An unnamed island in the Atlantic Ocean.
At this moment, the fighter jet T'Challa was riding in had stopped on a relatively flat spot in the center of the island. As the hatch opened, T'Challa led twenty guards down from the aircraft.
Of the twenty-person squad behind him, some were carrying cases filled with Vibranium.
"Put the Vibranium in the open space and stack it up."
At T'Challa's order, the team members holding the Vibranium cases placed them all together, piling them up on the open ground before him.
One and a half tons of Vibranium, packed into cases, looked like quite a lot. Stacked together, it was like a small hill.
T'Challa looked at Okoye beside him and asked, "How rare. You were actually willing to wear this battle suit. I thought that aside from the original one, you wouldn't accept any other battle suit."
Okoye moved her arms, drew the spear from her back, held it in her hand, and said, "It was His Majesty's request."
Hearing Okoye's answer, T'Challa smiled. It seemed the captain of the Royal Guard still did not particularly like this combat suit. However, he said nothing more and began waiting for the Ninja from the Sunagakure Puppet Shop to arrive.
On the sea.
Everyone from the Sunagakure Puppet Shop had mobilized. Five Ninja raced across the surface of the sea, rushing toward the agreed transaction site.
As Pakura ran, she said, "It's only a transaction. Isn't it a little too much to send everyone out?"
With the Three-Star Fan on her back, Temari sprinted and said, "Teacher, this mission is worth thirty billion. This is beyond an S-rank mission. If we set aside the costs, even in Sunagakure, that's equal to the reward for a hundred S-rank missions. If there were only