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In the west of Africa, there is a country called Wakanda

On this day, Prince T'Challa of Wakanda dealt with things assigned to him by the king as always.

"I have a task for you. This task is a bit tricky and very important. I hope you are ready."

T'Challa nodded and said seriously: "I have already prepared."

"Very well, vibranium has been stolen frequently recently. You are the prince of Wakanda and you should know the importance of vibranium. Once it falls into the wrong hands, it will cause irreparable losses."

"I understand what to do."

The king nodded with satisfaction, leaving this task to T'Challa, there shouldn't be any problems: "But to be on the safe side, you'd better bring Okoye with you."

"Understood" After accepting the task, T'Challa turned and left the palace hall and headed to the apron downstairs.

As the most developed country on earth, Wakanda has countless fascinating scientific creations.

Such as the Black Panther suit and a fighter jet capable of optical stealth.

And T'Challa's destination for this trip is there.

When I stepped out of the elevator, I saw the female soldiers of the King's Guard at first sight.

They are all carefully selected from the women in Wakanda. Each one has the strength of the world's top soldiers. Looking around the world, it can be said that they are truly one in a million. Don't ask me why there are only female soldiers. You should Ask the screenwriter.

Seeing T'Challa coming downstairs, the soldiers lowered their heads, clasped their hands flat on their chests: "Your Highness"

T'Challa nodded, "Where is Okoye?"

"Captain is at the training ground. Do you need me to take you there?"

"lead the way."

"Yes"

After handing over to the teammates next to her, the female soldier took T'Challa to the training ground.

On the way, T'Challa suddenly felt a little embarrassed in the air, and couldn't help but ask: "What's your name?"

The female soldier was stunned, obviously not expecting T'Challa to ask this question, her chest bumped wildly, and she whispered softly: "Sima."

"Xima has a nice name, are you tired of doing this?"

Sima shook her head, then her eyes became firm and she looked at the sky: "Being the king's guard is the greatest honor. How can I be tired?"

T'Challa, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and is a prince, cannot understand Sima's thoughts at all.

He feels that being a king is just that, writing documents, holding meetings, and issuing a few tasks every day

That's it for the day.

The two fell silent one after another, and the atmosphere became awkward again.

Fortunately, there was a training ground right through the door. Okoye, who was training soldiers, saw T'Challa following Sima at a glance.

He walked over quickly and crossed his hands on his chest: "Your Highness T'Challa, what's the matter?"

T'Challa didn't answer her question, but looked around.

"I was rude, please come with me."

After speaking, Okoye told Sima: "Come and watch them train."

"Come with me."

T'Challa nodded. After the two entered the room, Okoye put down his seriousness and leaned back on the chair relaxedly: "Tell me, what's the matter? It's safe here."

"Let's not rush things. With you like this, I'm very curious about who is the superior. Why do I think I am the soldier?"

Okoye raised her eyebrows. She dared to be so confident. Her familiarity with T'Challa was part of the problem, but the proportion was not significant.

More importantly, she and T'Challa's sister Shu Rui grew up together.

And Shu Rui is the only one who feels helpless in T'Challa.

With Shuri covering Okoye, T'Challa couldn't put on any airs, not to mention he had no airs at all.

Therefore, the relationship between the two is more like friends and brother and sister, rather than superior and subordinate, prince and guard.

To be honest, in the eyes of Shu Rui and T'Challa, the status of this royal family is indeed of no use.After all, T'Chaka is responsible for everything, they just need to enjoy it.

"We have a mission." T'Challa explained what the king had told him again, "I need your help."

"Haha, I don't really believe what you said about help. If you said you were short of a driver, this would be a bit like it."

T'Challa: ""

Because this is a fact. The strength of those criminals is indeed not very good. T'Challa can easily solve it by himself, and there is no chance for Okoye to play.

"To be honest, this mission may be different. I always feel like something is going to happen."

"Yeah, are you sure?" Okoye's brows slowly knitted together as T'Challa spoke.

T'Challa nodded: "I feel that there is some unknown danger approaching."

"Can you handle it?" Okoye asked.

Okoye still has great trust in T'Challa's intuition, because this intuition has saved T'Challa's life more than once.

Just like a top soldier who can dodge a fatal bullet at the critical moment.

What's more, T'Challa still has the power of the Black Panther in his body. The power of the Black Panther amplifies this intuition infinitely.

“It works but the cost is high”

"how big"

T'Challa shook his head, then chuckled: "I don't know, maybe there is, maybe there isn't, who knows."

"Okay, it's time to go on a mission. Finish your work early and go home to rest."

Okoye felt free to do anything, so he got up and went outside to inform Seema that he had a mission and that she would lead the training during this period.

The flattered Sima nodded quickly. Okoye would give such an important task to her. This was something she had never dared to think about.

At this time, she remembered that T'Challa seemed to have asked her name, thinking that T'Challa had mentioned it to Okoye, and she suddenly felt grateful.

T'Challa didn't know that he had received a good guy card out of thin air without doing anything.

After getting into the plane, T'Challa spread out on the sofa as usual. Okoye who followed behind couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "You said you were not a driver."

T'Challa chuckled and did not respond to Okoye's question. This was an unanswerable answer. Just leave it where it is. It would be fine if it was comfortable anyway.

It didn't work, and Okoye didn't continue. She still understood the simplest truth that everything should have a degree.

Sit cross-legged in the cockpit of the fighter plane, gently close your eyes, and establish a neural connection with the fighter plane, so that controlling the fighter plane is as simple as controlling your own body.

During this period, the brain will temporarily cut off the connection with the body. Although there is no damage, there is still some discomfort in the heart.This is also the worst thing about this technology, and the reason why T'Challa is unwilling to drive it himself.

No one wants to let their body go out of control, especially for someone like a super soldier whose control over the body has been developed to the extreme.