Bruce Banner drove the jeep and pulled up in front of Hawk, then opened the car door and stepped out.
Hawk, having just thrown his last punch, watched Bruce arrive and appear before him.
The Wakandans stood at the entrance of the tribe, looking at each other in bewilderment as they witnessed this scene.
Their eyes met.
Hawk was the first to speak.
"Dr. Banner."
"Hawk."
Bruce Banner, showing no signs of anything amiss in either appearance or demeanor, also nodded in greeting to Hawk, looking very much like he was greeting an old friend, and then looked around: "The scenery here is beautiful."
"It's very suitable for a long sleep," Bruce added in his mind.
Although Wakanda was seen by the outside world as a resource-poor, barren little country that even other small nations couldn't be bothered to look at.
But…
The scenery around the Wakandan tribe was indeed good.
Grasslands.
Lakes.
Forests.
The most remarkable thing was the rare absence of modern industrial Shadow around, making it a rare natural pure land on the magical continent of Africa.
Hawk heard the double meaning in Bruce's words and chuckled.
"I thought you gave up."
"I was going to."
"Then why did you change your mind?"
"Betty left me a message."
"Oh."
Hawk nodded with a sudden understanding expression, then shrugged: "You could have waited until I returned to New York to tell me."
Bruce shook his head.
"New York won't work."
"Why?"
"Too many people. What if, after we fight, a second Hawk appears?"
"Haha."
Hawk chuckled at Bruce's explanation, then sobered his expression and looked at Bruce.
"So, here?"
"Yes, right here."
"Alright."
Hawk smiled slightly at the words.
The next second!
"Bang!"
Hawk's figure instantly vanished from his original spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing where Bruce Banner had just been.
As for Bruce…
He was hunched over, looking like a cooked shrimp, flying backward.
Boom!
Thump!
Boom!
Bruce, flying backward like a cannonball, crashed onto the grass, plowing a crater, then, with undiminished momentum, used his body as a plow to carve a furrow for about fifty meters before stopping.
After the sound and dust completely disappeared, Bruce was seen lying in the furrow, covered in dirt, completely lifeless.
He was dead.
Hawk stood still, expressionlessly looking at Bruce, who had lost his life force in the furrow in the distance.
Since Bruce wanted to die, he would not dissuade him; he would only fulfill his wish.
However…
Time ticked by.
Bruce Banner, lying in the furrow, showed no signs of life, and the residual warmth of his body rapidly dissipated, yet Hulk still did not revive and return.
Hawk watched Bruce's body until it gradually grew cold, detecting no signs of revival.
Hiss!
Did I think wrong?
Was Bruce Banner simply here to die?
Hawk was a bit confused.
He couldn't understand.
Forget it.
Vibranium is more important.
Hawk thought to himself, withdrawing his gaze from Bruce Banner's already cold corpse, and turned back towards the Wakandan tribe.
In sight.
The sound of bells, symbolizing an enemy attack, echoed over the Wakandan tribe.
One after another, Wakandans, holding what looked like wooden spears, formed a defensive formation under the leadership of the elder Wakandan, watching Hawk, who was slowly turning to look at them, with wary expressions.
"It's seven o'clock."
"Vibranium."
Hawk returned to his jeep, pulled out his phone, checked the time, then tossed the phone into the car, and began rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt as he walked towards the Wakandan tribe.
His voice was as calm as ever.
When Hawk stood five meters away from the elder Wakandan, he slowly raised his head, his sharp gaze ignoring the Wakandans standing guard with wooden spears, and landed on the elder Wakandan.
"Hand it over!"
"Never!"
The elder Wakandan roared in a deep voice, and the stick in his hand, which seemed to symbolize his status, slammed onto the ground, emitting a metallic clang.
The stick in his hand seemed to have a shimmering light flowing through it, and then, at a visible speed, it transformed from what looked like a scepter into a metal spear of unusual design.
Thump, thump, thump!
As the elder Wakandan's weapon transformed, behind him, the assembled Wakandans, holding wooden spears, also struck the ground with their spears.
Their wooden spears also rapidly completed their transformation.
In the blink of an eye, the Wakandans, who were holding spears like primitives just a second ago, transformed into primitives holding alien metal weapons.
The elder Wakandan's spear struck the ground again.
"Wakanda!"
"Forever!"
"Boom!"
The roars of over thirty Wakandans were deafening, and the thud of their metal spears striking the ground was like an earthquake.
The next second.
