Next came a round of "friendly" nuclear negotiations.
Peter successfully took the first batch of raw Vibranium ore from Wakanda.
Well, it was not that much—just a few dozen tons, less than a hundred tons...
"Father, are we really just letting him leave like this? And my sister..."
Watching the figure carrying a small mountain of Vibranium rapidly disappear into the distance, T'Challa's eyes were filled with unwillingness.
"T'Challa, for Wakanda's safety, we have no other choice."
Naturally, the old king did not want so much Vibranium falling into an outsider's hands either.
But not long ago, they had personally experienced Superman's power.
Even their strongest ally, Black Bolt, leader of the Inhumans, had been unable to harm him in the slightest.
Black Bolt's Vocalic Sonar was powerful enough to destroy even Vibranium, yet it had been utterly incapable of harming the other's Man of Steel.
Perhaps only a true god could contend with such a powerful being.
No, the man who had called himself the God of Thunder had already been easily defeated by him. Even the Mjolnir in his hand had been crushed.
"Besides, he already said that your sister is unharmed. She merely needs to do a few things for him."
At that moment, it was difficult to read any joy or sorrow from the old king's expression.
He gazed at the horizon where the figure had completely vanished. After a long silence, he finally said slowly, "If we can become partners with him, or even friends..."
The old king paused before continuing, "Then we may be able to fulfill the dream of Wakanda's kings throughout the ages."
"To reveal Wakanda's strength and prosperity to the entire world! And without fearing that doing so will bring war to Wakanda."
Wakanda had grown from a backward farming tribe