Chapter 91 Zhenjin will have it

  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", didn't 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 1930s, the weekend party at Gatsby Mansion, known to all the upper-class social circles, gradually became a fairy tale of that era.

   Some people said he was bankrupt, and some people said that he ran over and killed 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?"

  James was smoking a cigar, watching Gatsby on the opposite side frowning, exhaling a long column of smoke in a relaxed and expressive way, and asked in an easy-going manner.

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

   "At first, Mr. Stark thought 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 himself, and the aftertaste was exceptionally strong.

   "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, he was very satisfied with Gatsby's ability to handle affairs.

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

   "It's all I should do, 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 unrealistically practical. 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 he has a shallow foundation after all. To perfect a good technology, what is needed is 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 development 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 20 years.

   Tuk Tuk Tuk.

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

   "Dr. McLean, what's the matter?"

  James beckoned McClain to come in, and Gatsby went to the side 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 trouble Mr. Gatsby—ah! I can have a little of this."

  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"

  Dr. McLean's greatest passion in his work is the continuous research on vibranium, a magical metal. He can no longer use vibranium for experiments, which is undoubtedly what he does not want to see.

   "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 lightly, 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, stepped barefoot on a thick raft that is more than ten meters wide and more than 30 meters long, beating leather drums, stepping on drums, Shouting a wild and barbaric chant, it floated down the river.

   "Vahla! Sadhu!"

   Bang Bang! boom!

  The raft gradually floats to the fault section of the cliff, runs through the mother river of Wakanda land, and here will form a wide circular waterfall basin. The turbulent torrents on all sides 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 a tall and vigorous man with a bare upper body, short curly hair, and thick lips.

  He looks about 30 years old, his nose bridge is much straighter than his compatriots, he has many bullet scars on his body, his eyes are calm, and his face is weathered.

   "The Golden Tribe of Wakanda, 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 distinctive headgear and clothing, crossed their fists on their shoulders and nodded in greeting.

  The contemporary black panther, the only panther guardian in Wakanda that has 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 and back like a silverback gorilla. He is nearly two meters tall, but his legs look 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 Da's 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 existence of the country, relying on thousands of years of tradition and the belief in the holy mountain, without a complete split.

  Olba didn't say a word, 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.

   "Hoo hoo."

  Olba pinched his neck, and a thin purple tapeworm-like blood network constantly emerged on his body. After so many years, he has 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 black panther mask tanned with hard black leather, picked up a wooden shield and short spear, and stood relaxedly aside.

  The King of Apes has gradually adapted to the power of mortals. He is now in his fifties, and he is in his prime. Maybe his stamina is not as good as when he was young, but the absolute power at the peak and the combat experience accumulated over the years are particularly terrifying.

  The Jabari tribe is the most warlike. The young men there will 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 Jabari tribal style, shook the twitching muscles in his chest, and the tribal compatriots on the cliff howled ape barks.

   "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.

   Hurrah.

  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 have learned outside for more than 20 years? What about the pride of the Wakanda warriors!"

  Boom!

   T'Chaka rolled up again in the pool water, dodging Alba'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 can only roar and charge."

  He is 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.

   Aww!

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

  He staggered and took two steps back. T'Chaka took the opportunity to thrust out a short spear and pierced 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 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 refused to obey the king's order. Wakanda has never been truly complete for a day. We guard 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.".

   "What about you, the leader of Jabari, Orba the Ape."

   "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 takes the crown. I admit defeat, but you want the tribe of apes to bow their heads. Don't even think about it! Jabari can only—"

  Chick.

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.

   A dozen guards of 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 previous kings would forgive and spare their lives in order to show their kindness and reflect the belief that the various tribes of Wakanda are 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 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 20 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.

   The second chapter was released later, yesterday was a little less, and today the two chapters are 4,000+ each, which is equivalent to adding a small chapter. At present, the disk is still stable with two updates of 6,000+ 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.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)