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Supported by the younger members of the clan, the old clan chief arrived at the side of the flying vehicle. He looked at the unfamiliar and enormous thing with awe, and couldn't help but feel excited and expectant.

Their situation couldn't get any worse, and this unexpected magical flying object might just change things for them.

Just as the thousands of Africa tribal refugees were gradually gathering around the aircraft, a sudden exhaust sound came from the tail of the aircraft.

Below the stern, a massive hatch, several meters wide, was slowly opening and flipping downwards to connect to the ground below, forming a wide ramp.

Immediately afterwards, under the gazes of the crowd, some filled with surprise and doubt, others with anticipation, a group of more than a dozen tall, robust black warriors, each holding a gleaming metal spear, stepped out of the aircraft and descended the slope to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the old chieftain quickly shook off the hand of the young tribesman who was supporting him and strode forward with faltering steps.

"Honorable guests, what brings you to our tribe?"

In response to the old man's question, the leading soldier stood up straight and answered loudly.

"We are the Africa Joint Rescue Team of the Kingdom of Wakanda, providing assistance to you at the request of your government."

"Is... is this real? This is wonderful!"

Although he had been hoping for a miracle, the old patriarch was incredulous when he heard these words from the mysterious visitors. Was a miracle really about to happen?

The surrounding tribespeople were also excited upon hearing this.

These incredibly powerful people have actually come to help us! Just looking at the enormous aircraft they're in tells you how powerful they are; they're sure to be able to overcome their current predicament. Finally, they're saved!

Subsequently, trucks drove out of the huge cargo hold, unloading large quantities of food, fresh water, and other supplies.

Under the organization of the elder chief, the excited tribespeople did not rush forward, but lined up neatly to receive the supplies.

Medical staff in white coats began to treat some of the extremely weak and sick refugees. This land, which had once been plunged into desolation and despair, finally regained some vitality. The Wakanda rescue team that descended from the sky brought them hope for life.

While supplies were being distributed and patients were being treated on one side, on the other side, a strange vehicle, much larger than the other trucks, slowly drove out of the cabin and drove to an open area dozens of meters away from where the aircraft was parked, where it stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a low, mechanical hum emanated from the vehicle, and four support arms slowly extended outward from both sides of the vehicle, firmly securing the entire vehicle.

Then, a tall, heavy steel tower, several meters high, slowly rose up and stood there, attracting the attention of many tribespeople.

After the tower was erected, accompanied by a deep mechanical hum, a cylindrical iron pillar in the middle of the tower began to rotate at high speed.

After watching for a while and finding no further changes, the puzzled tribespeople shifted their gaze and refocused their attention on the supplies being distributed.

After a period of busy work, everyone finally received their own emergency supplies. Especially when they received food and fresh water, everyone was so excited that they expressed their gratitude to the Wakanda warriors who distributed the supplies.

These foods and fresh water are their hope for survival!

However, after receiving the food and water, no one immediately began to feast and enjoy a long-awaited full meal. Most people carefully put the food away, and even those who were extremely hungry only ate a little before stopping.

They have survived in a food-scarce environment for far too long. Many around them have not been able to hold on, and those who are still alive know all too well how precious food and fresh water are.

They didn't know if there would be another rescue like this, so they were too afraid of hunger to indulge in filling their stomachs. They were content with just not being too hungry, and the remaining food would save their lives in a critical moment.

Although the Wakanda warriors in the rescue team noticed this, they did not try to persuade them to eat more. They still lacked a sense of security. Once they were certain that they would no longer go hungry and had sufficient water, their mindset would naturally change. There was no need to rush.

Just as everyone was focused on the precious survival supplies they had just received, a somewhat familiar sound came from the strange vehicle that had been previously ignored.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

People drawn by the sound turned their attention back to the large vehicle with its towering structure.

What they saw next left everyone in the tribe speechless with astonishment.

As the straight steel shaft in the middle of the towering iron tower rotated at high speed, a jet of water suddenly gushed out from the ground. At first, it carried some turbid mud and sand, but it quickly became clear. The crystal clear water reflected dazzling light in the sunlight, more beautiful and more precious than diamonds.

"It's water!"

"Oh my god!"

"We have water!"

Wakanda made thorough plans and preparations for this large-scale relief operation, which has far-reaching implications and spans the entire Africa continent.

Once the time was right and the joint rescue operation was officially launched, hundreds of state-of-the-art, massive vertical takeoff and landing transport aircraft, carrying large quantities of relief supplies and, most importantly, deep drilling equipment, rushed to the areas in Africa most in need of assistance.

Their aid targets not only the known areas in Africa countries, but also many remote tribes in areas that are too isolated to be known by the governments of various countries.

Through satellite reconnaissance and scanning of the vast Africa continent, every inhabited area was investigated, and all targets in distress and in need of rescue were identified and assigned to various rescue transport aircraft according to their urgency.

Each transport plane is an independent rescue team.

For some time to come, they will travel across the Africa continent, rescuing people from Extremis according to their assigned tasks.

The transport planes, their uniforms, and the supplies they distributed were all emblazoned with the Wakanda flag and the black panther head emblem.

The name of the mysterious and powerful Wakanda spread throughout the Africa continent as this massive joint rescue operation unfolded.

While the rescue operation was in full swing and everything was proceeding according to plan, Chen Mo quietly left Wakanda and returned to the China Martial Arts School in Brooklyn New York.