Marvel Reverses Wolverine

Howlett Center for Advanced Technology Research, Brooklyn, New York.

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

After receiving a "golden apple", Mr. Gatsby did not cut the cigarette for himself first, but took out his lighter and leaned over to light it for James.

In New York in the early 1930s, the weekend parties at Gatsby's mansion that were known to all upper-class social circles gradually became a fairy tale of that era.

Some people said he was bankrupt, while others said he hit a poor woman and was shot to death by her husband.

In short, the "Great" Mr. Gatsby, who was in his early thirties, had a charming smile, and was immensely popular, disappeared in the world of luxury and wealth.

"Howard Stark didn't bother you this time."

While smoking his cigar, James looked at Gatsby opposite, frowning, blowing out a long column of smoke in a relaxed and lyrical voice, and asked casually.

Jay Gatsby's smile has more creases, but like a veteran actor, every crevice seems to be a play.

"Mr. Stark initially thought that I was still here to discuss group mergers and acquisitions, but when he heard that I was interested in anti-gravity engine technology, he became even more nervous."

He smacked his mouth. Mr. Howlett only smoked this cigar, and the taste was particularly strong.

"He is worried that his technology, which has long been shelved and has reached a dead end, has extraordinary prospects. After all, Howlett Group has always scorned the technical level of the outside world."

"In the end, he only agreed to sell the technology, but not the patent rights. He may be digging out the anti-gravity device that has accumulated dust in the warehouse, banging his head and studying it again."

James smiled, he was very satisfied with Gatsby's ability to do things.

"You are being humble. Stark, who has a somewhat annoying personality, will not give up his skills so easily. You must have done a lot of trickery and maneuvering in the process."

"It's all what I should do, sir. But I'd like to take the liberty 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 its extremely high energy requirements make it impractical for practical use. You are so interested in it, aren't you?"

"A lot of things depend on whose hands it is. Howard Stark is a character. The accumulation of the Howlett family over the past hundred years can sometimes be no match for the flash of genius."

"But after all, his foundation is shallow. To improve good technology, it requires the hard work of a large number of elite talents and the support of massive resources. This technology is wasted with him."

James has always been very patient with capable subordinates. Gatsby, a senior executive of the group who did not come from Howlett's old house, is closer to Mr. Howlett than most of his colleagues who have not seen him for several years. Makes people jealous.

"Greenland developers should continue to follow up, and that identity must continue to be maintained."

Jay Gatsby nodded cautiously. This was the most important task assigned to him by Mr. Howlett. It has been in operation for more than twenty years now.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

There was a light knock on the door. Gatsby glanced at James and stood up to open the door. Dr. Myron McLean, the institute's chief materials expert, was standing at the door, looking at Gatsby inquiringly.

"Dr. McClain, what's wrong?"

James called Maclean in, and Gatsby went aside to pour a shallow glass of brandy without ice.

Although I have not met this doctor from the institute a few times, I have a deep memory of his preference for XO grade cognac without ice.

In fact, Gatsby had a clear understanding of everyone he came into contact with.

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

Dr. McLean pressed down his thick-tongued tie, took the crystal cup with thanks, and pondered for a moment before saying, "Sir, the stock of vibranium is not too much."

James nodded without surprise, "How much is left?"

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

"Don't touch these yet, as well as the preliminary products made in the early experiments are also being reworked to prepare for the manufacture of new equipment."

"After that"

Dr. McLean's greatest passion for work is his continuous research on the magical metal Vibranium. He no longer wants to use Vibranium for experiments at will. This is undoubtedly something he does not want to see.

"You should first focus on the casting of small components of Adamantium. If you can get it out of the situation of only making cold weapons with simple structures, it will be a huge breakthrough."

Looking at McClain, who looked as dejected as if he had lost his beloved toy, James laughed softly and said freely, "Don't worry, doctor, there will be some, there will be brandy, there will be vibranium."

