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Chapter 440
chapter 0214 part 1
Chapter 213: Battle of Wakanda (Part 2)
T'Challa sat on the Vibranium Throne in the center of the grand hall, touching the leopard-shaped matte armrest of the throne with a sigh.
After several months, he finally sat back in this position.
T'Challa's black robe was embroidered with Vibranium thread in Wakandan floral and bird patterns.
This was a gift his Father had given him for his coming-of-age ceremony...
A robe woven with Vibranium thread, which automatically generated a blue protective barrier when attacked...
When T'Challa escaped the Royal Palace, he didn't have time to bring this garment. His Guard had just found it inside the Palace.
T'Challa had never cared about the easily obtained Throne before, because it was destined to be his since birth.
People never cherish what they already possess.
Only after experiencing his Father's death, his cousin snatching the Black Panther Title from him, and his own failure and forced exile, did he understand the preciousness of this Throne.
In the center of the Royal Palace's grand hall, a Vibranium Seat was placed. A bald man was tied back to the Seat, his feet shackled to the chair, and his left hand was also securely locked by Shackles.
As for his right hand, the high-tech Satan Claw was currently being held by Deadpool nearby, who was examining it repeatedly. From time to time, he would show it off to Spider-Man next to him.
The two huddled together, whispering, their black compound eyes under their Tight Suits occasionally glancing at the Winter Soldier's Metal Prosthetic Limb nearby! Bucky, stripped to the waist and wrapped in thick Gauze, felt completely uncomfortable being stared at by the two men in tight suits, and couldn't help but shuffle sideways.
Deadpool and Spider-Man's eyes, however, seemed to follow him like a shadow.
Finally, Steve Rogers rescued him from this awkward situation.
"Baron Strucker! Long time no see. I didn't expect that seventy years later! Besides Bucky and Nick Fury, I'd still get to see an Old Friend!"
Steve Rogers, wearing a blue and white star-spangled Tight Suit, came before the bound Wolfgang von Strucker, looking at this "Old Friend" with a sigh! Although they were enemies, waking up after seventy years to a world completely changed, Steve still felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing a familiar face.
Of course, this didn't affect the force of his punch.
Baron Strucker lifted his bruised and swollen eyelids, looking at the somewhat blurry figure before him.
"Steve Rogers! You're still alive? Heh, I thought John had taken you away! Hiss!"
Baron Strucker let out a mocking cold laugh, which pulled at the wound at the corner of his mouth, making him gasp in pain.
This scoundrel, his actions were really ruthless! Baron Strucker glared at Steve Rogers!
That Red Skull was useless, why didn't he take this trouble with him when he died! "I couldn't figure it out before! After seeing you, I understand now. Perhaps it's because Hydra still exists, Strucker. I dealt with Red Skull, and I can also deal with you rising from the ashes!"
Steve held his Shield in one hand, his eyes under the Face Mask staring at Strucker, his tone deep.
He looked at Strucker, the familiar face giving him a feeling of being back in World War II. He looked around,
Unfortunately, besides Bucky, there were no familiar members of the Howling Commandos among his teammates.
He hadn't wanted to come to Wakanda this time.
Steve felt he hadn't yet understood the world after seventy years and couldn't distinguish right from wrong.
But Nick Fury told him that Bucky might be in danger.
Steve arrived just in time this time, bringing Tony Stark, Spider-Man, and Deadpool.
It was precisely because they arrived in time that they saved Black Widow and Winter Soldier.
The lineup of their rescue team was enough to fight an Avengers war.
And although Baron Strucker brought many people, they were at best just cannon fodder, truly miserable.
"Deal with us? On what basis? On your basis, an Old Soldier! Steve Rogers, this is no longer World War II, and you are no longer Captain America!"
Baron Strucker looked at Steve Rogers, letting out bursts of cold laughs,
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
With the wound at the corner of his mouth pulling, his cold laughs were accompanied by awkward gasping sounds.
"Hiss hiss—This time you were lucky. Falling into your hands, I have nothing to say!"
