With M'Baku and the Jabari Tribe fully committed, Chen Mo's orders were executed with unprecedented speed.
The Jabari warriors, who had always clung to tradition and shunned advanced technology, now obediently donned the vibranium-powered gear specially designed by Princess Shuri for the elite operatives, following Chen Mo's directive without question.
This equipment included combat suits, spears, and auxiliary communication devices known as Kimoyo Beads.
Unlike the traditional attire worn by the various tribes, including the Dora Milaje, the combat suits Chen Mo had commissioned were form-fitting and full-body, similar in design to the Black Panther habit.
However, they offered less protection than the Black Panther suit, which was constructed entirely of vibranium. While Wakanda possessed vast reserves of the miraculous metal, its mining was difficult and annual production limited. It was an impossible luxury to equip every warrior with a suit that consumed such vast quantities of vibranium.
These new uniforms were woven from a proprietary high-tensile fiber developed in Wakanda. Though they lacked the near-invulnerability of the Black Panther suit, they could easily withstand fire from conventional firearms.
In addition to the modern combat suits, built-in sonic cannons, and auto-retracting vibranium spears, Chen Mo also equipped all warriors with Kimoyo Beads.
These high-tech devices not only enabled remote communication and holographic projection but also possessed numerous auxiliary functions, going far beyond simply replacing computers and phones. They could even be used to seal wounds, temporarily stabilizing injuries.
Clad in this new gear, the elite warriors from the various tribes shed their former, more primitive appearances. Encased in sleek, technologically advanced black bodysuits and armed with gleaming, razor-sharp vibranium spears, they now projected an aura that was mysterious, powerful, and intimidating.
Production of the stealth fighters continued at a rapid pace, with over a dozen aircraft rolling off the assembly line daily. The goal of completing one hundred new fighters was now just days away.
While waiting for the aircraft to be completed, Chen Mo kept busy.
After reviewing extensive intelligence and conducting a detailed analysis, he provided targeted training to the 400+ elite Wakandan warriors tasked with the decapitation mission. He drilled them specifically on how to handle the thousands of warlords of all sizes across Africa, ensuring they could successfully complete their objectives.
After all, most of them had never undertaken such operations and lacked relevant experience, whereas Chen Mo was a veteran in this field.
From his initial real-world infiltration of Zhou Tianhao's villa to his solo assaults on Hydra bases in the other universe, Chen Mo's expertise in infiltration, penetration, and assassination was unparalleled.
Under his guidance, the assassination capabilities of the Wakandan elite improved significantly, greatly boosting their confidence in successfully completing the mission.
A few days later, the construction of the 100 new stealth fighters was completed. Combined with the original fleet of 100+, there were now ample aircraft to transport over 400 soldiers, operating in two-person teams.
That evening, the selected elite warriors, fully armed, boarded the 200+ stealth fighters parked in neat rows across the plaza.
Each aircraft was manned by a dedicated pilot and support staff responsible for communications and intelligence, while the two elite fighters were solely dedicated to the combat operation.
Once everyone was aboard, the hatches slid shut. Three pale blue energy streams erupted from the engines beneath each craft, lifting them slowly into the air.
Over two hundred fighters ascended simultaneously, adjusting their positions mid-air before shooting off in all directions.
After traveling a short distance, a ripple flashed across the surface of each aircraft, like a wave over water. One after another, the 200 fighters vanished from sight, their engine glows disappearing as they entered full stealth mode, racing at high speed toward their respective targets.
This clandestine operation, so crucial to Africa's future, had officially begun!
Under the cover of darkness, the stealth fighters, carrying their heavily armed elite warriors, departed Wakanda and fanned out across the African continent to execute the warlord elimination plan.
Leveraging powerful intelligence and technological support, the movements of these African warlords were completely transparent.
The cloaked fighters hovered directly above target buildings, and the two elite Wakandan warriors would infiltrate silently from above. Even rooftop guards were dispatched by the powerful warriors before they could raise an alarm.
Without alerting a soul, they closed in on their targets.
These African warlords stood no chance against the Wakandan assassins. Often, they were killed by a vibranium spear through the heart, slain by mysterious warriors who descended from the heavens as they slept.
By the time surrounding soldiers rushed in, they often found only the lifeless body of their commander and the faint, fading blue halo of an engine streak disappearing into the clouds outside the window.
In just one night, hundreds of warlords were eliminated across Africa, and the number continued to climb, not stopping even as dawn broke.
Each action team was assigned multiple targets. The Wakandan fighters were incredibly fast; after neutralizing one target, they could quickly proceed to the next location. A single night was enough for them to complete cleanup tasks in several different regions.
By the time dawn broke, most of their missions had been accomplished, meaning that over half of the thousands of warlords in Africa had been eliminated.
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CIA Headquarters, Virginia, USA.
"Sir!"
"Something major has happened!"
A young man with glasses rushed into his superior's office, his face panicked, not even bothering to knock.
"What's all the panic about! What is it?"
In the office, a portly, middle-aged white supervisor berated his impulsive subordinate while discreetly moving his mouse to close a video tab featuring a shirtless man and woman in a heated brawl.
Oblivious to his boss's questionable work-time activities, the young subordinate hurriedly explained.
"It's Africa!"
The portly boss, initially tense from his subordinate's frantic entrance, instantly relaxed. The situation in that remote, impoverished continent was complex and chaotic, but it rarely produced major international incidents. As long as it wasn't a domestic crisis or a major move by a hostile power, it was manageable.