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hey, hey, hey!"

Members of the Wakanda tribe, wearing various fabric cloaks, metal accessories, and huge lip and ear disks, stepped barefoot on a heavy raft that was more than ten meters wide and more than thirty meters long, beating leather drums and stepping on the drum beats. Shouting wild and barbaric chants drifted down the river.

"Vahala! Sadhu!"

Bang bang! boom!

The raft gradually floats towards the fault section of the cliff, the mother river that runs through the land of Wakanda, where it will form a wide circular waterfall basin, with turbulent torrents on all sides crashing down and flowing into Lake Valkana.

A priest wearing a feather crown and holding a black wooden staff shouted the last Wakandan prayer, and slowly walked towards the center of the basin amidst a burst of intense drum beating.

Already standing there was a shirtless, tall and muscular man with short curly hair and thick lips.

He looked to be about thirty years old, with a nose that was much straighter than his compatriots, and a lot of bullet scars on his body. His eyes were calm, and his face was weathered. The water in the pool slightly covered his Achilles tendon and was flowing slowly.

"T'Chaka, the son of the previous Black Panther Azuri from the Golden Tribe of Wakanda, do you want to exercise your royal authority to challenge the current Black Panther, King Orba from the Jabari Tribe of the Apes?"

"Yes High Priest."

"Merchant, frontier, river valley, mountain mining tribe! Do you agree with T'Chaka's challenge?"

Boom, the four tribal leaders, wearing their own unique headdresses and costumes, crossed their fists on their shoulders and nodded in greeting.

The contemporary Black Panther, the only Black Panther guardian in Wakanda who is not from the Golden Tribe in the past thousand years, Alba, who prefers to call himself "Ape", slowly walked out of a deep passage behind the waterfall.

He is exceptionally tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and shoulders like a silverback gorilla. He is nearly two meters tall, but his legs look a bit short and his arms are as thick as his knees.

More than 20 years ago, Orba, the ape king, won the kingship of Wakanda and the qualification to be the guardian of the Black Panther from the Golden Tribe, Azuri's younger brother. He drank the heart-shaped herb as he wished, but he did not truly become Wakanda. The king of Da.

The Jabari tribe has been autonomous for thousands of years. Although it has the legal rights of the five major tribes of Wakanda, just like the Black Panther King never made them bow their heads and surrender, Orba was unable to win the allegiance of the other four major tribes and the Golden Tribe. .

For more than two decades, Wakanda has been loosely maintaining the country's existence. Relying on thousands of years of tradition and the faith of the Holy Mountain, it has not been completely divided.

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

"Huhu."

Alba pinched his neck, and a thin purple tapeworm-like blood network continued to appear on his body. After so many years, he had become accustomed to extraordinary power, and this feeling of powerlessness made him feel a little dazed for a moment.

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

The Ape King has gradually adapted to the power of mortals. He is now over fifty years old and in his prime. His endurance may not be as good as when he was young, but his peak absolute strength and years of accumulated combat experience are particularly terrifying.

The Jabari tribe is already the most warlike, and the young men there spend their days roaring and fighting with each other in the valley.

Olba put on the white ape mask, took off his Jabari tribe-style fur vibranium armor, shook the twitching muscles on his chest, and the fellow tribesmen on the cliff howled ape barks.

"The challenge of kingship begins!"

T'Chaka took the initiative and stepped forward. He rushed to the side. He did not rush to take action. Instead, he kicked the water under his feet and circled around Alba. He smiled slyly under the mask of the King of Apes and stayed on the spot. Keep a face-to-face distance from T'Chaka and don't rush to attack.

He thought that the Jabari people, who were always angry, would not be able to help but pounce on the attack, but there was a huge difference between Alba's inner thief and his outward roughness. Constantly circling around the outer circle would consume more energy, which he could not afford. .

T'Chaka understood that Olba could wait, but there was no point in continuing to circle around. He used a short spear to stir up water and splashed on Olba's face. Taking advantage of this flaw, he hit him with a shield.