Baron Strucker was somewhat unconvinced. He turned his head to look at the scattered few people around him.
This was completely illogical. To prevent anyone from disrupting Hydra's Plan in Wakanda, the Manpower he brought were all Hydra's elite combat troops.
A forty-person Combat Team could launch a small-scale localized war in an African nation.
Not to mention, the King of Wakanda was their person, and they could mobilize Vibranium Jets and troops with Vibranium Weaponry at any time—
How could this situation possibly result in a loss! Unexpectedly, the Vibranium Jets and Wakandan troops he relied on had all rushed to the Wakanda Border for Reinforcements because the protective shield was broken.
Steve Rogers had directly led his people in a Decapitation Strike.
This scoundrel liked doing this back in World War II. Many of their Bases were taken down by him leading the Howling Commandos back then.
Damn it, the Armed Forces he brought were more than enough to deal with one Steve Rogers, but this scoundrel didn't know where he found so many freaks.
Baron Strucker looked at Winter Soldier, Black Widow, and the two vigilantes and Mercenaries in Tight Suits next to them.
Plus an Iron Man.
After looking around, he realized his loss was not unwarranted.
"Fuck you, Pierce,..."
He was probably going to fall here this time, Baron Strucker sighed in his Heart, but he didn't have much fear of Death.
"Hail Hydra!"
Baron Strucker looked directly at his Old Rival before him and silently shouted this slogan! "We won't let you die so easily. Tell me, did you kill my Father!"
T'Challa, wearing a black robe, rose from the Throne and came before Baron Strucker, grabbing his collar and asking fiercely.
"Your Father, you mean that Old Black Panther—"
Baron Strucker's eyes held mockery, "He was a troublesome guy. That Old Panther was much harder to deal with than you, Little Black Panther!"
"If we didn't kill him, how could we control Wakanda!"
"I'll kill you!" Hearing Baron Strucker personally admit that he killed his Father, T'Challa felt rage surge, and he raised his Fist to smash it towards his face.
Steve grabbed his arm.
Chapter 213: Battle of Wakanda (Part 2)
T'Challa sat on the Vibranium Throne in the center of the grand hall, touching the leopard-shaped matte armrest of the throne with a sigh.
After several months, he finally sat back in this position.
T'Challa's black robe was embroidered with Vibranium thread in Wakandan floral and bird patterns.
This was a gift his Father had given him for his coming-of-age ceremony...
A robe woven with Vibranium thread, which automatically generated a blue protective barrier when attacked...
When T'Challa escaped the Royal Palace, he didn't have time to bring this garment. His Guard had just found it inside the Palace.
T'Challa had never cared about the easily obtained Throne before, because it was destined to be his since birth.
People never cherish what they already possess.
Only after experiencing his Father's death, his cousin snatching the Black Panther Title from him, and his own failure and forced exile, did he understand the preciousness of this Throne.
In the center of the Royal Palace's grand hall, a Vibranium Seat was placed. A bald man was tied back to the Seat, his feet shackled to the chair, and his left hand was also securely locked by Shackles.
As for his right hand, the high-tech Satan Claw was currently being held by Deadpool nearby, who was examining it repeatedly. From time to time, he would show it off to Spider-Man next to him.
The two huddled together, whispering, their black compound eyes under their Tight Suits occasionally glancing at the Winter Soldier's Metal Prosthetic Limb nearby! Bucky, stripped to the waist and wrapped in thick Gauze, felt completely uncomfortable being stared at by the two men in tight suits, and couldn't help but shuffle sideways.
Deadpool and Spider-Man's eyes, however, seemed to follow him like a shadow.
Finally, Steve Rogers rescued him from this awkward situation.
"Baron Strucker! Long time no see. I didn't expect that seventy years later! Besides Bucky and Nick Fury, I'd still get to see an Old Friend!"
Steve Rogers, wearing a blue and white star-spangled Tight Suit, came before the bound Wolfgang von Strucker, looking at this "Old Friend" with a sigh! Although they were enemies, waking up after seventy years to a world completely changed, Steve still felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing a familiar face.
