"So remember, n*****s, don't take a single thing from the Empire, and don't take anything that doesn't belong to you!!!"
Outside Wakanda, surrounded by the army, countless Wakandans emerged, looking utterly bewildered.
Some Wakandans tried to fight back. They brandished the vibranium weapons in their hands, shouting wildly, and were shot in the head and killed.
"Gah! Our Wakanda, our vibranium! You damn thieves! I'll fight you to the death!!!"
A n***** shouted wildly, raising a high-tech spear and charging at the surrounding soldiers. Just like the others before him, he was shot in the head.
"All you n*****s, do as I do and kneel before the great humans! Don't resist, don't resist! I'm the Black Panther, I'm the Black Panther, I'm the Black Panther! I'm Wakanda's strongest n*****!!!"
Nearby, under a soldier's control, the Black Panther shouted loudly and knelt on the ground.
"No! You're no longer the prince of Wakanda!!! Gah! You betrayed Wakanda!!!"
Some Wakandans saw the Wakandan leaders and shouted wildly. They nearly stabbed their king, and almost killed the Black Panther and the others. Then several shots to the head silenced the rioting n*****s.
Before long, all the n*****s of Wakanda had been driven out.
All the vibranium they had that didn't belong to them was confiscated. That was what they called nationalization.
"All right, n*****s, you're free. The Empire is kindhearted. Once we've given you your genetic castration shots, we'll release you back into the wild. Go on, animals, return to nature!"
Crates of genetic castration shots were forcibly injected into the Wakandan n*****s. They wailed in despair, but to no avail. They were far too weak. As a civilization whose development was founded on vibranium, Wakanda had never developed advanced genetic engineering. At its core, its people were merely n*****s who used vibranium.