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"Arcee, send a copy of the Compound V formula to Jarvis. Let Brother study it slowly."
"Compound V? What is that?"
"The local specialty I told you about before."
"Local specialty?"
Upon hearing this,
Tony raised an eyebrow, his excitement from striking while the iron was hot to create the Mark Six was even drawn away, after all, Leon was certain he would absolutely love this thing.
"Jarvis, quickly project it so I can see."
"Sir, it has been projected for You."
As Jarvis's voice fell, a long string of molecular structures and elemental composition formulas that Leon could not understand were displayed. Seeing this, Tony's thoughts instantly sank into it.
A moment later,
He came back to his senses, stroking his chin in thought.
"How is it?"
"Brother, am I good enough?"
Leon asked expectantly.
"Hmm..."
"It's indeed quite interesting."
Tony nodded subconsciously, but then immediately changed the subject:
"It requires phased injections from birth to achieve relatively stable and permanent effects in children. This is very bad; I don't have the perverse hobby of experimenting on infants."
"Also, the awakening of superpowers is too uncontrollable; injecting adults almost certainly leads to death."
"Leon, it's a good thing you only gave me the formula, not the finished product, otherwise it would be outright murder of your own Brother." Tony playfully punched Leon's chest.
Even if Leon had given him the finished product,
Tony would of course not inject it as soon as he got it. His habit was to control everything within a controllable range, with no surprises.
He had been recklessly seeking thrills before because he knew his death was imminent.
Now that he couldn't die, he certainly wouldn't seek his own death again.
"Do I need to call Dr. Banner over?"
Leon asked.
"There's no need for that."
Tony waved his hand with great Haki, confidently saying, "It's not starting from Zero. With a detailed formula, I can handle it alone."
"Give me a week; I'll first get a Dr. in biology in this field."
"I already have a draft for the improvement plan in my mind."
"Huh??"
"So you're learning on the fly??"
You truly live up to your name, Tony.
Leon was speechless, completely unable to understand the World of these geniuses.
"Alright, alright."
"Then you can study it slowly by yourself. Call me when you're done."
With that said,
Leon turned around, making a move to leave.
The plain and brief words of thanks from behind made Leon's departing footsteps pause. He didn't reply, but merely raised the corner of his mouth slightly, waving casually at Tony behind him.
Brotherhood is in the heart.
...
'Next...'
'I need to find a way to get some Vibranium.'
After leaving Tony's Mystical House, Leon looked down at the soldier boy suit he was wearing.
Although the Vought Company had made it quite durable, it seemed like it could still be upgraded, right?
Leon thought.
All this time, because his own body was too tough, he had almost forgotten about this.
Just in time,
Arcee's armor upgrade also required a large amount of Vibranium material.
It would be a waste not to upgrade.
What if it comes in handy someday?
He acted as soon as he thought of it.
Leon immediately soared into the sky.
He first transformed into Super Deadpool, truly infiltrating Klaue's Mystical House in South Sudan to see how the leeks he had left roots of before were growing.
The result was greatly disappointing.
Leon hadn't even appeared yet, but his Observation Haki had already sensed only a thumb-sized piece of Vibranium in the abandoned ship.
This tiny bit was barely enough to feed a beggar.
Leon didn't know the cost of living until he had to manage a household.
Ulysses Klaue had gone through a lot of trouble just to collect this much Vibranium, and several of his capable subordinates had died.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have accumulated so little over so many years.
It's all tears to talk about it.
After Arcee hacked into Ulysses Klaue's computer and phone and confirmed that he only had this much Vibranium,
Leon had no choice.
He could only have Arcee give him a 'Former Wife' as a reward, then he turned to the British Museum and took the Vibranium hoe that had flowed out of ancient Wakanda into his possession.
It was a simple matter.
...
Eastern Africa.
Leon, who had changed back into his soldier boy suit, was at an altitude of over 20,000 meters, squinting his eyes, focusing his long-distance vision, and looking down at Wakanda, which was disguised as a primitive tribe by a Vibranium mimicry barrier.
It was time to give these arrogant primitives a small Homelander shock.
Thinking so,
Leon's figure instantly broke the sound barrier, transforming into a human meteorite falling rapidly from outside the sky, heading straight for Wakanda's mimicry and defense barrier below.
At the same time,
Inside the edge of Wakanda's Vibranium barrier.
The Black Panther father and son, namely the current Black Panther and King of Wakanda, T'Chaka, and his son, the future Black Panther and King of Wakanda, T'Challa.
Both of them, dressed as impoverished primitive tribesmen, were returning surrounded by a squad of well-equipped female guards. They had just killed a few small-time Vibranium thieves on the outskirts of the border.
This was the mission of the current Black Panther, T'Chaka - guarding Vibranium meant guarding Wakanda. Compared to his bloated and aged appearance in "Civil War 3," he was now in his last period of strength.
But he was already on the decline.
Therefore, to avoid a situation where there would be no successor, T'Chaka specifically brought his son, T'Challa, on missions, to temper his mind and skills and familiarize him with the Black Panther's duties, while also paving the way for him.
"Father, in recent months, the actions of Vibranium thieves have become increasingly rampant. We cannot always passively defend; we should take the initiative to crush those guys in their infancy."
The still young and vigorous T'Challa suggested to his father, T'Chaka.
"T'Challa, my son, you might be right, but Wakanda is not yet ready to expose its true self to the outside World, where wolves lurk."
T'Chaka looked at T'Challa with deep eyes.
"Why?"
T'Challa was puzzled: "Our technological level is clearly far ahead of the outside World, so why is Father always so timid?"
"Does the oracle of the Black Panther goddess Bast mean that we should always cower in this land, poor except for Vibranium?"
"T'Challa!"
"Watch your words!"
"Don't forget!"
"I am the King now!"
T'Chaka instantly transformed from a kind and amiable old father figure into the awe-inspiring and self-possessed King of Wakanda.
His mere aura silenced the current T'Challa.
"......"
He silently pursed his lips, then unwillingly lowered his head to T'Chaka.
T'Chaka, knowing his son was still unconvinced, wasn't annoyed. He too had gone through such a young and vigorous phase, so he understood deeply and earnestly said:
"T'Challa, this World is not as simple as You imagine."
"Wakanda may flourish because of Vibranium, and it may also be destroyed because of Vibranium."
Upon hearing this,
A golden figure, like a god, suddenly flashed in T'Challa's mind. He nodded, half-understanding, and respectfully said, "I understand, Father."
Seeing this,
T'Chaka patted T'Challa's shoulder with relief, smiling kindly, "My child, I am old. The future is destined to be yours. You can do whatever you want then."
"But always remember, Vibranium can make Wakanda strong for a time, but it cannot make Wakanda strong forever."
"My only demand of You is to protect our country and protect our people."
"After all—"
"Even if Vibranium is gone, the country remains."
"If the people are gone, the nation ceases to exist."
"Yes, Father!"
T'Chaka's earnest teachings immediately invigorated T'Challa, making him eager to take office as Black Panther and King and lead Wakanda to new heights, accomplishing great things.
But at that moment,
Thump!
Thump!!
Thump!!!
The huge knocking sound from above instantly pulled T'Challa back from his fantasy to reality.
He looked up in confusion.
He saw that
Wakanda's sky had fallen!