Of course, this didn't affect the force of his punch.
Baron Strucker lifted his bruised and swollen eyelids, looking at the somewhat blurry figure before him.
"Steve Rogers! You're still alive? Heh, I thought John had taken you away! Hiss!"
Baron Strucker let out a mocking cold laugh, which pulled at the wound at the corner of his mouth, making him gasp in pain.
This scoundrel, his actions were really ruthless! Baron Strucker glared at Steve Rogers!
That Red Skull was useless, why didn't he take this trouble with him when he died! "I couldn't figure it out before! After seeing you, I understand now. Perhaps it's because Hydra still exists, Strucker. I dealt with Red Skull, and I can also deal with you rising from the ashes!"
Steve held his Shield in one hand, his eyes under the Face Mask staring at Strucker, his tone deep.
He looked at Strucker, the familiar face giving him a feeling of being back in World War II. He looked around,
Unfortunately, besides Bucky, there were no familiar members of the Howling Commandos among his teammates.
He hadn't wanted to come to Wakanda this time.
Steve felt he hadn't yet understood the world after seventy years and couldn't distinguish right from wrong.
But Nick Fury told him that Bucky might be in danger.
Steve arrived just in time this time, bringing Tony Stark, Spider-Man, and Deadpool.
It was precisely because they arrived in time that they saved Black Widow and Winter Soldier.
The lineup of their rescue team was enough to fight an Avengers war.
And although Baron Strucker brought many people, they were at best just cannon fodder, truly miserable.
"Deal with us? On what basis? On your basis, an Old Soldier! Steve Rogers, this is no longer World War II, and you are no longer Captain America!"
Baron Strucker looked at Steve Rogers, letting out bursts of cold laughs,
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
With the wound at the corner of his mouth pulling, his cold laughs were accompanied by awkward gasping sounds.
"Hiss hiss—This time you were lucky. Falling into your hands, I have nothing to say!"
Baron Strucker was somewhat unconvinced. He turned his head to look at the scattered few people around him.
This was completely illogical. To prevent anyone from disrupting Hydra's Plan in Wakanda, the Manpower he brought were all Hydra's elite combat troops.
A forty-person Combat Team could launch a small-scale localized war in an African nation.
Not to mention, the King of Wakanda was their person, and they could mobilize Vibranium Jets and troops with Vibranium Weaponry at any time—
How could this situation possibly result in a loss! Unexpectedly, the Vibranium Jets and Wakandan troops he relied on had all rushed to the Wakanda Border for Reinforcements because the protective shield was broken.
Steve Rogers had directly led his people in a Decapitation Strike.
This scoundrel liked doing this back in World War II. Many of their Bases were taken down by him leading the Howling Commandos back then.
Damn it, the Armed Forces he brought were more than enough to deal with one Steve Rogers, but this scoundrel didn't know where he found so many freaks.
Baron Strucker looked at Winter Soldier, Black Widow, and the two vigilantes and Mercenaries in Tight Suits next to them.
Plus an Iron Man.
After looking around, he realized his loss was not unwarranted.
"Fuck you, Pierce,..."
He was probably going to fall here this time, Baron Strucker sighed in his Heart, but he didn't have much fear of Death.
"Hail Hydra!"
Baron Strucker looked directly at his Old Rival before him and silently shouted this slogan! "We won't let you die so easily. Tell me, did you kill my Father!"
T'Challa, wearing a black robe, rose from the Throne and came before Baron Strucker, grabbing his collar and asking fiercely.
"Your Father, you mean that Old Black Panther—"
Baron Strucker's eyes held mockery, "He was a troublesome guy. That Old Panther was much harder to deal with than you, Little Black Panther!"
"If we didn't kill him, how could we control Wakanda!"
"I'll kill you!" Hearing Baron Strucker personally admit that he killed his Father, T'Challa felt rage surge, and he raised his Fist to smash it towards his face.
Steve grabbed his arm.
