All right.
This really was a tribe whose ancestors had a mine.
No.
It was a tribe that still had mines even now.
Most importantly.
Wakanda...
Was a primitive tribe that needed aid?
You've got to be kidding me.
All right.
Lake recalled the information he had once seen. In the eyes of the world, Wakanda was an extremely poor country—so poor that the Security Council believed that if they did not provide aid every year, this primitive tribe called Wakanda would be completely wiped out.
But.
Wakanda was not poor in the slightest. Not only had its ancestors once possessed mines, but it still had mines now.
Wakanda produced a specialty.
Vibranium.
Of course, no one currently knew that the legendary Vibranium, which sold for ten thousand dollars per gram and was now approaching fifteen thousand dollars per gram, came from Wakanda.
Did Wakanda lack money?
The current king of Wakanda—the current Black Panther, who cried poverty to the Security Council every year—had countless reserves of Vibranium at home. With that backing, his net worth had probably already surpassed Tony Stark's.
His wealth was even greater than that of ten Tony Starks combined. Compared to Wakanda, Stark Industries was practically a genuine beggar.
Not to mention the various high technologies Wakanda possessed that were at least fifty years ahead of the rest of the world.
So...
From a certain perspective, this precisely corroborated one point Lake had always believed: the inherent shortcomings of the African natives.
Other than that, there was nothing more to it.
However.
Were the natives Wakanda had exposed to the outside world really this powerful?
Lake looked at General Bertino thoughtfully. "General, should I assume that you could only command a hundred fully armed modern soldiers—soldiers whose weapons and equipment cost more than fifty thousand