Chapter 182: Either you hand it over, or I'll come to your door and take it myself (First update, seeking full subscriptions!)

On the vast African savanna.

A convertible jeep was speeding along.

Hawkeye, sitting in the car, was controlling the steering wheel with one hand, while glancing at the cheetah chasing his vehicle from behind in the rearview mirror, and holding the phone with the other hand, talking to Gwen who was still visiting Berkeley University.

Today was the fifteenth day since Gwen flew to Berkeley to visit.

It was also Hawkeye's first day just arriving in Africa.

Don't ask why he just arrived.

Fifteen days ago, Hawkeye had just arrived at Paris airport, preparing to transfer to Africa, and was about to board the plane, when news came from Africa that anti-government armed forces had controlled the airport.

This was sad news.

But what was sadder was that this kind of thing happened three times.

Because the landing airport Hawkeye had chosen at the time was relatively close to Wakanda, the rebooked flights naturally also focused on being close to Wakanda.

Perhaps because someone had set a precedent, the anti-government forces in the other three small African countries that had airports also roared and matched to join the war.

The four small African countries near Wakanda instantly fought into one piece.

The magical matching mechanism of the African region had exerted its power.

However...

Hawkeye finally arrived in Africa smoothly, although there were some twists and turns in the middle, the final result was good.

As for the process?

Just a little wind and frost.

"Hah!"

The cheetah, which was stepping with strong limbs behind the jeep and chasing Hawkeye fiercely, let out a roar, and with a thud, pounced on the jeep.

Hawkeye, who had just finished his call with Gwen, turned his head, slapped the cheetah on the head, and slapped the cheetah that had just gotten on the car away.

The cheetah let out a whimpering scream.

Hawkeye looked through the rearview mirror at the cheetah, which shook its head after landing, looked like it had no major problems, but just felt dull, smiled slightly, and then stepped on the gas pedal again, driving towards Wakanda, which was right in front.

Rather than saying Wakanda is a country, it is better to say that Wakanda is a tribal country composed of several tribes.

At the very least, it looks like this to the outside world.

Nowadays, the king of Wakanda is called T'Chaka, who is the chieftain of the Golden Tribe.

The Golden Tribe is also the core tribe of Wakanda; almost every king of Wakanda comes from the Golden Tribe.

These are all public information.

They can be checked online.

However, few people in the world pay attention to such a small country, except when the current king T'Chaka runs to the United Nations to complain and ask for aid, there might be news reports, otherwise, in everyone's eyes, your Wakanda is no different from other transparent small African countries.

Just like this.

Wakanda, while relying on complaining and asking for aid at the United Nations Assembly from time to time, is secretly occupying a large number of vibranium and secretly developing.

Those who don't know think Wakanda is playing the game of building high walls, storing grain widely, and delaying becoming king.

Until now!

Sizzle!

Hawkeye stepped on the brake, the tires of the jeep under him instantly braked, rubbing on the grass, and then stopped in front of the tribe formed by more than thirty tents.

Several Wakandans from the merchant tribe responsible for trade, economic, and diplomatic affairs in Wakanda, who were actually disguised for the outside world to see, looked at the jeep that stopped in front of their tribe, and could not help but look at each other.

After Hawkeye got off the jeep, he saw at a glance the huge forest in the distance that looked primitive whether viewed with the naked eye or by satellite.

But...

Hawkeye opened his five senses, and what he saw was not.

He saw a huge golden dome, like a large bowl, inverted over the vast forest whose area reached the sum of three small African countries.

Sure enough.

He didn't guess wrong.

Wakanda was hidden in this primitive jungle marked as undeveloped on the map.

Hawkeye thought to himself, then withdrew his gaze, looking at the several Wakandans who walked out of the tribe in front.

But from the appearance, these Wakandans were thin, looking like they were malnourished, and they were holding wooden spears in their hands.

Regardless of appearance, clothing, or weapons, it was a tribe as primitive as it could be.

At most, the older-looking Wakandan who was the leader looked a bit better, and the clothing on his body was slightly decent.

The older Wakandan, holding a colorful stick that should be a symbol of tribal status, brought several clansmen behind him holding spears and looking vigilant to Hawkeye.

After the older Wakandan looked at Hawkeye's appearance, he steadied himself, smiled slightly, and said in fluent English: "Outsider, welcome to Wakanda, are you also here to trade with us?"

As a member of the Wakanda merchant tribe.

They are mainly responsible for the circulation of goods among the various tribes of Wakanda, and also act as the first line of defense for Wakanda, disguising themselves as poor Wakandans who are not well-fed or well-clothed to contact the outside world, responsible for receiving some outsiders who come here, communicating with them, and trading cattle and sheep raised in the tribe with them.

Therefore, he thought Hawkeye was also here for cattle and sheep trading.

But Hawkeye was indeed here to trade.

Hawkeye listened to this sentence from the older Wakandan and smiled slightly.

"Yes."

"Yesterday, merchants from Shaning came to us and bought more than a hundred cattle and sheep; now there are only more than fifty left in our tribe. How many do you need?"

"One ton!"

Hawkeye smiled and looked at the older Wakandan, stating the quantity he needed.

The older Wakandan's expression became dull upon hearing the quantity Hawkeye reported.

Hawkeye saw this, smiled again, and then added a sentence.

"I want vibranium, one ton!"

"..."

The originally dull Wakandan's pupils instantly focused and returned to their senses, his heart moved violently, and then he looked up at Hawkeye with a blank face: "Vibranium? What is that?"

As an elder of a tribe living on the African savanna, not knowing what vibranium is, is a very normal thing.

The several Wakandans holding spears behind him also looked at each other, seemingly also not knowing what vibranium was, looking blank.

Hawkeye was too lazy to talk nonsense, took out his mobile phone, looked at the time now, and then looked up at the older Wakandan who was the leader and said: "It is four o'clock in the afternoon now, I will give you one night's time; before seven o'clock tomorrow morning, either you hand the vibranium to me, or I will go in and take it myself, but as for what will happen if I go in myself, you will bear the consequences."

Having said that. ===== CHAPTER 184 =====