Wakanda's vibranium vein was a sizable mountain.
This mountain range stood behind Wakanda's capital. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary mountain, but beneath the layers of soil lay the most precious mineral deposit on Earth—
Vibranium.
There was no questioning vibranium's power. Research into it had given Wakanda its own unique path of technological development.
Wakanda's and Talokan's vibranium technology had allowed them to break free from the ranks of backward nations and become relatively advanced countries in a single leap.
Of course, that was also why the people of those two nations were especially superstitious about vibranium technology.
Vibranium was powerful, sure, but it still depended on who wielded it. Besides, other nations' technology was hardly weak.
The main reason they had survived until now, and Wakanda had remained on Earth, was that the era as a whole was still relatively peaceful.
Thanks to the peaceful international climate, coupled with the mutual hostility between nations, these two self-important little countries had not yet been wiped out by others.
In the end, they had only avoided destruction because they were lucky.
And now, their luck had run out.
Even without Deadpool fanning the flames, Wakanda's destruction had been inevitable.
America, already obsessed with obtaining vibranium, would have moved against them sooner or later.
Although America appeared not to have intervened in this war between Wakanda and Talokan, it had been pushing things along behind the scenes.
Even the fuse had been that girl, Tie Xin.
Black-skinned Wakandans fought brown-skinned Talokans. In short, people of color were fighting each other while their white masters watched tigers fight from the mountain. Once either side fell into a disadvantage, America could move against the loser.
After all, in their eyes, they could obtain vibranium that way too. America was determined to