Boom!

The ape's hand held a cane in the shape of a vibranium ball and immediately smashed T'Chaka's iron-wood shield. The sharp fragments splashed out and drew blood marks on his chest. He rolled over to relieve his strength. Olba's heavy blow caused him to T'Chaka didn't dare to get close to him.

Hua Hua Hua.

The water on the cliff of the waterfall kept splashing with the water caused by the two men's dodge attacks. Alba looked at the heir of the golden tribe who could only jump, dodge and roll quickly, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Is this what you have learned outside for more than twenty years? Where is the pride of the Wakanda warriors!"

boom!

T'Chaka rolled up in the water again, dodging Olba's swinging hammer.

His trap has been gradually laid.

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

He no longer dodges, facing Alba, and breaking down his moves with him.

Bang, Olba's swing of the cane was like a sledgehammer. T'Chaka's mouth was numb from the shock, and he could hardly hold the short spear. His eyes flashed, and he took another step away, finally.

Ouch!

Olba, the ape king with frost-white beard and beard, let out a long and shrill howl, and the soles of his feet were pierced by 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 Alba's knee. Alba supported his body with his cane and knelt in the shallow pool.

T'Chaka knocked over the ape king with his fists and kicked the cane away. Olba struggled to get up. T'Chaka casually put the tip of his spear on his neck and glanced around the cliff with a steady gaze. people of various tribes.

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

Representatives from various tribes watching the ceremony did not even understand why Olba lost for a while. Looking at T'Chaka, who had a somewhat unfamiliar temperament, they gradually calmed down the discussion.

"For thousands of years, the Jabari tribe has disobeyed the king's orders, and Wakanda has never been truly intact for a day. We guarded the sacred mountain, but we failed to discover 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 Azuri, and heir to the throne of Wakanda, do you recognize my rights!"

There was a moment of silence, "The river valley tribe agrees." "The merchant tribe agrees." "The border tribe."

"And you, the leader of Jabari, Alba the Ape."

"Hey hey hey."

Olba tilted his head and glanced sideways at T'Chaka, spitting out the blood in his mouth with disdain, but his words remained strong.

"Little Leopard, you are no longer a pure Wakanda. The winner takes all. I admit defeat, but if you want the ape tribe to bow its head, don't even think about it! Jabari only has-"

laugh.

T'Chaka stabbed the short spear diagonally into Olba's left shoulder with an expressionless face, and passed straight through his heart. The ape king didn't even have time to scream, his eyes turned gray, and the blood spurted red and he was a little gray. With a beard, he fell forward and his face fell into the water.

More than a dozen guards from the Jabari tribe rushed forward, shouting, while soldiers from the Golden Tribe and other tribes also came forward, and the two sides faced off.

The winner of the challenge for kingship has the right to decide whether to spare the life of the other party. In the past, kings would forgive and spare lives in order to show mercy and reflect the belief that Wakanda's tribes are of mutual flesh and blood.

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

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

The world is moving forward, and this land can no longer remain as primitive as it once was.

T'Chaka, the son of Azuri, returned to the tribe after leaving Wakanda for more than 20 years. He won the challenge for kingship, killed the ape king Orba, and regained the throne. All four major tribes were loyal to him.

T'Chaka, who gained the power of the Black Panther, led his troops to the Jabari tribe and eliminated all those who opposed the Black Panther's royal rule. He truly unified Wakanda and introduced modern technology in a drastic way, allowing the magical vibranium to finally shine. The power it deserves.

The second chapter will be released later. The one released yesterday was a little less. Today’s two chapters are 4,000+ each, which is equivalent to adding a small chapter. At present, the inventory is still stable, with two updates per day and more than 6,000 yuan. Once I can save a few manuscripts and complete the follow-up details, I can give everyone a daily salary of 10,000 yuan from time to time.

Love everyone.