After the war cry, the elder Wakandan was the first to attack, charging towards Hawk with the metal spear gripped in both hands.
The more than thirty Wakandans followed closely behind him.
Like…
Thirty-plus black pigs roaring and charging.
Hawk couldn't help but laugh as he watched the Wakandans charging towards him.
God could bear witness that these Wakandans attacked first, not him.
But it was fine.
If you hadn't attacked first, I would have had some moral qualms.
Now it's good.
He was just retaliating.
Hawk's thoughts churned, then he looked at the elder Wakandan who had already reached him and chuckled softly.
His body stopped.
Boom!
Just as Hawk's figure was still in place, a Prandtl-Glauert condensation cloud, or what is known as a Sonic Boom cloud, suddenly appeared.
Hawk instantly vanished from his original spot.
The next second.
Under the astonished gaze of the other Wakandans, the elder Wakandan visibly underwent a bone-and-flesh separation, and then, the more than thirty Wakandans were sent flying into the air by a powerful impact, scattering to both sides.
In an instant, the more than thirty Wakandans falling from mid-air landed like dumplings, thudding incessantly.
But almost immediately upon landing, they had already re-gripped their spears and re-formed their combat formation.
One of the Wakandans, looking at a freshly produced human skeleton lying not far away, couldn't help but roar.
"Lunn!"
"Lunn is dead, you chose that."
Hawk also glanced at the freshly produced skeleton, smiled slightly, and looked at these Wakandans: "Last chance, hand over the Vibranium."
"Never!"
"Wakanda!"
"Forever!"
"Ah!"
With another unified roar, the more than thirty Wakandans, holding spears made of Vibranium, launched the least technical charge tactic against Hawk.
Seeing this, Hawk stopped speaking. As the Wakandan soldiers charged towards him, he stepped his right foot back and raised his right fist.
The next second.
Hawk straightened his waist and threw his right fist.
Lightning Speed Fist!
Bang, bang, bang—
A sky full of fist shadows erupted in response. One second later, three hundred and forty-five fist shadows blotted out the sky, enveloping the Wakandan soldiers charging towards Hawk.
There were no screams.
Nor angry roars.
There was no surprise either. When Hawk threw his punch and lowered his right hand, there were no longer any standing Wakandan soldiers in front of him.
In sight.
On the grassland not far away, bodies were fragmented. In the blink of an eye, blood had already stained that patch of grass red.
However…
The Vibranium spears they had been holding were lying perfectly intact on the stained red grass.
Hawk walked over, hooked with his right foot, extended his right hand, and gripped the spear made of Vibranium.
In the outside world, Vibranium was priceless but unavailable.
But here, Wakanda was so wealthy that even cold weapons were made of Vibranium.
Hawk thought to himself, gripping the Vibranium spear with force, then added his left hand, using both hands to apply continuous pressure to both ends of the spear.
But…
Without burning his Little Universe, the Vibranium spear showed no sign of bending.
It truly lives up to its name as Vibranium.
Hawk tossed the spear aside, then turned around, and as his right foot stepped out, he instantly vanished, and the Sonic Boom cloud appeared on the ground again.
Boom!
The ground trembled as the Sonic Boom cloud resonated, and the blood flowing on the grass also changed its direction, slowly flowing towards the already cold corpse of Bruce Banner lying in the furrow not far away.
When Hawk reappeared, he had arrived at what the satellite map showed as an undeveloped primeval forest, but was in fact the true gateway to Wakanda.
Looking around.
A group of Wakandan soldiers, dressed in blue uniforms and also holding Vibranium spears, had already assembled.
In front of these Wakandan soldiers, there were also more than twenty soldiers, similarly dressed in blue uniforms, but riding mounts that looked very much like rhinos, yet were larger than rhinos.
The more than twenty rhinos seemed to sense Hawk's danger with their animal instincts, pacing restlessly and snorting.
Hawk's gaze landed on a bald black woman standing at the very front, also dressed in blue, but with many golden neck rings.
The bald black woman was named Okoye, belonging to the Wakandan Border Tribe.
If the Merchant Tribe Hawk had encountered before was Wakanda's first line of disguise, then the Border Tribe before him was Wakanda's first line of defense for guarding the true Wakanda.
The duty of the Border Tribe was to guard Wakanda's borders.
They were the most elite warriors.
They were the strongest soldiers.
Okoye, the bald black woman, also riding a giant rhino, suddenly raised her spear and pointed it at Hawk, who was attempting to invade their territory.
"Wakanda!"
"Forever!"
"Charge!"
"…"
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