"No, it's not," the subordinate replied.
"It's nothing, tell him to get lost."
Hearing that it wasn't the person who had caused him pain and humiliation in his memory, Ulysses Klaue's expression relaxed. He scoffed indifferently, waved his hand, and gave the order.
As a well-known underground arms dealer worldwide, he was bold and crazy. During Avengers: Age of Ultron, when the robot Ultron, leading Quicksilver and Wanda, three obviously extraordinary individuals, came knocking, he didn't show any fear and adamantly stuck to his Vibranium price.
"My heart isn't good, and my private Doctor advises me to drink more black tea, which is good for heart health."
"Another all-nighter. It's past three. Time to go back and drink tea."
"Yes, Master."
The man was about to turn around and tell the person in front to throw the man in front of the car aside.
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded from the side of the car.
"Being too short-tempered is also bad for the heart."
"Who?"
Klaw sharply turned his head to look.
The handsome young man with black hair and black eyes took off his helmet, smoothed his hair, and said with a calm expression,
"Didn't your private Doctor tell you that?"
He sat inside the car, his posture full of ease, looking at the night outside, as if he were in his own car, and he was the Master of this convoy.
"Who are you? How did you get in?!"
Klaw's pupils constricted in surprise, and he was so startled he almost jumped, his body leaning to one side, pressing against the car door.
He was well-traveled and knowledgeable, aware that this World was not as simple as people thought. For example, who knew that a seemingly insignificant poor indigenous country in Africa actually possessed various advanced technologies decades ahead of Earth?
But the way this person suddenly appeared in the car was truly beyond his comprehension and understanding.
"Don't move!"
The bizarre and frightening scene before them caused all the subordinates sitting on both sides inside the car to instinctively raise their firearms in unison, their dark muzzles pointed at Ron, shouting loudly.
"Could there really be ghosts in the World? Is it still too late for me to go to church and confess now?"
Klaw, who had killed countless people and had an unknown amount of blood on his hands, stretched his lips, his gaze serious, and forced a casual joke.
"The guns in your subordinates' hands seem to have restored some of your confidence."
Ignoring the submachine guns that could turn a person into a sieve, Ron didn't even turn his head, still looking at the quiet night outside and saying,
"As an arms dealer, if I don't believe in guns, do I believe that Jesus's cross can protect me?"
With so many guns pointed at him, Ron remained unfazed. Klaw vaguely felt something was amiss. He reached out as if to rummage for something and chuckled,
"By the way, you're really not a ghost, right?"
"You know, the kind of ghost that bullets can't hit, and can reach into other people's bodies and pull out their hearts."
"You watch too many movies."
"I don't have such magical abilities."
He turned his head and replied with a calm voice. Klaw was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Ron glanced around, and as his gaze swept, a red laser cut through everything destructively, instantly slicing open flesh and bone.
Screech!
In an instant, every person in the car who had been holding a gun and pointing it at him had their heads separated from their bodies, falling and rolling on the ground, blood splattering dozens of centimeters high.
Inside the stretched luxury car, it suddenly turned into a bloody hell.
"Ahhh… what was that?"
Klaw, splattered with half his body in blood, couldn't help but be terrified. He tried to open the door to escape, but he couldn't open it no matter what; the car door seemed to be broken somehow.
Before becoming an arms dealer, as a mercenary, he had crawled and rolled on battlefields, and being accompanied by Death and blood was normal. But the scene before him was too terrifying.
A dozen ruthless, fully armed Southeast Asian mercenaries, who were fine a second ago, were all dead the next second. This was far more frightening than a ghost that could pull out hearts!
"You're a robot!"
Lasers shooting from his eyes made people think of robots.
"I told you, you watch too many movies. My body is just made of ordinary flesh and blood."
Ron had not a single drop of blood on him, and his eyes became indifferent. Under his gaze, Klaw felt immense pressure and found it hard to breathe.
"What do you want to do?
My subordinate accidentally hit you. I can compensate you."
The damn car door wouldn't open no matter what, and the surroundings were eerily and frighteningly quiet. Swallowing, Klaw dared not retort, his smile stiff as he pleaded for mercy.
"How about a million dollars?"
"Vibranium dealer, Ulysses Klaue."
Ignoring his words, Ron coldly uttered his nickname.
He dealt in Vibranium, which even in the underground World, few people knew about.
"Vibranium?
You want my Vibranium?"
Upon mentioning Vibranium, Klaw's face changed. He touched the brand mark on the back of his neck. Although a little scared, he still gritted his teeth and said nervously,
"If it's Vibranium, then you'll have to pay me."
Not to mention that every gram of Vibranium cost ten thousand dollars, and a baby's fist-sized piece was several million dollars, every gram of that precious Vibranium was exchanged for pain and humiliation that he would never forget in his life.
"Thief."
Glancing at the brand mark on Klaw's neck, which was Wakandan indigenous script meaning 'thief,' a highly insulting term, Ron said,
"Do you want revenge?"
"Revenge? Do you know how this scar came to be?"
The person in front of him seemed to know a lot of things. Klaw's expression was solemn, and he secretly worried as he glanced outside the car. Where had all his damn subordinates gone?!
"Go find someone for me, and I will let you have your wish fulfilled."
"Who?"
"No rush. I need to understand the current situation first before I say anything."
Ron smiled.
Ulysses Klaue had not yet been turned into a one-armed man by Ultron, and the Black Panther plot had not yet happened, but other things needed to be thoroughly understood before he could make plans based on them.
"Go wake up your subordinates and start the car to leave here."
"Wake up?"
Klaw was still confused when the scene shifted, and he suddenly found himself outside the car, with a neat row of unconscious subordinates on the ground.
"When? How did you do that?"
Ron naturally wouldn't answer his exclamation. He picked a clean car and slowly got in, looking at the night outside and waiting for the driver to start the car.
"Alright, it doesn't matter, at least I know why no one came to save me."
He shrugged, but his heart was not as relaxed as his facade suggested. Fear surged in his eyes: "Perhaps this isn't a ghost, nor a robot, but an all-powerful Devil."
Tonight, after learning about Wakanda, his Worldview shattered once again.
…
On the African border, within a private Villa strictly guarded by mercenaries.
A few days later, during the daytime, a few crisp bird calls occasionally came from the dense mountains in the distance.
On the second-floor balcony of the Villa, which offered a good view, Ron had changed into casual clothes and was casually flipping through the news on a tablet.
After reading the news, he generally understood what time period it was.
The Avengers had not yet been formed; everything was just beginning.
Captain America was still sleeping under the glacier and had not been dug out. Thor had not been thrown to Earth by his old father to experience a prince's journey. Doctor Stephen Strange had not yet encountered the car that would leave him with crippled hands and was still the successful, arrogant neurosurgical expert…
The only widely known superheroes were Captain America from the last century and Iron Man, who had only recently transitioned from playboy billionaire to part-time superhero.
Klaw walked up, smiling cautiously.
"I found the person you wanted."