Ulysses Klaue was trapped inside the Hummer, watching an impostor bluff his way into sending the other men who'd rushed over after hearing the gunshots back where they came from. The fight had ended far too quickly. Less than ten seconds after Ulysses Klaue had ordered his men to fire, the robot had grabbed him by the throat. His men hadn't arrived in a hurry until after he'd been locked inside the Hummer.
It was only because Ulysses Klaue had such an imposing presence that his men didn't dare question the impostor, even with corpses strewn all over the ground.
When Ulysses Klaue was brought to the underground vault where the Vibranium was stored, his expression turned quite something.
"Who are you people? How do you even know about my underground vault?" Ulysses Klaue asked, his face dark.
But it was clear the other side had no intention of explaining. Instead, they asked bluntly, "Where's the map of Wakanda?"
Ulysses Klaue knew he was facing the greatest crisis of his life. Even when the king of Wakanda had captured him, he hadn't been in as much danger as he was now.
Forget that shape-shifting robot; the handful of strange people standing before him were more than enough. They were utterly merciless, even inhuman opponents. Threats, intimidation, or begging would have no effect.
His only chance of survival was that he still had something they wanted.
"Promise you won't kill me, and I'll give you the map. Otherwise, no matter how you torture me, I won't talk. I promise you won't get a thing." Ulysses Klaue spoke with absolute resolve.
The impostor who looked exactly like him smiled. "Torture? There's no need for such an outdated method anymore."
Under Ulysses Klaue's shocked gaze, the impostor stretched out his arm. A piece