

"But when you tried to attack me, there was already a place for you in hell."

"Sniper?"

After hearing the conversation between the two, Eric, who was holding Crow hostage, became nervous and hurriedly took Crow away to dodge and test in various directions.

"already dead."

Looking at the scared Eric, he said something.

"when?"

"When you come up."

Facing Crow's fear, Ron took a sip of coffee on the chair and said.

With his super speed, the moment Crow came up to say he had found the person, he used his laser eyes to kill three people with precision from 800 meters away.

The sniper rifle penetrated them and blew off their heads without causing any movement.

In the dense mountain forest in the distance, there are three different places suitable for sniping. Three corpses with miserable looks and heads pierced by lasers are lying on the ground. They carry walkie-talkies with no answer.

Cold sweat was streaming down Crow's forehead, and the hair on his back was creepy. Ron was really like the devil in the legend, nothing could be hidden from the devil's eyes, and the devil could do anything.

And the worst thing is that he now wants to kill himself, which makes him scared and angry.

"You can't do this.

You asked me to help you find someone, but you didn't tell me that the person you were looking for wanted to kill me."

He shouted angrily that he was being played like a clown.

"It's so unfair to me."

"There is nothing in this world that I cannot do.

It just depends on whether I want to or not."

Ron stretched out his finger and shook it, gently correcting his mistake.

He can do whatever he wants, and no one can restrain him with anything.

There was only one transaction between them.

"Aren't you going to take action yet?"

Looking at Eric, he asked.

"No...no! Listen, your father being killed by T'Chaka has nothing to do with me.

Because I helped your father steal vibranium from Wakanda, I was caught and almost killed by T'Chaka."

Crowe tried to save himself, pulling open the brand marks on his neck, trying to play the bitterness card.

Eric didn't believe his sophistry at all and struck hard with his dagger.

"Go to Hades and argue with my father."

"They killed the boss, shoot!"

Crowe's men rushed up to the second floor, roaring and about to shoot.

Bang bang, a deafening gunshot sounded.

Ron's eyes moved, and the world seemed to have pressed the stop button. The smoke from the bullets fired from the gun had not dissipated, and the form remained in mid-air.

He raised his finger and tapped it lightly, and the plasma energy beam hit the ground, and the energy exploded and blew everyone away.

Fragile human body parts flying around.

The next second, the speed returns to normal.

Eric blinked and saw Ron sitting there without moving, while all those people were blown away, and the world seemed to have been edited. His pupils shrank and he swallowed.

"how did you do that?"

Ignoring him, Ron stood up and walked past the corpses.

"Go and take the body of your enemy with you.

Go back to Wakanda, which you miss so much."

Klaue's body is a certificate of surrender that allows Eric, who has never lived on the land of Wakanda, to meet T'Chaka and allow the people of Wakanda to accept his certificate of surrender.

"yes."

Not daring to disobey, Eric carried the still-warm body on his shoulders, but his spine felt chilly.

The man in front of him not only has strange and powerful abilities, but also a terrifying mind. He asked Crowe to find him here, but his real purpose was to kill Crowe and bring him back to Wakanda.

Then what is the purpose of him returning to Wakanda to take revenge and become king? Is it really that simple to believe that he will keep his promise?

On the way out of the manor with Eric, Ron was strolling. From time to time, mercenaries rushed up with submachine guns, or wanted to shoot from a distance.

He tapped his fingers lightly, sometimes exploding, sometimes penetrating, as if playing a ruthless movement composed of screams and wails, blood and death.

No matter how many enemies rush up, the precise energy control will always kill them just right.

No matter what bunker the opponent is hiding behind, no matter how thick and hard the cement and steel bars are, they will be penetrated like tofu under his energy rays.

After being led out of the manor, Eric saw more than a hundred lives passing away in front of his eyes, while Ron's expression was dull, as if he had crushed a bunch of ants.

He couldn't help but be even more frightened. The person in front of him was more like a murder dealer than he was, and he was even a bit unworthy of this title.

The entrance to the manor.

"Klaus has a huge amount of vibranium, why don't we look for it?"

After walking out and looking back, Eric asked bravely.

Not to mention the role of gold, that's billions of dollars worth of wealth.

The most famous billionaire in the United States, Iron Man Tony Stark, would not ignore billions of dollars casually.

“His vibranium?

No, that's mine."

Ron said.

Regardless of his wealth of billions of dollars, even this batch of vibranium is dispensable to him.

But seeing Wakanda as his own, what Klaue stole was his.

The batch of vibranium is now lying quietly at the bottom of a nearby lake.

The base camp that Crowe worked so hard to manage was almost transparent to him.

When Crowe talked about vibranium with him, he ignored it because there was no need to talk.

…

Wakanda.

A third country in Africa, poor and backward, mainly produces fabrics, wool and clothing. Even most people in the world don't know that such a small country exists on the earth.

But this is just an appearance.

Seeing the backward villages outside Wakanda from a distance.

"Here we go, Wakanda, I'm back!"

Carrying a body bag, Eric was extremely excited.

Although he is a Wakanda noble, he has never actually returned to Wakanda and only knows about Wakanda in the books left by his father.

The steps were slow and Ron looked calm.

"I have no identity on this earth. The Lord of Wakanda will be the first title that can mark my identity."

"stop.

The front is our territory and we are not allowed to get any closer."

Wakanda's frontier tribesmen wearing distinctive costumes with blue as the main color came on horseback and intercepted them with long knives hanging on their waists.

Arriving in front of the two men, the leader, Wakabi, the leader of the border tribe in his early twenties, reined in his horse, stared at the two men, and said sternly.

"Go back the way we came, outsiders are not welcome in Wakanda!"

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